King of the world

Chapter Thirteen

Dark POV

"I was the demon that possessed a human in order to set the rest of the demons on this world," And just after I had admitted to that, the main thing I've been horrified to tell her for these past few weeks, she passed out in my arms. At first, I was petrified that perhaps what I had informed her was simply too much for her fragile brain. Then I noticed, the grey on her neck, we beginning to creep up her face, like a drop of ink on white parchment.

I wrapped her tightly back into my locked embrace, keeping her securely pressed into my chest... She's so light... I really don't feed her enough...

At high speeds, I flew us both back to the palace and through the balcony, leading into her room. I gently lay her back onto her mattress, pinching the corners of her duvet and resting it on her body... Now even her face's skin is a delicate grey...

"What are you doing here?" a recognizable irish voice demands. PewDIE and Anti have just come in through the doors, but Anti was storming over, clearly pissed. PewDIE uses magic to have all the candles turn on in unison.

"Came to check on her,"

"Oh, do you want an analysis!" his eyes were shining green and some smoke was beginning to pulse from his body. "Now that her soul has been taken, it takes her hours to fall asleep because she's in constant pain! She doesn't stop sweating, her skin-" he looks down at the human's disheveled body, "has now COMPLETELY turned grey, and then you waltz in here after she finally manages to fall asleep, pretending you actually have the ability to care!"

"I do care!" I snap back,

"THEN GIVE HER HER SOUL BACK!" he demands,

"NO!" I howl, and a gust of wind hurls out my body causing each flickering candle to be blown out, "Don't you see? This is the only way she'll stay! You care about her, so you obviously want that too!"

Anti's brow crease upwards, his stone cold expression melting into a grieving frown, "I do want that," he replied, miserably, "but at what cost? You're not keeping (Y/n)... you're killing her,"

There was a silence in which both Anti and I were prepared to kill one another, but the despairing empathy we could understand each other with, overpowered the numbing feeling.

"Did she pass out or fall asleep?" PewDIE inquires, off topic,

"Passed out..." I straighten my back, acting as though that spat never took place.

"Then I'm going to need you both to wait outside..." There was something mournful about his aura, despite his inability to act out any form of emotions. It caused panic to pang inside of me, like I'd been strapped up to an electric fence, the pulse enough to make my stomach plummet but not enough to kill me.

Anti and I both exchanged an anxious look before reluctantly leaving the room. We both sat on the ground outside the double doors, swaying back and forth slightly, to suppress the inner torment.

"Look..." Anti began saying, avoiding my eye, "(Y/n) didn't want to leave... I forced her because... after seeing you kill that guy, I thought it would be best if she stayed away from you... cause eventually, you'd pull a stunt like, stealing her soul,"

"Do you love her?" I question, changing the subject, not because I wanted to avoid his topic, but because I just needed the answer now,

"Yes," he finally looks at me, his expression giving the impression that it was obvious, "But not like you... I love her more as... a sister," He rushed in front of me and got to his knees, "That's why I'm begging you, please give her her soul back,"

Now it's my turn to avoid his gaze. "What's wrong with me having her soul? We both know that once the process, of her body adapting to not having it's soul, is done, we'll all have what we want. She'll want to be near me more, therefor she'll stay with you more and for her sake, she'll finally be accepted into our society,"