𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ❞

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The stranger was a heartstopper.

Benett was completely taken aback by the stranger for the first twenty minutes, and when he'd finally come back to his senses and absorbed the fact that a strange-looking boy had just crashed on his bed out of nowhere in the middle of the night, his first thought had been how breathtaking the person looked.

He was fixated upon Benett- he had big doe eyes which were staring into Benett's with a curious rage. Though being scared wasn't a new emotion for Benett, the terror he felt right now was more overwhelming than anything else he'd felt before. It was enthrallingly horrific; his senses worked in overdrive and his mind was close to crashing. He tried to find his voice back, and this time, instead of creaming, he tried talking.

"What are you?" It came out to be very unexpected - all that left his mouth was a strangled, whisper, but the other person seemed to catch it, and promptly replied, "A Devil Spade, and you are?"

Benett had heard of Spades, but only in the context of cards. He'd rarely managed to tell the symbols apart from each other and had given up on the game at an early age. He was utterly confused, and decided to exert his presence as an unknowing fool and asked, "What's that?" By now the stranger had gotten rather accustomed to the homely comfort of Benett's house, or so did it seem. He got off the bed, leaned against the table, looked around, and said, "I am a safeguarder of hell. You've never heard about a Spade?" Benett shook his head.

The person sighed, and asked, "Who're you?" Benett pulled the duvet over his body and replied, his voice muffled, "I'm the person who's dreaming of you. It's all a dream. It'll be gone when I wake up." In a "fight or flight" situation, Benett easily chose his favorite option - the flight. He chose to diminish the Devil Spade's existence to nothing more than a piece of horrifically marvelous fiction that his mind had sketched out in a subconscious state.

The Spade decided to stroll around the house while the human was up with his antiques. He looked around and found several things which were similar to the furniture in the palace in Hell, except that every single thing in this human's house had an awfully bright pastel color to it. The ebony sofa was similar to the one in his own house, except that the color of the cushion was beautiful ash black, unlike the painful shade of peach and blue in the boy's house. He reminisced about his time in Hell and thought about Saiy who was just going to tell him why he was so overwhelmingly happy. He wondered what his fellow mate would do now; the Spade knew of no way to communicate with those of his world. He had, after all, never needed to do anything more than just fly his way to the others, and his accustomation to Hell had easily lazied him.

His body suddenly ached; he had crashed down from an entirely different place, and it seemed that the human world had returned him the mortality of his blood, bones, and flesh. The pain was foreign to him, and he couldn't understand what was happening to him. Hurriedly, he went to the human's room and shook him. The duvet fell off, and the sitting boy raised his eyes to meet the Spade.

They froze for a moment, the closeness between them dragging an awkwardness into the air. The Spade pursed his lips and grabbed the collar of the shirt of the boy on the bed. He asked, demandingly, "What did you do?" He looked up, confused. The Spade decided to expound on his words, wanting an answer urgently. "I asked, what did you do? How did you summon me? What were you doing seconds before I landed?!" Bennett pushed the Spade away, and crouched back, stuttering, "I was just singing, that's all." "And what were you singing?" "An old song my mum taught me!"

The Devil's Spade theorized what must've happened, and when he did, he gasped and fell back, crashing down on the floor with his back against the closet. His breathing fastened, and he muttered to himself, "This can't have happened. It's impossible. How in the world-?" Bennett, overcoming his fear, got off the bed and went to him, and asked, "Hey - what is it? You okay?"

"I just got stripped of my immortality and my powers and my position and was thrown under the service of a dumb, stupid kid who has no idea about the existence of hell and no sense of color, and you expect me to be OKAY?!" He spat out, getting angrier by the moment. The stranger was literally turning red, with his black orbs flashing a shade of dark crimson. Bennett didn't even know how to feel about this - this was way too much for him to understand.

He broke down the man's sentence into parts and slowly deciphered them, all the while feeling utterly depressed and dull, for the person had just demeaned him without even caring to know what kind of a person he actually was. Though he was under a lot of pressure, it didn't give him the right to bad-mouth Bennett who was trying desperately to help him, regardless of his motives of wanting to kick the Spade out of his house.

The man had once been immortal and powerful. He'd been in a position in Hell (Bennett hadn't known of hell other than his life), and the man was now under his service. Under Bennett's service. He felt rather confused - he hadn't performed any occultist rituals to summon the Spade. He hadn't even known a single prayer or chant to summon anything, maybe except for trouble. He was overwhelmed due to this rare situation, and couldn't hold it any longer. He sat down on a chair close to the study desk and buried his face into his palms, and cried pitiably.

The Spade noticed this and got up. He had seen several people cry out due to the torture he'd inflicted upon them, but never had he seen a boy as beautiful cry out when he was in no threat of physical harm. He slowly extended his palm to touch the boy's hand. Bennett raised his head, and the man dared to touch his hand.

With a shout, he recoiled, blowing into his palm, and Bennett immediately knelt beside him. He took his hand in his own's, and looked at his hand - it was red, blistering slightly. He looked into the Spade's eyes and saw him almost tearing up. They fixated upon each other and sat down there, for a few moments, before Bennett got up and went to the kitchen. 

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