THIRD PERSON'S POV
*SWISH*
“What's that sound?” Demon’s voice cut through the crackling line, curiosity piqued by the sudden noise.
“An axe stuck in the wall,” Viper replied, his tone as calm as ever, even as he glanced toward the heavy weapon embedded in the stone beside him. “Someone thought it was a good idea to throw it at me.”
Demon chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in her voice. “It must hurt to get hit by that.”
Viper smirked to himself, knowing she’d find some twisted enjoyment in the thought. Meanwhile, Demon was perched on a high tree branch, her gaze wandering lazily over the horizon as she watched Venom rummage through a makeshift bag, searching for new clothes.
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*
The gunfire echoed through the phone, mingling with the sharp clang of metal weapons clashing, a symphony of violence playing out on the other end of the line. Demon closed her eyes, the chaotic sounds strangely soothing to her. They were like a lullaby, pulling her into a state of drowsiness as the carnage unfolded miles away.
“How envious,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, savoring the comfort of destruction as she drifted closer to sleep.
Their conversation turned sweet once again, the words soft and intimate, a contrast to the violence raging around Viper. But there was a darkness beneath it, a shared understanding of the world they lived in.
“I’ll hang up now,” Viper said quietly as he spotted the fourth wave of enemies charging toward him.
“Hm,” Demon responded, the sound trailing off as sleep began to claim her. She didn’t notice when the call ended; her consciousness was already slipping away.
As Viper disconnected the call, the warmth and tenderness he had shown only moments before vanished. His expression darkened, and a palpable black aura seemed to emanate from him. The gentle sweetness he had shared with Demon was gone, replaced by a cold, unrelenting fury.
“I hope she watches this,” Viper muttered to himself, his eyes narrowing as he moved to the center of the battlefield where his enemies were rapidly approaching.
Without hesitation, He charged forward, his scythe cutting through the air with lethal precision. He was a force of nature, moving with brutal efficiency, each strike fueled by a deep-seated rage. The ground beneath him turned crimson as he carved through his foes, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake.
The once-quiet market was now a battleground, the silence shattered by the screams of the dying and the relentless assault of Viper’s scythe. But even in the midst of the slaughter, his thoughts remained tethered to the woman on the other end of the line—the one who had fallen asleep to the sound of gunfire, completely unbothered by the chaos.
Back in the forest, Venom finally found what he was looking for, holding up a fresh set of clothes. He glanced up at Demon, now sleeping peacefully on the branch, oblivious to the horrors Viper was unleashing. He sighed, knowing full well that when she woke up, there would be hell to pay.
The tension in the air was thick, charged with the knowledge that the sweetness between Demon and Viper was a façade. They were both playing a dangerous game, one that could only end in bloodshed.
And as Venom watched over Demon, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something catastrophic was on the horizon, something even more deadly than the enemies Viper was currently decimating.
