[ ∞ ; ALYCAT ]

{ - sarcasiisms continued from here - }

NO

W H Y?

she wished, everyday..
begged for death
no one wanted her,
no one 
c a r e d.
so why the fuck was she still here?!
breathing
living.
D I S G U S T I N G.
A B A N D O N E D 

blue eyes shooting open, 
the female barely registering the 
figure that was 
 S A V I N G ?
her. 
her mission was finalized
get the blade.

she went for the knife,
reached, until the hilt of the 
cold metal blade touched her palm.
Then, she met his eyes.
They weren’t eyes… 
they were lumps of obsidian.

B L A C K

maybe it was her own mind,
as
F U C K E D UP
as it was.
but there was something that told her no
that this
M A N ?
wasn’t human.
she swallowed,
she was..

S C A R E D.

her hand tightened,
around the knife,
before she took it and plunged it into his stomach,
before staggering up,
her legs nearly toppling beneath her,
and then she ran,
could she really outrun, this
I N - H U M A N ?
M O N S T E R  ?

                                        D E M O N.

Immortality was never a BURDEN when you had a knife
buried in your abdomen. Heaving to his feet, steps  s t i c k y
across the bloodied tiles, the bathroom door didn’t post a
threat. [ Empathy and sensitivity ] to human emotions weren’t
things that he excelled in, but he wasn’t oblivious to the way
she’d freaked out. ❝ People don’t usually STAB their saviors, ❞
he called after her, [ a dry and sarcastic drawl ], as he stepped
through the wood —- the laws of the physical realm weren’t
going to slow a D E M O N. 

Awareness of his ward had irritated him for years. The
moment her mother had ABANDONED her, the connection
that had drawn him in had appeared. An UNDERSTANDING
from his human life that allowed him to hear ( feel ) her pain.
And that tie wasn’t severed by her fear. It intensified.

                                                   Running was ultimately FUTILE

CORNERING her in her bedroom, physically larger and letting
H e l l ’ s  influence strengthen his presence.  Blinking away
the dark film that covered his eyes, a mirage of mortality, an
attempt to make her SLIGHTLY more comfotable. Twisting the
knife, loosening and removing the weapon. Blade S T A I N E D by
a shadowy rank goo —- demons blood wasn’t the most pleasant
thing around.  ❝ Attempting to hurt EITHER of us again won’t end
well, Aliyah. ❞

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She called to him, and at first it was easy to ignore.
A wrong message, he figured, some angelic asshole
would get it eventually. Why would a DEMON hear
the pleas of an abandoned child? All through
adolescence, he was  d r a w n  to her. His influence was
poisonous, VIOLENCE carved his path forward. Yet she
was largely unaffected by his tainted soul, his impact
on the world. She had her own problems to worry
about. When she was seventeen, something changed.
Her gravity drew him in further, and this time they
C O L L I D E D.

Knife STAINED, crimson carpeting the bathroom tiles,
he wondered why it was him about to put her back
together again. Cradling her body against his chest, he
sat back against the bathtub. Thumbs smoothing along
the breaks in her skin, his influence sewing her back
together again. It HURT, the healing process, he knew that.
An Angels grace could steal away pain, a demons
IMPURITY intensified it.

                              But  D E A T H  didn’t knock at her door.

Fingers sticky with her blood, he brushed them through
her hair, waiting for consciousness to return. Aware that
her reaction to him was unlikely to be PLEASANT. But
maybe he might be able to drag her from the darkness and
save her s o u l. Do her the courtesy no one did him.
Maybe that’s why a DEMON heard her pleas.