Black Roses

CHAPTER 2

A/N : sorry the update is not scheduled cuz school is priority and i have to do my homework first before this. and im also sorry if theres an OOC happening especially on dottore part. cuz im not really sure how to write his character. And Pls enjoy!

After some time has passed, you regain consciousness. You have no idea how long you were unconscious before waking up in this strange place. You awaken in a room that appears to be an infirmary. With a clean, soft bed underneath you, it appears that they have already attended to your wound, even changing your attire to that of a hospital patient. Of course, the unusual surroundings made you feel uneasy. And the memories of the previous night isn't helping the situation. You are, nevertheless, still alive and well. You can't help but sigh deeply. What is going to happen now? You are pretty sure that you passed out in front of those exorcists. There's a very low possibility of them to really releasing a demon like yourself unless they want something from you. It might be better to escape, but you won't have the opportunity. Not when you have no idea where you are or even whether you have the physical ability to do so. You don't have enough magic to fight back, and you're too weak to run with a wounded leg. So you decide to wait and see what they want for you, in the hope of negotiating your way out.

There were a few minutes when you had nothing better to do but gaze about. Until the door opened, revealing a tall man with blue tosca hair and ruby-red eyes, as well as a wicked smirk. A strange mask is worn by the man. Soon later, a ginger-haired man appears, who seems to to be friendlier than the other.

"I see you've finally awoken. It's surprising to see that you actually stayed here and were well-behaved." says the man in the mask, As he took a nearby chair to seat close to you. This made you feel even more uneasy than before.

"I'd would like to do a few experiments on you, but your condition won't allow it, so some interview will do for now," he says nonchalantly.

"Wait, wha-?"

"Shouldn't we introduce ourselves first?" said the ginger-haired man behind the masked man before you could finish your word.

"Please let me introduce ourself. My name is Tartaglia, but you can also goes with my alias name, Childe. And that fellow over there is dottore." Childe says with a warm smile that makes you feel a little better. Of course, it isn't enough to make you nervous and make you forget about the experiments that Dottore mentioned, but you have decided to stay quiet about it for the time being.

"That isn't even necessary. But anyway, I want you to answer these questions honestly. Because if you don't, you'll have to face the consequences." Dottore said, with his grin never leaving his face.

"First and foremost, I'd like to learn more about your horn. How is it possible for something to be broken like that? Even with our advanced technology. We could never break a demon's horn." He tried to touch your horn, which made you shudder a little and make you hit his hand away in reflection to prevent him from touching it.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Dottore warns, his smile fading somewhat before returning as he tries to touch it again.

You give in this time and let him touch your horn. This makes you feel quite uneasy. Humans may not realize it, but a demon's horn is the most sensitive feature of their body. As a result, demons may employ magic to conceal or defend their horn at some time during their lives. You were so engrossed in the sensation of Dottore's hand on your horn that you entirely forgot about his question. Until Childe's gentle cough brings you back to reality.

"Oh, yes... so, um... my broken horn. If my memory serves me correctly, it was shattered when I was struck by a powerful magic. But why and how did that happen? I'm not sure."

"I see.." dottore nods as he write it down in his notebook.

"Now for the next question. Is it true that you're a succubus?"

"Yes," you say with a simple nod.

"How old are you in terms of human years?" he inquires, his eyes darting about you.

"I'm roughly 20 years old if it's in human years"

"How come your boddy doesn't have the same sexual appeal as the other succubuses I've come across?" Dottore inquired once more as he lifted his hands to his chin and looked at you intently.

"That's because, to this day, I've never "eaten" a human. As you may be aware. Succubus and incubus consume the life force of someone who they engages in intimate act with."

"In short, you're a virgin," says a man who bursts through the door, revealing a midget with beautiful azure eyes and hair as dark as the night sky yet the softness of silk.

Right now, you can't believe your eyes. That was the same eye you saw just before you passed out. That eye, which looks at you as if you were a prey. You can't help but freeze to the spot. Trembling in fear at his presence.

"I see you still remember me, very delightful." He cooed as he walked closer, watching you From head to toe.

"Scaramouche.... I can't work the interview if you terrify my subject like that." Dottore snarled at the man, "Now tell me what you're looking for."

"I'm in need of my regular medication. But, anyway, why are you here?" he glaring at childe.

"Nothing much, comrade, "Our new friend here has piqued my interest. That's all." Childe responds nonchalantly with his typical cheerful smile.

"hmph. A battle maniac like you interested in weakling like her?"

"hey.. im right here..." You said as his word stings you. You know he's correct, yet hearing it still hurts.

""yeah? I can't see you because you're so small" Scaramouch responds with a laugh of his own. Which childe immediately returns his bickering, "said the gremlin"

You can't help but snort from suppressed laughter when you hear this. Hearing you snort, the three men fell silent and stared at you.

"w-what??"

"did you just dare laughing at me you littl-"

"Here's your medicine, please don't quarrel in my place" Dottore was cut his words as he handed a tiny bottle, which Scaramouch accepted with a "tch." Scaramouche then went to the back of the room and sat at the dottore's table.

"You can continue because the questions seems to be quite amusing." he said, his smirk returning.

Childe, who is accustomed to his habit, simply shrugs him off and takes a seat next to you on the bed. "Ignore him girlie"

"I'm done for the day. Because I still need to check up on another experiment..." replied Dottore before standing and walking away, leaving you three in an awkward silence.

"what the fuck?" the three of you thought in unison.

"anyway. Dottore hasn't let us to continue our introduction. So, girlie, what's your name?" childe asks you.

"My name is (y/n)"

"(y/n)? that's a nice name. Now let me introduced to you our most angry gremlin here. Scaramouche" childe wink teasingly to you.

"are you looking for a fight?!" Scaramouche snapped back at childe's word once again.

"well, I could use some fight right now~ but I have to take (Y/N) to her new room! bye~" childe cooed as he lifts you in bridal style and runs out of the room. Leaving Scaramouche behind.

The distance betweenyou and your room seemed short. Not because it's close to the infirmary, butbecause of the childe friendly personality who will make you laugh with hisjokes along the route. By the time you two arrived to your room, hethen placed you down on your bed and explained a little bit that he'llbe leaving, locked the door to your room, meanwhile someone else will takecare of your dinner. Hearing this makes you remember that you are nothingmore than a prisoner, a test subject, makes your heart sink. You want to be angrywith him, but you can't since he's simply doing his job. He's truly nice enoughto speak to you as if you're a regular person. So you simply nod in response tohis words, which are followed by a gentle mutter of apology, and he leaves youalone in your small room.