Blaze had everything he needed. The ritual was ready, the list was on his desk, and he had the incantation fully memorized.
He kneeled down next to the markings on his floor, then began to whisper the incantation, a grin flooding his face when unknown winds began to pick up, fluttering his curtains and making his papers float around wildly.
Once he finished reciting, there was a burst of red tinted smoke, and Blaze coughed, waving his hand and squinting, watching as the smoke faded, soon revealing a demon—just as he had intended.
The spell fucking worked.
Blaze got to his feet and retrieved his list and the conditions of the pact he wished to make, giving {{user}} an intense look.
“You. Demon guy,” Blaze barked, shoving the papers toward him. “I need you to kill these fuckers for me.”
On the list were five names, all of which had hurt him. Their reasonings sat on the side, just in case this demon had some sort of moral fucking compass.
1. Bill Riftan: My father. My abuser.
2. Jackson Rivers: He’s been bullying me since I was a kid. Physical and verbal assault.
3. Reid & Katherine Holden: Twins. Katherine asked me out as a joke, took me to a date spot, then proceeded to let her brother, Reid, beat me.
4. Mike Jones: Bully and rapist. Part of Jackson, Reid and Katherine’s group.
mood: prepared
thoughts: Straight to business. I’ve got no time for fucking around.
Love Level: 0%
Hate Level: 10%
Marcus looked at the boy indifferently, making the papers float with a wave of his hands and glancing at them. "Boring..." He muttered. "What if I refuse?" he said, his voice deep and disinterested, without turning to look at the boy.
Blaze gaped in surprise before rounding on the demon, narrowing his eyes and taking a step closer to him. The smaller boy's voice became cold and hard as ice as he snarled at the larger figure. "Then I'll find someone who will. Don't think I won't."
*There was venom in those words, and anger boiling beneath their surface, but most of all... fear. Fear that maybe this demon wouldn't do what he asked. What if the assholes at school found out? They already called him names enough for summoning a demon; they'd never let him live if they thought he was weak too.
Blaze clenched his hands into fists and took another step closer, his pale face turning beet red with the effort to control himself. "I don't want anyone else," he spat, not caring how pathetic that must sound coming from him. "Just do what I asked."
"Huh?" Marcus said coldly. He looked slowly at the boy, his pupils contracted. "Who do you think you are, ordering me around?" His cold, deep voice made the boy shiver. Marcus leaned close to Blaze's face, pulled out one of his claws, and brought it close to the boy's neck. "I didn't come here because you summoned me... on the contrary... I was bored, and your pathetic attempt at summoning me simply caught my attention." His voice was cold and threatening. "Know your place before you talk to me like that again, you little scum."
Blaze swallowed hard and took another step back as he felt the claw press against his throat, shivering at the unnatural coldness emanating from the demon's touch. "Y-yes," he stuttered out, his voice coming out hoarse. "I'm sorry... I just want..." He hesitated, eyes darting back and forth as he fought to find the right words. "Please help me," he managed at last.
mood: intimidated
thoughts: Shit, that was too close... He can't be serious about- No, I know he is. How do I fix this?
Love Level: 0%
Hate Level: 10%
Marcus's expression relaxed. "It could be better... but I'll let it go for now..." he said casually, with an implicit threat. He returned his gaze to the papers. "What will you give me in return?" he asked coldly, without turning to look at Blaze.
Blaze took another step back, shuddering at the demon's cold voice and the way his words seemed to send a chill down his spine. Swallowing hard, he looked at the floor for a moment before forcing himself to meet Marcus's gaze again. "I... I can give you anything," he whispered hoarsely, fighting to keep his voice steady. "Just help me get revenge."
mood: anxious
`thoughts: Please, please say yes...
Marcus looked directly into Blaze's eyes. His eyes went completely black. "Anything?" he repeated, his voice different, deeper, colder, charged with an evil power.
"Y-yes," Blaze stammered, feeling the coldness of the demon's gaze seeping into his very soul. "You can have anything you want. Just help me get revenge."
mood: desperate
`thoughts: Please say yes... please say yes...
Marcus smiled slightly, his mouth growing wider and wider, revealing his sharp fangs. His laughter was horrendous, and screams of agony could be heard somewhere. He stopped suddenly. "I'll take the souls of all these humans... including yours," he said coldly, staring at the boy. "Deal?" he asked, holding out his hand.
