I Promise. (Damien x Reader)

Episode 6 - Soft Slumber

You awoke from the place you once were, into a dream. The room slowly built itself up, into the mansion you were once in- with Damien. But, the difference is... there was no one in there. The first thought that came to your conscience is; 'I get to explore!', so- you ran off excitedly through the mansion. You went through the hallway that led to the kitchen, then the dining room, then down a sitting area to a spiral staircase, then down corridors and corridors- getting to know this dreamy environment. It was purely a sight to see. You then found yourself back in the entrance area that you once stood in.

But, there was a man, leaning against the grand stairwell above you. His black blazer gets adjusted by his grayish hands. The cuffs of his sleeves placed so gently around his wrists. "You decided to come?" His eyebrow raises in confusion- but at the same time, curiosity. "I- don't know how I'm here-" You were interrupted by another voice. "Dark, I didn't even know you wished for me to attend." Another man chuckled. You tried to find where the voice came from- but it was easy to find, somehow. A man walked through you- like you were a patch of smoke in dry air.

"Mark, why did you come back. Damien said you were going to take a break from this grand home" Dark turned around, leaning himself over the railing on the stairs- his forearm resting on top of it, holding himself up. He seemed weak, was he injured? "Mark? Whos-" You stood back, not being able to talk. They don't know you're even existent, are you there at all? They continued to snap back at each other- some sinister comments, followed by more sweet and caring. "Why- hello, Mark!" Another person came through the archway. He had an explorers outfit on and a wide mustache.

"Wilford, glad to see you!" Mark smiled at him, endearingly walking towards him with a grand gesture- especially to those three; a hug. Wilford patted Marks back before letting him go. "I miss our old times, us three hanging out in this... this wonderful abode" Wilford expresses. Mark nods, giving him a sly smirk. "Maybe, we should have an outing- with everyone here. A nice party!" Mark arose to the idea from after a few seconds. "Do we want... to let in visitors?" Dark scrunched up his eyebrows into confusion and concern. "One night, Dark. One night." Wilford finally looked up at Dark, with pleading eyes. "Fine." He grumbled, walking out of the room to his office down the hall.

The room went quiet, dark, empty. Other footsteps and commotion left the room as Mark began to ramble on with Wilford in the kitchen. You fell back onto a long sofa behind you. Your head was dizzy, the silence draining every emotion out of you. "Miss?" A man said, standing a few feet from you. You glance up at him in superstition. It was Mark, concerned. He wasn't looking at you, but another lady that was walking down the stairway. "Yes?" She asked. "Celine, why don't you attend our party next week? Damien will be visiting." Mark smirked, earning a hint of a smile from Celine.

"Uh- sure..." Celine nodded and walked out of the doorway, leading to the outdoors. Who was she? Will we see her again? Time seemed to whirl around you as if you were in the middle of the tornado. People walked around you briskly, as they sped up. A few seconds later - it finally slowed down. The sun had set. Mark was on the ground, leaning against the wall- his head resting on his knees. There were brief sobs, muffled by the outfit he had on. It was casual, black pants and a jacket. You quickly walk over to him, sitting down on your knees. "Mark?" You tilt your head. No response. "MARK!" You assert, but this time with your heart and soul. He lifted his head, turning to your direction, but staring at the wooden floor beneath you. His eyes watered, the salt irritating his skin on his cheeks.

"Who's there."

He was hurt. "What happened." You look at him, his reddened eyes trying to find who was in the room. "Who are you." He whimpered. You sigh in frustration. If only you could be there, in person. Not some dream. "I'm dreaming. This has to be a dream" He muttered. "No, Mark. I'm dreaming. This is my dream." You pause. "How can I be here for you Mark." You finally ask. "Just tell me your name." He looks around, finally glances at your eyes. Mark looked away immediately, resting his head on the wall. "Just got in an argument with somebody." He started.

"Dark and I- we are brothers... but we need breaks sometimes. This home keeps us trapped together, and god knows that isn't good." Mark shook his head in disappointment. "His anger, really got to me this time. I don't know what's going to happen next. What about the get-together we're going to have?" He spats on. "I just don't get it. Now he won't face me..." Mark finally finishes. His rant led him to exhaustion. All of his emotions spilled out like a vase crashing onto the ground. You lean your head onto his. "I'm sorry Mark." It is all you could think of saying.

As who knows- this is just a dream after all. Whatever you say wouldn't affect him on a personal level- as you're dreaming, would it? "﹍﹍, you need to go. I'll be fine. Wake up." He turned his head to your direction. The words 'wake up' fade in and out of your mind, your surroundings fading out into utter darkness.

"Wake up."

a/n: hey guys. sorry for the late post! i slowly have been writing this piece, as my mind has been focusing elsewhere. to make it up to ya- i decided to make this a longer chapter. hope you enjoy!