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

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"What, I grow a set of horns and you immediately think I want to be attached at the hip to some asshole? I'm just thinking. Mainly how to feed you to our cousin Blob here. He's not really conscious. Also there should be others, but I've not had time to look," hissing, clicking speech rushed out. He seemed agitated. Eating raw meat does that to people.

I gulped and felt disgusted all over. What could have happened there, to all of them? "Did he do that?"

Diabolical spider rubbed what could have been his face and sighed heavily. "No," he said and displayed an inherited silence. I could tell there were million thoughts swirling inside the distorted body from the twitches and overall nervous energy. I could probably guess most of them. Former human uttered eventually, "Look, it wasn't all bad... It was great for an oblivious while. But I can't do this."

The unspoken reservations hung heavy in the acrid air. I felt like there was a lot I should know, but our reluctant ally was buying us this much time with its puny, humongous life.

"So. Poison. What's the plan then, o remorseful assassin?" malformation spoke up again, dismissing the previous all too abrupt recollection as if thinking the same.

There's barely been a plan and it came to conclusion the moment I reached Snail's mouth. This now was merely a wild improvisation with stakes that involved death of continent-altering critters and several lifetimes of enslavement. I cleared my throat, "No plan. Once I injure myself, the blood will off-gas into something toxic."

"That's flimsiest scheme I've ever heard of. Worse than the time we..."

"Hid at the store to wait for the nightfall, yeah yeah. I know. But that's how military got him before."

"And you think same will work twice? The thing's made out of pure brainpower! I'm not even breathing! And definitely not the lumps on the wall!" his calm façade revealed cracks and hysteria shone through. I couldn't blame the guy - I had exact same misgivings.

Regardless, assurances flowed from my lips simply because there was no other path to take, "It's not the same gas. And it seeps in through the skin too."

Many-jointed monstrosity sagged with visible relief. We both harboured doubts, but also highest of hopes. "Let's try it," he uttered.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, completely disgusted with myself as I scraped my forearms onto the sharp rocks to bleed. I was glad it hurt, for if it hadn't I might have just bashed my head in. This felt all kinds of wrong. He did not deserve this.

"Please. You're doing us a favour," pale malformation gripped my wrist with bare-boned fingers and firmly pulled me after him, closer to the heap of chewed up mince. "Let's speed this up. Smear here. I need to find the others."

Others. Were they not even given a body? Did they exist as a splotch on the wall? Righteous anger pumped my blood out quicker.

I nodded and watched my monstrous self absently rub palm which just touched my poison. He slunk away, making minor noise to navigate. Upon deciding on a particular spot, plunged several of his other hands into gelatinous formation. Bizarre cave meat gave off light here and there and obscure illumination made the shapes even worse than they truly were. The only thing I really recognised was the snarky speech.

I could not fathom what could have driven me to take either of those forms. Was it voluntary? Was it really? I would never do that to myself. Therefore, was it really me?

I scoffed at the gall of mine, remembering my own modifications to which I wholeheartedly agreed to for the sake of a drop of success. Neither of us was that cheap orphan from the streets anymore. Nobody was waiting for us to return. Nothing beyond this mattered.