Black Blood (Creepypasta X Reader)

If only... interlude

The young girl quivered in her cell. She was young, and by far confused. She had been brought to he castle in the dead of night, by who? She didn't know. He was a large shadow really. It scared her, but it was kinder than the people she had been taken away from. They, well let's just say she was glad to be gone.

It was as she pondered her thoughts, that the shadow returned. The girl looked up, seeing him, and shivered. Her eyes met the glowing red orbs she considered to be his, as they were usually fixated on her.

The shadows swirled and solidified into the shape of a man. He wore a black suit and his eyes were glowing red. His skin was the colour of burning embers. His smile was large but still considered a calm smile. He looked down at her with a face of pure love.

She smiled back up at him, her h/c hair falling back from her face, showing her s/c skin. Her large e/c eyes were dried of tears as he opened the cell, helping her up.

With a hand on her back, and one holding her arm, she walked with him back to his room. He felt despicable for leaving her in a cell,and made sure she could have his room. She was important and he wanted her to be okay.

As they walked past the other cells, a girl cried out. She was older, by a few years. About thirteen. Five years older than the girl he guided now. Her brown hair was matted and her eyes glew. The purple on swirled in a fury of anger. Her second form was beginning to how, and her hatred too.

"How dare you? Leave her be!" She screamed, her voice scratchy. The little girl looked behind her, suddenly frightened.

The man only smiled down at her and pushed her forward. If only she knew...

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Zalgo hugged his mate warmly. She squirmed in his arms but have up soon after.

He smiled contentedly and put his cold hand on her warm, pale cheek. Her eyes stared back up at his, the love returning to them. He smiled again. She gave into the hug, her head resting into the crook of his neck.

Her breath on his cold skin made him shiver, and he loved it. He loved her, no matter what she thought. The reason she hated him was because of what he intended to do with their child, once she was ready to conceive one. But she was still too young.

He loved her with all of his immortal soul. Though it was impure, that changed nothing. That is why he chose her. He saw what she was capable of, her beauty, and the way she could change the mood of everyone in a second. She was always calming him down when he was angry.

But, he treated her horribly sometimes. She was often left in a cell, hungry. But he didn't have a choice at times. He was often gone, and he wanted her to stay.

Her cell did have a bed and light in it. It was far more furnished than the others, but he understood her need for freedom.

He smiled down at her now sleeping form, carrying her to his bed. He laid her body on it, wrapping her in warm blankets.

"I love you, Aniyah."

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Aniyah laughed as she put the pillow down. She wasn't expecting one to be flying at her head. Zalgo laughed cheerfully and picked up another.

To say he enjoyed this would be an understatement.

Aniyah laughed as she threw more. He ducked and said, "Ha! You missed." Aniyah laughed again, throwing more, hitting him on target.

"You just got jinxed!" She yelled playfully. He smirked, throwing more now.

As he jumped over the bed, he grabbed her. They tumbled to the floor, her beneath him. They were laughing happily. To think that she could do this to the King of the Underworld, was odd...

Zalgo leaned down, his dark lips brushing over her pale pink ones.

The kiss was gentle and loving. It was convincing her of things she didn't want to think of. The thought he loved her, and that she loved him.

Zalgo wrapped her in a warm hug, not breaking from the kiss. He sat up, her in his lap.

He loved her.

If only she knew...

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The girl ran to he home, her baby in her arms. The girl cried, her eyes flashing to their original green colour.

She knocked on the door.

A woman opened it several moments later. Her eyes were green as well, but faded.

She looked down at the teen, worried. Aniyah looked up and smiled softly, showing the baby girl in her arms.

"I need some help. I'm going to be gone a very long time. And I want you to take her. I love her dearly, but with me she would be in so much danger. Would you raise her as your own? She needs not know of me. You look alike, and I believe that she would not think twice of it." Tho woman nodded, tears falling from the sincerity of the girl.

"What's her name?" The girl thought a moment.

If only she knew that the uncle of the child would be horrible. That she would die painfully. That the mother would never know.

Aniyah smiled up at her, handing her the child. As she went to walk away, she looked back at her.

"Her name is Sally. Sally suits her. Take care of her, will you?"