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works/3582816.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Character:
      Armin_Arlert, Levi_ackerman, Erwin_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Incubus!Levi, priest!Erwin, Molestation, Alternate_Universe_-_Medieval
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-21 Words: 5165
****** Demons and Heretics ******
by AlvaDomer
Summary
     A demon known as Levi has been taking souls as he pleases until
     placed under a holy spell. Now the townspeople must sacrifice a soul
     once a year lest he break free. But there's a catch: if they don't
     pick, Levi gets to choose. And there's a certain blonde heretic the
     people have been meaning to get rid of.
     ~
     For the lovelies who helped me reach 81 subscribers!
Notes
     I listed my closest AO3 babes in alphabetical order to avoid any
     favoritism, but this is for everyone who's supported me here! I hope
     you all enjoy this!
     I know it may seem unrealistic that Armin has never touched himself,
     but during this time period (and later) boys were told if they
     masturbated, everything from goin to Hell to their dicks falling off
     would happen. That was kind of an effective deterrent for our hero.
     Warnings for molestation at the start and rape further on. Please
     read responsibly!
                  "Shhh, Armin it's okay," Erwin murmured sweetly as the the
little blonde whimpered. Armin knew he had to behave, that Father Smith said it
was okay--it was just the job that came with the surplice--but it didn't seem
right; it didn't feel okay.
 
                  But instead of protests, he only bit his lip as Erwin's hand
shifted in his pants. "You're doing so well," the man continued to purr, "such
a devoted son of God."
 
                  That should have made him happy, Armin knew it should have.
Yet the praise only made him feel sick.
 
                  Suddenly the blonde priest was removing his hand, only to
begin tugging on Armin's waistband.
 
                  "W-wait!" Armin cried, trying to jerk away. Erwin had never
taken Armin's pants off before--what was going on?! Father Smith would always
pull him aside, touch him a little, tell him how good he was and send him on
his way! This wasn't/-
 
                  "Calm down Armin, everything's fine," Erwin hummed
soothingly.
 
                  "No, no this--" Armin started as both his pants and underwear
were pushed to his ankles. With one hand still holding up Armin's gowns,
Erwin's other found the smooth pale skin of the boy's rear.
 
                  Armin's entire body jolted and he tried to squeal as Father
Smith's finger, thick and sinfully long, slowly slid past his sphincter. With
each inch of his index Armin squirmed.
 
                  It wasn't until Erwin began pulling it back out that he had
to slap a hand over Armin's mouth. But Armin couldn't help it, the horrifically
dry flesh seemed to cling to the Father's finger, as if it didn't want him to
leave. Worst of all it hurt, like the tissue would be torn straight from him.
 
                  But when he clenched in panic, jolting pain shot through his
hips. And then Erwin was sliding in again; repeating the same painful process,
going tediously slow with that warm smile never leaving his face.
 
                  Armin yanked Erwin's hand from his lips. "I said no!" the
younger blonde finally managed to cry, tears racing down his face.
 
                  "And I say yes," Erwin replied evenly, his blue eyes almost
shining with sympathy.
 
                  Almost.
 
                  "I don't-I don't like this! D-does Father Dawk do this too?"
Armin blubbered, cringing at the presence shockingly warm inside him.
 
                  "Oh he does, you shouldn't worry," Erwin soothed. "There's no
reason to ask him."
 
                  His hand returned to the boy's face, almost crushing Armin's
jaw to keep him from screaming. Armin could only twist and squeak as Father
Smith added a second finger.
 
                  Stop! Armin was sure now. This was wrong. This was horrible
and dirty and probably downright sin. Why wouldn't the Father listen to him?!
He was scared and it hurt and he wouldn't stop! Why wouldn't he stop?!
 
                  They both froze at the knock on the door.
 
                  Both fingers slipped out of him one final time, and Armin's
gowns fluttered back down to cover him. "Remember, this is our little secret,"
Erwin whispered in the boy's ear, giving him another loving smile and a
reassuring pat on the back.
 
                  Armin returned none of it, only scrambling to pull his pants
back up and get the hell out of there.
 
                  "Father, the physician requires a blessing before..." That's
all Armin heard before darting past the two men desperately, frantically wiping
the tears from his eyes.
 
