Red is a powerful soul with the power go possess other beings. A lot of demons want to have Red's power for themselves.
Among those demons is a demon named Sarian. He's after Red's power and almost succeeded until a came along and stole it.
Cassia...
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I would bleed out if you told me you like the color red.
Cassian's pov:
If he ever suggests killing himself again I don't even know how to feel about it. When he did and picked up a knife to do it it felt like Deja vu from when Gehazi killed him.
I couldn't stand it, everything came out in me and I wanted to hold him and not let go yet another part was like let him. It's conflicting how I do care but do not care at the same time because one situation turns me on but actual death terrifies me.
I want to push him to the edge but not actually have him dead.
A week has passed and I am still struggling with Italian. This was a huge step I was taking and it gets harder every day I try to understand it, I even start to lose interest but then remember that I can ask for anything once I learn Italian.
"Sarian...come stai? (how are you?)" I teased to see his reaction when he walked into my bedroom where I was still trying to figure out this Italian language.
"Vai a farti fottere (Go fuck yourself)." He said with a polite smile.
"I tried, believe me I have." Who hasn't or am I just weird? For some reason, my dick isn't long enough to do it. Well not to reach where I want it to.
"If I don't eat now I'm going to throw up. Porto trolo (Fucking hell)!"
"Porto trolo...porto trolo. (Fucking hell...fucking hell.)" I checked my book. "Fucking hell, Why would you want to fuck hell?"
He sighed. "Not literally." He grabbed his phone and lay on the bed with a dramatic sigh. "If we stay in this house any longer I swear I'm going to kill you," he looked at me with a smile. "Or myself."
"Lo scherzo non è divertente (The joke is not funny)." I gave a sarcastic smile before throwing the book back on the bed.
He shrugged. "It's my life I can do whatever I want with it."
"Funny you think it's your life." I turned my body towards him. "Il tuo corpo e la tua anima sono miei (Your body and soul are mine)." I raised an eyebrow. "Non lascerai questo posto (You're not leaving this place) until I kill your uncle."
"Eccoci di nuovo con questa merda (Here we go with this shit again)!" He yelled, sitting up. "Your possessive revenge shit is getting annoying. He's my uncle and although he's not the best, he wouldn't hurt me."
"Voglio portarti da qualche parte (I want to take you somewhere)." I took his hand and within a second we were out in the wild. Looking at it firstly it had no sign of a dangerous war that went down in this place right here. "Qui (here)." I moved my hand. "This is the place where everything went down."
He nodded. "Why am I here?"
I moved my hand and moved back to a time I would rather not rewatch happen. The darkest time of my life if I may say. I was once a quiet person who never searched for any problems until I innocently fell in love.
