Lovely Bruises//Christblood

💜Final Blow💙

Total word count; 1911

Love you guys
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Damien was frozen to the wall, his grip accidentally tightening in Jasper's disgusting hair. The stranger obviously knew Mary and Damien, but Joseph did as well. He could have other people crawling around his personal underground hell in search of the two. Damien was plunged into deep mental conflict, debating whether or not to trust this so called 'Detective'

If he messed up, he could potentially end up in Joseph's demonic grasp once again, as well as jeopardizing Mary's freedom and well being too.

If the stranger wasn't going to hand him over to the Joseph, and was a detective, then he could get him and Mary out safely and hopefully bash the cultist's perfectly smug face into a bloody yet satisfying pulp.

Damien happily thought of the second option and forced his non existent body to a stand, hugging the wall awkwardly for support once again. " Damien Bloodmarch at your service " he smiled weakly. His foot brushed against Jasper's head, making him internally cringe from sadness. There was no way he could take the body with him, but it was depressing thinking about the way the rats would return and finish their rotten feast.

Saul grabbed his arm and started walking with him, like a mother leading a disobedient child out of a store. Damien's worn shoes clicked on the floor alongside Saul's, making their hurried pace seem much more intense. " Are, are we going to find Mary? Where are we going?" Damien asked, his voice cracking a little when he mentioned Mary. If it was out of fear for the woman, or possibly excitement it was quite hard to tell.

" Mary's fine, the last time I checked. That was about...4 hours ago" Saul whispered, his quiet voice unnecessary in the extremely echoey corridors of the Labyrinth. Damien frowned, Saul's grip lightly tightening on his arm as he whirled around a corner and continued to charge into the unknown ahead.

Damien's mouth was slightly open, a look of minor surprise matching his purple bruises perfectly. " Check on her! What if she's hurt! She was very intent on challenging her husband last time I saw her!" Damien hissed, trying to tug at the man's grip on his sure forearm. Saul's superior strength was no match for Damien's weak clawing as he simply ignored the annoyed Victorian.

Damien wanted to stop to a dead halt and make Saul release him and go find his beloved Mary, but Saul's quick pace forced him to take each regretted step so that he wouldn't fall or be dragged across the filthy ground. Damien attempted to punch at it, bruised knuckles having no effect once again. Saul made a small huff of annoyance, but that was all.

" Don't you fucking care about her? Let me go!" Damien snapped, trying to stop in his tracks and force Saul to do the same. The swear bounced in between the silent walls quite loudly, disturbing it's eerie peace. Saul whirled around with a bit of a scowl on his face. " I care about her as you do, I'm just trying to do what she told me to do; keep you safe and out of CultAss's hands" he growled, making Damien recoil a bit.

" I'm perfectly fine! If we're leaving, we're leaving with Mary!" Damien said stubbornly, stomping his foot for an extra measure. Saul would have easily retaliated, or perhaps simply picked him up and moved him out of is nightmare, but he stopped, mouth still open in preparation to speak.

" What! Did I leave you speechless with my-" Damien started angrily, his grimy, short hair falling into his face as he began to rant. One of Saul's hands flew to his mouth, muffling his words and making them inaudible. " Shhhh. Do you hear that?" He asked as Damien's angry ranting subsided into minor panting. He pulled his hand away, letting Damien breathe a bit better as they both listened in the calm darkness.