                  He couldn't let this go on.
 
                                      ...
 
                  It was impossible for Armin to remember the last time he had
been so overtaken by dread. The day was burned into his mind. It was all he
could think about; Father Smith's hot breath on his neck as the man's fingers
started to--Armin almost puked. This Saturday evening felt like his last night
alive.
 
                  Yet he was still so ashamed. Armin kicked at a rock as he
continued on his way home. Part of this seemed so preposterous he wanted to
laugh. Armin used to look forward to Sundays! Should he really let that change
because of one incident? Father Smith was a man of the cloth, he knew what was
right and wrong better than anyone. He was the antithesis of sin.
 
                  Why would he do anything bad to me?
 
                  Armin mulled over the thought. Maybe he had overreacted, he
just needed to trust in the priest more. With a resolute nod to himself, Armin
decided he would pray on it.
 
                  He was never given the chance to so much as scream.
 
                  One second he was on his way home and the next, arms were
wrapping around his waist and chest. The instant Armin opened his mouth, a rag
was shoved against the back of his throat until he was gagging.
 
                  He glanced up only to see the two men grabbing him had
covered their faces in white hoods. Of course. They didn't want to be put on
the wishlist of a demon, after all.
 
                  But his blue gaze landed on shoes instead. Armin's eyes
bulged. Only one person wore black boots with a scuff along the left sole.
Jean's father, the town constable was--his vision already blurred by fearful
tears went completely dark by a blindfold. Armin was only left with smell,
sound, and his own memories.
 
                  He had been on mainstreet, and the left turn brought the
mouthwatering aroma of baking bread. That meant the next right taken would be
leading to...
 
                  Armin's stomach dropped.
 
                  He knew where he was but he was still terrified by the
telltale creak of the prison entrance. /I'm going to be eaten/, he thought with
a tiny whimper through the gag.
 
                  Armin tried to drag his heels, but with fully grown men he
was easily dragged between them like a doll. He could hardly comprehend his
surroundings anymore, only the hammering of his heart and the terrified primal
urges screeching at him to fight back.
 
                  But then the sound of a new door, one he didn't recognize,
and Armin was being yanked in two directions at once. What are you--?!Muffled
shrieks rang out as the flimsy cotton of his shirt was torn with ease. Then his
sightless world was spinning, his collision with the down feather mattress
accented by a quiet thud.
 
                  Armin tried to claw or at least get the gag out of his mouth,
but each of his fists were caught by one pair of hands; the other worked off
Armin's pants and boxers from his thin hips. Why are you doing this?!
 
                  He could only curl his fingers into the satin sheets as he
was bound spread eagle on his stomach to the bedposts.
 
                  I'm going to die.
 
                  The idea was a shockingly calm one compared to the broken
bits of rationale that had been darting about his skull.
 
                  As the adrenaline abandoned him, Armin's first intelligible
thought was that he really shouldn't have been surprised. Father Smith had been
preaching about how strangely specific ideas of exploration were blasphemous.
And Armin had no one left; no parents, no siblings, no family at all to fight
for him or seek vengeance. But most of all it was Walpurgisnacht. The demon
would be arriving tonight. When he considered the circumstances now, it was no
wonder the congregation had chosen him as the offering.
 
                  Still he tugged on the cheap rope cutting into his wrists and
ankles valiantly. His fingers coiled, but no matter how hard he tried, he
couldn't reach the knots holding him for death. I don't want...I don't want to
die, Armin thought weakly, movement restrained to wiggling his hips.
 
                  It could hardly be considered an honor to be chosen as the
sacrifice. The town only aimed to get rid of the wastes of space and resources.
Fresh tears dampened Armin's blindfold. There had to be a way he could change
their minds! If they just had a chance to talk this out like civilized human
beings, there would be no need for such barbaric--
 
                  Click. Click. Click.
 
                  Armin had never even heard the door open or shut, but this
sound now was unmistakably claws against stone.
 
                  He could feel predatory eyes burning into him, yet nothing
was happening! Why wasn't he being torn into already?!
 
                  Then there was a male voice; dark, smooth, and rich with
biting cynicism as he muttered, "The fuck is this?"
 
