I Promise. (Damien x Reader)

Episode 22 - From Demon to Demon...

TW - Blood & Violence

Celine tried to squirm out of Damiens grasp - but no luck. "We'll be free- today. It'll be done." Darks' eyes glow with hope- turning into more of a dark brown tone rather than the pitch-black orbs that he had originally. "Bring her upstairs, we will do it there," Wilford grumbled. Damien nodded- throwing Celine on his back, still holding her by her waist.

"Put me down, Damien! What are you doing?" Celine screamed. You watched her in disbelief, but also a little guilt - she's just gonna die. But, she did fuck up their lives- for the past few centuries. So, she deserves it. Damien sets her down on a chair in a spare wooden room- with nothing inside it. It seems like it hasn't been used in decades.

Cobwebs were growing around each corner- wood panels along the walls began to strip off- and the light had quite a few moths flying around it. The wooden chair in the middle of the hollow room is where Celine sat. You hustled up the stairs to go inside. "Oh - darling, you shouldn't be in here." Wilford walked in, squeezing by you.

"Dark and I have it covered- we can deal with it from here." He added. "Damien can sit with you while you wait!" You nodded, feeling kind of left out. You glance back at Celine for a few seconds- her face pleaded to be let out, to be saved. But you knew it was deserved.

You walk out - Damien holding your hand as you walk down the stairs into the foyer. "Is it going to be quick?" You look up to see Damiens beautiful brown eyes. He seemed to be in as much shock as you are. "With it being Wilford who's doing the job - it probably will be a bit of torture before he does the final... bang," Damien mutters.

You nod- looking down as you rest on the couch- leaning your head onto his shoulder. "You okay angel? You seem a bit stressed." He sighed, nuzzling his head into yours. "Well- not really, but there must be a lot of things on your mind huh." You sigh. "Yes, but I wanna make sure you're okay."

"But I wanna make sure you're okay." You coo.

Darks POV:

It was time, I could be free- Wilford and Damien... We will all be ourselves just in a matter of time. I wouldn't mind stabbing at her a little bit- watching her blood drip onto the wooden floors. I haven't been this excited in weeks.

Wilford restrained Celine to a chair with a rope that was seemingly lying around. I decided to help out by snapping a knife into existence. I held the knife in my hands- spinning it around like a little toy. "Beautiful thing, isn't it?" You teased- walking towards Celine.

TW

"A knife- so simple, small and succulent- but so dangerous. It can end your life in an instant, don't you think?" I grinned. Celine gulped- feeling the cutting edge of the cold pocket knife against her throat. I kneeled down and looked up at Wilford.

"You were so beautiful, how- I could be blinded by your beauty." Wilford gasped. "But I was also blinded by your nonsense- your witchcraft. "You were only blinded by simple old tricks- tricks of childs play you... toddler. You baby!" Celine screamed. She gasped for air- but got a little slit from the blade.

"Don't move darling- or it will just get worse and worse." I huffed. "I can see why I could've been so oblivious, but why did you have to make Mark suffer- for my mistakes. What made you choose to hurt Mark like no other- to make us. We are mistakes- and always have been." Will sighed.

"I told you this before-" "I KNOW YOU DID!" Wilfords' voice boomed throughout the mansion- leaving a cold and eerie silence that no one could fill. "I know you did." He mutters. Tears were growing at the corners of his eyes- dripping down every now and then.

"You messed up my whole life- ruined it like no other." "Will- I-" "SHUT UP," Will shouted. "Just kill her." He looked at me - and I sighed. I let the blade dig deeper and deeper into her neck- she struggles to bleed, soon to pass out from the blood loss. My hands were covered in crimson.

The blood seeped into the floorboards- some popping up from such decay. "Sleep tight." I looked down at the ground. She slowly went limp- unable to make noise, unable to move. She was gone. Wilford and I felt a lump in our hearts- a growing pain, it burned.

TW OVER

"You think I can go without doing one last thing, could you?" Her voice echoed throughout the room, though- it didn't come from her body. It was from a dark shadow in the room. "I connected myself to Dark a long long time ago- so in case he decided to do this to me, I would get a little payback."

"So, sit back- relax, because that's all you'll be doing sweetheart." She mocked. "Because, you're coming with me, partner. From demon to demon. We're stuck." She fades away. Wilfords' pain only lasted temporarily - but I collapsed onto the floor. I couldn't breathe- move, or anything.

My heart felt like it was being pulled out of my chest- and plunged back in again, and again, and again. It was horrifying- meeting death over and over. "Will- I knew this wasn't a good plan," I mutter, gripping onto the cuffs of his pants.

"Dark- what is going on?!" Wilford exclaims, his hands gripping onto Darks' Shoulders. "Nothing- nothing, she's just come to get me." My breathing slowed- a few moments of euphoria, paralyzed to the ground. But, ____ walked in.

"Is it done- DARK!" She rushes over to my side.