Mad God's Love [Dark, enemies-to-lovers BL]

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"If you've been coming and going since the dawn of time, how come we got overrun only now?"

"Isn't it obvious?" monster drawled out.

"No?"

"You did this to yourselves. I don't know how. But now there is a hole between worlds and everyone else poured through."

"Alright. I suppose it was obvious." I agreed for it did make awful lot of sense. If it wasn't one thing, would have been another. At least this way we got to experience new tourist destinations. And perhaps even immortality, which I suspected a lot of people would line up for.

Monster's calm ticking changed into a hum, like if he was a human he'd have more to say. Partial imitation of the gesture, I suppose. "Spit it out," I urged.

"No fiery disputes?"

"I live to surprise," I shrugged with full length of my arms, but didn't really feel like playing the part of flamboyant ballerina. Flattering that the demon thought I could launch a reasonable debate against him, though.

Rubbed my icy fingers together. The talk was taking my mind off the unwanted things, but not the screaming discomfort. Walking would get my blood moving, but we were probably headed to the church town. I didn't want to get anywhere, see anyone. Including this lumbering oaf, but that was inescapable at this time.

What would be the chances of successfully ripping that skin coat of his off again? Worked out fine when I was barely coherent.

... Assault was never my thing. And to begin with, monster was unbelievably cooperative. I sauntered closer, leaned in to touch the chest and put my best seductive tone to use, "Say, what's underneath?"

There was a seam, and hints of neckline. It was definitely removable. The blanket flap had been somehow detached too.

Monster wasn't charmed or even flustered. Was not replying either. Okay, so it was a bit conceited of me to think I could temp a demon into sin of one kind or another. Nonetheless, disappointing.

"Organs," his body murmured eventually. Well, duh.

"No, I mean... under the cloak?"

There was another massive pause, but I learned to give this alien doofus a minute to mull things over. Seriously, what was so complicated here? Was he being shy? Oh my.

"Do you want to see?" monster asked quietly again and I jumped for joy.

"Yes!"

And then something unexpected happened.

"Oh," I've said, stepping away. We've been talking about entirely different things. And turns out the lengthy deliberation was well placed.

There indeed were organs, although I could not quite place them. I turned my head sideways but it didn't make any further sense from that angle either. It was like scattered puzzle, hastily stuffed back into the box and some of it possibly missing.

A bit of the mass sloshed and dribbled out on the grass. A series of cracks made me raise the eyes again. The fleshy mass twisted and crunched again. It was frankly disgusting and my own stomach started following that same flailing dance. But I could not look away.

"Did you taste so rank that something chewed on you a little and spat back out?" I could not help but wonder at the gory sight. When in panic, talk a lot to cover that up.

Couple more crunches and the insides were all gone... somewhere. Certainly nowhere in the gut cavity, nor the stomach – for he didn't have one at all. It was just empty.