Tainted Love

Chapter 12

A/N: Sorry I'm late! Things got busy for me yesterday so I forgot to post. So without further ado, chapter 12

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In the west wing lounge, a figure in rumbled clothes laid curled up in a plush arm chair facing a cackling fire. The figure stared with blurry eye, as if he was looking past it, his head resting on his arm, his tanned hand slowly clenching and unclenching itself. A sigh left the figure as he slowly forced himself up into a sitting position, slowly raised his hand in front of his face, at eye level, loosening his grip, a circle pendent slipped through his fingers, but came to a halt as the chain kept it from falling. He stared at it for what seemed to be hours, till another sigh left him. He pulled the necklace close to his chest, his features quivered a bit before he rested his head in his empty hand, his breathing becoming heavy as the fire continued to crackle in the fireplace.

Across the room in the doorway, two henchmanicas stood around the corner, constantly peeking around to see if the figure had moved from his spot, for days it's been like this. Bill sitting in his chair, only to shift in his seat in front of the fire, his visible eye continuously stared at either the necklace he held in a vice like grip, or the flames that flickered before him.

The Henchmaniacs were not told as to what had taken place after the two left the dance room, all they saw after they left was Bill carrying the human's unconscious body back into the guestroom. He said nothing, his hair was mostly blue, with only the slightest hints of yellow, and a blank yet sullen look on his face. After dropping the human off he resigned himself in the library and didn't come out for the rest of the night, the next day he was found curled up on the couch by the fireplace, his eye dull, and body motionless in his clothes from the previous night. It wasn't until he visibly stiffened that he just vanished from the room. 

He was found later in the lounge, like now, in fresh clothes but his hair was unkempt and his mannerisms were lacking, as he paid them no mind, besides a dirty glare at them if they tried to ask if he was alright. So the Henchmaniacs kept their distance from the demon, not wanting to get on his bad side, even if they don't understand what caused it or how to fix it, but that didn't stop them from gossiping behind his back.

They guessed that Bill allowed Stardust to leave, some thought it was because he didn't love them as much anymore, or that he had grown soft and couldn't argue to keep them in place. Heck one even suggested that Bill forced Stardust out, to be gone and out of their lives forever, but that one was chucked as soon as it was uttered, Bill may be dream demon that brings nightmares, and enjoyed making devilish deals with many holes, but he loved Stardust more then anyone knew, and he changed because of their death.

He grew angry and insane at the human realm, and yet he viewed it as a plaything, something he could break, he hoped that in doing so he could avenge his lost love. And yet when he has it in the palm of his hand, he just lets it go, and for a mere child no less, and yet, the child was the key to Stardust's revival. However, Stardust was gone once again, leaving Bill somber, and depressed, and the Henchmaniacs fell too, with some feeling bitter towards the dream demon, and others feeling confused as to why they left, almost all of Bill's friends have avoided him, but two kept on checking on him, seeing if he showed any signs of, well anything. Pryonica and 8-ball.

The pink clad demon sighed as she slid down the wall and onto the floor, 8-ball following suit on the other side of the doorway, turning his head to look at his companion "What are we going to do?"

Pryonica sighed again as she tilted her head back and closed her visible eye, a quite whisper left her hot pink lips, "I don't know."

The green demon let out a breath as he pulled his legs up a bit and rested his head on his knees. They stayed like this for hours, only occasionally turning to look through the opened doorway, only to find no change in the dream demon, they stayed quite, not really having much to say to each other, it wasn't until much later that another one of the demons within their group, Paci-Fire, came marching up, going right past them without so much as a second glance. The two demons sat up roughly as the scrambled to their feet, stepping into the room after the barbaric looking demon.