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

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Climbing over heaps of powdered ice wasn't remotely fun, even if snowplough man bravely thread ahead of me. Bathrobe and slippers really wasn't the choice clothing for this misadventure, as heated as they were. My naked shins felt cut up and ready to blister.

And I was so short of breath. It's like I've never walked before. Granted, the terrain wasn't the even pavement I was so used to, but this was bordering ridiculous.

Why were we trudging through this nightmare scape again? Right, demon wanted to go sightseeing. Fuck that guy. I dove into a fresh snowdrift, mostly on purpose, and it was so soft for about five seconds. Then my face started hurting.

"Fine. Carry me," I said to the looming shadow. He'd offered the first time I lost the ability to find breathable air, but I couldn't stand him close. All reservations have since burnt away. What was the point of that again? I forgot.

He scooped me up and I relaxed into the embrace without meaning to. This felt... so restful. Not at all like an embrace of despotic mass-murderer.

"What business have you got with them land wrinkles anyway? Seen something bigger and took it personally? Are you going to flatten the audacious assholes?" I swatted my palm downwards. I'll blame that on the lack of oxygen. My conscious mind was shutting down and the tongue was his own person.

Monster kept quiet so long I thought we were mercifully going to pretend it didn't happen. "Your world is small," he murmured as though in passing.

Implications of that weren't comforting, in grand scheme of things. "So yours is bigger, is that what you're saying?"

"Much," he spoke solemnly as though completely missing the pun. Of course he would, this goddamn dickless alien.

"So you already know mountains are smaller and aren't taking offence, what the heck for are we going there again?"

"I'm told people enjoy the view."

This asshole did just want to sightsee. "You dragging me through snow to feel small and insignificant because you've developed hedonistic traits after getting hit over the head a little? Oh, I guess you wouldn't understand, you're clearly going there to have an ego boost since the damn mountain range is so puny."

"You're not interested?"

"Hm. Let me think. All my friends are dead. I physically couldn't care less about aesthetics." I was essentially kidnapped, I had no obligation to be an enthusiastic travel companion.

"Where would you like to go?"

First instinct was to say some ways underground, but I really rather not play games with potentially very literal demon.

"I'm so sick of outdoors," I muttered my honest thoughts. It was warm and almost cosy in my monstrous carriage, but piddling ice on my face was growing to be a nuisance. I was tired of sleeping on the leaves, and I looked forward to getting comfortable on the snow even less.

Monster breathed in as if in surprise and took a sharp turn into another nondescript direction. That startled me and I masked it with venom, "What? Caught a whiff of other orphans you could bully?" Please, let that be the case.

He inhaled again. "Possibly," monster's nonchalance gave me a chill. Red eyes cast a glance at my expression and explained, "I smell a town that way."

I smelled the oncoming pneumonia. There was nothing ahead that my eyes could see either. "I hope it's closer than the damn mountains," I voiced my reservations, but was thrilled nevertheless. Then I remembered my company. "Are you gonna eat them?"