His healing had always been rapid. But the damage that had been done was severe, and the green-haired demon took a great long while to regain his consciousness. After a good deal of time had passed, Anti opened his eyes. Something felt... missing.
Oh. No wonder. Most of his limbs had been torn away from his body. Blood, staining the asphalt black, had dried into sticky puddles around him, pieces of his body lay scattered across the ground around him. They glitched in and out of sight, too unstable now that he was in pieces.
Only one of his arms remained on his body, but one was enough. Anti reached slowly for the closest part, one of his legs, and pressed it to his bloodied hip. He roared in pain as the limb reattached itself, connecting the bone and tissue and nerves and the like, but he simply bore it. He had no choice. He wanted to get moving, had to get moving.
Soon enough the limb felt as though it was on fire as it healed, but it was enough to be of use. The demon pushed himself towards his other leg, a good few feet away, and reattached it in the same manner.
Eventually he stood, finding his other arm tossed carelessly elsewhere. All of his body felt as though he had been dipped in lava, but his head was clear.
Dark...
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You had passed out entirely, left alone to bleed on the bed. The aching pain pulsed in your back, down to the spine, and even as you slept the sleep of the exhausted, you were too scared of making any sudden movements.
Dark, on the other hand, did not sleep. He watched you instead, for a good long while, before reaching down and bringing out wide leather straps. With them he bound you to the bed, being as gentle as he possibly could, so that you would not wake. He paused when your breathing changed, but a spike of pain had gone up your back when you were rolled over; you were far too exhausted to awaken just yet. He smiled, binding you up and leaving the room to fetch his axe again.
This time you would not leave on foot.
Dark brought the heavy weapon down, effectively cutting off your foot yet again and tossing it aside. The stump of your leg began to jerk and spew blood, making you wake up with an awful scream. It echoed the otherwise empty house and out the windows, carrying far away. The demon gave the other foot the same treatment, hardly breaking a sweat before placing his hands directly on your wounded legs. There was a burning sensation there, making you only scream all the louder as he cauterized the wounds. There was no time to try and stop the bleeding otherwise.
Everything went white as you fainted again, your entire body dipped in pain.
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How far had Dark taken you? Anti wasn't so sure, but he had the awful suspicion that you were nowhere in Heresy, the circle that came after Wrath. So then where? Violence? It was his only option.
The green-haired demon began to run. He was glitching the longer he ran, realizing just how...
I'm worried? About what? HER?
He kept on running, his legs would not have stopped even if he tried. Anti had to find you, and he was almost positive that you would be in Dark's house in Violence. And if that was the case... Dark would be there too. The demon's body ached with fiery pain, not quite willing to be torn limb from limb again.
But I've got to... otherwise...
Anti never seemed to tire, but having to run across all of Heresy was wearing him out at long last. He stopped at the gateway, panting and leaning over, eyeing the pair of guard dogs salivating at him. They could smell fear. For once in his centuries-long life, there was real fear. Enveloping himself in smoke he walked through the gate, frowning deeply as the guards growled but did not attack. Would they attack at the next gate, perhaps? He really fucking hoped not.
The moment he stepped through into the next circle his head was filled with memories of past souls he had dragged into Hell. All the torture he had put them through before he sent them to other places, bored with his playthings. But now? He was chasing and trying to rescue a live human, one who was in the hands of the one demon that Anti would have preferred not to cross.
Too fucking late for that.
His black eyes narrowed as he walked on. He knew where Dark's house resided but was unsure of what to expect.
She'll be hurt, that's for sure. He's a bastard of a demon, there's no way he'd let her be there unhurt.
The idea that you might be hurt very badly indeed struck Anti in a way he had only been feeling as of late. There was anger, to be sure. He expected that much.
And why should it end there? I'll kill her myself; at least I--
Wait, no! Fuck!
The demon shook his head vigorously. Violence was one thing, but to imagine tormenting you, after all you had already been through?
Anti slowed to a stop, frowning. That was it, wasn't it? He had become soft. Unwilling to slaughter a stupid human, one that probably should have died a long, long time ago. But you held on for reasons unknown.
At least...
The green-haired demon didn't know if Dark was still with you, dragging you to the very center of Hell. The innermost circle, Treachery. Something that he surely found you guilty of, considering what had been going on as of late. Anti would have been more than happy to take his share of the blame, which may very well have been Dark's plan all along for the two of you. To slaughter the both of you for "cheating" on him.
I won't... I won't fucking let that happen. I won't! I...
I...
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You had regained consciousness, though quite unwillingly. Low, animalistic moans were coming from someplace nearby, full of pain, but in the back of your mind you knew they were your own.
Your demonic boyfriend- if you could still call him that- was nowhere to be found. Properly handicapped, you had no chance of escaping.
Your legs were a torment all their own, and nevermind the whip lashes on your back. The sheets had been bled through, drying to your skin. But your legs, oh God, your fucking legs...
Where is he...?
But who did you mean? Dark, your tormentor for two years, who had done the unthinkable to you time and time again? Or the other demon that you very well may have fallen in love with?
Do I...? Do I love Anti?
The front door to the house was thrown open with a bang, and in one awful instant you knew that Dark had returned.
