[Crowley Eusford x Reader] Can Love be Forgotten?

Chapter 4: Nuance or Savior?

It's that feeling again-- the melancholy feeling I felt 7 years ago. Never did I think that I'd get to feel this specific emotion again. The feeling of being robbed of your loved ones and the feeling of the utterly futile.

Once again, I am the only one alive.

Where do I flee if it's the humans who I need to escape from? Who do I ask for help? I am too fragile to be alone in this disorderly world. Is it worth staying alive anymore?

*thud*

Shusaku's corpse falls dully in front of my eyes, a body that was just full of life and beauty. I crawl over, desperately trying to wake him from his deep, eternal slumber.

"Shusaku, please don't leave me. Shusaku, I-- I'm sorry I-, " I cup his palm as I quiver in anguish.

"Don't worry, you'll see them soon," I hear General Kureto speak from a distance. I look back and see his unbothered, entertained self shine a big, bright grin. A fucking devil.

Chains erupt and come shooting at an alarming speed, but I ignore it. Instead, I aim my pistols at General Kureto.

"Fucking piece of shit, DIE," I let out a wail and pull the trigger.

As my bullets go roaring at him, the chains come directly at me. I'll accept death only if I can take me with you, Kureto.

I shut my eyes to bear the imminent pain, but I am hastily taken off the ground.

Is this what death feels like? Being picked off the ground and soaring through the air?

"What a close one! Didn't think you'd give up so easily," a familiar voice coos into my ear. I promptly open my eyes and see... Crowley Eusford, who's holding me in his arms as he diverts from the chaos to an empty part of the airport. Why would he, out of all, do such a thing? This is unexpected. Also, my plan was to die. I wanted to mark an end to this miserable, meaningless life where everyone kills each other for self-satisfaction and for other selfish reasons. I wanted to see my friends again.

"Just-- just why did you save me..." I burst out in tears, in disbelief. "I don't want to live anymore. I don't want to feel this shitty feeling anymore," I say as I cry into his shoulder. I hate showing my vulnerable side, but I am completely broken. I try to regulate my uncontrolled breathing and shaky body, but I can't help it.

"Oh... I- I guess I misread the room. I honestly thought I'd get a thank you. My bad?" He gently puts me down on the ground.

"Oh my, Crowley! Who is this? Your girlfriend?" A white-haired vampire inspects me with a sly smile on his face.

"Hi! My name's Ferid Bathory and are those your friends that just got murdered? Sheesh, that must suck. My condolences," he reaches out for my hand and kisses it. "By the way, your face looks so puffy... Ugh, have you been crying?" He scoffs. He has to be the worst person, I mean vampire, I've ever met.

"Ferid... please," Crowley shakes his head, "you know humans, unlike us, feel emotions. Her friends just got killed, cut her some slack," he pleads.

"But her blood smells so good! Isn't that why you brought her over here? I could use some right about now," Ferid says as he flashes his fangs.

I kneel down and cover my face as tears continue to roll down my flustered cheeks. I already feel like an embarrassing loser who lost all her friends and now I have to be treated as an useless blood-bag too?

It feels like there's a hole in the middle of my chest, or-- or as if I'm being crushed by a giant boulder. Where do I even begin to cope with this loss? Can I live through it again? I really don't think I can. I should probably kill myself, but...

"Ferid! Look what you did! And no, that is not why I saved her. I promised her that we'd fight again, but.." Crowley glances over at me, "Leave her alone," Crowley frets and Ferid shrugs in response. The two continue to observe the battleground.

*BOOM*

I look up and notice the full-on diabolical war that the humans started against... who? The airport is in complete chaos and shambles as smoke arises. I see a black figure, almost like Yuu's berserk form, fighting the huge angel-like figure with trumpets. What is even real anymore? Pillars of salt erupt from the ground, feeling like an 8.0 magnitude earthquake. The black-figure slices the angel in half and the black-figure returns to its original form.

Yuu...?

"Wow, the humans have done it again! That's two Seraph of the End now, Crowley." Ferid applauds.

Seraph of the End...? What are they talking about?

I notice Shinoa and her squad, although Yu unconscious on Yoichi's back, running towards my direction. Knowing that I have some people I know that are still alive, some weight lifts off my shoulders. I guess I'm not completely alone...

"I--- I should go. Thank you... Crowley," I stand up to give him a proper acknowledgment for saving my life... again.

"You'll have to return the favor another time," He responds.

"Ahhhh, Mikaela! My sweet child, have you come to see me?" Ferid chirps.

"Ferid, shut up! Why do you have this human with you," Mikaela snaps.

"What! Why do you think it's always me who's kidnapping people. That's actually Crowley's," Ferid says.

"Hey, I actually saved her from getting killed by her own species," Crowley appeals.

"Sergeant (Y/N), please come with us. We seceded from the Japanese Imperial Demon Army and we have to go now. We would appreciate your assistance," Shinoa says, gasping for breath. I hesitate to answer. I feel guilty running away from this battlefield where my precious friends were killed, but I know I can't do anything right now. I have this burning urge to avenge my dear friends, but that would be an act of nuance to Shinoa's squad since they're begging to leave, and I don't want them to leave without me.

I feel selfish, but I'll have to choose the path to surviving again since frankly, I am still alive.

"Let's go," I say, holding back the tears.

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