The contract (Discontinued)

Chapter 3- Packing shit up

Heads up! This chapter an maybe the next chapter will be somewhat of filler chapters? I hope y'all be ok with that!

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Tw: graphic description of something mildly disturbing, cursing, mentions if demonic things, mention of Remus, possible death, Tell me if I need to put more! Stay safe!
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Virgil was trying to get his breathing in check as he heard Gerard Way's and Frank Iero's vocals flood his ears. Virgil had no idea what was happening or what Roman was doing but he didn't want to risk opening his eyes or taking off his headphones in fear of what he would see. Hey, the guy's a demon, he could be knotting them into a pretzel for all he knows.

Virgil took in a deep breath and focused on the lyrics or the sound of the guitar, bass, drums, anything that would distract him. This continued on for two songs until he felt a tap on his shoulder. Virgil flinched slightly but he opened up his eyes to see Roman with a gentle smile on his face. Virgil let out a sigh in relief and paused his music and took off his headphones.

"So, you feel any better, dewdrop?" Roman asked, extending his hand so Virgil could take it and stand up. Virgil held onto the Demon's hand and stood up, not noticing or able to see the sight Roman was covering with his height and muscular build.

"I guess..." Virgil shrugged, slipping his hand out of Roman's and stuffed them in his hoodie pockets, "That's good to know," Roman said, moving slightly, allowing Virgil to get a glimpse of what was behind him. Was that a leg? Virgil narrowed his eyes and nudged Roman away, to which the demon stepped aside easily.

Virgil's eyes widened slightly at the sight before him, on the floor were his abusers, their bodies twitching, eyes black, dark liquid continuously falling and dripping down, staining the plain creme carpet underneath them. They weren't blinking and their mouths were moving rapidly as if they were chanting something but nothing, no noise, came out of their mouths.

If this were to be shown to 12-year-old Virgil, he would've been pretty traumatized but right now, Virgil the 17-year-old was only mildly shocked and conflicted. One part of him was happy that they got this, that they finally suffer and pay for all the torture they've done to him but the other part of him was somewhat pitying them. Although they did abuse him on almost all scales, they were human beings too- shitty ones but still human nonetheless. Yet he was curious about how they ended up that way, in his own, weird, kind of way.

"Hey Roman?"

"Yes, dear?"

"What exactly did you do to them?"

"Well, " Roman started with a smile, "At first I considered contorting their bodies like you humans seem to make us do in movies but I thought against it and made them see what they did to unforgivable sinners in the underworld, then I made them experience the pain and torture that they suffer in there- although it had no physical Impact to their bodies in the real world but it's almost as painful as it could get for them with their mortal brains processing it- and then I decided that I'd also corrupt some of their vital organs for the fun of it," Roman explained, looking pleased with himself.

Roman crouched down and poked their faces, "Although this could count as merciful compared to my brother. He's in charge of torturing these types of people down there." Roman's eyes lit up slightly, "They have a few hours until their brains give up, making them brain dead or they wake up all insane and get sent to the asylum or die due to their corrupted organs,"

Virgil nodded, slowly absorbing the information Roman had given him until he had a sudden realization.

"You have a brother?"