Ouija - Danti/Septiplier Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty Four

  "Dark?" I called out before stopping myself, raising my hands to my mouth.

He stood momentarily before turning around slowly, looking up at me from the steps I stood.

  "Oh, gosh Dark.." I uttered, hurrying down the steps, my footsteps echoing through out the tall room.

He stood quietly, watching as I came close to him. His eyes were empty, unlike how he usually had the demonic eyes full of tension and anger.

"Dark.." I whispered, reaching out for his jaw. All I wanted was to be in his arms right now.

He gratefully took my hand to cup his jawline, his eyes fluttering shut in my grasp. I stepped closer, reaching up and instinctively meeting his lips with mine. It was a long time before we stepped apart, and met eyes.

My brows furrowed up at him, slight anger rising in me.
"What were you thinking?!" I shouted at him, throwing my arms out. He shrunk, dropping his gaze alarmingly.

"You murdered Felix! You fucking killed our friend!"
"Anti, I-"
"Nothing can own up to what you've done! No excuse! He's dead, he's in heaven or hell now, not with us!"

Dark sniffed, turning away.
"God damnit, can't you do one thing right, Mark?!" I argued, eyes widening at the sudden name I said.

Dark slowly turned back toward me, stiffening his posture. His eyes were slightly dimmed with a red haze, showing him restraining his anger.

   "I'm sorry.. I.. Dark, I didn't mean that, just.. I guess I thought the Mark in there would've known better. He would've been more responsible. But.. I guess not, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have even kept Felix's secret from you, so I guess this is partially my fault." He continued to stare at me, inhaling deeply.

   "And I am deeply sorry, Dark. I love you."

He slowly released his tension, the haze in his charcoal eyes fading away, revealing his white pupils.

   "That's all I needed to hear," his raspy voice uttered, smiling softly at me. I smiled back, looking around the throne room from where we stood.

   "..Why did you come here out of all places? This castle is huge," I questioned, eyeing the perched statue above us on the pillar.

He slightly shrugged. "I guess it's a special area for me. Plus it's quiet and farthest away from where you could find me. I didn't want to upset
you more by my existence."

I frowned, eyeing him.
   "We can talk more about that later.. but for now, can you tell me more about this place? Why your spiritual form is in statues around here, and.. why a throne is here?" I asked, turning toward the throne sitting on a raised platform on the floor behind us.

Dark sighed, following my gaze.
   "Well.. this used to be my throne room, when I had the role of the king here. That throne right before us is where I sat when the other demons would come enjoy each other's company,

   even dance for me on this floor. Present to me shows. It was amazing.. oh if I could relive that one more time."

I admired the room, picturing crowds of other demonic presences in formal attire bowing to Dark as he sat on the throne, smiling. The crowd beginning to slow dance to the music, performing shows to their king. Then, I pictured myself standing beside Dark on the throne, smiling at him.

I pictured the crowd moving aside as the music quieted, leaving room on the marble floor for Dark and I to make our way down, presenting our royalty to everyone. We then emerge into a slow dance, holding one another gracefully, smiling happily. The crowd watches in awe at the appearances of their king and their accomplice of the king.

   "Anti?" Dark asked, looking over at me.
    "Sorry, yeah?" I replied, snapping out of the perfect vision I saw.
He chuckled, looking around the room again.
   "When I was king, the demons here knew that my original form was the bat. Every demon that attended my balls had an original form, which could vary from an object to an animal. Which is why my form is the statue of this room. Cool, isn't it?"

I nodded slightly, eyeing him.
   "Then why did you stop being king? You seemed to love it," I pondered, running my
hand through my hair.

  "..I just couldn't keep the role. With Amy leaving my side in front of all my subjects, I was a complete mess. After that, the demons here began to also die out. I don't know why, but the rate here just went downhill. There's not many demons here currently. Only about
900. It's sad, why have a king when there's not many to accompany for?"

I remained silent, looking up and observing a chandelier that hung high above us.
He sighed again.
  "It sucks. I didn't even get to do my dance with Amy at the ball."

I bit my lip in sorrow, looking back at him. His features were replaced by saddening thoughts, making me feel worse.

  "Why not finish that now?" I smiled softly
at him, shrugging. His eyes widened at me.
  
   "No, no.. I can't, there's nobody around to watch.. I'm not even superior anymore, the dance wouldn't mean anything-"

I interjected willingly. "What do a few less pairs of eyes do? It'll mean the world to me if you care to fulfill that slow dance with somebody."

Dark hesitated briefly, looking down. I frowned slightly until his head raised, a smile forming across his face.
  
   "Alright. Anti, would you care to join me for the annual slow dance of the royals?"
I smiled brightly before regaining my superior look, nodding swiftly at Dark.

He nodded back, extending a hand with a small bow to me. I gently settled my hand in his, allowing him to lead me out to the middle of the floor, our footsteps echoing the polished walls.

We both straightened our postures, Dark's hands extending to his sides with mine intertwined. His other arm reached down and grasped my waist firmly, as I settled my other hand on his shoulder.

   "There's no music.." I uttered, watching him,
studying his expressions.
  "That doesn't matter. Let's enjoy this." His smile convinced me enough as we began to swiftly dance.

Our feet moved in corresponding patterns, back and forth, left to right, even spinning around. I smiled at Dark as he laughed happily, our bodies spinning in sync.

His wings suddenly sprouted out from his suit, angling sharply, releasing another laugh from him. I chortled.

He gripped onto me tighter as his legs gathered beneath him, his wings flapping quickly.

We quickly lifted off the ground into the air, spinning more. As we did so, Dark adjusted his position to stop spinning and fly back slightly,
letting me spread apart from him.

Our hands still held tight as he raised my arm up, spinning me around in tight circles. As I finished spinning, he pulled me into his embrace, my back to his chest.

His wings slowly departed us back to the floor, still in his embrace. He let go of me moments later, and I turned around to meet his face.

  "Was that okay? I never slow danced in my life," I asked, laughing.
   "It was perfect. Almost felt like a crowd
was watching us."

I chuckled before reaching up and meeting my lips with his again, smiling.

  "I love you, Anti."
   "I love you too, Dark."

Then, footsteps echoed the room ahead. Natemare appeared at the doorway.