Madness: DxD

Contract: Bonding

Lately there's been too much noise upstairs. Gunfire and blood I can deal with. That's normal. Expected. But this constant static in my head? That's a whole other battlefield. Mental health. That's what they call it. Funny. Sounds like some kind of luxury, like health insurance or a good night's sleep.

Out here, it's more about survival. Keep moving, keep fighting, don't stop long enough to let the thoughts catch up. But when the smoke clears and the trigger finger's finally still, I can feel it creeping in. I don't sleep much. When I do, it's not rest, it's reruns of the worst parts of my life. But I'm still breathing. Still pushing forward. Maybe that's enough for now.

Tonight was a hassle. I ran left and right trying to find some small time drug dealer that might lead me to his supplier. In the end he talked, and then he died. Along with his so called business associates. Now I just want some coffee. Luckily there's a coffee shop nearby. I sat at a table and took a much deserved sip of it.

Y/N: AAAGGHHH... AAAAARRRGGHH

Woah there. You don't look so good.

Y/N: (loud breathing) You don't say...

I mean it. Your skin is turning white and there's black veins appearing all over your body. Not to mention that loud breathing.

Annoying: Hey man, you alright? You look hella weird dude.

Y/N: (loud breathing) Get... lost...

Annoying: You sure you don't need me calling an ambulance? Because this ain't normal.

Y/N: (loud breathing) Don't make me force you moron.

Annoying: Jesus man, I was only trying to help. I'll leave you alone freak.

Is it just me or are you more violent than usual?

Y/N: (loud breathing) I need... damned... potions.

Those damned potions are the reason you're in such a state. Just relax.

Y/N: (loud breathing) No. I need to kill... those morons... from AALN...

Hey, let's talk for a bit.

Y/N: (loud breathing) Don't waste... time...

Look, I need your help.

Y/N: (loud breathing) You're a... bitch... withholding... information...

How'd you figure that out?

Y/N: (deep breath) You mentioned that fucking cunt who's leading the AALN is a "she". Means you know who she is. Means you're lying to me.

I just made an educated guess. Weren't most eldritch gods female? Besides, how could I know? I share your brain remember?

What kind of help do you need exactly? Because as a mere ghost inside my mind there's absolutely nothing you could possibly want. Right?

There is one thing.

Name it before I lose interest, and you lose a finger.

I'll tell you once you deal with AALN. If you deal with them without getting yourself killed which believe me is very unrealistic.

Then I won't deal with them. I'll just slaughter every last moron that is affiliated with them. Including the eldritch god.

Listen to me, that's a bad idea. (sigh) Let's put this discussion on hold until the effects of your seizures are gone. In the meantime let's talk about us.

Us? Are you being serious?

Very. You have been ignoring me lately haven't you. Why?

Because you're wasting my time, and your advice is as useful as a bulletproof vest made of paper.