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

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We didn't get a chance to blunder around looking for an entrance. The lookout must have heard us speak and shouted for backup. In moments, top of the palisade was manned with protruding tubes.

"Whoah," I raised my hands – more in a placating gesture than surrender. Before I was done, I was yanked behind impenetrable shoulders. That didn't stop my mouth from working, "We're just... travellers. Our car broke down some ways away. We mean you no harm."

The men and a woman chittered amongst themselves and try hard as I might I caught not a crumb of their dialogue. Then they shouted louder at us and I was completely sure.

"Shit. I don't even know what language that is." I've heard some weird ones from people who came in with armed convoys, but vocabulary I picked up there would hardly fit this tense standoff, even if the bits were mutually familiar.

"I do and this gives me an idea where we are at last," monster hummed and went on to chitter back at the locals. Sharply. The tone would have made me slam the door in our faces. I elbowed him.

"The fuck you're saying, threats won't get us out of this atrocious weather," I whisper-shouted. It was also dark already and I hated the absolute blackness of the nature. I put up, aided by determination and anger, but never really got over the snaps of a twig in the night. I wanted to be indoors.

"It would, but I repeated what you've said. Then they asked for details."

I did notice a couple of guns lower. "Alright... but can you not sound so damn angry? Two severely underdressed dudes strolling out of the blue at nightfall and asking for shelter is extremely damn suspicious. They'll think we're a scouting party," all the while I was curled in into my spectacular bathrobe and pretended to be freezing. Most of it was unease, but that emotion was also very fitting for the situation.

I was also sure our getup did not inspire a lot of confidence – a leather-clad rock star and flamboyant boytoy land on your doorstep. What do you do?

"Nothing we do will prevent them from assuming so," monster casually commented while lifting hair off his face. With hands.

"What are you doing now?"

"They want to check for brands."

"That's practised even in the ass crack end of the universe?" Truly, our legal system made leaps and bounds since locking people up in a cages for years. Unwanted miscreants were now simply labelled and kicked out. I wasn't sure which fate was worse. Eviction almost always spelled death. And the few vagabonds crafty enough to evade monsters? Only obvious nobody wanted to deal with that.

Flashlight skimmed across the backyard and demon's eyes reflected light. There and gone, but definitely enough for a neurotic mind to get ideas. Great, now they'll think we're a couple of sneaky demons.

"Soo, how often does your kind take up imitation and try to slither into places?"

"Depends on the kind," he shrugged the question off. "You would know better."

Would I? I've grown up on stories about devil walking among us, but I disregarded those completely. That used to have nothing to do with me. Hell was way out there beyond the city walls and I had no time to worry about it whilst struggling in the purgatory on the daily basis. There must have been humanoid intruders for the military men had no hesitation confining me.

"As though I'm asking for myself, dumbass. Darken your eyes, they're way too bright a shade to be human."

The people were deliberating on the fortification. I was sure I could have gotten us in yesterday had I known how to speak this tongue. Worst case scenario that would have involved a little work with my hands with the tall dark and handsome over there, who I presumed to be the leader. Damn, might still need to do some work for a cosy corner to sleep in and some clothes. An elder lady was arguing vehemently, dare I say, in our favour?