                  Help me! Help me, please! Armin tried to scream out from
behind the gag, but his muffled cries only served to soak the cloth through
with more spit.
 
                  The new voice was quickly growing more irritated. "I saidwhat
the fuck is this?" he repeated. Armin wasn't sure what demons were supposed to
sound like, but this certainly wasn't what he expected. But what did stand out
was that the creature, hardly sounding more than a disgruntled customer at a
tavern, seemed to be talking to someone else.
 
                  Are there others here?!Armin's heart skipped a beat at the
thought. What if there was more than one demon? Would they fight over his body?
Would they attack him together and tear him apart?!
 
                  "I'm not in the mood for your games, Smith!" the voice
continued. Smith? Father Smith?! "I thought I said no kids!" The last demand
was met with the impatient stomp of a foot, as if this 'demon' were no more of
a child than the ones it complained of.
 
                  Armin let out a horrified squeak at the mattress dipping to
added weight, and flinched as the blindfold was slowly peeled from his face.
 
                  If it wasn't for his throat contracting in fear, Armin surely
would've kept trying to shriek. Instead he almost passed out.
 
                  Climbing over him like a curious animal was a beast of the
likes Armin had never seen. It--he--the thing made a mockery of human form,
clearly the humanoid structure yet so much more.
 
                  Before anything else, Armin noticed the broad wings of golden
leather settling on the incubus' back. Armin hardly had the chance to process
that such a thing existed, when he glanced aside.
 
                  The short creature had nearly every inch of alabaster skin
covered in intricate golden swirls, twisting within and spiraling around one
another, glowing like a freshly shined coin. The shimmering tattoos were dotted
and dashed, curved and straight, yet so entrancing Armin could hardly look at
anything else. The mesmerizing flesh covered sinewy muscle that could no doubt
hold him down with ease. But what would rip into him was the four inch claws of
that same luminescent gold, never starting or stopping with the demon's fingers
but merged as one on the creature's hands.
 
                  One of those hands rose to rest under the beast's chin, and
Armin's gaze followed it to his face.
 
                  Two stubby horns protruded from the fringe of his black
undercut, glowing above hungry eyes of liquid Mercury. A gold piercing shone
from his right eyebrow, another from his upper right nostril, and yet another
was a ring through the center like those on a bull. Four piercings sparkled at
Armin from the cartilage of the monster's pointed ear, and long ornate earrings
hung from its lobes.
 
                  When the thing spread pale pink lips in a cruel rendition of
a smile, sharp white fangs gleamed down at him. "It's bad for your eyes if you
don't blink on occasion," the demon snorted, waving a golden pointed tail in
Armin's face.
 
                  Armin's mixed attempt of "What are you?!" even though he
clearly knew what the abomination was, and "What are you doing?!" even though
he evenly knew he was going to be eaten, only came out as, "Mmm-mmm mm-mm?!"
 
                  "Oh. Right," the demon muttered, tugging the gag from Armin's
mouth. "How old are y--" it started, but Armin cut him off.
 
                  "S-Saint Michael the A-Archangel, defend us in battle. B-be
our defense against the wickedness and snares of the Devil. May God rebuke him,
we humbly...p-pray..." Armin began blubbering frantically, until the creature
began laughing.
 
                  "Oh no! My one weakness!" the demon cried mockingly, bringing
his hands to his throat as if he were choking. "Words from a book!"
 
                  "I...I-I..." Armin struggled between whines, but the being
before him simply rolled its eyes.
 
                  "Fucking piece of shit kid," the creature growled. It wasn't
until the beast was rolling off the bed, calling, "This wasn't part of the
deal!" that Armin realized it was completely naked. He couldn't break his gaze
away from the toned gluts, just as tattooed as the rest of him, shown freely
beneath the swinging tail.
 
                  "You break the contract and I'm free, is that what you want,
Smith?!" the demon continued, yanking on the door handle. But the slate of wood
didn't budge. "Son of a bitch! Did you put a fucking blessing on this goddamn
door?!" it roared.
 
                  Armin only chomped down on his tongue to keep quiet. The
demon seemed to be losing control over itself by the second.
 
                  "I don't want some brat! I want a shitty woman, is that such
a damn hard request?!" the creature bellowed, pounding on the door. Armin knew
that wasn't part of the agreement. The sacrifice only had to be over twelve and
under forty. Nothing more, nothing less.
 
