Why Have I Done This??? (Lams Oneshots)

His Little Soul

A/N - What even is this train wreck

Third Person's View

   The King of Hell. Feared by all and loved by none, or so everyone thought.

Alexander's POV

   "Please! Stop it! I'm sorry! I'll do better!" I cried as the man hit me again. 
   "You fucking runt!" He threw me to the floor and I fell against the cool stone. He kicked me and I yelped as the pain in my ribs flared up. "You can have dinner when you finish cleaning the room." 
   "Y-yes, sir."
   "One more infraction and the King will deal with you as he sees fit." I whimpered as the man left and started to sit up. I wiped the blood off my lip and struggled to stand up. This is Hell. I was damned here six months ago. The souls who work in the palace are treated the worst by the demons who over see the castle. They make sure things get done and keep everything in line so the King doesn't get angry. If you anger the King...well, no one's lived to tell the tale. 
   "Alexander! Get up!" Eliza gushed. "You're going to get in more trouble." I managed to stand and huffed. "Are you alright?" I nodded slowly and began cleaning. Eliza sighed and went back to her cleaning. My ribs burned but I ignored it and pushed through. I did not want to anger the King.

John's POV 

   "ENOUGH!" I bellowed, the throne room fell quiet. Everyone stared up at me, cowering and shriveling in fear. "I do not want to hear another word of this. Tomorrow I will go see the issue for myself and determine the state of the sixth circle. Dismissed."
   "But, sir-" 
   "Did you not fucking hear me?" I growled, the meek demon shrinking in his spot. "Dis-" I snapped my fingers. "-missed." The demon erupted in dust and I glared at the other demons. They scrambled from the room and I sighed. I reclined on the throne and closed my eyes. I was tired. I just wanted a break but a break was going to be an option. I couldn't take off from the throne and no one was here to listen to my problems. I just wanted a friend. Even the King of Hell wanted a friend. Is that too much to ask?

Maybe.

Alexander's POV

   The pain in my ribs burned so badly I could barely stand, let alone pick the berries in the field. "Hamilton!" A demon bellowed, I flinched and tried to pick berries faster. "You sack of shit! Step it up!" I felt the string of the whip before I even heard it crack against my skin. I cried out and fell to my knees, tears streaming down my face. "Get up!" I didn't move. "GET UP!" I felt the whip thrashing against me again and I fell forward, pain filling my body. I was powerless as the demons tied my up and hauled me away. I knew where they were taking me. The dungeons. They keep the worst damned souls down there. They untied me and threw me in, slamming the door shut and leaving me in complete darkness. 
   "Fresh meat." I heard someone whisper, I jumped and pushed myself to my feet. I backed away from the voice and hit something squishy. 
   "Fresh meat indeed." Another voice mused as the owner's hands closed around my arms. 
   "N-no!" I cried. "Leave me alone!" I struggled but it was no use. 
   "It's been so long since we've seen a new face." A third drawled sloppily, there was a small striking noise and a flame dance on a small match. The third used the match to light a torch and I gasped. Crowded around me were the four worst damned souls. Francis Kinloch, John Andre, Charles Lee, and James Reynolds. I started struggling more but Andre pressed me against the wall. 
   "So long since we've had someone to play with." Francis mused, pulling on the waistband of my pants. 
   "N-no. Please!" I cried.
   "Whoops!" He grinned, shoving his hand down my pants. I flailed and screamed but it was no use. 

John's POV

   "Your Majesty!" A demon burst into the room and I sighed. 
   "What is it now?" I growled. 
   "One of the servants has acted out one too many times so we threw him in the pit for the time being." I raised an eyebrow and sat up. 
   "Acted out how?"
   "Not doing his work and being lazy." I shrugged and leaned back. 
   "Have you used any other forms of disciple?" 
   "Yes, sir. He didn't respond to the whips and usual forms of torture." 
   "Didn't respond? How'd he respond?" Throwing a damned soul in the pit is a pretty drastic measure to take. 
   "He would fall and not get up." I pinched the bridge or my nose and sighed heavily. 
   "You are aware that damned souls can still feel pain?" I growled.
   "Yes, sir, but-"
   "But nothing. You're fucking stupid and ignorant. Can you feel pain?" I used my powers to crush his hand and he screamed in pain. I stood up and straightened out my coat. 
   "Sir-" He whimpered.
   "Follow." He scurried after me and made my way through the halls of the palace. I opened the door to the pit and snapped my fingers, sparks igniting my finger tips. The four damned souls that inhabit this area hissed and shuffled back. In the corner in the back lay a shaking soul, using a tattered blanket for warmth and crying. I strode up to the soul and he cowered. 
   "Please..." His feeble voice begged. 
   "Can you stand?" I asked calmly, he didn't react. I grabbed the demon accompanying me and forced him to look at the broken soul. "Do you see what you've done. Now we are down a servant." I growled, shoving the demon against the wall. "You'll be spending your night in here since you feel this is a suitable punishment." 
   "Sir-" I glared at him, letting my eyes turned black as opposed to there normal ocean blue color. The demon fell silent and I returned my eyes to normal. I carefully knelt next to the soul and held my aflame finger close enough to warm him but not hurt him. He lifted his eyes to see the light and reached for the flame. 
   "No, no, no. You don't want to touch this." I hummed, slowly reaching for his arm. "How about a nice warm cup of hot chocolate?" He asked sweetly, his glassy violet eyes perked up at the mention of 'warm' and I gently pulled him to a sitting position. "There we are. Nice and slow." I smiled, helping him to his feet. He reach for the flame from my finger tips again and I gently pushed his hand down. "No, no." I hummed, leading him out of the pit.
   "Sir!" I slammed the door and extinguished the flames on my finger tips. I led the soul straight to my quarters. I gently sat him in out of the seats in the parlor and started a fire in the fireplace. I stoked the fire and gently guided the soul to sit in front of the fireplace. He stared blankly at the flames dancing in the fire and I sighed. I called for a servant to bring some hot chocolate and sat in a chair, watching the soul carefully. The servant brought the mug and I waved her away. I bit my lip and removed my crown. This was my chance. My chance to be normal and have a friend. I sat next to him and carefully set the mug in front of him. His eyes glossed over it and returned to the fire burning in front of him. I sighed and scooted closer to him, picking up the mug. "Drink." I brought the cup to his chapped lips and he drank some of it. "Good." He was still shivering so I took my coat off, draping it over his shoulders. He slowly looked up at me and I smiled down at him, hoping he wouldn't recognize me. Most servants don't know what I actually look like. 
   "Mmmm." He whimpered. 
   "Gosh, you must be freezing." I felt his forehead and sighed. "You don't seem to have a fever but your skin is ice." I thought for a moment and looked around. I grabbed a couple blanket and gently wrapped them around him. "Is that better?"
   "W-Who a-are y-ou-u?" He managed through chattering teeth. 
   "Um-...I'm John." I smiled. "I'm a demon." I couldn't lie to the poor soul. 
   "D-demon!" He faltered a bit and I smiled calmly. 
   "I'm not like the others. You're safe here." He relaxed a bit and I pushed the mug closer to him. "Drink. You need to get warm." He slowly reached for it and drank some. "Are you warm enough?" He nodded slowly and I stoked the fire. "I have some work to attend to but you may stay here. You're excused from any chores you may have. Try to stay warm and get some rest. Ok?" 
   "Ok." He nodded and I smiled. I left the room and put my crown back on my head between my horns. I sighed as I revealed my wings and flapped them as I walked. Only those in the royal family have wings and I keep mine hidden most of the time. Besides they're a dead give away. I stretched my wings, getting ready to fly to the sixth circle.