Aria of the Devil Soul

One Repeating Nightmare

Everything... hurts...

It's like... being in that room again... and being treated like a criminal...

Why did it happen? Why did they feel like hurting them? What did they do to make people so angry?

He got everything... every hurt from them... the punches... the kicks... the stabs... the bad words... especially the bad words...

The swears and the slurs... the men called him... them... many bad things. It was not just directed toward his Japanese traits. It was also... really weird... why did they call him demon? Or abomination? Or even walking danger to the humankind?

Why did they say so many bad things about his lovers? About his spouses and consorts? Why did they keep saying he brainwashes everyone? Including his dear and lovely soul partner? Why attacking his dear beloved?

Why all this hatred? Why did they want to hurt him... no... to kill him... them?

He didn't understand... and the body was a mess. Everything... just hurt...

Another stab wound, on the left side, making him grind the teeth. He didn't want to please them by crying or screaming. He didn't want to lose face... not wanting to appear weak. Not being able to reach any of his soul partner was already scary enough.

The eyes darted the four men around him, the skinniest and richest seeming to be the leader. They were almost nothing on the windowless room they brought him in but some chairs and one desk. Everything they use to hurt the body was on it.

"Now tell me, demon." Again, calling him demon like it was a bad thing. Did they really think all demons were bad beings? "What kind of misdeeds were you ready to do?"

He spit out some blood, having bitten the tongue a bit too hard, before speaking. "Nothing. Except if you consider dotting my lovers as a bad behaviour. Do you?" A hard slap on an already hurting cheek. The legs almost gave up, making him almost hurt the wrists trapped into shackles hanging by the ceiling.

"Stop mocking me!" The main aggressor seemed to be also the most stupid one. "I know your kind, demon! You're never up to good!"

"Are you calling an incubus? Saying I seduce people to bring them into lust?" He was openly mocking. "Don't you know anything about me? My name? And what did I do? What kind of 'demon' I am?" Another punch of the face and a kick on his stomach.

"If you don't want to speak, I know what can make you." The guy turned around to grab something inside a drawer. It was a...

Panic began rising in him... not again... not a syringe... so many bad memories flood just by seeing it. He had to escape!

The syringe brutally pierced the neck skin, making him scream for the first time since he got here. His scream must have surprised the other men since all of them were startled when hearing it. But he didn't care at all, the legs giving up because of what was inside of the damn thing. It hurts the wrists, like he knew it would do.

Multiple punch again, cutting his breathing multiple times. Those time, he couldn't contain his scream and cry of pain.

It... hurts... so much... he couldn't manage it... anymore...

He knew... he promised to not use that kind of... ability... abilities from the other side... but... but he had no choice anymore...

He had to do it... or the three of them would die... for he didn't know what reason... and he didn't want to the cause of two other deaths... and so much grieving from the dear ones... so... no choice... he had to do it...

The fear inside his tormentors' eyes... notknowing what he would do when he reached out to his power... he didn't know whatto think of it... but he had priority... like not dying...