Deals With The Devil (Chris MotionlessXreader)

Forgiveness

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'Wh...What happened?' Devin had his hand adorably planted against the top of his head as he recovered from mind control. 'Sir what're...what's going on?' His eyes wandered up to me as I scanned over the gorgeous lace that covered the thick black fabric of the corset he loved. His knees were stuck together whilst his feet were miles apart, giving him an almost child-like appearance.
'...I'm sorry, I...I was controlling you and (Y/n)...I didn't like how the world was treating you but from now on I'm not using my powers unless instructed to.' I couldn't help but feel guilty for the look of surprise Devin had across his face. I felt like I was about to receive a slap across the cheek like I did every other time I had to let somebody go but instead I was met with pure kindness.
'Does that mean I have to go? I like it here...'
'Yes I'm afraid it means you have to go...we both have to, in fact...'
'Did Chris-'
'Yeah...he did. What exactly does Chris want me for?'
'He needs people to function is all. He's lonely...I hope you're not too upset about dedicating your future to him. I promise he's not all that bad. He's been through a lot...' He looked absolutely adorable as he stared down at his lap before arching his back, stretching. 'I'm guessing he also slept with you?'
'...h-how'd you-'
'He kisses you for your submission but he fucks you for your heart. You're never going to oppose him.' He seemed happy to know that I wasn't allowed to leave. It sent a slight flutter into my chest. 'I'm the only one he hasn't touched. (Y/n) would kill him if she found out he had claimed my soul.'
'Why you? Does she love you?'
'Well...I...I love her...but she doesn't love me the way I love her so I let her go, I guess...I didn't want to inconvenience her...all I do is get in the way of people...'
'That's not true...' I started, taking a seat beside him.
'You don't know me like these guys do...'
'I know but I will. Chris was d...' I began to trail off, a painful sting emitting in my head. I raised my hand to my temple, running my fingers over the sensitive part of my skull.
'Chris doesn't like people talking about him. When he's close by, he can hear everything we say, even what we're thinking. He knows what we're going to do before we do.' How Devin could read Chris so well, I don't think I'd ever be able to understand but once the stinging stopped, I was able to rest.
It was going to be a rough life from there on.

'(Y/n), wake up...I don't know where the cat food is and these things have been trying to eat me for the past ten minutes.'
My eyes fluttered opened, revealing Ricky kneeling beside my bed with his hair completely messed up and his skin an almost albino shade of white. The areas around his eyes were a tired shade of purple that almost concerned me.
Almost.
'Why should I help you?' I grumbled sleepily, turning over so my back faced him. I hadn't forgotten what he did and I promised myself I'd never forgive him for it.
'(Y/n), I...I hate excuses but I promise you that it wasn't me...I have these...things...in my body, there's these huge maggot-like things that sometimes-'
'No, I don't want to hear that bullshit!'
'I know you don't but there's a lot of factors here you don't understand! (Y/n), please just listen. I need to show you something...' Curiously, I sat up and twisted my body so that I faced the desperate man kneeling beside my bed. 'When you tried to kill yourself...remember what I showed you? Everything I told you?'
'I remember.'
'Well...I never showed you what goes on in my head...you saw what I feel constantly, not what I think...' He took a deep breath before holding his arm out, revealing something wiggling around underneath his skin. 'Promise me you won't hurt her...' he muttered whilst his other hand wandered into his pocket, plucking out a small pocket knife. He used his teeth to flick the knife open before dragging it across his wrist until blood began to build up and pool onto his lap. Within moments, the maggot thing from last time wiggled out of the cut he had made. It was strangely cute, big black eyes and a fang-filled smiles had never been so appealing before. It took me a moment to realise that Ricky could feel all of it. His arm was trembling and every drop of blood that fell onto his lap caused him to flinch and let out a shaky breath. Before I could even blink, I was met with a head full of anger, happiness, pain, glee, murder, revenge, every emotion possible was suddenly running through my mind at incredible speeds. 'I-I have no self control...it's just...it's hard to describe...you can feel it, can't you? The voices...they haunt me...they frighten me...it's hard to contain them...sometimes they get loose...' He muttered, dropping the blade and shakily stuffing the maggot back into his arm. The moment I could no longer see it, I felt free. My mind was my own once more.
'That...fuck, I-'
'I know what I did was pathetic and uncalled for and disgusting but fuck I had no choice, they locked me away in my own mind and made me watch as they controlled me!'
'I get it just shut up for a second!' I snapped. Ricky flinched before quickly retreating back into his shell. 'I...I forgive you, okay? I...I forgive you.'