Angel of Lies

Chapter 4 - Let Me Crawl Up Into Your Mind

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Baby, can you meet me tonight in detention?
I can feel your blood pressure rise, fuck this tension
Let me crawl up into your mind, did I mention?
Pretending everything's alright is detention
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Detention - Melanie Martinez

December 2021

ANGEL PEAK MENTAL INSTITUTION

Death takes many faces.

Both silent and deafening it slinks through the halls of the Asylum like it was created from the very thread that coils around its corporal form. An unclaimed child and feeder of the merciful entity.

Damian often contemplates death, its meaning and its consequences. Of course being raised as an Assassin certainly helped him become well acquainted with Death. One could say they were old friends who regularly meet in an organised fashion, greeting one another in an exchange of souls.

And after discovering that he would be spending an undisclosed amount of time in Marinette's presence he found death lingering at his doorstep. Tantalisingly waving its boney fingers at Damian beckoning him forward.

Begging, pleading for another unfortunate soul. And Damian always eager to prove himself never missed a target or failed to deliver Death's sweet gift.

Marinette was not his ally, yet. And he hasn't killed her, yet. He may soon but perhaps he will use her first to fulfil his own desires of escape. Then if they succeed he shall gift her to Death so that they may deal with her overwhelming presence.

An opening to speak with Marinette with the intention of forming a tentative alliance appeared sooner than Damian would have thought possible.

They were to work in pairs at their group sessions, to get to know one another better. But despite his plan of using Marinette all Damian really wanted to know was how red she bleeds. Marinette may be an unshakeable limpet but if worked correctly she could be the key to his freedom.

A tool at his disposal.

An internal battle still rages as Damian surmises that though killing her would  bring him satisfaction but ultimately his desire to burn the Asylum to the ground as he leaves overshadows that need.

Mulling over his less than satisfactory situation Damian found himself at a stale mate. On the one hand he could ignore Marinette's existence and keep trying to break out on his own but surely he would find inevitable failure waiting for him.

A frown paints itself between his dark brows his mouth downturning in solidarity. Marinette is good at manipulating people, with large doe eyes and a sinfully crafted silver tongue, she weaves elaborate lies to get her own way. But Damian was perhaps the only one who recognised the uncomfortability within her own actions.

Damian found himself savouring the fleeting looks of disgust that flash through her fair features after each false promise falls from her pink lips. Though the majority were ignorant and sycophantic enough to ignore her true feelings or intentions, their greedy eyes widening when they accepted her offers.

Damian despised them all, especially those who would boast of the favours they received in loud and crass voices while the rest cleaned their ears hoping to catch each and every detail.

But he learned a valuable lesson through watching her interactions, Marinette allows others to use her so she could gain small rewards.