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

18 R 2

"How bad was the damage to you?" I asked after a while of uncomfortable crunching underfoot.

"No lethal injuries."

"But injuries nonetheless?" I pressed for details.

"My being has been fractured," monster revealed without a care.

"Uhh... that sounds pretty lethal," I commented taken aback.

"Just some parts of me gaining separate awareness."

"Uh. That... That's really bad."

"Worried?" he asked with slight smile. It was stunning, the mere notion of it on the unfeeling outlandish fiend. "Part of it is self-inflicted. I overextended, and Sensorial sliced a lot of connections apart. I need to find what is me and what shouldn't be. It will be fine."

Several parts of such creature vying for control seemed very far from fine, but maybe some other bit of him would just plunge a tentacle straight through my eye?

Would be a pity to lose Mr Reasonable here, I had to admit. He seemed nicer than before. Perhaps people of the olden days were onto something with that rehabilitative brain damage.

"And how is your memory?" I narrowed down my inquiry. After all, the plan was to erase the stolen parts of me and I was extremely curious if it succeeded.

"I know you're important," he stated and left a lot of room for speculation.

"So... you don't even know why you're doing all this?" Shit. So I'm fuming here and spiting fire and this incarnation of the dunce genuinely doesn't even have an inkling what the hell for.

"I've pieced some of the information back together, but I am hoping you would fill in the gaps."

"Hah, yea and I guess I can help out with... a several weeks. How's the rest?"

"Inconsequential."

"Riight."

He left my misgivings live their own lonesome life yet again. Watching flakes melt on the red feathers I wondered how much of what he'd said was conversation filler and what was the truth. What if he was just being cautious and didn't recall much at all?

"Well. There was that time I escaped enslavement and you showed up to tell me that was far from over. Then they got me again, and you were being a creeper whilst we meaningless humans were abused whole night again... I kept waiting for you to join in and frankly was surprised that you hadn't bothered to stop the fire or at least warn them."

"You didn't need my help."

"But you did that anyway. Help," I spat out bitterly. "Nobody asked or wanted that."

"I did. I wanted to keep witnessing you punching well above your weight category. I suspected you'd find ways to get back at me for it." Monster with human face attempted to smile but it came out weird again.

"Suure you did. Anyway. Then you've dragged me back to your worshippers, killing several monsters en route and a bunch of soldiers upon arrival. Oh and also disfigured one cultist to death right after that."

"Latter was made to last. If he's dead that's on him."

Charming. I must have scrunched up my nose, because red eyes took notice and no-longer-horned monster went on, "Do you want me to raise that child?"

Was he mocking or... oh lord, he was serious. Child? It was, wasn't it? It fit the rough definition. That meat-surfing nightmare on two legs. Nauseating existence, blessed with parts of sacrilegious god. Creation of mind governed by impenetrable logic. I really wasn't ready to discuss anything related to monster genealogy.