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

16 O 5

I was just another failed attempt. The sea creature is probably going to kill me and restart again, I realised. A win? For me, at least. Perhaps next iteration would never even know he's been eaten, stuck within a flawless dream indefinitely. But the visions this monster has shown were flawed and I was sure it wouldn't last either. In all likelihood the next incarnation would be materialised outside, just have an invisible leash and wouldn't even know he's a mouth. For a time.

Is the me who's been eaten by something else better off? Yeah, unlikely. At least this overgrown meatloaf will extinguish that existence, if it still persists.

"It does," growling assured me, regardless of me trying to keep to myself. Problem with the ceaseless stream of uncontrollable thought, I couldn't merely vegetate. The head still worked, no matter how much I clawed at it. I'd need to go deeper for that to be effective. Luckily I now had mean claws.

He'll eat him and there will be two of us stuck here. And there already are others. How will this entire menagerie work exactly?

"I've no desire to consume you. Just imagine a two of you whining right into my ear," the captor hissed suggesting amusement. I wasn't amused.

"Who's whining now?" I bit back out loud whilst thinking how all this mutual inconvenience could have been easily avoided.

"If at all possible, I'll restore your other existence."

"And if not, I'm plan B?"

"You're a way to know what will work interacting with you then."

"So, I'm..."

A nothing. At all. I knew, but this was still a kick in the balls.

"You're me. You'll always be part of me."

"Stop talking to me! Stop listening!" I screamed, plunging my suddenly dulling claws through my eyeholes and no further. "Go away," I told it and even brighter idea popped in, "Just kill me already."

"I'd just have to start anew," monster said cruelly. "Bear with me little longer, until I know what I need to do."

The wait probably wasn't as long as it had felt. Fighting against my own thoughts, the conversations they provoked, the body I could no longer control just felt that way.

Finally, even I could tell something has changed. Monster began accelerating as if close to the finish line. Million toothy branches unfolded. Unwittingly, I must have wondered. Sensory information flooded my all too narrow mind. A wall floated up ahead, so wide that even the brainy demon could not observe it in its entirety. Not really a wall, maybe more of a net – for some sound returned and other just sank right past and went off right into the infinity. All I could tell there was a lot of little threads. I could not guess if there was any actual body or if this was it.

I heard, smelled, felt, knew it. There was even input from first brush with the closest stems. They had untold amounts of little grabby fingers and even eyes. I suddenly knew its name. That specific scent which shared all too much with the one I inhabited. Stalwart defender tried to communicate, but the words were beyond me. Vengeful demon no intention to listen, ripping up the gently prodding tentacles and adding them to the overall mass. Deepwater terror would pry out whatever answer necessary from the much smaller foe's cold dead fingers.

The net began gracefully embracing clumsy, lumbering mammoth which wasted no time tearing into lithe form. I felt brain's network extend further with each passing second as though the other body was being converted and absorbed.

When encasing was complete, seemingly surrendered foe retaliated at last. The long stems pierced unrelenting attacker everywhere all at once. There were a lot of needle strikes. I even heard motion with my own two horns.