10 Years Later - Starburst

Chapter 7 - Blink

A/N: I actually want to apologise for any spelling errors or mixed up words/sentences. I'm dyslexic in my writing so I'll just space everything out a little more so it's easier to read and write as I go. Should be easier on you all, too. So long and goodnight.

Demonic Betting. A wonderful thing. You could win anything. You could lose anything. Money meant nothing to us; we paid in blood or weapons usually. More like medieval trading. A demon would choose one of their offspring or a mortal to face almost impossible challenges.

I hadn't talked about her before. I don't plan to either, but my mother was a very strong gambler. After she died, I felt empty. Neglected. Unwanted. Worthless. Unimportant. Hated. Well- all of those are true, actually. The only demon who ever appreciated my existence was her. If I knew who killed her, they'd be dead by the time I could dig my nails into their flesh.

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This is directly to you, "brother."

You would always sneer at my pathetic emotion. Yet it wasn't emotion; it was grief and mourn. I hated you for that. I always will. Did I mention that whenever I would do the same to you, you'd replies with "Well, everyone has to breakdown sometimes." And that makes it all magically okay to assume that I don't need to breakdown sometimes, too?
Is that what it fucking means?
Is it?
Of course it does, Mr. HeirToHell. If anything, you're the misfit. We couldn't have a corrupt sitting on the throne of hell!

I'm glad you left me there. I'm glad you left me to suffer. I'd rather suffer alone than spend another minute with you. I'd give anything to have front row seats to your death.
Wait- no, I'd never watch that. I'd never want to even think of you in pain. You are my brother and I can't hate you for something so petty.

Yet I will not apologise for what I have done.
Their deaths were on you.

"Starburst"
-Raven Erebus Alastor Chaos Devilson
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If any of you out there enjoy reading articles then you may possibly have come across the SCP Foundation. Yes, a chapter about an SCP. Skip it if you want, but I find it the most interesting part of my existence. Almost.

SCP-173.
Elucid.
Origin is as of yet unknown.
Inanimate yet extremely hostile.
Attacks by strangulation or by snapping the neck at the base of the skull.

They called Satan crazy for it. And what did he say? "Either way, I gain something. One less demon to tend to, more power." The task was basically to just not blink. And of course, Radio couldn't be placed into such danger because he was far more superior! I sought to it as an opportunity to just end everything. So I gladly accepted; not that I had a choice. Surprise, surprise, Radio was glad to see me leave. Just as I hoped he would be. I wanted the last thing he thought of me to be how much he wanted me gone, anyway. But as all pointless things do, they come back.

I spent 17 weeks locked up in there. With that thing. No food. Just water every 9 days. There was constant light shining down from the panels above. I don't think its cheating if you cut off your eyelids. I mean, there are no rules! At least now Radio can't sneak up on me and steal my monster. Neither can anyone else, on that note.

I felt a firm grip around my arm and flinched at the sudden contact. I was being half dragged down the stairs, half trying to gain balance. Of course, I recognised those hands. Those nails that dug into my flesh like blades (I'll get to how I know what that feels like later). Satan had had another 'ingenious' idea. I always knew that crazy ran through our veins (that's why Radio had to keep me grounded). On my way down I saw Radio glaring at me as he walked back with 2 monsters in 1 hand. His eyes shot from me to the monster and back to me again. Satan only had to jerk his head back to the stairs for Radio to race off to his own room. As I managed to look behind me, I saw him place one of the cans just by my side of the stairs, mouthing
"For you." Which I didn't trust in the slightest. The only time he would give me a monster is after I had been on the stretcher or if he wanted me to be on his side for some stupid argument.