Suspicious Minds [Darkiplier/Markiplier x Reader]

Chapter Seventeen: The Truthliest Truthy Truth

Tag yourself part 3: I'm Wilford standing there akwardly, trying to be cool.
Credit:??? Someone let me know.
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You sat up next to Dark, preparing yourself for whatever he had to say. This was what you wanted all along, it was now or never.

"Nearly everything The Host told you is true." He didn't look at you, but instead, at the floor. "I've committed heinous acts without remorse. Wilford and I made that deal, but the girl in Cincinnati was truly an accident. I did care for her."

All of your doubts were confirmed. You saw Dark in a different light now, knowing that you had fallen in love with a serial killer was insane. You felt conflicted and unsure of yourself. What if that had been me? How would I feel? Who's to say he won't kill me?

"I wouldn't dream of it, (Y/N)." He said, looking back at you with somber black eyes. "I can show you, if that is what you wish. I know I am not deserving of you trust, but please give me your hand."

You did as he requested, taking his hand in your own. You closed your eyes and you were in a white room with Dark. He was wearing a white suit with a gold tie. His skin was grey again, but that's not what was the most impressive. The gold wings jutting out behind him took you by surprise. You stared at them, longing to touch them.

"You may." He said, stretching his left wing towards you. You ran your hands along it's smooth surface. It wasn't made out of feathers like a traditional wing, but instead out of energy. You could feel the warmth radiating from them, the wing was the softest thing you had ever touched.

"I don't understand." You said to him, dropping your hand from his wing. "What are you?"

"I am a demon." He smiled at you, he looked completely at peace. You couldn't help but feel the same way.

You had always had a hunch that Dark may be a demon, but it's never been confirmed. Until now, that is. You weren't super surprised, the black eyes were a bit of a give away.

"You don't look demonic." You stated, studying him closely. He chuckled at your response.

"Tell me, my dear, just what is a demon supposed to look like?" He raised a brow, crossing his arms across his chest.

"I don't know." You shrugged, there were many depictions of demons across literature. "You look more angelic."

"I suppose I do." It was nice seeing Dark happy. You believed he deserved it.

"Is Wilford a demon, too?" You asked, your eyes drifted to his outstretched wings. They were so magnificent. You kinda wanted to ask if he could taking you flying or something.

"No. Wilford is a fallen angel." He said sadly, a disappointed look crossed his face. Maybe there was a time where Dark and Wilford had been close friends.

"What about Mark and the others?" You furrowed your brow, intrigued and confused. This was a lot of shit being thrown at you.

"Mark is also an angel, but he has forgotten. For whatever reason, I am unsure." He informed you, leaving you shooketh to the core. You had been dating an angel and a demon. Nice. "The rest are human, other than the Googles, of course."

"Why can't you just tell Mark what he truly is?" You queried, staring intently at him. You wondered how on Earth Mark could have forgotten that he was a fucking angel, but Dark obviously didn't know.

"It is not my place, nor any of the others." Dark's clasped his hands behind his back, staring back at you with soft eyes. God, he was so pretty. You would never get over that.