The Human Race | Darkiplier X Reader

| FIFTY-THREE |

Y/n's POV

The King opens up a blueish-purple portal and walks towards is.
"No need for teleportation." He says and gestures Dark to walk through.
Dark hesitates to walk forward.
I go to follow cloee behind him when a hand grips my wrist and stops me.
"Don't do anything stupid." Anti growls as I look back at him.
I raise an eyebrow in question, but decide now is not the time to ask.
I just nod.
He then let's go on my hand and I walk into the portal with the King.

On the other end I'm met with Dark ans the sight of many Demons in suit of armor running around.
"What is going on?" Dark asks.
"Another rebel camp we think."
My eyes widen.
"We need you to go speak with a Human who claims to not be from here."
Dark glances at me for a second and then turns back to the King.
"Alright." He says.
"He's in cell number four-two-five."
Dark doesn't waste anytime before teleporting away.
"And all of you get to your posts!" The King shouts to Demons as they scurry by.
All the Demons immiedetly teleport away.
"Now you." I watch as his line of vision travels to me. I gulp.
"Come."
He starts to walk off in some direction.
I decide to follow him without question. The last thing I would need is to be murdered by Satan himself.
I let myself mindlessly trail behind him.
We go down hallways that twist in turn in all directions.
Suddenly we stop.
"In." Is all he says.
He opens up a large door and we walk inside.
Inside is a bed, large wooden cabinet thing, and a dresser.
It looks like a bedroom.

Is this his room?

"Correct." He answers my thoughts.
I jump.
I face him to see a smirk on his face.
"I just need to grab something. So go ahead and look around."
He goes back to looming through a drawer of his dresser for something.
I just decide to look at the details of the room.
The walls are a pale grey color.
The window frame is black like ink.
And as I go to analyze his bed I notice something hanging on the wall.
It's a painting of of the King and a beautiful woman.
Lucifer's red eyes look like they're gilled with joy.
His black hair is perfect as it frames his face.
The woman has blonde hair and shining blue eyes.
They seem so happy next to each other

Is she his wife?
If so, then where is she now?

A sigh comes from next to me as I hear something move in the bed.
It's only now that I notice that I've moved closer to the painting.
To my left I see the King sitting on the bed.
"Yes, she was my wife." He tells me.

Was?

"You don't have to tell to me like this. I won't punish you for talking."
I nod.
"Anyways, she's off doing better things now." He says.
"She's very pretty." I say.
He smiled and nods.
"She is. Too pretty for me at least."
He looks sad.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
The King shakes his head.
"Take a seat."
I do so without even thinking about it.
"I can't tell you exactly why. What I can tell you is that her and I were not suppose to be together. We created something that wasn't suppose to exist."

What the hell is that suppose to mean?

"Imagine a cheeta and a lion having a kid." He says.
"Whats a cheeta or a lion?" I question.
An image of two large, scary looking, animals appears in my mind.
"Now imagine them having a child. They're both cats, but when they have a child it's horribly disfigured."
He stops.
"You have kids?" I ask.
He laughs.
"Tons of them actually." He says.
I think for a moment.
"Demons?" I take a shot im the dark.
"Nuh-uh-uh." He chuckles. "Can't tell you any information."
The door of the room then swings open.
"King-!"
"Excuse me!" The King stands up and his eyes literally have flames coming from them.
"S-sorry my King." The guard apologizes and bows.
"I was told to come and get you. The Human is in the throne room with Sir Iplier."
The King rolls his eyes and extinguished the flames.
"Come Y/n."
The King takes my hand and teleports us in front of thr throne room.
I remember the large doors.
"Come. Keep yoir head down and don't speak." He tells me.
I shake my head in understanding.
The large doors open on their own.
I look to the floor and walk directly behind the King into the room.
"Why is she here?" The voice is Dark's.
"I enjoy her company." The King responds.
"Well I would appreciate if she did not have to witness whatever happens here today."
The King laughs.
"I'm sure she'll see worse."
I feel a hand on my shoulder.
I stop.
"Sit." The King commands.
I sit on the ground, pulling my knees into my chest.
"So Human. State your name, age, how you got here, and where you're from." The King commands.
"I'm twenty-years old, I woke up here, and I'm from a small comminuty of other...Humans. I have no idea where it is. I just woke up here." I reconize the voice.
"Oh, and my name is Phil."
My eyes widen as I hear the name.
I glance up to see his black hair and blue eyes.
I quickly look back down at the floor as I see his eyes dart over to me.
"You woke up here?" The King sounds like he's faking being confused.
"I have no idea. Last thing I remember was talking with my parents and then next thing I know I'm here."
I can feel the King's smirk.
"Well Phil, looks like you're going to be getting a new job."

What does that mean?