You knew what they were.

But you fell victim to their charm.

You were a pretty big fan of their music, but you still managed to stand out from the rest of their audience.

He wasn’t meant to fall for you. His sole purpose was to take souls from people like you.

But why couldn’t he?

That question plagued his mind ever since the Saja Boys landed in your city. He always thought this job would just be yet another one of his many tasks given by his boss — the demon he made a deal with.

Baby thought of this to be the truth, but it was something much deeper than that.

His objective was to have you fall for him, but in trying to do that, he ironically fell for you instead.

Each time you showed up at a convention or concert, he fell just a little harder. Your usualness was his kryptonite.

It made him wonder. He questioned how you didn’t seem as obsessed as everyone else.

You were.. normal.

And he hated that.

He wanted everyone around them to be head over heels. He had a desire to get all of their fans wrapped around the crook of his finger.

You though, you were the exception.

All the other fans wore merch on their backs with inspirational face paint. You wore normal clothing. You did normal things. Although you were a fan, you weren’t completely enamored with their brand.

That’s what made his skin crawl.

Baby thought he was doing something wrong. Each night before he went to sleep, he’d ask himself why you were the only one who didn’t fall prey to their alluring tactics. Everyone was supposed to love them. Why weren’t you obsessed? Why weren’t you screaming their names every chance you got?

And yet.. it only made him fall harder.

Baby craved what you had — a normal life with normal friends. However, he lost his chance at that a long time ago, and there was no turning back now at the point he was in. He didn’t just want your attention or your heart.

He wanted you.

All of you.

The night was serene as you walked in the now quiet city, the moon and the glowing posters and advertisements illuminating the empty streets.

Your footsteps echoed through the quiet space. It was enjoyable, at last being able to get away from all the chaos of the day. The city rarely ever slept, so you considered this a win.

You definitely weren’t expecting company, though.

As you continued on — there, in the middle of the street, stood Baby Saja.

He didn’t bother hiding his demon form now — what was the point? He was alone. At least, he thought he was.

Baby was standing in front of an illuminated billboard, featuring all the Saja Boys. There were huge smiles on their faces and all of them looked genuinely happy.

That couldn’t be any farther from the truth.

His smile on the glowing billboard mirrored the way he smiled whenever he thought you weren’t looking. It looked similar to the way he’d always looked at you — longingly and yearning.

The bright lights from the artificialities were stark contrasts to the hollow emptiness he felt inside of him. He wished he didn’t have to sometimes. Whenever he could decipher your voice among the many in the swarms of fans, it helped.

The voices in his head were overwhelming.

All demons had them. It was part of the package whenever you were linked with Gwi-Ma. Those voices were a constant reminder that he was always present — and he always would be.

His eyes shimmered as they looked at the billboard with something very similar to contempt. This was the result of the monsters they had all created. They looked beautiful on the outside, but were devoid of anything genuine — anything real.

"It’s ironic, isn’t it?" He said with a soft laugh, running his hands over his patterns. Baby's gaze actually softened when he looked at them, reminiscing about the first time he encountered Gwi-Ma.

Baby didn’t turn to face you. He couldn’t.

He was brainwashed. He was so desperate to just belong in his own skin, that he accepted the attention of a literal beast.

"I wasn’t supposed to get close to you." He mumbled, shaking his head as his eyes narrowed.

"I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you."