Hell's Queen

Reaper

No!

My Geno, My Queen will never be worse than a Demon! But I'll be damned if Life tries to take him away!

"I-Impossible!" The old hag shouted, her gold eyes wide with fear... The same fear she had when I first discovered my powers.

A cruel chuckle left him, his body flickering... Turning into the demon I saw his eyes become.

"Really?~" His voice turned song like. "Then how am I like this? When a side has yet to picked?"

At his words, his friends pulled away and moved toward him, their faces numb and bland.

Life's body was so stiff that it looked as though she had become a statue.

"H-How?" She whispered. "Th-This..."

"Not possible?" Geno scoffed again. "What happened to me, was my hell... And the monster who had caused it... I wanted him to feel every bit of my pain..." The dead skeleton gave a rough laugh. "Want to know what I did to him?"

None of us could move, specially the Angels... They all were frozen.

And then Geno told us... Told us in great detail how he broke the mad monster's bones... How he forced them to endure shocks of actual lightening... He described the thing's screams, how the blood ran down his hands as he killed anyone who tried to stop him... How he didn't care who got hurt, just as long as his torturer was punished...

It made me sick... And I've dealt with a lot of sick people and thoughts... But what my Queen did...

How did we not know? How was someone so cruel able to hide from us?

"I'm sorry, my Queen..."

He looked at me, and I nearly winced.

That one eye, it was so dead... So hopeless, it was like he wanted to die again... That monster hurt him so much...

"For what?" He tilted his head, his lips pulling into a smile that was lifeless and evil. "You weren't the one who created him. You weren't the one who gave me the hope of justice. You weren't suppose to be something someone prayed to for help." He snarled the last part, turning his head back to the goat woman. "I prayed... Dear, fucking God, did I pray for help."

The others finally changed the expressions... Blue's was anger, Dream's was sadness and Ink's guilt... They all were looking towards Life.

"We all prayed to a God, that didn't even show a sign they cared about sixty children being experimented on, or forced to kill innocent people." Geno shook his head. "None of us are innocent... And out of the sixty that were there... Only seven have ever came back." The one eyed skeleton chuckled. "Make that three I guess."

I felt my wings tense, my body wanted to lurch forward and just... hold him close... To hold him to me...

And I went with it.

I pulled him to my chest, pushing my head into his neck, trying to keep him here... To keep him with me...

His body went rigid, but I wasn't going to let go... I wouldn't... I never shall...

"Let go, Reaper." He muttered, his voice dull.

I shook my head. No, he needed me.

"Reaper." His voice grew heavier...

"No..." I muttered, tightening my hold.

His tense body, grew tenser, almost... to a board...

Then I thrown away from him, maybe the minute I hit the ground, the area was spiked.

My Geno no where to be seen... But a familiar cackle filling the air. A darkness that was like a plague... A plague with little hope of escaping.