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Ch 9: End the Suffering

M.F.
"As long as they're alive." Horror lowered his skull, avoiding both monsters' gazes as his voice trembled and shook in despair. "As long as they're alive, they'll only continue to suffer even more." He faced Lust back with empty sockets, his face completely full of great hopelessness and yet he struggled to smile. Horror pulled Lust to himself harshly and shouted. "DON'T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND!? THEY'RE ALREADY DYING ANYWAY. THEY'RE WEAK. THEY'RE ALL HELPLESS."

"AND AS THEIR FRIEND.. I WILL HELP THEM. AND THIS IS THE ONLY WAY!" Letting go of Lust, he reached for a machete and marched towards the dying monster. He didn't want to do this.. But it was all he could think of. The only way he thought of was almost normal for him. If anything, Horror always went for the impotent, feeble ones anyway.

Then he hesitated in front of the other, fragile monster. "It's the only way." was all he muttered under his breath. Then slowly, he raised his machete, helping himself to aim it directly and feeling his power dominating the other.

I.H.
Lust's soul was beating quickly. He had no idea what had happened to the other monster. Was he already like that or did Horror torture him to be like that? Lust had no idea, but because he was in the house, he assumed that Horror had at least been a part of the other monster's suffering.

He covered his face, tears streaming down his cheekbones. Perhaps it was right to end the poor monster's misery. But he wasn't sure what Horror would do. Was he so unstable that he wouldn't just end them quickly? Would he torture them instead? Horror had already brought them into the house like this. If he was truly saying what he meant, he would've already ended the monster instead of forcing them into their house.

M.F.
Though Horror had planned to kill, the blade had only hit the monster's arm, making them give out a shriek before that part of its body slowly turned to dust.

He breathed heavily, struggling with the conflict of right and wrong. Horror held tight onto the handle. And eventually, he made up his mind.

The maniac seemed to stop panicking. No more sweat running down on his face, no more anxious breathing. And most of all, no more unnatural switches between laughing and muttering.

"Lust." He started, his voice sounding normal. "You can go get ready for food." A low chuckle slipped past him before he dragged the body again, this time heading somewhere outside.

I.H.
"No!" Lust cried, his face set in horror. He grabbed the larger skeleton's arm, stopping him from heading outside. "Don't let him suffer more than he already is! If you truly want to help him, then just end his suffering quickly!"

His eyelights were shrunk to pinpricks, trembling with fear. "I-If you have to hurt someone, then just hurt me! Don't hurt them!"

M.F.
Horror grinned, accepting the offer. His mind in such an awful state that he couldn't care enough to refuse. That he would gladly hurt anyone, even his own beloved partner.

Lust wasn't only a majestic being in his eyes. At least not on the outside. He knew he had more than his looks and his body. And he just wanted to find that out now. "So. You'd take this pathetic being's place?" Horror hissed, giving a sour look to the weaker monster and back to Lust. "What a shame... Oh well, it's better than nothing."

At last, he threw a blade at the monster. It was still breathing, only shakily and tired. And still, it struggled to take deep breaths. Anytime now and it could just die on its own. Horror then turned to Lust in a quick manner, his wide smile showing brightly on his face as he laid one finger under the other skeleton's chin and slowly trailed it down Lust's neck.

I.H.
Lust's breath was fast and panicked, stuck against his throat. He felt so scared and so helpless. But he didn't want to make anyone else suffer if he could help it. He would give himself up so that others wouldn't be hurt.

"H-Horror.." He whimpered, his violet eyelights looking up at the bigger skeleton in fear. His breath hitched as Horror wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him closer. Lust was so afraid; what would the other do to him? His hand shook as he placed it gently against Horror's cheekbone, his gaze sad and fearful.