My Shadow

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This is a longer than what I usually write so I hope it's to everyone's taste. I hope y'all enjoy. Thank you for the countless love and support.🖤🖤🖤🖤
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Laurent sat beside the hospital bed staring at his baby sleeping peacefully. He glared at the marks still left on his body. His love bites and his personal mark swelled his chest with pride but the obvious burn marks and the raised healed cuts that littered the boy's body offended him. And now he's added to those ugly scars. He nearly lost him, a thought that never crossed his mind and yet here the demon was, cringing each time Larry struggled through two broken ribs for breath. His head bandaged with an evident bloodstain on the front. Laurent has completely forgotten how fragile humans were so it absolutely sent him into a panic when Larry fainted after he told him he loved him and that's how they ended up in this room with Larry in a decent VIP room.

It amazed him how much he didn't care when he first found Larry, chained to the floor and shivering from the coldness of his own blood and the basement but now just thinking of those things made him so angry that he could slit the throats of this entire town a thousand times over and it still wouldn't quench his thirst.

Laurent stared at the man responsible for watching him alternate his weight in anxiousness. Laurent would have killed him but his mind blanked hard when Larry passed out. But now, he has time.

"How shall I deal with you?" He spoke in his native tongue. His unhurried tone and bored expression cause the man to panic more. It was never good when Abanoub was this calm.

"My King... i-it was an accident. I didn't think he..."

"Exactly, you didn't think." Abanoub glared, using his powers to corner the man and slowly take the air out of that area. "I could stop your heart from within you. I could tear you in half with my bare hands. I could even use my personal sword to cut you a thousand times and let you bleed out. But that doesn't seem to be enough."

The man grasps his throat, his vision blurring while Laurent's voice rang loud in his head. The chilling distortion of his natural voice caused the demon to panic more. He screamed when Laurent chuckled darkly and expressed his eureka moment. "I think you've caught on. What's more fun than killing? Simply driving someone insane slowly. Watching the light in their eyes die as they dive deep into madness. I haven't done it in a while so I must say," Laurent crackled a heavy smile with his eyes a violent red, "I'm a little rusty. It'll be a little painful but I think you can handle it."

Abanoub raised a large hand in a scissor motion. He watched in faux awe as he snipped the air effectively snipping the vocal cords of the demon on the other side of the room. Abanoub closed his eyes as he relaxed into his chair, soaking in the extra power he got from the fear tumbling from the man's body, the gurgling sound from his throat brought Abanoub a small patch of joy. "Can't have you waking up my baby with that horrible sound of yours?"

"This is my favorite part," Laurent smiles gracefully, "you see, making someone go mad is as easy as letting them into my mind. Letting them see and hear as I do. I must say that it is truly a so-called blessing and a curse. The things I witness daily is something you could never handle even for a demon it's too much. I can't explain it," He bit his lips and giggled, "let me give you a sneak peek."

Laurent closed his eyes and pushed out his mind to the one in the corner. The man's eyes rolled back as the heaviness hit him. It was a void. A vacuum of space filled with random dark voices which seemed to be the God himself, accompanied by millions of human minds talking loud and all at once. Then sporadic visions of evil flashed. War, death, blood, hell. The emotions of hunger, loss, and anger overpowered his body, all foreign and not from his own body. All at once, everything seemed endless and expanding. The man couldn't find himself, his own thoughts drowned by the taunting of the Devil.