Ban x Meliodas bk.#2 Succurance That Separates The Bond

Maroon

Fluff
Comfort
Smut
Traumatic nightmares
Past rape scenes
Flashbacks
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        So tired... He thought. His own body felt like jelly and sore. His crus trembles from his lack of protein and starving all together. Immediately he felt warm lips kiss his cheek, "I'll go and make you something to eat..."

That voice... The silky smooth tone of the soft voice soothed his system. The feeling of the soft mattress expanding to its original form before Ban laid down to rest. Meliodas then again felt hands holding onto him so lightly with no effort, mini hands that were as soft as the silk of silkworms. His arms react to the gentle touch to embrace the small life he gave his everything for.

Everything...

His time, his efforts, his love.... His body and mental state.

The cooing of his baby made him melt, the embrace had his hearts pounding at such a grief. His eyes were hazy and blurry then slowly closed them. The darkness engulfed him again, the same nightmare... Again...

And again....

     And again.....

        Tied up roughly by his wrist and pinned above his head; his body bare to the cold cry air. His skin cut deeply of his infected flesh, burning, opening, getting far worse than before. A black atmosphere was surrounding him except the little light focused on him.

He couldn't feel anything, like he was already dead, his eye color gone to a dead, dark grey and his body was pale. A large shadow cursed over him, hovering over his frozen body. In his mind he begged to run away from this, to wake up already, but it felt too real. Like he was back at that place - Back to Hell.

He couldn't move his eyes, only looking directly at the deadly gaze from the man above him.

He feels like he's suffocating - he is suffocating - he couldn't breath. Pressure was applied at his throat and then he soon realized the shadow was trying to kill him. Choking him. Strangling him.

Every time he dreamed of this shadow he could never recognize him, it wasn't Hades, it wasn't a demon. But even though he couldn't figure out who it is was, through the endless times of dreaming, the shadow always mutters the same thing.

"...Kill... All.... All of them.... Kill-"

The same dream... And so Meliodas says the same thing...

"What do you want!?" In a blood curtailing scream. His whole body tenses at feeling no pain as the shadow impaled his hand at his side. The sound of flesh crunching at his grip, pulling out one of the demons hearts. Tossing it aside.

"... Rip... Rip them.... Apart... Apart..."

Those same words. His hand impales Meliodas's upper stomach, grabbing his small intestine through the thick blood. His hands now stained in the blood, he pulls the long organ. One pull after another, dropping it then going back in to grab it again and pull more from his insides.

He's still alive. Breathing. Was he breathing? He's still seeing with his own hazy eyes watching the shadow tear his body apart bit by bit.

Meliodas felt nothing - couldn't feel the pain - was this relief they were giving him?

Who are they?

Who were the ones that were even doing this to him?

Why?