Declan, the Demon, and the Dame

author's note: This story will have **** degradation.

Declan McManus was bored. He took his friend and crush Ellie Swanson shopping as her car was in the shop after she had her second wreck in a year. Declan and Ellie had been friends since high school, and he was a total doormat. She'd call him at 3 am in tears after a breakup, or gush about her new boyfriend to him, or use him for tutoring. Now they were both seniors in college. Declan was a senior archeology major, just returned from SW Romania on a dig, and Ellie was a marketing major.

Declan sighed as Ellie looked at clothes.

He pulled an ancient Byzantine Empire amulet from his pocket. He was not supposed to take it from the archaeology, but it fascinated him.

He turned it over. There was a strange language on it. Not Greek as the other unearthed artifacts had, nor was it Latin, Arabic, Hebrew, Turkish or any other language his professor or anyone else had seen. He turned it over and over. He put his fingernail in the side and **** it open. It opened with a pop, and a cloud of dust rose up and went up his nostrils.

Declan took a deep breath, but it was not Declan anymore. It was Declan's body, but Declan's mind was in some sort of suspended animation. His body was now controlled by an ancient demon. A demon of lust and corruption.