Living Hell (Ianthony)

A Shade Darker

~Anthony's POV~
I currently stood in my father's throne room yelling my lungs out. Being pissed was an understatement at the moment.
"We can't just let those angels corrupt him! I have to get him back!"
My father sighed. "Patience my son. I-"
I felt anger blossom through my nerves. "No. All I have ever done is be patient! Waiting every second of everyday to do a meaningless task for you, waiting for freedom from this rundown pit that is my life! Ian is the most important thing that has ever happened to me and I'm not going to let him slip through my fingers! Now, get off your sorry ass, AND FUCKING HELP ME GET MY MATE BACK!"
My father was speechless after my rant, which was a first for him. He cautiously took in a breath, making sure I wouldn't explode again. When the carbon dioxide left his lungs he looked at me, understanding and a bit of pride in his eyes. "Okay." He said after a while. "My son, he's your mate, what do we do?"
I leaned on a nearby table and sighed. "Well-"
I pulled my hand off the table in pain. My father had left spilt Corruption Dust on the table. I fell to the ground trying not to scream out.
"Anthony!" My father ran to my side as I felt the dust reach my heart.
No.
Ian was to be ours and only ours. Then he's taken by some good-for-nothing angels! He belongs to us. We will get him back, no matter the death count.
No! I won't let you take control, you monster!
Look who's talking, Pretty Boy. You know you want him to be by your side. Let me take control, and he will marry you as soon as you snap your fingers.
But, you might hurt him! It's what happened last time!
Yes. And last time I made him our mate!
You're not wrong...
Of course not you idiot! Think- Ian already belongs to us, what more do we have to do? We will let no one even glance at him without loosing something!
I like where this is going....
I knew you would... He already thinks of you as royalty! Once we get him back......
He'll worship me like a king!
Exactly! So, we have a deal?
Like it's even a question?

Ian shall be mine.

I felt a low chuckle leave my throat. "Anthony?"
I smiled and looked up. My blood red eyes gleamed with malice. "Oh Father." I said darkly. "We are going to do what we do best. We are going to turn my little angel a shade darker."
My father helped me to my feet. "That's my boy!"

~Ian's POV~
Ugh! I can't get out of this stupid place! I let the hem of my black and white shirt fall out of my fingers as I stand up.
I kept walking until I found David in the original room where he brought me. "Ian," David sighed. "I'm so glad you're okay."
"Thanks David."
David sighed. "Listen Ian, its about-"
He was cut short by a deep rumbling coming from the doorway. I stepped back slightly as the sound became louder. The porcelain walls groaned under the weight of whatever was pushing against it. The rumbling and groaning became drowned out as a loud laugh made its presence known.
"Ian." A voice sing-songed. "I'm back. And this time, you won't get away."
The rumbling became loud again but it was somehow softer. I then realized, sand. They were trying to get in with sand. The walls began to seep dark sand from the cracks the pressure was making. Finally, the wall gave in. The sight my eyes laid upon was something not even my nightmares could conjure up.
The King of Demons stood in a wave of Corruption Sand, his black and red attire gleaming and swirling with the souls of the dead. His eyes were swimming in hate and anxiousness?
David recovered from his state of shock first. "What do you want Demon King?!" He summoned a pure white cross on a chain in his left hand.
Lucifer spoke with a voice that was completely different than the one from earlier. "Oh, the King doesn't want anything more than to watch."
"W-watch what?" I asked, trembling.
The king smiled in my direction. "To watch the show the Prince puts on for me."
Lucifer then stepped aside to reveal the Prince of the Underworld. Anthony stood with his head turned slightly away from me, his crimson eyes shining. His attire was the darkest I've seen Anthony wear, with his black suit looked as if the it was made of Corruption Sand. The tie seemed as it was made from blood of Anthony's many feeding victims. With Anthony's wings outstretched and his crown of thorns on his head, he looked more beautiful and evil as ever. Taking a closer look, I could now see that the King wasn't controlling the Corruption Sand, Anthony was. The ground up rocks were swirling around Anthony's feet and hands, awaiting commands from its master. Anthony then looked at me, his eyes showing confusion and anger.
"Oh Ian," he said with the cold voice I heard from the other side of the now broken wall. "What have they done to you?! My angel, they've corrupted you!"
"If anyone is being corruptive its you, demon!" David shouts.
Anthony rolls his eyes. "Oh please, stop. Your insufferable presence is annoying." Anthony then flicks his wrist and David flies against a wall away from me.
"A-anthony. What's happened to you?" I asked, now gaining a voice.
"Ian, I'm disappointed, you don't remember," Anthony then flashes over and strokes his hand across my cheek. "me?"
I then realize who is speaking, the same voice that made me submissive as hell.
"N-no. It can't be you." I said, my hand creeping up my neck to my Mark.
The demon then smiles. "You do remember! I missed you greatly, my love!"
"You're somehow different than last time, stronger,"
"Oh, yes. Well, I had some help with that." I then recognized the original Anthony's voice seep in.
"Anthony! What's going on?!"
He smiled. "We've come to an agreement. We both want the same thing, so we're going to have it." I give him a confused look. "We want you." Both voices combined again as his arm wrapped around my waist.
"D-demon be expelled." I hear David mutter.
The demon and Anthony give a short, deep laugh. "I don't think so, he was mine first, and he's going to stay that way."
His arm retreats from me as he calls the Corruption Sand to his aid. The sand wraps around his hand, forming a glove shape. He smiles one last time before he flicks his wrist towards me. A still as the sand circles around my neck before it tightens slightly around the skin.
"What's this?!" I asked, panicking.
"Oh hush." The evil Prince says. "It's just a collar. It will make sure you never get taken from me again."
I scowl. "So I'm your pet now?"
Anthony and the demon turn toward David, but looks over his shoulder slightly. "No." They state. "I won't love or fuck pets. This just makes sure you never leave me again. Although, the Roleplay could be interesting." I stiffen as a chain forms at the collar and lengthens until it reaches Anthony's hand.
"N-no, M-" I cut myself off before I say master.
"We'll see if you can be rewarded after you prove yourself not to be corrupted and only be loyal to me."
I feel tears roll down my cheeks, anger rising with it. "What happened to you Anthony?! You used to be so sweet! What has this monster done to you?!?!"
"Ian." Anthony's voice is normal for a short time. "No matter what you think I am, you're wrong. I've always been this way, I've always been rotten to the core. Now excuse me, I have to kill this son of a bitch who took you from me."
I sink to my knees, my heart broken from Anthony's statement. The kind man I fell in love with is dead, killed by the Evil Prince who now owns me.

A/N: Ta-da! Hey look! I'm not dead!!!! Wait-
Nope I'm good! Anyways, Chapter 8 is COMPLETE! Yes! Perfect Symmetry!!! (10 awesome points if you get the reference)
Did you like Dark!Anthony? I liked writing him, so tell me whatcha think!!!!
Another note, I would very much appreciate if someone would edit a badass cover for this story! I would dedicate a chapter (or more) to you! If you have one DM me the pic and I'll tell you what I think!
Till then, I'll see you in the next chapter my young padawans!!! ~Gamer