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

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"What was wrong?" he insistently asked again.

"Don't treat her like that," I demanded in a firmer tone. That wasn't what he asked, but it was the most pressing wrongness.

He considered and countered, "I'm yet to see you address each of your fingers before utilising them."

I brushed his perfectly sound argument away, "She's a person, not some flesh puppet! Don't treat us like dirt to be stepped upon."

He gave it a couple of seconds more, which probably translated into a much deeper consideration than necessary in that alien brain. Instead of arguing, monster just provided, "She was going to run."

"Smart chick," I sighed tiredly and sagged down onto an unmade bed. Whoever left this place was going to be back momentarily - months ago. There were glasses on top of an open book. Cup of evaporated something. Shook my head free of the insignificant issues.

Running from a place you've no recollection going to was a right choice. Citrine must think we've drugged her.

"I can't fix her if you don't talk to me."

I looked up into a contemptuous stare. Didn't hold it against the alien life-form. It wasn't his fault but that's precisely why I'd rather he didn't have a face to make all those unbefitting expressions. Sighed again, "She... appears fine. What can you even do if that's all you've scraped off off your intestines?"

"Rearrange cause and effect recollections. Create stimuli. Adjust chemical reactions."

"Yea... Tha... That's beyond me. I didn't know her that well in first place. She's a combative one. Maybe if we get others and they hear what's happened..." I blanked out for a moment imagining such an orderly event, "they can help sort each other out." Yeah, that plan needs some touch-up.

"How many do you plan on hosting here?" monster inquired like a diligent secretary. No judgement or reservations. And yet, that question struck more fear into my veins. It was a good question. One I hadn't even begun considering. Three? Ten? Twenty? And what then?

I started gnawing on a nail. Truly, what's next? I'd hate to ask monster to put them back into his jail pocket. Marching an entire band of hookers and thieving children who've never been outdoors through the monster infested wilderness, in winter? How do I even begin to explain materialisation of this ragtag party to the mountain townies?

"I have to see him," I muttered, blind to all the obstructions.

"I'm searching," monster replied as if knowing exactly who I've meant. He probably did.

"Do you... think it's a good idea to be doing this all, here?" As opposed to where? Our hometown, which is by now hostile plot of rubble with no food or warmth, overran by beasts or frequented by violently inquisitive military men? And getting there would probably take too fucking long. It was too important to dillydally. I needed to put this ordeal behind me.

"You don't need to worry about that. This settlement is too insignificant to even hope to interfere."

Well, we can't all be mighty sea polliwogs! Instead of biting back I clarified, "So you do think it's a bad idea, but nothing a mass murder wouldn't solve."

"It won't be a problem if they don't make it one," monster stated simply. After I stared for too long and too hard, still expecting a nonchalant shrug, he figured he had to elaborate, "This place is mine now. They'd do well not to contend that."

I ended up shrugging, content to leave otherworldly overlord to take care of the little details. It wasn't a bad feeling to not be the one in danger of getting trampled for once. For some reason, I just couldn't muster up any fear towards this perilous existence, regardless of everything he'd done.