You had blacked out, completely immobilized by the pain and blood loss. You vaguely felt hands wrapping something around your leg, some shouting... and not much else.
When you came to at last, you were dizzy and still felt faint. You were moving, somehow, though you knew it was not by your doing. It took a few moments for the fact to register that you were being carried over someone's shoulder. With tremendous effort you let out a groan.
You were promptly set back down on the ground, your vision hazy still. You could just barely make out the color green, and your body relaxed somewhat.
At least he... found me...
The horrific vision of your boyfriend, his shocking return far too early for your liking, and his attack on you was too much for you to handle. There was an awful, terrible pain in your leg, and the tears began to flow heavily. A pair of hands wiped them away, a little roughly. "Stop crying. I can fix this."
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Relief had washed over you as you had blacked out again. When you woke up the second time, you still felt weak, but there was no awful pain in your leg any longer.
Then you recalled how your boyfriend had lifted your detached foot, up high so you could see it, and you promptly vomited, wincing as you did so. It was an image that had been burned into your mind, and would not leave your thoughts as you heaved, turning your head to avoid getting yourself messier.
Blood had caked your jeans to your leg, but... your foot was still there. Had it been an illusion?
"I told you I would fix it." Anti sat beside you, thankfully not on the side you had turned to when you began puking. He didn't seem disgusted by the act, either, watching you. "I only came when I heard you scream. Otherwise you'd have bled out."
"Wh... why...?" you croaked. "Isn't that the deal? I summoned you, when I die I go to Hell. Isn't that what you wanted?" You delicately wiped your mouth, trying not to make a face at the aftertaste.
The demon said nothing about this, his lips thin. His glitching had been minimal at best as of late, but now it was non-existent. Had he calmed down? "...... no. You made no deal with me. I never sent your boytoy to Hell, so you wouldn't end up here."
"But you told me... you told me you weren't leaving without a soul. Wouldn't that me--"
"I sAiD NO!!" Anti stood up and took a few steps back and away from you, his glitching returning in his anger. Blood drenched the front of him, and you knew it wasn't his. "No! You're not... you're not going to Hell when you die. You're not."
Why was he acting like this? It was as though a fire had been lit up from within him, something burning so hot that he couldn't stand it. Nor could he even start to comprehend just what it meant. "Anti, I just..."
"SHUT UP!!! SHUT! UP!" His voice trailed off in the distance, bouncing off of nearby ruins. His jaw fell open as he screamed, blade clutched tightly into his fist. In his fury he stabbed his throat, over and over again.
You had to clap your hands over your eyes to stop from seeing the damage, from seeing him harm himself yet again. "Anti, please, just stop!"
He was tugging at his hair, his scream at last dying out as his voice began to crack. Slowly he sunk into a sitting position, his head down and blocked by his arms.
Gingerly, hesitating to the extreme, you lay a hand on his arm. You felt his body stiffen, but he did not push you away. Instead he looked up, tears of his own streaming down his face. You flinched away; this was new and entirely foreign to you. How should you react? What if he lashed out again?
"You forget I can still fucking hear your thoughts," he spat, albeit weak. Abruptly he stood back up. "Your leg is fine. Get up before he comes back."
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The two of you had walked in silence before, but this time it felt more than a little unbearable. You knew you had to say something, you had to... but the words failed you.
Thankfully, he broke the silence before you could find a way to. "I lied to you."
You frowned a little, trotting to catch up to him as you had fallen behind. "What do you mean? About what?"
"This circle. It isn't Wrath. It's Avarice." You weren't quite sure what that meant, but he went on. "Greed. I..." He winced, though he turned away from you. "These thoughts... this circle..." The demon shook his head roughly. "The next circle is Wrath. I'll stay away from you again."
"Please don't," you begged. He turned to you, startled. "Please don't leave me alone again. He... he'll..."
Gently, Anti took your shoulders in his hands. "Listen to me, you stupid bitch. It's either I stay away and keep you alive, or you face MY wrath. Do you want that?!"
"It's better than his..." you murmured.
This made the demon hesitate. That same, strange emotion flashed in his black eyes again, written all over his face. It wasn't one that Anti was used to feeling, and he didn't like it. His hold on you dropped as he stepped back and away from you again, running hands through his hair as he muttered to himself.
You, on the other hand, had a better grasp on emotions as a human. With a gentle hand you turned him back around. "What's going through your mind?"
"Things I don't understand. AnD it'S pISsiNg mE OFf!!"
"Then talk me through them." He gave you an incredulous look, but you crossed your arms. "I'm better with emotions than you are, aren't I?"
Anti sighed through his nose. He wasn't ready to talk, not about this. Not now, and possibly not ever. Grabbing your arm he pulled you along as he walked on, towards the next gate.
I'm not telling you anything, bitch.
