Duality

Chapter 3

     An: Crude language. Domestic abuse. Sexual contract.

You had to gather a few things and one of them was really going to be an issue. You had the black salt, the seagull feathers, and the hair from your teacher. What you needed was the tears of a mortal. You couldn't use yours. Not since you had passed your Rites. You only qualified as half human now and would live longer than the average person. And you doubted either man counted as mortal anymore. Sean- er.....Anti had said it himself that Mark and Sean were doomed to live forever now.

You racked your brain. How could you get proper tears? You were startled from your place on the basement floor by a knock on the front door. You scrambled up the stairs and raced to open it, but Anti got there first and switched over to Sean who looked really nervous. "Play it cool, he said." Sean whispered to you before opening the door to reveal Bob.

You did your best to stand behind Bob, trying to act normal. He hesitated as if sensing something was off. He always was extremely observant. "I'm here to film another part to Skate 3 with Mark." He raised an eyebrow. "You said you had to go home yesterday. Your plane leave without you or something?"

     Sean laughed nervously as if wondering what he was supposed to say. "Ah, actually... I'm moving in! Yeah. We've decided to start a collaboration channel together in addition to our regular work."

      Now Bob was the one caught off guard. "Well where's Mark? I came all this way to stay a couple days after all."

      "Right here." Mark spoke in such a smooth voice you immediately realized your mistake and turned in horror. Dark was... masquerading. He had turned off his red and blue auras and was wearing more casual clothing, but it was him. Pretending. This was somehow worse than anything else so far. Worse even than the wounds on your stomach. You almost called him out but remembered your newly found place just in time and clamped your mouth shut.

      "Come in, Bob."

X

     A few hours passed and Bob was getting hungry. He casually mentioned this to Mark who got an unusually intense look on his face and excused himself from editing to go downstairs where (Y/n) was. Bob stretched and followed, but stopped around the corner when he heard hushed, angry voices. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, but he soon was.

     "I thought we told you to keep your witchy hands to your witchy s-self. Tsk tsk. You'll have to be punished for this." It was a cruel, feral sounding version of Sean's voice. "Instead we find you plotting to cast spells."

      Was this some kind of role-playing? Foreplay maybe? Why was Sean in on it? Bob scrunched his brow and was turning away to go back upstairs when he heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the unmistakable noise of shock and pain from (Y/n). Then Mark spoke. "You idiotic mortal. I'll not have you blow my plans to secure power in this realm." (Y/n) sniffled. "Now make your friend Bob the best dinner he's ever had or you'll be getting shut in the Attic for a couple days." Bob's skin prickled at the uncomfortable realization he was witnessing domestic abuse and that his own friend was doing it. That it was the last person on Earth he would've ever pegged for such an act.

      He resolved to report this. To not barge in and potentially cause a physical altercation to break out. He snuck back upstairs and tried to act casual when Mark rejoined him for the next video recording. "Dinner's in progress my friend." His jovial tone made Bob feel sick considering what he had heard going on but Bob put on his stage face and continued with the front.

X

     You were washing the dishes when Bob came up silently behind you. "I've got your back. Just hold on." He whispered and went to lay in the guest bedroom. You wondered what he had heard and hoped that he didn't believe you were really a witch. It was a wonder that Sean and Mark still woke up with the kill spell that targeted people with unauthorized knowledge of your magical community. If you had to guess, you would pin this feat on their "roommates". Their partial inhumanity was probably the only thing saving their asses right now. Another problem in getting rid of Anti and Dark.

     You dropped the last dish in the sink and sank to your knees with your back to the cabinet and rubbed your brows. You were tired. Exhausted mentally and emotionally. And the cuts on your belly were getting hot with infection. You needed antibiotics. You quivered like a baby in the light for the first time but did not cry. Anti would like that all too much. You resolved. Maybe you could win the demons over. Get their trust. You stood and wandered upstairs to the studio where Jack was recording a video explaining the move. He joked about Septiplier. Your heart twisted remembering that the demons were using their host bodies to literally fuck.

     You continued on to the room you used to share with Mark in love before this incident. Dark sat bleeding red and blue into the air. "What is it, you foul creature?" He calmly shot poison into your heart at the sound of Mark's voice being so mean to you. Your winced.

     "You need me to keep you here. You know if I die you split from this realm. So get me medicine or I'll off myself." You had your moment of bravery and wondered if it was too much immediately. Dark put down the pen he was writing with and turned to look at you in silence with an eyebrow raised.

     He steepled his fingers under his chin and spoke in a bone chilling voice that had no resemblance to his host. It was better that way you felt. "Fine. But in return for my...care you're going to become our plaything in the bedroom." Your throat closed up. You didn't want to be with Sean physically and especially not now with the demons. "Anti already claimed you as property. In our realm that's as good as marriage. A contract. And he wants you to start joining us in bed." Dark's smile grew cruel and sharp. "We may even become nicer. If you survive."

     You swallowed thickly and nodded with what little strength your shell shocked limbs possessed. "Ok." Your voice was tiny and meek like your feelings, before they welled up in bravery. This was what you wanted. A chance to get close. Get into their defenses. This was going to be ok.