Part 9 (TW: Assault)

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You stand as soon as the computer finishes logging out and try to walk away but he grabs your arm.

"Hunter, let go."

He winds his other arm around your waist and pulls you close enough that you can feel something you really don't want to be feeling pressing against your hip.

"I really missed you, y/n. Ever since you've been away I've realized how much. Do you remember all the fun we had? No? Why don't I refresh your memory?"

He pushes you into a table and grinds against you.

You struggle to get away.

The lights above you flicker wildly.

You try to push him away but he's too strong.

He leans in to force a kiss on you but suddenly he crumples and drops you to the floor.

A light overhead explodes.

Zeldris has blood on his hands and Hunter's head is bleeding, but Hunter's still breathing. Zeldris' eyes have gone dark and the dark mark is back, but it fades quickly.

Your eyes are full of tears.

"Are you alright?" Zeldris asks.

You can't formulate a proper sentence but you manage to shake your head.

"Did he hurt you?"

Your shake your head again.

"Do you want a hug?"

You nod and he opens his arms. You go in and he wraps his arms around you. You find yourself crying.

"Do you want me to kill him?" Zeldris asks.

You laugh and sob at the same time. He keeps an arm around you and guides you to the stairs. There aren't many people around. You wipe your eyes and descend together.

"I'm guessing you didn't find anything either?" you say.

"Nothing of use."

"I guess we should solve a demon summoning issue by summoning more demons, then?"

He runs his free hand through his hair and chuckles.

"We'll start with Pazuzu" he says.

"And if that fails?"

"My father's the next person we can try."

"And then this mysterious woman who can't be summoned by ouija board?"

"Exactly. And let's hope we don't have to bring her into this."

You walk with him back to your apartment and hope you never run into Hunter again.

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