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✦ IN WHICH, one whim decision comes after another, as you let the fiend's absurd ideas steer the fate of your lives.
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It wasn't supposed to go like this, and you were in alot of pain from having to witness such condition he will be put into later before your naked eyes.
Beam, one of the fiends you've made buddies with ever since you set foot in this hell hole called Devil Hunters HQ, takes on your penalty instead of letting you be the one to suffer from such a small mistake you committed unintentionally.
Guilt slowly gnawing at your bones, you bite your nails from the nervousness filling you up. The memory of Beam flashing you his iconic, bright grin is still vivid in your mind, almost as if you could hear his voice on repeat. The last words he uttered were, "Everything's gonna be alright."
And there you were restrained from taking any step further to follow Beam as he is escorted to the deep end of the slate grey hallways by the higher ups. Watching the three figures slowly disappear from your sight, you couldn't help but heave a deep, blue sigh. If it weren't for this tragic lifestyle you two were born into, it sure as hell would be fun to spend a day off with him - not because it's a part of a duty, but because it's what your heart is longing for.
Even though Beam may be a simpleton, he's been your source of serotonin these past few months that have been dragging you down. He made sure he doesn't see you with a frown, nor with tears welling up in your eyes.
He never failed to make you happy, he never failed an attempt to make you smile. He was willing, persevering even, to make you laugh from the silliest ways he could think of - and that alone was heart warming.
You sat inside the blank confinement room, wherein they had you locked up as a punishment despite Beam taking account for it already. They said you needed to be disciplined, and had to be under Makima's special group and orders for a while.
If it weren't for this ill-favored reality, life would surely be enjoyable to indulge in freedom permanently. The freedom to have fun, to do what you like, to develop hobbies and interests, but apparently you had none. Or basically you can't have one.
As the only memories you can recollect was you taking on a corpse of a lady who just passed away, and Makima coercing you to be a devil hunter despite being a fiend yourself.
And as time flew by, you began to develop a burning passion of hatred for the crimson haired girl. She was the type of person to destroy your dreams and shatter your hope made of glass with only a light tap of hers. You despised her for many many, countless reasons and that is just a single one out of the one hundred.
They weren't lying when they said Makima had a shitty personality. It's just her looks tempting you inside a domain of atrocity and selfishness.
Sighing for the second time, you rested your head on the hard desk making a loud thud sound against wooden surfaced table. You screw your eyes shut and crossed your fingers, hoping that Beam would be okay.
The hours then passed painfully slow for you to handle, as you later doze off into a deep sleep without any mind of what might happen later. Silence engulfs the whole, spacious office when suddenly you heard a crash on the wall from your back that made you jolt awake.
You rubbed your raw eyes, groggy from the nap. Bleary eyes blink in adjustment as you later realized the figure was Beam who pounds himself against the monochromatic walls. You stood up from your seat and arose with excitement, having Beam back here again feels nothing but home.
Running up to him, you started to see him in a much clearer way, as the lights in the room shone on his bare body. There were some scars and bruises inflicted on his skin, from his well toned torso down to his feet. From this realization, your enthusiasm slowly dies out, guilt kicking in your guts once again. You back away from him as you held your head down low, "Beam, I'm very sorry."
You apologized and tried to purse your lips to muffle the sob about to come out, tears starting to burn your irises from seeing the fiend's worn out condition.
But despite the wounds clearly visible on his body, his persistent grin is still plastered on his face, almost as if he didn't mind what happened. "It's nothing!" He shrugged it off and scratched his cheek with his index finger, averting his gaze away from you.
"And, stop crying." He states and wipes the rivulets of tears on your cheeks, his optimistic side never disappearing. "It sucks to be like this, you know? To be their tools?" You wail, more tears starting to escape your eyes. "And that damned Makima." Cussing under your breath.
The fiend bites his lower lip, he can't help but feel the same as well. But then at the same time, adrenaline starts to course in his veins, as he holds your wrist with an unfaltering yet caressing grip. "I've got an idea."
His words chime into your ears like a new spark of hope in a dreadful situation. You ask him, "Huh? What is it?"
His hold on your hand tightens, "Let's run away. Together."
You knit your eyebrows at his intense yet daft solution for this prolonged problem you two have faced since day one. Perplexed, "Are you crazy!?" You ask him while he only chuckles, "I've always been crazy!"
Right, it was a part of Beam's character to do the craziest things out on a whim. So nonetheless, you agree with his idea and held on to his hand tight as well. "Let's go then!" You say as you flash him a reassuring smile, your eyes turning into two little crescent moons in shape.
He nods and leads the way, never letting go of your hand since then.
Sure it sucks to live as a fiend in this timeline, but maybe you wouldn't regret it so much if you had Beam by your side.
