Request for CarlyCourrege6
~I decided to do a overblot Vil to spice it up if the requester doesn't like it I'll write a different Vil chapter :)~
Noxious tendrils of ink fills the air around me, beneath each billow of pitch-black mist is the scent of rotting apples; and I can feel the smoke pervading deeper and deeper into my lungs, leaving me dizzy and weak. "You look like you're about to pass out, how cute," Vil's distorted voice rings out, each syllable pulsating with the throb of pain through my body, "come, my doll, before you're buried alive in decay, take my hand." The man extends his arm out to me, the sharp golden claws attached to his gloved hands glow. I hesitate before reaching my hand up to his, giving him leverage to pull me out of the pile of destroyed stone I was trapped under. Vil grabs my hand in a vice-like grip, the claws digging into my skin and drawing blood. He pulls me close to his chest as more tendrils of ink slither around me in wriggling masses.
"Good girl," He coos sweetly into my ear, his breath hot on my neck, "you're doing so well, my beautiful little doll..." His praise feels bittersweet and his tight grip feels suffocating. I struggle in his grasp, trying to push him away so I can find my friends. "I n-need to find the others.." Even as I thrash in his arms, his hold on me never lets up, and the ropes of thick black ink binding me to him only tighten. "No, no, no, that just won't do," he murmurs in my ear, his distorted voice darkening menacingly, "you're mine, my pretty little doll, and I won't ever let you go back to them ever again." Loud coughs escape my lips as the poisonous mist surrounds me, the mind numbing effect making my head feel fuzzy. "Vil- You need to stop, you're going to kill them if you keep going!" I cry out with the very little strength I have left as my eyes desperately flicker around the destroyed coliseum, trying to find a glimpse of my friends.
At the mention of the other students, something dark and primal flashes in Vil's eyes, and his hand clamps over my mouth, muffling my desperate protests. The tendrils of ink around my body squeeze impossibly tight as he brings his lips to my ear. "Shh, shh, don't worry, my love, there's no need to worry about them...let them suffocate in the rot and decay, everyone that's seen me in that unflattering state deserves to die, everyone that dares to look at you deserves to die. The world deserves to burn." I manage to push his hand off my mouth and I cough as the mist fills my lungs. "Put me...down..!" I weakly thrust my fists against his chest in a last ditch effort to make him let me go. Tears stream down my face as the pained cries of my friends ring through the humid air, the sound filling my ears. "No," he reiterates firmly, clutching me to his chest so tight I can feel his heart beating against my face, "they're nothing. They're useless, pitiful little pawns, they don't matter." His eyes gleam hungrily as he runs the new golden claw attached to his gloves along my jawline, drawing a thin line of crimson blood.
"You're mine, doll, my good little girl." His words make me boil with rage, the intense emotion making my eyes narrow in an aggressive glare. "I'm not your doll, I'm not your pet, and you can't talk about my friends like that!" Vil's expression contorts in anger as he registers my words and tone, his own glare hardening. "Yes, you are," he snaps back, "you're mine, my possession, and I'll do anything for you to stay mine!" He moves his hand from my face, pinning both of my wrists in a tight hold. "And your 'friends'.." he practically spits with disgust, "they're nothing. You only need me, you belong to me!"
"Please....you can do whatever you want with me, just don't hurt them, let them go...please.." I cough violently and beg him, my voice coming out in rough fragments. Vil's expression softens for a moment as he registers my pleading, his lips thinning into a frown. He studies me intently, looking deeply into my eyes before moving his cold hand to caress my face, the ink making me shiver. "My little prefect," he whispers, "why do you care so much about such...worthless vermin?" I look up at him, frustrated tears filling my eyes.
"They aren't worthless..! They're your friends too!" He continues to calmly trace his fingers along my jawline, his expression twisted in an intimidating anger that I have more concern for them than him. "They're nothing," he repeats firmly, "but you...you're different, You're mine, and I don't want you to care about anyone or anything else." He smiles and picks out the specs of debris in my hair. "What about Rook and Epel?! You love them- they're your friends!" Something dark and feral flashes in his eyes and he grips my hair in a vice-like hold. "Don't. Mention. Them." His voice is low, dangerous, and he forces me to meet his gaze. "They don't matter now," he says coldly, "not when I have you."
"So you're just going to let them die...?!" I yell weakly, sobbing into his chest. He hands move from my hair to my chin as he tilts my face back up to meet his, his grip on me never loosening. "They're worthless," he repeats with deadly calmness, something almost unhinged in his distorted voice, "they mean nothing to me, only you my love, my perfect, beautiful doll. He pushes my face into his chest, wrapping an arm around me to keep me from struggling.
"You're all I need...it's just us, no one else. Just let it happen, just let them suffocate. Do you even think they would forgive you for this? For everything? This is all your fault, Darling." Strong waves of guilt rip through my body from his words and all I can do is cry into Vil's chest, the man gently running his fingers through my knotted hair, morbidly soothing the the anxiety and guilt coursing through my veins. "Shh, shh, Doll, shh...look at me, look at me, focus on my voice," As I shakily lift my head, he smiles softly, placing a cold kiss against my forehead, "that's it, good girl."
"Just let me take over."