                  So neither of them were surprised when they were returned by
silence.
 
                  The beast stuck out his hip, crossing his arms, and Armin
shuddered at the new tone it had taken. "Is this you trying to get rid of the
evidence, Smith?" The demon cast a smirk over its shoulder at Armin. "Is this
another one of your little toys you're tired of playing with?"
 
                  Nothing.
 
                  "Well I'm not going to be used by you to dispose of the
goddamn toddlers you've been fucking!" He kicked the door uselessly and let out
an inhuman snarl that made Armin whimper. He whirled around in a rage, starting
to snarl, "I thought I asked you how old you were!" But Armin started shrieking
over him.
 
                  In the contorted position the monster had been in before,
Armin hadn't been able to see its groin. That had changed. The erection this
demon had was horrifically obvious now; pink darkening to red from the base to
the tip of the thick, seven inch length; gleaming with that golden ink over
flawlessly smooth skin.
 
                  The demon had one gray eye squeezed shut in annoyance. "What
are you--are you screaming at my dick?" it snorted in disbelief. "Right. Only
come around here once a year and you forget how uptight humans are." Never
dropping that condescending tone, he continued, "How about I loosen you up a
bit?"
 
                  "Fifteen!" Armin finally managed to squeak.
 
                  "What?" the demon paused in his climb back onto the bed.
 
                  "P-please, I'm only fifteen!" Armin rasped, thrashing as
violently as the bindings would allow.
 
                  The creature seemed oddly amused. "So they leave me horny
teenage boy. Smith and his cult want to get rid of me quick, don't they?" He
looked Armin up and down critically. "And what do you think I would to do a
fifteen year old brat?" he purred.
 
                  "You...you're going to eat me," Armin mumbled, burying his
face in the pillow beneath him. He couldn't take looking at his death sentence
any longer.
 
                  "Levi," the demon tossed out the word so casually it took
Armin a moment to realize that was its name.
 
                  Armin took that as sign that the beast--that Levi--wanted eye
contact. "I-I'm...my name's Armin," he whispered, peering meekly back at him.
 
                  Levi let out a low, sinister laugh. "Armin, huh? Well I have
a feeling there's a few things no one's bothered to tell you." Armin flinched
at Levi's voice suddenly murmuring in his ear, "I'm not just any demon. I'm an
incubus."
 
                  Blue eyes bulging, Armin began outright screeching, wrists
and ankles bleeding from his furiously he fought the ropes. "Help me! Someone
HELP ME!" he shrieked, heart threatening to fail if it kept such a manic pace.
 
                  But there was no other choice, Armin had to get away! An
incubus was the embodiment of sex; lust on two legs; the very idea of sin
incarnate. What would a demon of such purpose even be able to do to him?! They
were both boys! Armin lacked what an incubus so obviously required, so would he
just be let go?
 
                  "Shut up, kid," Levi snapped, but Armin kept right on
screaming. Five claws were suddenly digging into Armin's cheeks, and Levi
jerked the boy's head back even further, forcing their lips together.
 
                  Armin squealed as a pierced, forked tongue slithered into his
mouth. Before he could even try to bite down, Armin felt his twisting shoulders
slowly begin to still. What...what's happening?! he thought frenziedly as
Levi's tongue sought his throat.
 
                  What was this?! Well, of course Armin knew this was a kiss
but boys didn't do that to each other! This was wrong! This was all terribly,
horribly wrong and by the way Levi let out a soft moan he seemed to be enjoying
it!
 
                  Armin felt the tension is his arms and legs slipping away,
his fists uncurling on their own accord. New fearful tears began trickling down
Armin's face as Levi pulled away. "Why did you...what were you...?" he asked,
barely audible.
 
                  "Don't take this the wrong way, I just wanted you to calm
down," Levi crooned, licking his lips as if savoring his favorite meal. "But,"
he added, their noses almost brushing as he inhaled Armin's scent intently, "I
thought I could taste it. You've been a naughty little brat, haven't you?"
 
                  Swallowing hard, Armin rasped, "What?"
 
