『 I Won't Run Anymore』

Part 16 - Forgive

"You... what?"

"I want to see Amaimon."

Mephisto shook his head briefly from the shock, I guess he wasn't used to such requests...

"Belle, you do understand what you're asking of me right?"

I nodded at him, deciding to not trust my vocals. It wanted to scream 'No! I never want to see that sadistic bastard again!' but I knew I had to. These demons... I can normally turn my back and walk away with ease, but I can't flee from something like this. Not something... like this... he... dismembered me... I looked back down to my recently attached leg, taking in its discoloured form before trailing my eyes up to the bandages where it had been cut from. I placed my shaking fingers upon it, feeling the scabbing underneath my touch.

"You won't like the answer he will give you belle. Amaimon is a true demon who hasn't lived in the human world for very long."

"I know, that's exactly why I need to see him..."

Mephisto gave a heavy sigh and I felt his weight shift from the bed. I turned my eyes away from my wound and up to him in time to see his head tilted downcast at me.

"Very well. Einz, zwei, drei!"

Within a blink I was in a black abyss. I couldn't see anything, only my own form which seemed to be floating in this darkness, yet my feet looked and felt to be placed firmly on ground. I stomped on my good leg for assurance, it was definitely solid... I looked to my injured leg, aware of its sturdiness on the weight. It ached, but no real pain remained. I sighed in relief before catching sight of an outlining. I couldn't tell what it was in the darkness, but it seemed to be the only thing I could actually see. It was almost as black as the 'ground' I stood on. I quickly knelt down and pressed my fingers to it, even quicker to retract them when I noticed it was thick and wet.

"Ew... what is that?"

I looked a little closer at the substance on the floor, almost hesitant considering I was in some kind of Mephisto's playground... I still can't see right. I rubbed my eyes angrily with my uncoated hand, hoping it would work but to no avail. I only succeeded in gaining static fuzz in the corners of my eyes. I stood up and looked to my fingers where the liquid still lay, I can't make it out... it's just black... looking away, my hands covered my mouth briskly at what I saw. It made me feel ill...

"Amai...mon..."

My voice was muffled by my hands, as well as my lurching stomach as I stared up at the male suspended by dark bars, only able to make note of their outlining. They dripped with a liquid that I followed with my eyes, pooling around the floor under the male and moving sluggishly around him, where I had dipped my hand. I squealed and rubbed my hand viscously against my hospital gown, rubbing my face afterwards as my hands had lay there recently. Blood... it was blood!

"Quiet... you're... hurting my ears...."

I turned back to Amaimon with chattering teeth, my hands still on my face after their aggressive rub. My face was heated, yet I still felt cold... everything sinking in at once and giving me a headache. Mephisto did this to Amaimon for taking my leg. He was suffering for... how long? ... How long had he been like this?!

"Amaimon!"

I ran over and grabbed onto one of the bars, pulling at it with all my might. I had to get these off of him! I yanked hard, pushed all my weight onto it, hit it. Yet nothing I did would budge the impalement instrument.