~Demonstuck~ {On Hiatus}

Captured

...He just couldn't.

The feather slipped off Dave's gun onto the chest of John, who had his face contorted In utter fear. Dave let out a long groan, pressing his palm against his eye, running a hand through his locks as he'd take in a hiss of breath. He couldn't, and he'd done this twice now. Twice he was unable to kill the demon again.

He'd pull out his sheathed Katana, slicing the net off of the demon, roughly cutting through the ropes until he was free. John would immediately writhe out, gasping for breath. Slowly, his gaze would meet Dave's. The crouching creature would rise to his feet, his eyes rounded in fear.

"T-Thanks, I.." He'd start, trailing off. He'd set his gaze back on the other, inhaling before he'd offer his hand with a sweet happy smile. "I'm John. John Egbert"

Dave felt like combusting then and there. His previous lover had forgotten him, and with this sickening reminded he was finding it hard not to break out in a heartbroken rage. He couldn't help but admire his smile, which resulted in a sickening knot in his stomach, reminding him he was the reason they were no longer together. "Yeah.. You too. You know my name, I guess" He'd respond, blinking at him analytically. Of course he could not see this, for shades intercepted that action. He'd meet his hand with his own, shaking the smaller boy's hand. He noticed his nails were curled into talon-like claws, which were a dulled, worn down black, more of a grey. They'd softly press against his wrist, threatening to penetrate, though John would never do such a thing.

John's spirits would seemingly perk up at that, a warm chuckle escaping him.

For a moment, it'd seem as if there was nothing else in the world. Dave would forget about his ever growing pain, the twisting in his stomach whenever he saw or thought about John. John would forget the panic attacks he'd experience, the anxiety which clawed at his throat and drowned him in a pit of his own worries.

Everything, for a few numbingly blissful, was perfect and peaceful.

And then it changed, as it always did.

Crashing through the canopies would come a wounded Jake, an arrow lodged in a main muscle that created his wing. His frame would whack against branches, snapping and crackling them underneath his weight before he'd collapse on a heap of twigs, a low groan coming from his as leaves would rustle and land beside him.

"Jake?!" John would call, his pointed ears twitching as he glanced over at the male who had interrupted their moment. His blue eyes would shrink as he'd dart over, his feet kicking up dust as he thundered across the land towards his comrade. A whistling would slice the atmosphere, and more specifically, John's back. An arrow would fly, slicing and thumping into his torso. A shrill scream would escape him as the blade sliced sensitive nerves which pulsed into John's wings, the feathered creature tumbling and landing in a heap next to his comrade, his injured wings slumped, twitching dully as red stained the sooty feathers. He'd sob, his wings weakly ruffling, twitching uncontrollably as blood spurted out of his back. "J-Jake?" He'd question, casting a glance towards his friend.

Jake, however, was on the brink of blacking out. "It'll be alright, chap" He'd reassure in his English laced vocals, which were currently weak and scratchy. "I won't let them hurt you" He'd add on, forest green eyes meeting baby blue.

Dirk would emerge from the thicket, a look of murderous intent captivated in his eyes. "What the hell, Dave? How did Blue eyes get out?" He'd hiss, locking his gaze onto his brother. Dave's breathing would hitch as his frame would tense, a hand running through his blonde locks.

"John" He'd grunt.

"What?"

"You know his bloody name, Dirk. Call him it" He'd hiss, casting a glance at his brother. He'd turn his head back towards his ex, his eyes drowned in sorrowful blue. Dave couldn't do anything but play along now; after all, he was a demon. It could all be an act. He'd go over, out stretching his arms in an attempt to pick the demon up. John would let out a screech of fear as he'd pitifully writhe, trying to escape and wriggle away.

Daves act of kindness would falter into seriousness. He wasn't going to come the easy way? Fine. He gave him a chance. He'd roughly grasp his collar, yanking him to his feet. A yelp would elect from John's vocals, and Dave's stomach would twist in pain. He hadn't meant to hurt him, but he couldn't go soft in front of his bro. He'd prefer to avoid a strife at all costs.

He'd motion for Dirk to come over and hand him some items, John writhing and screeching. Dave would tighten his grip on his collar so the fabric was strangling him, causing his cries to cut short. With sorrow filled eyes Dave would apply some handcuffs dripping in holy water, because Dirk was being an ass and decided to throw some at him.

Eventually due to pain and exhaustion he'd slump in defeat onto his knees, his wings weakly twitching as he stared blankly at the ground. His eyes were stinging in tears, blood still freely flowing down his sooty hued feathers as he collapsed forward on his chest, a puff of breath slipping past his lips as he allowed his heavy eyelids to shut.

Jake, furious, would let out streams of curses, staggering to his feet. The arrow in his wings had not pierced as many veins as John, though horrendous pain still coursed through his body, Jakes vision blurred, he'd let out a hiss, his fangs curving and growing as he forced bloodlust upon himself. He hoped that causing his hyperactive state would allow him to preform better despite the pain and banging in his head. He'd outstretch his scaled wings, blindly charging toward Dave as he managed to pin him.

Dave, prepared, would press his blade flatly against the creatures' throat as he snapped towards his neck, the blonde pressing his head back against the terrain to avoid his teeth which were grazing his skin, beads of thick blood decorating his freckled skin. Dirk would quickly be on the scene, splashing holy water on the creatures back. He'd howl in agony and instinctively roll off, Jake lowly moaning in pain as he closed his eyes. His fangs would retreat and he'd slump, allowing them to tie him up alongside his cousin and student.

Dave would feverishly graze his fingertips along his throat, retreating as the beads stained his pale fingers a patchy red. Good thing they didn't get a good grip on him, he thought. He'd stand to his feet, casting Dirk a glance at the older Strider would momentarily retreat to retrieve a van, of which would make the transporting of he demonic creatures quick and efficient. It'd give them some time to set up the dungeons they'd force the two into. With Demons in their possession, they'd be able to finally see the anatomy of the creatures, see what makes them tick, where they draw their magic from. If they could harness the Demonic power for themselves, they'd finally have a real battle.

With Malicious intent, the pair would drive the van out of the area, on the way back to their secluded home

I'm so sorry for not updating! Holidays and all that. I hope everyone had a nice holiday! ^^ I'll try to update more frequently, but for now here's a small something I whipped up c: Thankyou for reading!