{ Mashle x Male Reader }
❝𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: further into the story will imply experimenting on a child, abuse, torture and further topics that may be sensitive to readers.❞
" 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄. 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐀 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑹...
(A/n; this chapter focuses on Y/n's backstory. This scene you'll be currently seeing is inspired by Arcane, where Jinx and Ekko are playing fight as kids. Just a bit more different. If you haven't watched Arcane, then imagine whatever.)
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"I'm gonna win!" A little boy shouts playfully, pointing a stick towards his older brother. He fixed his worn-out helmet, and his grin widened.
Azazel laughs, pointing his stick at his little brother, "As if I'd let you." They charge at each other, playfully hitting their sticks together as if they were swords. Y/n, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, pulls away and dodges his brother's attack, and instead, he thrusts his hand forward so the tip of his stick touches his brother's chest,
"See! I caught you!" He snickers. "Shucks, you cheated!"
"No, I didn't!" Azazel tackled Y/n to the ground, and they pretended to fight, Y/n pushing his brother's face away while Azazel tickled him. "I'm telling Mom!" Y/n laughs heartily.
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"Azazel?" Y/n looks towards the doorway, seeing his older brother standing there. His wrist and legs were restrained to a metal surface. "Azazel, please help me." He uttered weakly.
"Father is...He's hurting me-"
"I know." Azazel interrupts coldly.
"It hurts." Y/n begins to tear up. The familiar pain is slowly coming back. "Azazel, please! They're gonna come back!"
His older brother could only watch, before turning to leave.
"Azazel!"
"Don't leave me!"
"Please..."
"Please- please don't go..."
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"Mother, why do you always pay attention to Y/n?" Azazel asked, standing in the doorway of his parent's bedroom and watching as his mother put her lipstick on.
"Why are you asking?" She replied, her voice firm and cold, it wasn't how she talked to Y/n. She only speaks in that tone to Azazel.
"You guys love him more than me?" He asked.
"He's special. His magic is. And we're helping me to get stronger. It's for the best."
"You're hurting him."
"Sometimes it does hurt for him. But it's best for him. He needs to be strong."
"What about me?" Azazel clenched his fist. "What does he have that I don't?" He felt a pang of jealousy and hatred. "I have two marks as well-"
"You're different." She interrupts. "Your father can see the future, and he told me that your little brother will be more successful than you will ever be. You're just not on his level."
Bullshit.
Bullshit!
They favour him more than me! Why? WHY?!
I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him!
I will kill him.
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"Azazel, do you promise to protect me?"
"O̶f̶ c̶o̶u̶r̶s̶e̶!"
Brat.
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Azazel stood in front of the burning mansion. He tilts his head, and the fire from his hand vanishes. He killed them...His parents. Everyone in the mansion.
It felt good for some reason.
He needs to find him.
Y/n.
He's next.
(A/n; y'all better watch out cuz his ass is coming for y'all 😭🙏💀)
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