Baby blue short stories

hate him 4

PoV Bill
"Bill?", Kill asked.

He was standing in my throne room.

"Where is he?"

"Where's who?", I played dumb.

"William. He's always first to greet me. Is he sick?", my brother asked.

"Not exactly..."

"Bill.", Kill growled.

Then he turned to Keyhole.

"Key, go and get the little angel, will you?"

"That would be difficult.", my friend admitted.

Kill grabbed him by the neck.

"Where. Is. William.?", he growled and that scared Keyhole so so much, he cried out: "He ran away, because he found out that everyone hates him and we don't even know where he went, please let me down!"

Kill dropped him immediately.

"BILEAM CIPHER!"

I shrank in my throne.

Kill took a deep breath.

"Did you at least start looking for him?", he asked.

I shrank a bit more.

"Do you have any idea  how badly you messed up? In how much trouble you are?", Kill chuckled.

"Kill, please. We will find him, I can fix this!", I promised.

"No, you can't. Have fun with your weird thing. I'll be busy getting my sweet angel back."

Then he just disappeared with a snap.

I was in deep shit.

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PoV Will
I woke up in a soft bed with warm sheets, my body all clean and healed but I could feel I had been injured not long ago.

I wondered what happened, then tried to stand up.

"Stay.", I suddenly heard Stanford ask.

I looked at him sadly.

"Why did you hurt me?", I asked.

"I mean, hurting you wasn't my first priority, just a side affect. I needed some information I wouldn't have gotten otherwise.", He told me.

Then he put a weird device to my head.

"You're body temperature is stable. I wonder if you'd ever get a fever... Your body is truly interesting.", He murmured.

"I suppose...", I sighed.

"You will stay with me from now on. Do you have to eat or drink?", He asked.

"I don't, but this body does. I need human food, water, air and sleep to keep this form.",

"What would happen if you didn't?"

"This form would collapse and I'd be forced into my true form, a form made out of pure energy.", I answered.

"Can you show me what it looks like?", He wanted to know.

"My mummy said nobody should see it. Not even I know what it looks like.",

Stanford grabbed a book and wrote something down.

"Why?", He asked.

"Mortal brains would explode.", I shrugged.

"How old are you?", Stanford changed the topic.

I counted in my head. "About 15 human decades or something like that. Us demons age different.", I said and ran my fingers over my chest.

"But you're a special one, aren't you? Less powerful and kind. Other demons would've strangled me by now and tried to run. You're just sitting there,  telling me all about you willingly, while you don't know a thing about me, except for the fact that I was willing to hurt you for information. I would've thought you're really really stupid, but you don't seem stupid. Just...kind and scared.", He smiled softly.

I told him: "My brother says I'm way to kind. That I'm weak and stuff. But I'm not weak! I just haven't learned to be strong yet."