Misinformation Can Be Deadly

Chapter 31: Oh Come On, Ominous Dreams are Overdone

CW: self deprecating thoughts

Thanksgiving break couldn't have come fast enough. Virgil didn't want to go to school and leave Roman behind anymore, but he didn't want to miss any classes, so the break was welcomed.

Though, all that meant for Virgil was he was able to lay next to Roman and sulk. He had eaten, not wanting to break his deal with Janus. And Remus even had him work out after breakfast, and it was tiring So it wasn't like he was doing nothing all day.

For now though, he was curled up next to Roman. For some reason, laying next to the demon made him tired. The longer he spent next to him, the more exhausted he became. It was as if Roman was feeding off of his energy, maybe he was. If so Virgil was glad, he wasn't totally useless, he could help. All he wanted to do is help.

Though, Roman seemed to already be better. Color has returned to his face, and his breathing was steady. He had grown his horns and tail again. Even his ears had changed, though they weren't pointy like Virgil would have thought, instead they were droopy like goat ears. They even had fur covering them, black strands mixed in the red. He found them adorable.

Virgil decided he would stay next to Roman all day if he had to, since it had seemed to help, if only a little. He needed to ask Remus about it later.

He scrolled through his phone as he became more and more tired. He didn't want to leave in case Roman woke up, it's been three days now. He had to wake up soon, please let Roman wake up soon. Waiting was killing him, it wasn't fair.

Maybe Roman had agreed to the contract, but if he knew what he was going to get himself into he wouldn't have. No one wanted Virgil, they just tolerated him. Roman was the same. He can't leave, so he has to tolerate him.

Virgil's parents did the same thing. They were constantly fighting as he grew up, and that was all he could remember of them, with the occasional times they actually talked to him. That was a mix of them being kind and supportive parents, to them ranting about how much they hated the other.

Then when he was seven or eight, they divorced. They tried to trade him off, he spent two weeks with his mom then his dad. But then his mom moved away, too far, and his dad couldn't take care of him the whole time, he didn't have the money.

So off he was sent to his first foster home. It was a surprise he even made it to his senior year of high school, considering the amount of foster homes he had gone through before he turned eleven and was finally put in this orphanage. None of his foster parents wanted him, not even the money they were paid to take care of him was worth it.

Virgil curled up more in bed, tears coming to his eyes. He just couldn't understand why Roman would risk his life to protect Virgil. There was no way it would have been worth the risk. Why him? He was just one person in a world of billions.

"Please wake up, Roman," he whispered, feeling his eyelids drop. His back was turned to the demon as he felt himself fall asleep. A small nap wouldn't hurt.

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"What a foolish little demon."

The voice echoed throughout the nothingness, making Roman frown. He walked around trying to find the source of the sound, or anything at all. The void he was in was pitch black, and Roman couldn't even see the floor.

"Who's there?" he asked. He could feel a strong presence, but it was all around him. His head hurt with the pressure that it brought. The presence was powerful, and it shook Roman to the core, making his hands shake in fear. His skin crawled and he felt sick.

"That's not important right now, little demon. I just wanted to say hello to the cursed prince." So she knew him. At least, it sounded like a woman's voice.

Roman clenched his fists and growled. "Where am I?"

"Don't worry, we're just in your mind. It seems empty here actually. Though... you're still a smart little demon, if oblivious. I'm surprised you haven't figured out who I am yet."

"What about my body?"

"Your body is safe, you're back at the orphanage with that human of yours. Although he's interesting, he's a weak little nothing for now." Roman growled louder. "Oh calm down, I said for now. He has the potential to be... something." A giggle echoed through the blackness. "He's going to be very useful to me."

"You won't lay a hand on him! He's mine!" Roman growled, his claws growing and red and black running up his arms.

"Not for a while, sadly. But everything has already been set in motion, you can't stop it. It's taken me way too long to get to this point."

Roman squinted his eyes. "You're a warden, aren't you?"

"Oh that's no fun! You can't figure it out just yet! I want a little longer so I can surprise you."

"Whatever it is you're planning, it's not going to work! If your plan is to escape Hell, then you're the fool here! The ritual is impossible, and no demon is allowed to tell how it's done! Not even a warden."

"You don't know what I want yet, so don't jump the gun little demon. Oh, but do say hello to any little birdies you see. A prince and a duke being in the same place at once is bound to catch someone's attention."

Roman's blood went cold but he didn't dare show his fear. "What are you-"

"Well that's enough for now. Even if you might not remember any of this, you've found out too much. I can't wait to see you. Goodbye, Prince Roman. It's been an honor."