Helliam/Willry Oneshots + Random Scenarios

Analyzations?

Warnings: Mentions of Murder and Death
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???'s POV
     I could see every little detail in on him. I could even tell every little detail. I loved him so much. He was everything to me.

     He was in my arms, cuddled up to be but not by choice. His body was limp. He was dead. I killed him. Dead. Nothing left. No life left in his body.

    Now, it may seem strange. There could be a lot of questions when it comes to that fact that I killed him. And most of them have simple answers with little to no effort in feeling bad.

"Why would you do that?"
I had to. He found out about what I did and stopped listening to me.

"Why did you kill his kid?"
Simple, that little shit was in the way.

"If you loved him so much...why is he dead in your arms with no eyes?"

That one. It's only different since it has a twist at the end. "with no eyes", he doesn't need his eyes anymore. They were too beautiful to be wasted away. No one else deserves to see them except me.... and before him too but he's dead. They are too perfect and held so much emotion. "Sadly" no else can see them now.

Now, why I killed him. That has more lore behind it. He didn't have to die. Hell, I would love to have him living, but no. He found out that he "precious" child was dead. That wasn't a problem until, he found out it was me. And when he did might have gotten a little angry.
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He found out.
He knows.
He hates me.
He doesn't love me.
Shit.

I had him tied down in a chair with his mouth covered and his cheeks still shown. Couldn't have him screaming. His face was red with tears streaming down his face, which hurt me to see.

     Every step I took towards him, he shook more violently and tried to move away from me. I hated it, he was scared of me. He was supposed to love me and want to be with me. He didn't.

     Once I was close enough to him but not too close, I took the knife I had behind by back and slashed his cheek. Before he could yell in pain, I slashed the other side. The cuts were deep but not that deep. He started to cry harder and tried to scream.

    The blood and tears mixed together making it harder for me to continue with my actions. But, I had to. He needed to die. But it had to be done in a certain way. I had to put him back together. That could only happen later. The process would be painful for both of us. For me it was emotionally and for him it was emotionally along with physically. I could later edit his memory of this event, so it didn't hurt that badly.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a thud. "????" had managed to move the chair away from me but ended up falling on his ass. It was funny yet annoying. I moved up to him and snatched him back up. "Listen.....there's no need to run my love. It's to late" I told him right before I stabbed him in the gut. He started to cry even harder but I was blinded by how annoyed I was with his actions.

Once I had him in the chair, sitting upright, I started to cut his arms with random designs. Once he had enough cuts
on both arms, I started to randomly stab his chest and stomach. I made sure that they weren't to deep and I didn't hit anything that could make him bleed a lot and kill him now.

Screams. Screams were the thing that could be heard. The only twist is that I was the only person who could hear his muffled screams. Once I was done, his face was red and he was struggling to keep his eyes open. I moved back to see how much more damage had to be done to kill him. "Luckily" for him, there was enough. Now all I had to do was kill him.

I walked behind him and went to get the axe I had to this. It still gave me chills since I had killed his kid with this same axe.
After I had the axe, I went over to him and cut him "free" and removed the tape. He fell to the floor and immediately moved away once he looked behind and saw me. "Get the fuck away from me you psychopath! I fucking hate you!" Once he yelled that, I forgot everything and I snapped.

I forgot about my love for him.
I forgot about my care for him.
I forgot about my need for him.

I quickly went over to him and started to hit him with the axe. He screamed and pleaded for me to stop. But I didn't. I couldn't stop. Each hit I started to want him dead. I needed him to die. After I hit him, something else happened this time. "???, please stop! I won't tell anyone! I'll keep it to my self! Please, no one will know! I won't go to the police! Just stop! I won't fight with you anymore! Just st-"

I cut him off once I slit his throat deep. His eyes went wide and he fell back. I dropped the axe and went to get the X-Acto knife to cut out his eyes so I could keep them. Once I got it, I wasted no time in climbing on top of him and cutting his eyes out. He couldn't scream. He only coughed up blood. He didn't even try to fight me off of him. He couldn't even.....see. As soon as I had his eyes, I put them in the container that had a special liquid that could keep his eyes intact and perfect.

I moved away from the container and walked over to "????"'s body. He was hanging on the life by the thinnest of  threads. Once I was hovering above him.... I step on his neck cracking it. His body went limp under my foot. "What a shame. Such a fighter to. Heh..... that little shit mush have gotten that from him and that kid took forever to kill." I laughed after I said that. It was a mixed laugh, with different components to it.
Hate.
Love.
Sadness.
Regret.
Happiness.
But it didn't matter now. I had to clean up.
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   Once, everything was clean....well except the blood on my clothes since I needed to move what was left of him, I grabbed his limp and lifeless body and started to move to another part of the basement.

As soon as I got to the room. I held him closer to me, as if he was cuddling up to me. Showing me love. Not wanting to leave me. I could see every little detail in on him. I could even tell every little detail. I loved him so much. He was everything to me.

   I walked over to the container that would have his body in case my tests, experiments, and other ideas didn't work to makes him mine. I carefully placed his body in and then closed the opening. The only was he could be seen was through a window and it had to be there since I still would need to see what he had looked like in his last moments.

    Once everything was in its place I went up stairs to clean myself and get rid of all the evidence. The last place he was before he went missing was at work, so I was in the clear. Oh, did I forget to mention that he's been missing for........ about a week? Well, I was still in the clear since I he was last at work and I "wasn't" at work the day he went missing.

   At this point, it's assumed that there is a serial killer on the loose. With the concept of missing kids and 6.....well, now 7 missing adults. I only committed 4 murders and only 1 of them was an adult, who happened to be my lover.

Oh well, no one will ever know.

————————————————————1394 words...... damn, it's better than nothing since I had written this before (like in the end of May) and gave up on it before. Along with the writers block that has been going on and off, this is pretty good to me. Anyways, byeee-