"-You're the only person that the King of Nightmares holds dear."

"He doesn't hold me dear! If he cared about me then he wouldn't be killing off my friends! That doesn't make any sense!" You argued back angrily, irritated by Azereth's answer.

"I told you; jealousy. Did he ever speak about your friends at some point? What did he have to say? I bet it was something about isolating you." Azereth pointed out cleverly.

You thought back to when you used to like Freddy; when you used to speak to him. Memories came flooding back willingly, many of them flashing through your head. A particular recollection came to mind - when Elliot was in hospital and you switched sides.

"Are you mad at me? Perhaps because your little boyfriend is in the hospital?"
"You were jealous."
"You were jealous of how nice he was being to me! So what, you tried to kill him?!"
"Mmm, I guess you could say that~"
He's taking whoever tries to get close to you out.
"Nobody gets close to you. Not anymore."

"See? You know I'm right. I can see it written all over your face." Azereth tilted your chin a little, his thumb brushing the side of your face tenderly.

"It doesn't matter. Just because he cares for me does not mean I care for him." You sharply retorted and crossed your arms.

"I have to disagree with you there. You do care for him, I've seen it." He gave a small smirk as he denied your reply.

"Oh yeah? When? And how so?" You interrogated sternly, putting him on the spot.

You shrieked in surprise when he seized you by your wrists and pinned you back on the bed; Azereth's face very close to your own. What was he doing? And why was he so close!?

"The first time I hypnotised you. When I messed around with your mind I saw your heart. I saw the confused, conflicted emotions that danced around inside. And I know how you feel about him." Azereth smirk grew wider, as if his smugness was increasing by tenfold.

"I hate him. I really, really, hate him." You lied weakly, looking up at the incubus with nervous eyes.

"You love him." Those were the words, the words that made you stiffen up in shock.

There's no way you loved Freddy Krueger...was there? He'd hurt so many of the people you cared about, he'd played around with your emotions to the point of torture - he'd even given you nightmares as a child. So why did your heart speed up every time you thought about him. Was it fear? Panic? Affection? No...No...It couldn't be.

"No...No I-"

"When he grabbed you in Heaven's dungeon you could've easily thrown him off with your power. So why didn't you? Tell me, (Y/n), why didn't you at least try?" Azereth waited deviously, giving you time to answer.

"I...I don't know." You mumbled in shame.

"You do know. Because you didn't want to. Maybe your mind hates him but your heart and soul do not." He finished as his eyes sparkled with mischief.

You opened your mouth to retaliate but it snapped shut soon after, realising that was Azereth said was true. You could've fought back and gotten the demon away from you in Heaven...but you didn't. Throwing him into the wall was just an accident of your temper snapping, you weren't even looking for a fight.

"Y...You're right. I...I didn't think you would be, but...you are." You stumbled over your speech whilst you collected your buzzing thoughts, your heart calming down.

"I can see why you'd try to deny it, after all," He paused devilishly,"-I wouldn't want to love a lowly demon like that either."

"W-What are you saying-?" You were bewildered by the sudden change of tone; from serious to sly.

"I'm saying that I could satisfy your sexual needs and adorable affections all at once. That I could do a much better job than that pathetic killer. You could become my concubine." Azereth suggested seductively, one hand releasing your wrist to slide underneath your sleeping garment.

"No! Stop it right now! There's no way I'd sleep with you! All you want is to win that game right? That's all you're doing!" You lashed out at him, hysteric as you pushed him away.

"It's true that I would like to taste some of Satan's power, but I also want to taste you as well~" He murmured erotically.

"Get away from me! You're no king, you're just a creep! Fuck you." You hissed and tried to sit up; to leave the bed entirely.

However "His Majesty" gripped your shoulders and slammed you back down, his smile looking more and more predatory with every fleeting second. He pressed one hand against your mouth and muffled your yells of alarm - instead only looking more amused.

"Funny how you should say "Fuck you", because that's exactly what I'm going to do." He grinned evilly, his purple eyes changing from their alluring magenta to a threatening crimson. What was he-?!

"Stay down." Azereth ordered jauntily; his voice slipping into a velvet lilt.

You wanted to fight back - to call out for help - yet your body wouldn't move, your self-control fading from your grasp. Your mind was lulled, not to sleep, but rather into a hypnotised state. One where you couldn't refuse. One where you had to obey, whether you liked it or not. One that you despised.

"Now was that so hard?" He wickedly taunted and placed both hands on your thighs, his claws slowly sliding inwards.

"One more thing before we start. That silky nightgown is cute, but I think we want something a bit more...naughty~" Azereth purred the last word as he waved his hand across your submissive form.

Your dirtied silk gown got replaced with a different style of clothing; an arousing, lacy, robe-like gown. The sexy black garment had matching underwear underneath the satin fabric, the outfit making you on edge as it screamed of seduction.

"Isn't that better?" He cooed sweetly. You wanted nothing more than to snap back and slap him, but instead your body acted for you.

"Yes~" You sighed sexily; a flirty giggle escaping your lips whilst you struck a masochistic pose on the bed.

"This way we both gain something. I win the game and you get to stay here...forever." Azereth climbed on top of you and entwined his hands with yours - both of you in a sexual position together.

"Isn't that what you want?" He made an innocent face on purpose, sending you over the edge and snapping you out of it.

"I'd never stay with someone like you!" You shouted as you made your power shove him onto the floor.  You tried to sprint to the door but in a flash you were tackled to the ground; an arrogant incubus holding you down.

"Your power may work, however my power is far more superior. Sorry about your failed escape attempt." Azereth mocked unkindly, dragging you up by your hair. You cried out as it happened, your scalp stinging whilst he coldly pushed you back on the bed.

"Try that again and I will break your legs so you can't leave this room." He psychotically threatened.

"Satan said you couldn't win this game by forms of rape, so why do it?" You whimpered and backed away from the edge of the bed.

"He said non-consensual sex is forbidden but our powers are allowed - so if I want to hypnotise you then I will. Simple as." Azereth's evil smile widened, his tall form coming off as intimidating.

"Don't you dare! L-Leave me alone, I'll just-!"

"You'll what? Use your power on me again? I can move quicker than you, so your power just proves to be useless, now doesn't it? Shame." He stuck his tongue out and grabbed your neck, slamming you into the back wall.

"Why don't you call for help? Call out, (Y/n), I dare you." Azereth teased meanly. You shook your head and then coughed - his grip almost strangling you against the wall.

"F...Fr..." You croaked; your throat being held too tight to make a coherent plea.

"Come on sweets, beg for your boyfriend to save you~" He snickered.

"Fr...Freddy! H-Help me!"