~Demonstuck~ {On Hiatus}

thinkofaname

When he woke up, all he could smell was the lingering damp scent of death and decay clouding the air. He gave a soft wheeze, body rippling with a cough. The action irritated his back, and an inhumane screech of pain ripped it's way from his throat. He opened his eyes, blearily trying to make out objects amongst the darkness. There was nothing here, no people, nothing in the cell at all.

His name was Jake English, and he was pretty sure he was good as dead.

He groaned lowly, feeling a dull aching in his wrists, and with a gentle few tugs he found them chained to the wall, the cold metal scraping and pressing against blisters. A quick glance at the drying up stains confirmed they'd most likely been coated in holy water, which had caused the red marks. "Blasted things" he muttered bitterly, eyes narrowed as he grumbled and looked away.

A low breathy moan of pain escaped him, head tilting back to press against the wall, eyes closing as he tried to push aside pain and collect coherence. He didn't have much time though, because as soon as he'd calmed down a soft clicking could be heard. He looked up, gaze blurry as he saw the silhouette of a man.

Blonde hair neatly drawn back , though it was slightly dishevelled, spiking up even more than he guessed it was supposed to. A black top hung off his frame, which the demon had noted was extremely muscled, and a black pair of triangular shades perched on his nose. In his hand was a knife, and in the other was a clear glass bottle, filled with what he could only imagine to be holy water. He curled his lips in distaste, eyes narrowed as he looked up at him.

"Strider" He greeted, voice dripping in false joy and sarcasm, evergreen eyes locked on him as the lankly figure strolled in, flicking on a light switch which made his eyes water in protest. The soft amber light flickered a few times before it gave off a soft content buzz, faltering occasionally.

"Apologies for the light. Nobody's used this room for a while" He hummed, sitting down cross legged a few feet off from him, a comfortable distance from the creature.

Jake didn't respond, merely watching him with narrowed eyes. He knew why they wanted him here, and it was not good. For the Strider boys sought revenge for something Jake had caused, and they wouldn't stop until justice had been received. He wasn't proud- of course he wasn't proud of what he'd done, but there was no turning back now for the brunette. It was a one way trip on a spiral downwards, especially now they had him hostage.

They became demon hunters to kill him, and now they had him chained up in their basement, John god knows where, and he was unarmed. Great.

The figure cleared his throat, seemingly irritated with a lack of a response. He narrowed his eyes down at him in distaste, foot tapping softly against the concrete below him.

"You know, more than often when somebody talks to you, it's nice to reply" He hummed back, accent hindering his words slightly as he huffed, rolling his eyes as he slipped the small bottle from the floor into his hand. He unscrewed the cap and placed it back down, just as a subtle threat it seemed, currently not attacking the brunette.

Jake scoffed and rolled his eyes,  avoiding his gaze, refusing to talk as he dragged his knees up to his chest, unable to fold his arms over but the action was enough to show he wasn't going to talk anytime soon.

Dirk huffed and looked aside, finger absent-mindedly rubbing around the rim of the bottle's lip in and almost silent gesture of a threat. The two stayed in this stalemate of silence for a while until eventually the brunette piqued up.

"Where's my cousin?" He questioned in a flat tone, exhaustion seeping in. He was tired and he was not about to go out of his way to please a certain blonde, arms finally slumping as his back hit the wall. The action sparked irritation in his wings, which were sprawled in defeat behind him, his eyes closing. He could feel sleep coaxing him, bags hanging underneath his eyes.

"John's with Dave. Now, If you could just stay awake for more than five minutes, I have some questions I'd like to ask you" The blonde hummed softly, picking up the bottle once more. It was then he realised his fault in noticing the amount of blood pooled around the creature, and the pale pigment in his face.

"Jake. Jake, stay with me" was what echoed around the creatures head. A soft sigh pushed It's way out of his nose, head rolled back to press against the wall. His wings ceased twitching and his dulled green eyes closed. Just five minutes of rest instead, he'd reassure himself, body turning limp as he felt himself slip away into oblivion.

It wasn't five minutes.

I'm sorry I've been rubbish at updating! I promise I'll try to be more persistent, and I'm sorry for leaving it on such a cliff-hanger. I'll try to update soon. c: <33