I Promise. (Damien x Reader)

Episode 23 - Collateral Damage

Your POV:

I rush to his side- not knowing what's happening. I managed to push over Wilford- resting my hands on his chest as I look into his eyes. His orbs screamed with pain. "N-No, it's okay ____. I'm fine." He grunts, trying to not move out of agony.

"It's obviously not, Dark---" You mutter, trying to see where he was in pain. There were no wounds. "It was karma for killing Celine-" Wilford began. You didn't realize you were next to her lifeless body. "Turns out she's a demon- and cursed him so she wouldn't be so... alone, I think." He paced, not knowing what to do.

"He's going to die."

"No, no no no-" Your pleads to turn into screams, pounding your fist onto the floorboards next to him. "You can't- you won't. You have the life to live, what you always wanted, you miss the opportunity to have the family you needed. Dark, you can't do this!"

Dark closed his eyes- listening to you intently, trying to not cry. "It's fine, ___. I mean it. This was bound to happen. I was collateral damage." Dark states. "Maybe I wasn't meant to have a family - maybe I wasn't meant to be alive in the first place, I was a mistake in a sick spell. I'm not meant to be here."

"You're worth everything, Dark!" You plead, your tears falling onto his blazer. "You can't do this, you will not die!" You cry. Your voice became raspy from the constant screams. Damien rushes behind you- slowly wrapping his arms around your waist.

"W-what are you doing?" You ask, glancing behind you - trying to kick him away. "It's for the best, darling." His voice was hoarse- he has obviously been tearing up. "Best? What is going on?" You plead, not knowing what's bound to happen. "He's just going to suffer, do you want him to do that?"

You shook your head in response. "Wilford- I'll get her in her room, you can do it." Wilford nodded, stepping back from Dark. "Don't worry, ____. I'll be right here, right here." He weakly patted his chest where his heart would be if he was human.

"Just think of me, and I'm there- anytime you need me, I'm right there." Dark tries to comfort you with his words- but it only brought more pain. Damien backs up to the door- slowly bringing you out. Dark waves, with a soft smile and looks at you- barely able to rest on his elbows. You try to cling your hands onto the doorway- but no luck.

Damien brings you into your room, setting you on your bed. You cling to his body, as he holds you tightly. Your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, tears streaming down his suit. His hand rubs your back. Your sobs were muffled by his suit.

"I read this book- with poems and songs along the pages. I know this one that could help us all..." Damien began.

"It's okay, my butterfly." He hums.

There was a cock of the gun in the nearby room. He covered your ears- digging his face into your shoulder. His breaths heaved every now and then.

"But sometimes- butterflies have to fly away." He spoke, stuttering as he tried to remain calm.

There was a scream of agony- as a gunshot noise echoed across the mansion.

"It's okay, my butterfly."

Silence.