ℂorruption➼ Devil Louis & Dark Angel Niall

❉ Chapter 13 ❉

U N E D I T E D

Just a note to say that at the end there's a bit of ooh laa laaaa and uhm stuff where two people become intimate *laughs awkwardly*. (It isn't too mature because more is coming up next chapter). I've never written this kind of stuff so please comment what you think and vote if you want to see what happens in the next chapter ok now fuck off and read this damn terrible story ily and jks you're beautiful you don't have to read it.

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A dream.

That's all it was.

A dream.

It was not real. No child was vaccinated with the sorrows of death, and there was not a darkned angel that reasoned my insecurities.

And, although it was not real, a heavy sensation of fright errupted in my stomach.
It was as though I was falling.

Falling down towards a bottomless pit of darkness. I was not capable of pondering on the situation. My mind was in an obscure position, unable to react fast enought. And, although the course through oblivion seemed so bizarre, I couldn't help but believe the hallucinations my mind offered.

It was as if two bloody hands held my neck mercilessly. My hands would tremble as my fingers pried them off, but, the further I fell, the tighter their hold became. My lungs were on fire. I couldn't breathe, and I could only choke on empty atmosphere to regain my life. My clothes tightened against me skin. My fingers trembled as they ripped them off. But, even so, my skin was drying, tightening against my weak muscles. I was numb, but all the while, pain was all I could feel. Emotionally, and physically.

Help me! I would shout in deperation. As I fell, It seemed as though there was nothing at the bottom to stop me.

Please! I would scream even louder, and the more I begged, the more I could sense the low, familair chuckles that echoed on nothingness. The voices didn't frighten me, not anymore, but they did encite an army of shudders to run down my spine. The low chuckles were infatuated with my cries for help. They continued to worsen, but I only wanted to awaken. I didn't know where I was, or what I was experiencing. I wasn't even sure if I was on the verge of death, or already a lifeless body.

My head turned when a piercing scream rang through my ears.

"Please don't hurt her! I beg you, take my life. But not hers!" A vision was implanted in my mind. Of a man, and a woman, with a child holding onto her leg. All three eyes were wide in horror, cast on something specific.
A person.
The child's fingers were slipping from the woman's dress-covered leg, but he continued to cling on as his breaths shook heavily. His face was wide, baby-ish, soft to the touch, and his cheeks were glossy, covered in tears as heat reddened the skin. His eyes glistened beautifully, a glint of intimidation peaking through them as he blinked several times.

"I warned you," a voice said bluntly through the sound of wood against destructive flames.

The Devil.

"Please, don't hurt either of them," the man begged, his hands clamped together as he stole several looks towards the woman. She was beautiful, leaving blonde hair to cascade down her back and a face of purity for me to smile upon, but her expression destroyed her image completely. Her furrowed eyebrows represented exhaustion and fear, and her lips trembled while she watched the man beg for her and the child's life.

"Who said I would hurt them?" the devil chuckled as he neared the man. "Maybe I feel the need to destroy all three of you." He glanced towards the fire at the end of the room. "How would you feel about being the souls' next meal." The man - who obviously knew the meaning of his words - shook his head vigorously, chest heaving unevenly. As he neared the woman and her child, he tripped over his own feet, but quickly picked himself up in embarassment. No one reacted to his clumsiness, but the devil only sighed in disappointment.