After watching the recording, the demon on the throne tossed the orb back to Sasha.
"Was that all? How... boring." He said with a sinister smile.
Sasha just shrugged, and turned around, waltzing right out of the room. The doors closed behind her with a muffled thud.
Now the only light in the room came from a few, small torches, and some lava that flowed under the floor.
The hellhound stood up, and jumped down from the pedestal on which the throne sat.
Walking forwards a few steps, he pulled out another magic orb. He hit PLAY.
A beautiful demoness, a cobalt half-breed, stood in an empty corridor.
She stood there, uncertain. Until a handsome demon, a red standard, walked into the room.
She turned, and gasped upon seeing him. "W-why are you here, Laurance? Shouldn't you be at school?"
The demon boy just shrugged, and replied, "Shouldn't I ask you that? So, whatcha doing here, Sis?"
The demoness looked down at the floor, as if she had lost something-like her words.
Laurance calmly walked over to his sister, putting his claw on her shoulder. "Okay, spill. What's the matter?"
The demoness continued to stare at the tiled floor.
Laurance, in order to fill the silence, began to speak. "Look, I don't see any reason for you to be sad. We've got a pretty good life at this point. We live in the fortress, we serve the royal bloodline, we go to school... I don't see any problems."
The demoness lifted her claws and stared at them before she spoke. "Laurance, it just... something about this setup... something just doesn't feel right. Why us? Why not some respected demon? Why were we chosen to be the caretakers of the royal bloodline?"
She sat down, staring at her trembling claws, which still bore the marks left behind from the chains she used to wear. Laurance, in an effort to comfort him sister, sat down next to her, putting his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.
"I know what you're saying, Sis, it's just... I don't understand why you'd worry about something like that. I mean, I worry about it, a little, but I don't think into it too much, ya'know? I just do as I'm told, and focus on the now."
The demoness turned and locked eyes with Laurance. "How can you say that? Don't you ever think about it?" She asked.
Laurance held his sister, soothing her. "Well, sometimes, when there's nothing for me to do, I think about it. But the truth is, I don't want to think about it. Which is why I try to find other things to think about."
The two siblings held each other, silently hoping for good things in the future.
The memory over, the orb stopped glowing.
The hellhound, whose face was now visible in the light, sat down on the floor, his tail limp.
A red standard. Just like the demon from the memory.
Laurance.
The name sounded like a curse, an insult.
Laurance.
The demon who drove his own sister away.
Laurance.
The hellhound who had ripped his wings off in angst.
Laurance.
The demon who would rather cry instead of kill.
Laurance.
The lost, broken soul who was barely managing to stay in control.
Laurance.
His face in his claws, Laurance tried vainly to block it out. But he couldn't.
His conscience, which was his sister's voice, kept calling out to him.
He tried to ignore it and push on, but he kept hearing it.
That song.
That song he hated so much, the song playing in his head, sung with his lost sister's voice.
Breathing hard, Laurance slowly stood back up, but his vision was blurred. His senses were dulled.
When the song finished, Laurance fell to the floor, curling into a ball. Shaking, he cried out in anger.
"What do you think I've been trying to do all this time?! I can't reset the timeline, not until... not until I find it."
Laurance stood up again, his strength suddenly returned to him. He clenched his claws, balling them into fists, and looked down towards the floor, his eyes hidden in shadow.
Slowly, in a dramatic way, Laurance returned to the throne. Activating a lever disguised as a torch (because that's totally not cliche), he stepped into the opening that was revealed as the throne slid to the side.
Once Laurance was through, the throne moved back into place.
Laurance looked around. He was in his private lab, where several research papers and beakers and experiments were scattered about.
Making a beeline towards a particular shelf, Laurance reached and grabbed an old, cracked pendant.
Clutching the pendant up against his chest for a moment, Laurance silently wished he was somedemon else.
"I don't wanna be the bad guy." He whispered.
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Bloody Dawn - MCD AU [REWRITE PENDING]
FanfictionNOTICE: Bloody Dawn is getting a rewrite. I'm finding myself increasingly dissatisfied by various issues and story elements in this story, so I'm planning a rewrite. Some things will not change much, other things will be overhauled/removed entirely...