Numb ✧ Ghirahim x Reader ✔

chapter 50

a/n

whoa suddenly fifty chapters appeared

how'd that happen

and 10k reads?!!

i'm scared

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And once his gaze snapped away again, Ghirahim disappeared into the past.

Usually when passing through, via a telepathic link the Gate would be able to sense which era its user wished to visit. The trip was quick and trouble-free; requiring very little interaction. Ghirahim expected no difference this time...

Until a searing pain suddenly shot through his body.

His back arched as these stings tip-toed up his legs and stomach, as if someone was idly gliding a knife across his skin. The tormenting pangs crawled up his body at an agonizingly slow pace, yet rendered him too immobile to fight against it.

He sputtered out, balling his hands into fists. His eyes squeezed shut, desperately trying to keep his cool. When will this end..? he found himself questioning, for this seemed to have been going on for centuries.

He'd lost track of how many hours went by once the suffering came to a cease.

He could see the other side of the Gate, and quickly picked himself back to his feet. His heart pounded in his chest, but he couldn't tell if an unease or eager anticipation was eating away at him. He forced his feet to move, reaching for the exit's light.

However a tug at the back of his cloak held him in place. He froze, not expecting someone else to have been there with him. In addition, he was shocked that he hadn't sensed this person's presence before.

Turning his head, his eyes fell upon the Yiga Master Bulblin. His appearance reflected the same agony Ghirahim had undergone; disheveled hair, dripping eyes, and, somehow, blood leaking from the top of his head. The demon wondered if he looked the same way. He reached up to dab his forehead, and upon touching a sticky red substance his suspicions were confirmed. By now, it'd be safe to assume that this torture was a defect on the Gate's behalf.

"Wh-What," the Yiga spat, "What is happening?" His voice seemed distorted, although it was obvious he desperately wanted to keep himself strong.

"Your suck-ups must've blundered in their repairs," Ghirahim responded, before yanking his cloak away from the Yiga's clutches. "We're almost there..."

"This brat better be a fucking goddess," Bulblin snarled. "I'm not going through all this torment for nothing."

"In that case, you'll be disappointed."

Continuing to walk toward the light, Ghirahim realized no matter how much strain he enforced he couldn't push himself to run. His pain resurfaced, biting into him with every step he took. Bulblin seemed to be suffering the same way.

Until finally they tumbled out of the Gate, and along with a forgiving gust of fresh air, the throbbing subsided. Ghirahim gasped out, letting this relief sink in before he his eyes fluttered shut. He sighed for just a moment, then began to walk away.

"You've no right to run off on your own," Bulblin called out, and another exasperated sigh left our frustrated demon's lips. "You're still breathing on my terms."

Ghirahim snorted.

"Your terms? If I'm not mistaken, you were the one begging me to stop slaughtering your henchmen!"