Living Hell (Ianthony)

The Dark Future

~Anthony's POV~
Ian and I stood in my bedroom, my angel shaking in my arms. "Anthony?" Ian asked. "W-where are we? We were kissing and then-"
He looked up at me and backed away. I glanced to my right and saw myself in the mirror. My fangs and red eyes had returned. Red streaked through my dark brown hair. Huh. That's new. I walked over to Ian, his head was in his hands and I heard soft crying. I caressed my hand on his face. "Ian?" I said softly. "It's okay, I will protect you. Remember when my 'monster' said I was a demon? Well, this is home, we are in the Underworld."
Ian met my blood-red eyes. "Seriously?" He asked. I looked at him in shock. That's all he says?! He's in the bloody Underworld! He smiled at me. "Do you think I care? As long as I'm with you I really could care less."
I was about to kiss him when I heard a loud crashing sound. Oh no, Dad. I pulled Ian into my embrace when I heard a loud, demanding voice. "ANTHONY!"
Ian hugged me tighter "What was that?"
Before I could answer, we were transported to the castle's throne room. I was now wearing my 'prince attire', a black suit with a collared red shirt, my hair fringe was in my face (of course), and a pair of black raven wings sprouted from my back. Ian let go of me as I stepped forward and knelt in front of the throne. "How may I serve you father?"
"Father?" Ian whispered.
My father sat high and mighty on his throne of skulls. He smiled down at me. "Ah, Anthony." My father said. "You have done well."
"Thank you sir." I said.
My father looked towards Ian. "So this is him, my son?" My father asked me.
"Yes sir."
The king of the Underworld stood up from his throne and began to examine Ian. Ian grunted as my father tilted his head up. "Yes, he shall do nicely." My father said as he pulled out a dagger. The blade shined in the darkened lights of the throne room, waiting to draw blood from its next victim. My father brought the dagger to Ian's throat, threatening to kill him. I growled, my emotions snapping in two. I ran in front of Ian and bared my fangs at the king of the Underworld. Usually, this would be an act of treason, threatening the king would get me killed. My father took the dagger away and stood, an evil smirk present on his face. He began to chuckle. "Good boy Anthony."
"How DARE you threaten my mate!" I said.
My father laughed again. "So you have claimed him?"
I looked at the floor.
"A-anthony?" I heard my angel's voice behind me. "Mate? Claimed me? I'm so confused? What haven't you told me?!"
"Oh Ian," My father said. "There is so much my devil of a son hasn't told you. I'm sure you know by now that he is the son of the most evil being ever created."
"Don't flatter yourself." I said
He went on anyway. "Anyway, Anthony came to get you for a reason."
I stepped forward. "Sir, don't."
"Be quiet you insufferable boy!" My father snapped as he thrust his hand out and flung me across the room. I slammed against a wall, my back searing with pain.
"Anthony!" I heard Ian scream.
I groaned as my father brought a gold container out of his pocket. I had seen my father with that container many times, but I had seen him use it only once, on me. Black corruption dust. He backed Ian up against the wall. I tried to stand but was unsuccessful as my father's power had kept me down. Ian whimpered as my father poured the dust into his palm. The dust swirled around itself, giving away pure evil energy that sent my nerves on fire. That stuff could turn you evil forever. No.
"Father, please don't!" I screamed.
"You brought him to me, Anthony." He said simply. "You did your job."
My father blew the Corruption Dust onto Ian. I watched in horror as the dust consumed and went over Ian's head. I stood as my father's powers let me up.
"How could you! You've corrupted him for good! I could have took him to our side myself!"
"No you couldn't have Anthony. He couldn't have been brought over if he had been already on a side." My father said grimly.
"What?"
He nodded towards Ian, who was now unconscious. "Look at his shoulder."
I walked to my Ian and looked at his left shoulder. There, as bright as the light of day, was the symbol of the angel. Ian was working for my enemy. I backed up as my father put his hand on my shoulder.
"It's alright, my son."
"I- I don't know what to do."
I looked at my father. "Wake him Anthony."
I cradled Ian on my lap and bent down to kiss his sickly cold lips. I then felt pain. Everywhere Ian was touching me burned. I couldn't touch him without me being hurt.
The pain subsided as Ian opened his bright blue eyes. "A-anthony." Ian said.
I smiled as I tried to kiss him again. "Ah!" I took my hands away from him and saw burn marks.
Ian gasped. "Anthony! What happened?!" He touched a unburned piece of my skin as I yelled in pain again. "I did this? H- how?!"
"Ian," My father said. "This is how it always was meant to be."
"How could you say that?!" Ian screamed.
I closed my eyes as Ian continued to yell at the king of the Underworld. "Ian." I said. "That. Is. Enough."
"Anthony I-"
"I said ENOUGH." I said. I took Ian's wrist and bit it. He fell unconscious immediately. I bent down to Ian's ear. "You. Are mine and mine alone. You don't talk back to me or my father, yes?"
I then saw a part of the hem of Ian's white shirt turn black. I saw my own reflection in a mirror. I felt as though my soul had turn a shade darker itself.

A/N: That was sort of....dark ANYWAYS! I'm dedicating this chapter to amanderp_1 for being awesome! Until next chapter... Stay classy! ~epicgamer51