Amongs || GulfMew

Hold On

"Mew stop!" Gulf's words were unheard by the mad Mew. Cold, emotionless once again he attacked. Mew took Type to the ground.

Type only grinned. He wanted this. Soon he would have Mew under his control. Mew started punching him, the ground beneath Type crumbled by the force. Type kicked him off.

Growling Mew grabbed his sword and aimed it straight to Type's head. Type quickly dodge it and used his wings to put distance between them. A High Demon gave Type a sword.

Both men got into position, facing each other.

Mew was so small how could he defeat a High Demon? Gulf pulled at his cuffs. He never felt so helpless. His instinct was to protect his Mate but he couldn't even do that.

With uncanny speed they charged at each other, their swords coming in contact creating sparks. They parted and met again. Mew swung his sword again and again, his speed increasing. Type dodged and struck back. Mew traced and landed on top of him, kicking him in the face sending him flying toward the wall.

Type righted himself and shifted behind him. Mew knew where he shifted as he spun to catch metal with metal. Mew kicked again only to miss. Type used this and punched Mew in the face. Mew fell but shifted behind Type again and punched both below the spine and the shoulder blades where the wings connected to his back caused numbness to the wings.

Type growled as his wings became a burden with its weight.

Mew aimed at his head and swung.

Three High Demons appeared in front of Mew knocking him back and sending him flying backward. Using the distraction Type shifted behind Mew and grabbed the back of his skull.

Type planted the seed of greed and hate.

"I got you Mew." Mew thrust his sword over his shoulder, managing to injure Type's shoulder. He quickly shifted to the High Demons. Clutching his bleeding shoulder Type smirked.

-Mew

Something was wrong. The darkness was thickening around him becoming an abyss of nothing. He panicked and tried to resurface but he couldn't find his way back. Despair hit him unlike anything he has ever felt before. The loneliness…never had he known such sweet sorrow.

Mew felt like he was back in the dark where his father put him in the wall. He was suffocating. He needed to find the light like last time. He just needed to find the light…where…?

Only…

There was none.

Mew screamed.

-Gulf

Gulf watched as Mew's eyes turned the brightest blood red he had seen. He struggled in his chains he now knew that whatever happened in Hell was a trick and never had he felt such shame in believing a Demon instead of his Mate.

He destroyed Mew's trust, believing the worst of him. Earlier Mew looked like he couldn't stand the sight of him.

What the fuck was he thinking? And he left him back in Hell…

Anguish hit him. He was covered in blood when he appeared in the office. Did they…? Bile rose in his throat. What has he done? His vision blurred with tears. His Mew was tortured because of him. And still Mew managed to escape and came to them. And what had he done? Spun him. Rejected him.

What a stupid fool he was.

But right now he couldn't ponder all that he was feeling, he didn't deserve it. Right now Mew needed him and he'd be damned if he let Type take what was his.