Scarian Collab Fics

"Every End Of A Story Is A New Beginning For Another." - Angst

By: AHyperFerret, BarnowlNiza, _mochii112_, 1TheShadow1, Eteriiii, VintageBee_, and One_Pan_Band

Grian sat on a bench near his house, taking in nature's fresh air as he did, hiding his... noticeable features, such as horns... he shook his head, not thinking about the fiery pits he'd escape as he peacefully sat, looking down at his commutator and looking through a few things, not noticing scar until the other man tapped his shoulder.

At the touch, Grian snapped his head up, calming down when he saw just his best friend scar, smiling lightly "Hey Scar, whatcha doing?" He asked, waiting impatiently for a lively response, seeing his friend's excited expression.

"I just got called for a demon hunt!" Scar shared excitedly.

"Oh... that's great!" Grian couldn't share the same excitement that Scar had, not able to stand the thought of his brethren being hunted and killed.

In fact, he was also afraid, knowing that he too, would be killed if he were to be found out. 'Demon hunting'. That couldn't have been a term that was used lightly.

"What's the matter? You don't seem particularly excited?" Scar spoke with the slightest hint of a sigh, taking a seat next to his friend. "It's going to be thrilling. Are you not excited?"

Grian bit his lip. As Scar scooted closer, the blonde subtly shifted away. He was suddenly feeling conscious of the wings that weighed heavy on his back, though invisible to others. "It'll be dangerous, won't it?"

Scar scoffed in a teasing manner. "I don't think you of all people should be telling me about danger." Grian laughed softly in response, causing Scar to grin, glad that his friend seemed to be mostly alright.

However, just as quickly as the tension had eased, it had returned. Grian let out a soft sigh. "Why do you even want to... hunt demons?"

Scars eyes darkened at the question, and he looked away.

After a short and awkward silence, Scar turned back, looking Grian straight in the eyes.

When he finally spoke, his voice came out uncharacteristically cold.

"They killed my parents for no reason other than for the fun of it. They were the ones that gave me all of my scars. They tried to kill me, leaving me in a pool of my own blood to die a slow and painful death. I'm only repaying the favour."

There was a stunned silence, before Scar abruptly got up and left, leaving Grian alone with his own thoughts to think about what Scar has just told him.

Grian sat there, thinking about what just happened

Was he the one who did this to Scar?

He blinked a couple of times, surely not! Right? He thought back to his childhood, there was this one time...

"Fuck"

Grian felt the guilt like it was a sucker punch to the stomach. He felt the need to apologize, but then...

Grian shook away the thought. It was better to keep it secret- for everyone's sake. If he told a single soul then there was no doubt he'd be dead in a second.

"It's totally going to be fine. Yeah. No consequences whatsoever." Grian said, trying to convince himself that might actually be true.

"What's going to be fine?"