"You should get some rest."
Anti suddenly turns to you.
"So should you."
You respond without hesitation.
His back straightens and his face lights up. He looks excited.
"I get to sleep again?"
He whispers quietly, smiling softly to himself.
"Yeah, come on."
You giggle and extend your hand towards him. Anti gladly takes it, letting you lead him to the bedroom.
"I can have dreams again."
He whispers even quieter.
Saying nothing, you watch Anti's out of character experience.
He was genuinely excited and actually happy to sleep.
You couldn't feel the same way.
By becoming 'part demon', as Anti had said, bits and pieces of you had been torn away.
Anti may have had a positive change, but you felt like you had something really bad eating away at you. Taking you apart slow enough so that you couldn't feel the difference unless you tried to.
Your emotions felt as if they were worn out, or old. Your hunger had completely disappeared and watching Anti rediscover the joys of humanity made you feel something new.
Something bad.
Something addictive.
You were being careful around Anti.
If he knew that this black hole was growing inside of you, he would freak out and try something desperate.
However, you still needed an experienced something to help you.
An individual who seemed to want to help you before.
Dark.
"I thought you'd never ask."
Came the deep reply, echoing around the emptiness.
"Just- Anti won't know about this, will he?"
You yell back, searching the dark space around you.
"I can only be in one dream at a time."
Dark replies behind you, his voice sounding close by.
You turn around and finally come face to face with him.
"I'm assuming that you've figured out why you're skin is doing that?"
He motions towards your bare arms with his head.
Your skin was going dark, but this time you weren't scared of the cold.
"Part demon, I know. But why isn't your skin doing that?"
"I learned to control myself."
He outstretches his arm.
"But it will always be grey since I am pure demon. Born one, always one."
"Anti's not-"
You start asking a question.
"No. He's... different. Weaker, too."
Dark carefully chooses his words.
"He trusts too easily and often messes up. His skin would appear slightly green here, but only because he doesn't bother to fully control himself. He likes the power too much."
"Instead of insulting him behind his back, you could do something useful. Like help us get back to normal."
You roll your eyes and miss Dark's wide eyed look.
"Sure.."
He clears his throat.
"But, I'll need your full cooperation."
