The In Between (Demon Reigns x reader)

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"Your soul is split, my son."

Roman looked at his Father's tall silhouette with a puzzled look on his perfect sculptured face.

"What do you mean by that?"

His Father came to an easy halt that turned towards him to speak directly to his face. "When I created you I created you with only half of your soul." His Father explained in a gentle voice. "When the time comes someone will be created with your other half and you will know."

"Am I the only one you've done this too?" Roman interrogated in a panic. He was scared of who this person could be and he was apprehensive, what if they didn't like him?

"No, I've done it to all of your brothers."

Roman turned to overlook the crystal blue water that flowed under the bridge he stood on with his father.

"When will this happen?" He asked. "I know you know when it will."

"I do. When it does you will know, the affect on you will be overwhelming powerful. Until then, just be patient Roman."

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The screams of tortured souls echoed above Roman's head as he paced back and forth in his kingdom of torment. His mind was occupied with thoughts, he no longer heard Seth and Jon bickering at each other over theories of what was wrong with him. This all begun hours ago when Roman noticed something odd about himself, he was experiencing excruciating headaches, nausea and he felt anxious and no demon nor himself could figure out why. The entire kingdom was on edge, waiting for their king to fall right before their eyes. There was even talk of who would rise in his place.

"We all know who's behind this Seth!" Jon roared. "I'll gather my legion and go make them pay."

"That's a very good idea, let's make sure they know he's weak when they not be behind this!" Seth yelled back.

Jon rolled his eyes, the hatred he had for Seth was unexplainable.

"I don't hear you giving out theories."

Roman couldn't think with these two arguing. "Both of you shut the fuck up!"

"My apologies my Lord." Dean bowed his head submissively and in respect but Roman no longer paid attention to them.

"Can't you think of anything brother?"

Roman came to a halt in his pacing and turned to face Seth, he saw the blank expression engraved on his face but his eyes told another story he didn't bother reading.

"No I can't. I've went over everything but nothing makes sense."

Seth thought multiple times about this question before letting it escape between his lips. "Can't you think of anything dad has said in the past that might be helpful?"

"Dad helpful!" Roman's laughter echoed throughout the large oval shaped room made of marble and stone. But his laughter died down, Seth's question made him remember his father's words clearly. "Did he ever tell you about your soul?"

"No." Seth replied. He was utterly confused. "I didn't know I had one?"

Roman began to approach his desk and throne, his steps were quiet and at a steady pace, his long splintery desk was very old, the black paint was beginning to chip away but his black throne was in very good condition. He sat down and beckoned his two idiots to come forward.

"Dad split our souls in two. He said someone would be created with the other half of our soul and he told me, I remember it as if he said it a while ago, I will know. The affect on me will be overwhelmingly powerful."