Amongs || GulfMew

Voice in the Darkness

At his first look of those honey eyes his breath was lost.

Gulf couldn't speak, couldn't comprehend that the man he fell in love with was his own Mate.

"Allow me to introduce myself." The unknown Demon said. "My name is Type. I am Mew's lover." Type grinned. He was the same height as Gulf and had red eyes. He put his arm around Mew. Gulf growled.

"Suppasit, explain yourself!" Gulf shouted, confused and hurt.

"Suppasit? Is that the name you went for?" Type asked.

Mew nodded. "A woman apparently recognized me and started calling me that so I stuck with it; I mean what if they found out my actual name?"

Type nodded. "Smart."

"Wait, what the hell are you talking about?" Fury slashed at him like a whip.

"Ah, right we actually erased Mew's memory and gave him a new one, what I didn't expect was the woman knowing him." Mew nodded.

"I panicked and said to keep calling me Suppasit instead."

"We needed to get him to get used to his new memories so we waited for a few years before it was stable, of course we didn't interact with him, he believed himself an ordinary Demon. The sound of my voice was the key to regain his original memories. We programmed it to make sure he brought you into Hell." Type grinned. "It worked perfectly."

"Impossible! He went through the Hall of Truth! He couldn't have lied; the council would have caught it."

Type smirked. "That's why we erased his memories; technically he couldn't lie if he didn't know anything about the plan."

"The man who hurt you, your family, Salsa…" Gulf knew he was grasping for straws. He couldn't accept knowing that Suppasit wasn't only the Raven but had tricked him and everyone else.

Mew smiled. "Lies. I got the story from Salsa and added a bit more to it. You see I had to make you fall in love with me so you can 'save me' from the Pull and it worked."

"Everything was a lie." Gulf said slowly.

Mew got into Gulf's face. "Everything. And you fell for it like a fool. Me fall in love with an Angel? Hell no."

Type held Mew. "By the look of it you had fun."

Mew smirked. Gulf gritted his teeth as Type kissed his Mate again.

"Well done Mew. Go wait in my room so we could catch up." There was a glint in his eyes letting Gulf know what he meant by it.

Gulf roared.

Mew only grinned and left the room.

Gulf watched as his Mate Departed. My God, Mew lied to him, feigned love for him. Memories of their time together went through his head. What am I going to do without him? Despair hit him, he still couldn't believe this, it had to be an illusion, a trick. Something!

Type smirked, obviously reading his mind. "It's no trick what so ever. He is mine." Type gave him back to Gulf and ordered, "Take him with the others." They chained him up with what looked to be chains made of dragon scales and took him out the door. His eyes never leaving the bastard until the doors closed behind him.

Deep in the Hellhole.

They took him deep in the fires of hell making it impossible to escape as he passed Demon after Demon guarding the place. There were thousands of them.

Why have they not appeared at war then?

They threw Gulf in a cave. He coughed as ash and dust flew around him as he fell on the ground. The bars were razor sharp enough to slice ones hands off if they tried to touch them.

The cave was small in size but behind him he could perceive that it went for miles in darkness. Only a single torch outside the cave gave him light. As they dragged him down here they ripped his armor off getting him more exposed to the blistering fire surrounding him. Gulf roared with his anger. He still couldn't believe everything that just happened to him.

Gulf prayed this was a dream and he would wake up to find his Suppasit in bed with him.

He laid his head in his hands. His heart pained him as nothing had before, made him want to howl with misery.

Gulf heard something behind him. Tensing, he picked up his head and peered in the darkness. Was anyone there?

"Mr…Gulf?" Gulf froze; he knew that voice…It couldn't be…

To be continued.