The Human Race | Darkiplier X Reader

| EIGHTY-FIVE |

Y/n's POV

We spend the next couple weeks caring for the wounded and training even harder. Every day is filled with training so hard that you just pass out at the end of the day. I didn't get to see much of anyone I knew over the weeks. Everyone was just so busy with their training, that we've been in complete different sides of Caila's Rebel Camp. Abbie never did come back from the house. We all just assumed that worst for her. They wouldn't kill her; she would be tortured until she gave away the location of the Rebel Camps. We have to keep training to win this war. We must avenge her and the others we've lost already. Battles and attacks have already been going on throughout the city. We've lost a lot of people. It's getting close to when it's our turn to lead a major attack.

My eyelids feel heavy and I stumble my way to my room. This place reminds me in a lot of ways like The Systems. The walls are made of stone and so are the floors. Large tunnels lead to different rooms for different things. I even don't wear my shoes when walking around the camp to really feel at home. I'm about to crash right into my bed in the Sleeping Hall when I notice Dark isn't back from his training yet. I frown and then lie down in the cold and empty bed.

One thing I don't miss is the sad excuse for beds down in The Systems.

I snuggle up under the warm blanket and pull it close to my face. It smells like Dark. Immediately I feel comforted. My eyes close and I'm about to doze off into a deep sleep when there's a tap on my shoulder. I'm too tired to jump, so I just roll over to face the person instead.

"Get up." Dark tells me. I groan and roll away from him. "Y/n." He slightly shakes me. "Nooo."

I hear a sigh and think he's gonna go away when I'm suddenly lifted from the bed. I give a quick yelp, only to be shushed by Dark. He sets me down so I'm standing in front of him. Crossing my arms, I shoot the man a glare.

"What?" He smiles innocently at me before holding out a glass bottle about the size of a shot glass. "Drink this." I take the bottle from his hand and hold it up to my face to get a better look. "What is it?" I ask, clearly irritated. "It'll kill your sleepiness for about an hour." Exhaling, I open it and drink it's contents. After a few seconds a burst of energy hits me. "Now this way!"

Dark takes hold of my hand and runs out the Sleeping Hall, dragging me behind. He leads me down various hallways until the room we enter looks familiar. It's the Dinning Hall. The whole place is lit up with candles that give the air a pleasant scent. My eyes widen as Dark pulls me inside and leads me to the large center table. We take a seat only to be met with two people placing plates in front of us. I look up just in time to see Mark and someone else walk away.

"Happy birthday Y/n." My eyes widen. "Wait, but my birthday is tomorrow." I say, confused now. "No it isn't." Dark shows me his watch thing and it says on it:

12:00am

I smile. "We're having your favorite." I glance down at my plate for the first time to see f/f (favorite food) sitting on it. "You really shouldn't have." Dark just shakes his head. "I love you so much Y/n," He tells me. "I wanted this to be special." My smile only grows larger. "I love you too."

We both dig into our food and our conversation jumps all over the place. It goes from on us, to on our friends, to the new people we've met, to Lucifer.

"Who's his wife and where is she?" I ask. "I saw a painting of him and her in his room one time." Dark listens closely. "He told me they weren't meant to be together and that they have tons of kids." I finish. Dark sits in thought for a moment. "Demons." He says. "We're his children. He created us." I frown. "But I don't think so." I counter. "The way he was acting..." I trail off. "How did she look?" He asks. I shake my head. "I can't remember. All I can remember is how beautiful she was." Dark nods. "Well you have to remember that Lucifer use to be an Angel. That means that he could have been married before falling from Heaven." I nod. "You're probably right." I agree. "Maybe she was just some angel who lost her husband." I then notice that my plate is empty. "Ready?" He questions. I raise an eyebrow. "For what?" He smiles. "Well we have about twenty minutes before your potion wears off and you get really tired again." He says. "So let's go!"