Chapter Text
I am unwritten
Can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning
The pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Unwritten- Natasha Bedingfield
“I’m home!” Aron called out as she walked into the mansion, dragging her suitcase behind her.
It had been about three months since she’d moved into the mansion with Melody, and met the incubi. She inherited it when her beloved grandfather, Harold, tragically passed away.
When she and Mel arrived at the mansion, they found a group of wounded incubi brothers laying on the marble floor. That caused a chain of events, from being kidnapped by devils to being chased down by a succubus princess. It had been pure utter chaos those first few weeks.
Since it had been about a month or two since they’d found a routine that worked for everyone, she felt comfortable saying yes when her mom asked her to go with her to Florida, where Aron grew up. Melody was also invited, but she had to stay for work.
They’d spend a week there, seeing family and going to the beach, and as fun as it was, Aron was just glad to be home.
Her dark purple hair was a mess from being in the car for so long, her neck sore and her eyes heavy.
“Hey!” Melody called out as she and the incubi walked into the grand lobby. Based on her outfit and lack of her typical trad-goth makeup, Aron determined she’d just gotten home from work in the last hour or so.
Mel quickly went to Aron and gave her a hug, which she returned. “How was the trip?”
“Exhausting,” Aron sighed. “But it was fun.”
Aron gave Matthew and Damien hugs as they all talked. James was being polite as usual, asking basic questions regarding the vacation. Even though they weren’t close, they’d developed some sort of friendship. She couldn’t help but appreciate him, as he had made Melody unbelievably happy. She deserved the best, and James was giving her that.
She was closest with Damien out of the incubi, then Matthew and Erik. Her and Damien would read together occasionally, as she was helping him learn along with James. They’d sit outside and talk for hours about things he wanted to try in the human world- which she’d make a mental note of to surprise him with later.
Matthew and her made a pretty chaotic duo, to say the least. Aron could think of more than one time that she’d heard James tell Matthew not to slide down the railing of the stairs, only for her to go up there and do it with him. Or the times she’d snuck a taste of brownie batter before he was finished, which led to a full fledged food fight.
Her and Erik were insufferable. It wasn’t like Aron had never been hit on before, but Erik’s teasing remarks were constant. She couldn’t help but flirt back! However, the two couldn’t be any more platonic. It was something she’d briefly worried about, that she was misunderstanding his signs, but thankfully the two both wanted nothing serious with each other. He’d make her try on clothes and put on mini fashion shows, hyping her up with praises the whole time.
Sam was the only one she didn’t really have any sort of relationship with. They were cordial…sometimes.
Aron didn’t know what exactly she’d done to piss off the demon, but she could only assume it was a clash of personalities. She didn’t really have any issues with him, other than the fact he kissed her when they first met, using his powers to drain her of energy. However, she’d accepted the fact he was doing it as a means for healing, not for the hell of it. So she forgave him.
But, they never really talked much after that. They bickered a lot, usually about stupid things like chores. They got along well enough in group settings, but that usually meant just not talking. If they were alone, it was usually tense and awkward. He didn't seem to like her very much, which was fine with her. It was irritating, but she had more important things to worry about.
The only real positive interactions she could remember between the two of them always had something to do with the other incubi- a good example would be them laughing and joking as Matthew was being taunted by Simon Tabby. Or the time James confidently corrected Sam’s grammar, only to be wrong. They had a field day with that.
But those moments were few and far between. The times they argued over grocery orders was much more memorable.
Soon, the group conversation began to slightly overwhelm Aron. “Okay, thank you all for not burning the house down while I was gone, but I’m going to my room now,” she told them, starting to walk away with her suitcase dragging behind her. “You can come with me if you want, Mel.”
Melody walked with Aron towards the stairs, the two pausing when Erik offered to help with the suitcase. She happily let him, too tired to pretend to want to carry it herself.
Once they were in her room, Aron flopped down on her bed with a sigh of relief. She was glad she could simply take a breath and calm down after life being so hectic recently.
Now that she was taking a moment to breathe, she found herself thinking of Harold. She’d been grieving him, the fact he was gone took a while to actually register in her mind. But it had a bit after Diana left them alone.
Now, she felt guilt creeping in. Spending his money felt wrong, living in his home felt wrong. He’d given her so much during her childhood, even when he physically couldn’t be there.
And here he was again, taking care of her, without even being alive.
She already put a large chunk of the money she inherited away in savings accounts, but the rest was still more than enough for her to take care of herself, Melody, and the incubi.
It just so happened she’d recently had to quit her job at the hospital in the demon districts because of ongoing health issues she’d been having, like seizures. It’s a little to treat patients when you’re unsure of whether or not you’ll be able to walk that day.
Because she had to quit, she was so worried about whether or not she’d be able to afford anything without completely relying on her mother. As much as she appreciated the help, she didn’t want to need it.
But now, that would never be a worry. That made her feel worse.
Obviously, it’d be different if her financial issues had been solved because of winning the lottery or something, but this was different. Now, every dime she spent, she’d have to remember that it was only hers because her grandfather was dead.
“I’m bored,” Aron mumbled, rubbing her face with her hands as she shook off the thought.
Melody hummed. “What do you wanna do?”
She shrugged, thinking for a moment before raising her eyebrows in thought. “I mean…we live with incubi. The possibilities are kinda endless.”
“Aron,” Melody chuckled, likely already knowing what she was going to say. “No.”
She huffed. “Well yeah, obviously I’m not going to do anything with them. But I’m just saying there's no need to be bored when you live with literal sex demons!”
“Yeah. You know what? Maybe you should,” she suggested. “If you start having sex with one of them, maybe you’ll stop hooking up with your ex’s.”
“Oh my god,” Aron laughed. “I’m gonna stop that anyways.”
“Mhm. Sure you are,” she replied, tone filled with sarcasm.
She giggled in response and closed her eyes as Melody scrolled on her phone.
The rest of the day went as usual. Matthew and James made dinner, which they all ate as a group before calling it a night. Aron laid down, hoping to be able to sleep all night after a long two days of sitting in the car.
Still her mind raced as she thought of her grandfather and the incubi. Her new life.