Something Stupid (Like I love you) [Geto Suguru x Male Reader]

|𝙸 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕|

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|𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍'𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.|
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Tw: touching on religious themes, probably more violence, that's all, enjoy.
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Blue burning flames.

The heat emerging from them being so promising yet so fierce as they consume everything in its path, not caring what they destroy and take.

The one responsible for this disaster?

The [h/c] god. His piercing gaze being more powerful than the flame itself, judging the sin that was incarnated in their bodies, one that would soon be rid of.

One particular believer, tho scared of their very awaited fate, couldn't help but be fascinated with the blue flames. People screaming, begging, crying, resisting, of what could only be described as the pure flame.

It was said that a savour would soon be born into the Akira clan. One that would lead its devoured followers into a great abbis on the other side. The great beyond they had all been waiting for was just a small distance away.

In the eyes of some of these people, only adoration and pure bliss as they quite literally awaited their death like labs to the slaughter. This only further fueled [Y/N]s' anger. How could they so pathetically throw their life's away?

That didn't matter anymore as the burnt corpses only seemed to pile up. The moon was soon no longer the only source of light as it fought desperately with the flames as they illuminated the poor town, one that was full of life, one that would soon be rid of it all.

The place looked like the very image of hell itself. Burnt bodies, agonizing screams, and in the middle of it, a tall figure stood, body being untouchable as anyone who dared to get near it would combust into blue flames in a matter of time. The wind helping even more in the rampage as it quickened the spread of the rapid fire. If many were lucky enough to not catch up in flames their luck would soon run out with the harsh smoke that clouded the sky, soon filling their lungs.

To the [e/c] male, he was not doing it for the people, not for the stupid prophecy, this didn't matter to him, it was all useless, killing off the entire clan meant nothing if it wouldn't bring back his mother. The one person who cared for him, not because of what he was born as but what he could've been.

She always told him that it didn't matter that he was 'blessed' with this, even tho he thought of it as a curse. It didn't matter because she assured him that he could escape from this, he could build his life outside of this. Yet fate always found a way to bring him back.

The world was burning in his eyes and yet he couldn't feel any sympathy. He knew many had nothing to do. They didn't kill her with their own hands, no. But their beliefs did. He had to walk this path and watch those who love him die because they believed that he was their savior.

So even if he was following in their 'prophesy', he would make sure the process was full of agony and pain. The fire first took the vulnerable, the less fortunate, the weak, it did this to spiral others into grief as they watched their loved ones disappear right before their eyes.

No flesh was left untouched. No blood was wasted. No soul was left damaged. Not even the smaller ones were safe. Many parents ran away, or at least tried, with their offsprings. Many hide them, threw them, tried their very best to dispose of them. But whenever they were close to success in hiding away their child, their faces dropped when their arms soon caught flames as well as the child in their arms.

And while it was true that nothing was left untouched by the hand of the scorching flames, there was a small little girl, no older than 5, that caught the [h/c]s attention.