Bottled Up~Antisepticeye & Markiplier

Revenge

His breath was heavy, Anti could hear it. Anti's sight was failing, the loss in blood was taking its toll on him. His senses were starting to fail, all except one. The iron taste of his own blood stung his mouth and Anti couldn't begin to get his head untangled from his dizziness. The voices in his head wouldn't stop, they were like chuckling dolls with high pitched voices and an evil edge. The chuckling was wrapped around his head like a rope squeezing his brain into slim. Anti couldn't see from the blood clumping in his midnight black soulless eyes, he didn't know where he was or how he got there. He felt drained of strength, everything he had worked for, everyone he cared for were gone. Well, the only person he cared about.

"Damien!" Anti screamed into the darkness. He could feel his powers fade as his strength did. It was over. Anti was done.  His fight was all for not. Anti cried out his name over and over without getting an answer.

"Please Damien.... Kill me!" Anti soaked down to the floor on his knees. His green septic tears rolled down his face. Still, no answer came. Anti's faith was getting weak along with most of his body. Anti didn't ever believe he would get back up and fight back.

"Damien GOD DAMNIT!" His finger eliminated green lightning from his fingers. Anti surged his power to go through his body so he light up with green electricity. The green lightning had created a bubble around its host and as it built Anti forced his hands and intertwined them together before smashing his hands into the light carpeted floor. The electricity popped making. A great surge to explode around the house.

The concrete under the floor crack and the rest of the house had imploded. The carpet had been set on fire, the walls had holes put through them. The front door and back had been knocked off their hinges with the rest of the front wall crumpled like paper. Luckily the roof was still in place and the darkness had shown some light. Anti could only see what the blood would allow. He was in a living room, which was mostly disastrous as Anti acted to make his electric bubble pop. The couch was knocked back into the back wall, which had broken the wooden cabinets. The large flat screen TV had been snapped in half like a candy bar. Most of the carpet lingered on fire, but Anti couldn't care less.

Anti covered his head with his arms as he leaned himself forward so his body was in the fetal position. Anti flipped onto his side as the green septic tears returned. It was then that a dark shadow looked over him. His soulless red eyes glared down at Anti as he whimpered in front of him. He smiled as the dark stranger crouched down to grab Anti by the arms and as he stood he lifted Anti into the air. Even with the fire Anti couldn't see the strangers face, but he knew who it was. Damien moved Anti's arms away from his face to watch him wallow. Anti looked at him, even with his tears and blood looming in his eyes he grunted at him. He began to wiggle against Damien's hands as he hissed, extending his canines into sharp fangs. Damien, irritated, smashed Anti into a nearby wall making it crack but hold in place. Anti spit in Damien's face, barely fazed by the direct hit to his back.

"You fucking murderer! You killed him! You killed my love!" Damien smashed him again against the wall but Anti wouldn't give in. He hissed before biting down onto Damien's muscular arms. His canines ripped deep gashes into his arm making pain surge through Damien as his fangs gave an electric shock. Damien let go, growling at Anti as he thumped to the ground. Anti licked his chops, tasting Damien's tainted demon blood. It was salty with a hint of sulfur.

"Tell me Anti, what's it like to see your lover die in front of you? Cause I know I enjoyed every second of it. I enjoyed sucking his-" Anti leaped at Damien and pinning him by his throat, cutting off his breathing. Though Damien was much bigger, Anti had reason. Something most demons didn't have. Anti quickly surged a lightning ball in his hand and thrust it into Damien's chest. His body shook from the electricity running through him but smiled as it did. Anti, now the one irritated, let go of his throat and replaced his hands with his teeth. Anti clamped his jaws around Damien's plump neck and pulled a chunk of his flesh from his body. Anti spit his cooked flesh out before lapping at his leaking neck. But Damien still had his smug look on his face before his dark smoke evaporated out of a body and disappeared from this plain and back into hell.

Anti looked down at Damien's possessed body and chocked on the blood he had filled his mouth with. Laying on the floor where he had killed Damien laid his lover. His dark raven hair, his muscular tanned body, the chunk of flesh missing from his neck as it spilled crimson blood over the carpet. Anti scrambled to feel his neck for a pulse but it was apparent that he was dead. Anti wasn't sure if he was already dead when Damien possessed him or if he had done it. Anti cried, bringing his lover into his lap and pushed his hair away from his face so he could look into his white covered eyes.

"Please someone, help!" Anti's screams were filled with empty air. Nobody could hear him. Nobody wanted to hear him. All he could do was sit there as he watched his lover join the Angels in the forbidden Heaven that Anti wasn't allowed to follow. Anti leaned down to put his forehead against his lovers before kissing his lips one last time.

"I love you Mark."