At first, you didn't know where you were. It was dark, damn near pitch black, and smelled like ash. Worried, you waited until your eyes adjusted to the darkness before you peered around.
Oh... oh, fuck, that's right... I'm in Hell.
"Awake already?" The voice, still so unfamiliar to you, made you jump. Anti merely chuckled, watching you from some unseen corner of the dilapidated room. "It's hardly midnight."
"How can you even tell?"
"When the two moons converge," he explained.
Two moons? You slid from the bed and peeked out of what used to be a window, now simply a hole in the wall. Sure enough, there were two moons in the sky: one a blue-white, the other yellow. You could just barely make out the outlines of the pair, as they were indeed converging together. "Is there a sun?"
"No. It's hellfire that lights our way during the day. Now sleep." Unseen hands pulled the blanket back over your body as you laid down before footsteps faded away on the wooden floor.
Anti had a problem. He had brought a live human into Hell, with no intention of killing it. It wasn't that he would have gotten into trouble, no; who would cause him trouble?
It was the fact that a live human might draw other demons. They were so easy to sniff out; he had to be careful. Extra careful, now that he knew that it was Dark who was chasing.
Anti looked back over towards you, watching you sleep. How peaceful you seemed. Content. Perhaps the first night in a long time without your demonic boyfriend, if you could even still call him as such.
The demon was careful in making sure that your sleep went undisturbed for the night. He didn't see the need to wake you.
Why am I feeling like this? I shouldn't be feeling anything, yet something... pains me.
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The smell of food cooking was another foreign sensation to you. Especially waking up to it. For one moment you guessed that your boyfriend had gotten some wild hair up his ass and wanted to do something for you for once.
But you had woken up in a strange bed, in an even stranger place. The wind continued to blow, though what remained of the cabin walls blocked most of it.
Meandering into the kitchen, you were greeted with the sight of Anti, shirtless and cooking something. Sensing that you were awake he turned and almost grinned. "Good. You're up. We should get going soon," he explained, sliding the food onto a plate and handing it over. It smelled absolutely amazing, and you took no time in devouring it without a second thought.
Chuckling, the demon took the empty plate away, setting it into the sink along with the rest of his mess to wash later. "What is this place?" you questioned softly, sitting on the countertop.
"My home, in Limbo. Or at least it was," he added bitterly. "Until HE dEstROyEd iT!"
You weren't so sure you wanted to know what had happened, so you merely nodded, not saying anything. You only spoke up when Anti came closer, eyeing you with an expression that you couldn't place. His hands were on the counter, effectively blocking you from going anywhere. Either the counter was low or he was just that tall, but the demon was almost level with you. Perhaps you were merely short.
It didn't matter. What did matter was the way Anti began to growl, something primal and low. Was he still angry at you? At himself? His eyes were shut, head turned away from you. What was wrong? "Anti?"
"You should be terrified of me. Why aren't you terrified of me?! WHY?!" His screams died off in the emptiness surrounding the cabin, and you flinched a little.
Why weren't you scared of him?
Because he... he saved my life. I'm sure that bastard would have killed me if Anti hadn't...
Huffing through his nose, the demon's hands went to your hips, pulling you closer, up and against him. You made a soft squealing sound, and turned a bright shade of pink once you realized that your legs were open, pressed against him.
No no no, don't think about that!
But the green-haired demon could hear your every thought, and his growling turned softer. "Is that so?" he purred, grinning wide. His hands pulled you closer still as he moved slowly, forcing you to grind against his body.
You promptly squeezed your eyes shut, one hand covering your mouth. "A-Anti, please--" you started, but were unable to finish as the demon's lips went to your throat. Your thoughts died in a whine, still being made to grind into him. Something deeper began to take over, warm and insistent. Something you hadn't felt in a long while.
"I could kill you, right here and now, you know," Anti smirked as he watched your reactions. You were just so easy to tease. "AnD mAYbe I WilL," he added. From behind your back his knife materialized in his grip. He clasped it tightly, eyeing you with a smirk as you continued whining. If he kept going...
What the FUCK am I doing?
His mind was a haze, caught somewhere between his bloodlust and something just as primal. No, he needed to get rid of you; maybe only then Dark wouldn't go after him.
His hand shook as he raised the blade behind your back. Just one quick stab, that's all it would take. Your blood would flow freely, and he could revel in being rid of you.
You had, after all, summoned him to begin with. He intended to steal a soul, and yours was the only one that was available.
But you were so innocent. Your hands gripped his arms, biting at your lower lip as you were forced to grind into a demonic being, clearly excited.
Stab her. StAB hER! GET RID OF HER!
Anti dropped the knife and pushed it aside, far out of his reach. He instead snatched your head, mindful of your wound, and slammed your lips against his. Every fiber in his being was screaming in agony, angry at his self betrayal. He was a demon, for fuck's sake!
Jerking himself away from you he grabbed his knife again and plunged it deep into his neck. The sensation was calming to the demon as he watch his blood pour down his body. But he had turned away from you, so that you wouldn't scream.
Still. You knew what he had done, and your hands began to tremble. "A-Anti, please, stop..." you begged him.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch," he spat out, turning and pressing a bloodied hand to your wound. You shrieked and tried to get away, but Anti held your head still with his free hand. The knife remained in his neck and you had to squeeze your eyes shut to prevent yourself from vomiting.
The wound began to itch like mad, but only for a few moments. Then, as abruptly as it had started, he pulled his hand away. "There." Gingerly you touched your cheek; it was smooth. No trace of a cut or a burn anywhere. The demon had healed you.