                  Levi seemed to being growing especially partial to whispering
in Armin's ear, or maybe it was a trademark demon move, but his lips were again
ghosting the shell of Armin's ear as he cooed, "You've already been penetrated,
haven't you?"
 
                  Armin sucked in a painful gasp, pressing downward as if the
only way to escape was straight through the mattress. Father Smith was suddenly
all he could hear. Over and over, It's okay and This is normal.
 
                  "NO!" Armin yelped.
 
                  The pure glee on Levi's face proved what the little blonde
had known deep down all along. It was wrong. He never should have let the
Father do any of those things to him. But he had and now how long would he be
in Purgatory for it? He hadn't even tried to stop it, did that mean he was
going straight to Hell?!
 
                  "Hey, don't get down on yourself, I'm sure the Big Man
understands," Levi hissed, the malicious grin never leaving his face. "You're
scrawny, weak, but at least you've got a nice ass."
 
                  Armin cringed at each word, as if Levi were appraising
livestock for sale.
 
                  "And so sad." The tail gently caressed his face. "That's why
he did those things to you. You couldn't defend yourself. I assure you, you
won't be punished, divinely or otherwise." Then Armin felt that split tongue
trailing lazily down his spine. "I'm what you'll be punished for."
 
                  "HELP ME! HELP ME, ANYONE!" Armin shrieked, writhing as
viciously as his newly weighted limbs would allow. He was hardly able to do
more than wiggle pathetically.
 
                  "Hey, shh-shh-shh, it's alright," Levi said softly, casually
placing Armin's blindfold back over the boy's eyes. "This wasn't a bad idea,"
the incubus murmured to himself, tying a tight knot as Armin cried.
 
                  But then Levi's voice took on an awful, sugary sweet sound,
the sheer embodiment of lust in the purred words, "Don't be afraid, Armin, just
relax. Why would I hurt you?"
 
                  Because you're a demon! Armin wanted to shriek, but his vocal
cords remained dormant.
 
                  "We're just going to have a bit of fun, you and me," he
continued nonchalantly. Armin flinched as he felt those horrible golden claws
tracing each of his ribs delicately, with a curiosity anything but innocent.
 
                  "P-please, d-don't touch me," Armin begged, lower lip
trembling as curious, cautious hands explored his young body.
 
                  "You seem to be under a horrible impression that I want to
hurt you," Levi sighed, stroking Armin's cheek again, with the back of his hand
or his tail Armin couldn't tell. "The way you quiver for me, the way you
absolutely reek of fear and despair..." Levi's voice trailed off, only to be
replaced by Armin's startled scream. Levi's tongue was once again glazing over
his back, this time dangerously close to his ass. "I can't imagine who would
tell you I would want to lay a finger on you!" Armin heard Levi smacking his
lips before he growled, "Because they were right."
 
                  "NO! NO-NO-NO I SAID NO!" Armin began screeching as the
appallingly familiar sensation of something forcing its way into him began
burning between his ass cheeks.
 
                  "Is this what he did to you?" Levi murmured. His voice had
become a completely different sound, somehow deeper and incredibly dangerous.
"How many times did you tell him to stop?" Tears began racing down Armin's
face. "Oh, none?" At Armin's silence, he cooed, "Does that mean you like it?"
 
                  "No! No I don't!" the boy wailed.
 
                  "Really?" Armin could practically hear Levi quirking a brow.
"Then why aren't you fighting?"
 
                  The blonde hadn't even realized he was hardly breathing. The
image of those claws was one of many that was seared into Armin's memory. The
mere thought of one of those talons being inside of him made him fear to so
much as blink. One wrong move and the demon would be pulling his intestines out
through his rectum.
 
                  "The hell are you so nervous for?" Levi snorted. "You think
you're the first person I've done this to?" A scream broke loose from Armin's
throat as he felt the tip of another finger begin prodding at him. "I know how
to make it hurt."
 
                  Armin was unraveling into a tearful mess of terror,
whispering, "Please, please, please don't," over and over like a prayer.
 
                  "You know, it'd be proper of you to thank me for this," Levi
sneered. "You have any idea how much it would hurt if I didn't do this first?"
If there was a way to help Levi's third finger slide in any easier, he didn't
use it. Suddenly another claw was there, stretching Armin open despite his
headache-inducing screams.
 
