St. Cucurocho's {Skephalo/4halo AU} COMPLETE (mess)

It Happened Again

Note: sometimes I don't write translations to the other languages because I know some people have fun translating for themselves. For example, there's some Latin at the end of this chapter. I'm sorry if it's not fun to you, but someone usually puts the answers in the comments so look there if you don't want to translate it yourself. :)

Also, bit of a short chapter...and a wild one.

TW// Mentions of death/suicide

Bad stumbled back home at nearly 2 in the morning. He found Skeppy and Pomme asleep curled up on the couch together. There was a movie playing in the background that Bad quickly turned off. He pulled a decorative blanket over Pomme and kissed Skeppy on the cheek. It wasn't an act of love, more of just trying to act normal and human. Then he headed down the hall. He pressed his ear to Dapper's door, satisfied to hear Dapper snoring. Then, Bad went to bed.

After nightmares of screaming and blood, Bad got up after only 2 hours of being in bed. He met Skeppy in the hall on his way to the bathroom.

"Bad, where were you?" Skeppy looked worried rather than angry. He looked over Bad's body and noticed the bandage around his hand. "Are you hurt?"

"Oh, yeah. It looks worse than it is. Just a little knife accident." Bad shrugged.

Skeppy moved closer and cupped his face. "Your eyes are bloodshot, are you okay? Have you been crying?"

"What haven't I been doing?" Bad said sarcastically and kissed Skeppy on the tip of the nose. "Are the kids okay?"

"Yeah?" Skeppy nodded. "What were you up to tonight?" Skeppy grabbed his arm. "You don't look okay...really, babe."

Bad's hair was knotted and frizzy. His eyes were dark and his skin looked sickly. Like he had either seen a ghost or became one. "I had a nightmare..."

"That's not it." Skeppy sighed and pulled Bad into their bedroom. He turned the lights on and had a better look. "You don't look fine at all, what have you been doing? I don't even want to fight, I just want to know..."

"I think I killed him..." Bad shrugged and sat on the bed.

Skeppy's eyes watered instantly, he rubbed at his face. He processed it like an old problem. Rather than a shocking new twist. "Jesus Christ– what the hell happened this time?"

"A ritual...he was doing a ritual. We didn't think anything happened but...something happened to me." Bad stared at the wall with empty eyes. "I felt weird after letting my blood drip into the pentagram, but I thought it was just nerves."

Skeppy swallowed hard and shook his head. "Bad, why? Why again? Why did you let the darkness win?" He broke and slid down the wall until he was on the floor. "F-first your parents, then Mariana–"

"I did not kill Mariana. I had nothing to do with that." Bad claimed aggressively.

"F-fine." Skeppy wrapped his arms around himself for safety. "Is Forever dead? What happened?"

"He went to get the first aid hit..." Bad sounded Hallow. He wasn't feeling any of his mortal emotions how he should. There was something supernatural sleeping inside him "that's when I started feeling it...this electricity inside of me. I freaked out, and he came running to comfort me. I shoved him away, with strength a person shouldn't have...he bashed his head against the corner of a cabinet..."

Skeppy squeezed his eyes shut and cleared his throat. Instead of continuing to chew Bad out for letting dark matter enter his life again, he let it go for the sake of his kids. "Well, you better clean it up. And don't let the kids know."

"I won't." Bad shrugged. "I already staged a suicide."

"So, you know he's dead?" Skeppy felt a shock in his chest, he was sure he was having a heart attack for a second."

"Well he wasn't quite...until he found himself falling out of a second story window."

Skeppy chewed on his lip and tried to breathe through this. "You're not my husband."

Bad furrowed his brows. "What?"

"You're not my husband. You're a demon, leave my husband alone!" Skeppy screamed, certain he had woken the kids. He covered his mouth.

For just a second Bad's eyes glowed pure white as the energy surged through his body. "Virum tuum. Corpus meum."