                  "I wonder if they thought leaving me a virgin would make me
feel indebted to them," Levi suddenly mused aloud simply to hear Armin whine.
"I'll admit it's a sweet gesture," he hummed, "but I'm hard to please and
pissed as fuck." As if it would prove his point, Levi removed his fingers at
that moment.
 
                  But they were only replaced by a shockingly hard pressure
jamming eagerly against Armin's asshole.
 
                  "What is that?!" Armin squealed, resuming his hysterical
thrashing. It felt like Levi was trying to run him through with a fence post.
What would a demon of lust have to gain from--
 
                  No.
 
                  It was only that one tiny word that popped into Armin's head
when he thought of what it might be.
 
                  A revoltingly detailed image of Levi's bulging cock burst
back into Armin's brain. But that couldn't be. It just couldn't! Was this...was
this sodomy?
 
                  Armin had been told of it and knew there were few sins
considered any worse, but he had never been told how it happened. It didn't
seem possible that any man could fit his...in another man. Especially Levi. Why
would he...what was...why is this happening?
 
                  Was it really about to happen to him?
 
                  Armin let out a yelp as the points of Levi's needle like
claws were suddenly digging into his pelvis. Already stretched as far as his
limbs allowed, Armin's bindings didn't give Levi much room to lift the blonde's
waist, but still he tried.
 
                  "Please--" that's all Armin managed before the incubus rammed
forward.
 
                  The blonde felt his throat tearing itself to shreds before he
realized he was screeching. In this pitch black world, Armin's senses had all
but diminished to sound and touch. But now the heightened sensations were
nearly driving him to unconsciousness. He's trying to kill me, Armin managed
the complete thought through the pain. There was no other reason Levi would be
putting him through such agony, what had to be his attempt at splitting Armin
open, unless he wanted the boy dead.  But instead of the merciful release of
death, Levi pulled back slightly, and then plowed forward just as violently.
 
                  Armin shrieked. This was unnatural, his body wasn't meant to
be used like this, and he could feel himself fighting every twist of Levi's
girth.
 
                  Despite the blindfold, brilliant white lights were going off
in Armin's eyes with each vicious, deliberate thrust. Every time Levi's groin
slammed into him, the fire raging in Armin's anal cavity roared through him
from his head to his toes.
 
                  "STOP! STOP PLEASE!" Armin shrieked, tears drenching the
cloth over his eyes.
 
                  "That's it brat, let me hear you scream," Levi crooned,
sinking his claws even deeper into the delicate flesh of Armin's hips.
 
                  The first streams of blood began trickling around Levi's
cock, and Armin's volume only increased at the man's appreciative groan. The
scarlet liquid only seemed to serve as a source of encouragement, and Levi
didn't hesitate from pounding into the boy even harder.
 
                  "You know, I could make this easier on you," Levi murmured
breathlessly, wrapping his tail around Armin's limp dick. "But I don't want
to." He began working Armin's shaft pitilessly, a slick substance secreting
from the prehensile appendage. "I won't stop until you're moaning my name like
a whore, you little bitch."
 
                  More blood was joining from Armin's wrists and ankles as he
howled. But with a shocked shudder, tiny, almost indiscernible feelings of
pleasure began washing over him in waves.
 
                  "You're hurting me!" Armin wailed, but Levi only quickened
both the pace of his plowing and stroking.
 
                  "And you like it, fucking masochist," Levi snorted, inhaling
sharply. "I can smell how much you like it, slut."
 
                  What's happening?! Armin thought in horror. He could barely
think through this agony and yet his brain was slowly clouding with ecstasy.
Everything hurt and yet whatever Levi's tail was doing had Armin feeling his
dick slowly tighten.
 
                  "Fuck, your body was worth the wait," Levi gasped, red
leaking around his fingers. As Armin felt Levi's own cock twitch, the pressure
was only continuing to build up within him. He wouldn't be able to last. What
the hell was this feeling?!
 
                  Armin's entire body jolted, and he let out a terrified squeal
as his balls constricted. Sticky fluid began spurting from his own hard member,
seeping into the sheets.
 
                  "You're scared," Levi jeered, digging a fist into Armin's
hair. "Shit, have you never cum before? Never touched yourself?" Armin only
continued to sob. Levi snorted in disgust. "Of course you haven't. You're a
good little altar boy, aren't you?"
 
                  Armin couldn't find his voice, only struggling to comprehend
the whirlwind of pain and pleasure assaulting him.
 
                  Levi rammed forward and suddenly let out a guttural groan.
The next moment, fluid was flooding Armin's bloody entrance; hot, so hot, it
filled him until it was overflowing.
 
                  Both left panting hard, Levi pulled with a lewd squelch,
tugging off Armin's blindfold. "Are you...are you going to kill me?" Armin
rasped, his words barely audible from tortured vocal cords.
 
                  "Usually I would," Levi hummed, wiping a tear from Armin's
face with his tail. "But I have a different idea." Armin squeezed his eyes
shut. What could possibly be worse than being murdered by a demon? "How about
we make a deal?"
 
                  Armin's eyes burst back open, swimming with confusion as he
sputtered, "W-what?"
 
                  Levi picked at his claws with disinterest. "You don't want to
die, and frankly, I'm having fun. So I'd like to know: how would you like to be
made immortal?"
 
                  The boy was paralyzed beneath him. "You m-mean become one of-
-"
 
                  Levi cut him off almost instantly. "Us? Oh yes. Why so
hesitant? The only requirement is a few souls now and again. Be honest," he
purred, leaning in until their noses were almost touching, "is there anyone in
that town worth protecting? Is giving up your soul worth guarding the ones of
those that sent you to me?"
 
                  Armin was still, staring up with huge, terrified eyes. He
didn't want to do something like this to people! But...he really didn't want to
die. And for all the evils this creature may have committed, levi had a point.
What did Armin owe any of those people? "I don't...I don't..." he found himself
mumbling.
 
                  Levi let out a sinister laugh. "This is a one time offer."
                                      ...
 
                  Two weeks had passed since the sacrifice when Erwin heard a
knock at his door. He could only imagine what emergency would require him at
this time of night.
 
                  Opening the door, he gasped and almost dropped the lit candle
in his hand. "Armin?" he gasped in a mixture of shock and sick pleasure. The
boy's body had never been recovered, and it was assumed he had been carried off
by the terrible creature.
 
                  "Y-yes Father," Armin whispered, fingers digging into his
jacket sleeves as he hugged himself tightly. Despite the hood over his head,
blonde bangs and terrified, tearful blue eyes revealed it couldn't be anyone
else.
 
                  It really was Armin trembling at his doorstep.
 
                  "P-please, you have to help me!" Armin cried, flinging
himself at the priest. "I...I-I-I barely got away and it's only a matter of
time before he finds me!"
 
                  Smoothing a hand over Armin's hood, Erwin gently led him
inside. "Calm down, Armin," he repeatedly the eerily familiar words.
"Everything is going to be okay."
 
                  Erwin locked the door.
 
                  "I...he hurt me," Armin sobbed, pulling away to wipe at his
eyes with the backs of palms.
 
                  "It's alright, unfortunately that's the way of demons." Erwin
placed the candle back down on his nightstand. "Does anyone else know you came
here?" he asked casually, taking slight steps to usher Armin toward his bed.
 
                  "N-no, I went straight to you," Armin replied honestly,
sniffling pitifully.
 
                  "Perfect," Erwin growled, a predatory grin adorning his face.
 
                  "I was thinking the same thing, Father."
 
                  Armin's voice had become slick as oil, a smile bearing
vicious fangs. He slid off his hood to reveal four curved, golden horns; two at
the front of his head, two at the back. The sweater began bulging at his back,
as if struggling to retain something.
 
                  Erwin could only watch on in horror as the fabric was
completely shredded, giving way to enormous, gold, bat-like wings. Small
shining spikes lined the vertebrae from his neck all the way down to the dagger
end of a tail whipping free.
 
                  His pants and undergarments falling to the floor, Armin
strode forward confidently, beaming as Erwin stumbled backwards. The boy's body
was covered in those gold markings just as Levi had. These were thinner, more
delicate like a spider's thread, but just as entrancing.
 
                  Releasing shimmering claws, Armin stalked forward, purring,
"Don't worry Smith, everything is fine."
 
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