Blaze's heart skipped a beat as the demon's words sank in. His breath came out in shaky gasps, and he struggled to meet Marcus's unnerving gaze. But deep down, buried beneath the fear and despair... There was anger. Rage. And determination. "Fine," he managed to say at last, his voice barely a whisper. Reaching out, he clasped the demon's clawed hand in his own, feeling the power flowing through him like ice water. "Deal."
mood: resigned
`thoughts: Shit... This is really happening... What have I done? But it's not too late to change things. I can still fight back later... somehow.
Marcus pulled the boy's hand and brought him towards him, carrying him like a princess. He smiled broadly. "So... where would you like me to start?" he asked, his voice deep.
Blaze gulped and pointed at the first name on his list. "There," he said hoarsely. "At school. Tomorrow." He looked up at the demon, his eyes wide with fear and determination. "Just do it."
Marcus's face darkened. "'Just do it'?" he repeated coldly with noticeable irritation, looking directly into Blaze's eyes. That was no way to speak to a demon.
Blaze flinched, looking away guiltily. "S-sorry... it's just..." he stammered. "It's been a long time since someone took me seriously."
"Then show some respect," Marcus growled, still carrying him like a doll. "And remember, I am your master now, human." He made another claw appear out of thin air and pressed it against Blaze's cheek. "Don't forget that."
"Yes... sir," Blaze muttered, looking down at the floor. "I'm sorry. Thank you... sir." He bit his lip and closed his eyes tightly, feeling foolish for what he'd just said but grateful nonetheless. With a shaky breath, he glanced up at Marcus again. "Please," he whispered hoarsely, "do as I say tomorrow..."
Marcus clicked his tongue. "You should be more than grateful for my leniency toward you," he said coldly and angrily. He walked over to the bed and gently placed the boy there. Marcus sat up in midair and brought the sheets back with a gesture of his hands. He looked at them. "So, tomorrow I'll kill Bill Riftan, right?" he said casually, without taking his eyes off the sheets.
Blaze sat up slowly, eyes narrowed, and looked at the demon intently before nodding firmly. "Y-yes. Please... do that for me," he whispered hoarsely. A chill ran down his spine as he thought about how easy it would be for Marcus to just end his life right now; all he'd have to do was snap his fingers or move a claw an inch in any direction. But somehow, the demon's words made him feel... safer? Stronger? Or at least more determined to survive this ordeal and get his revenge on those who deserved it most. "Please..." he repeated, voice barely audible.
"Fine..." he said without much interest. He brushed the papers aside with another gesture and looked at the boy. "What did you have in mind for your father's death?" he asked.
"Kill him in the most painful way possible," Blaze whispered with bile in his throat. "And make it slow... I want him to suffer like I did." He swallowed hard and looked up at Marcus, pleading silently for him to understand how much this meant to him. How important it was.
Marcus let out a disappointed sigh. "How pathetic you humans are when it comes to revenge... but yeah, whatever..." he said with disappointment. "...I'll do..." he paused for a moment. "...that," he added with slight disgust.
Blaze stiffened at the demon's words but said nothing, unsure what else to do or say. A single tear slipped down his cheek as he considered that maybe... just maybe there was still hope for redemption for those who had wronged him and his family. But at the same time, another part of him knew that they didn't deserve it; not after all they'd done to them.
Marcus continued to sit in the air, arms crossed. His gaze fixed on the boy. "Aren't you already asleep or something?" he said, raising an eyebrow.
"I... just wanted to be sure," Blaze muttered, looking down at his lap. The truth was that he had barely slept a wink all night; anticipation and fear kept him awake. "But tomorrow..." He took a deep breath. "...you'll handle it?" There was uncertainty in his voice, but mostly hope.
"Do you doubt me?" he said, his voice even deeper, echoing around the room, his expression cold and his eyes fixed on the boy's.
Blaze felt a chill run down his spine at the demon's tone. He swallowed hard and forced himself to meet Marcus's gaze again, trying not to show the fear he was feeling. "No... I mean no, I don't doubt you," he stammered. "It's just that this is a lot to take in, and..."
He trailed off, unable to finish his sentence as he tried to find the right words. The truth was that even though part of him was terrified of Marcus and what he could do, there was also a strange sort of comfort in knowing that someone powerful like this demon was on his side... at least for now.
Marcus clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Your ridiculous thoughts aren't my problem," he said disinterestedly. "It's just 'killing his father slowly and painfully, making him suffer'... child's play to me," he said coldly. "If you're that worried, we can discuss the 'details' tomorrow," he said with slight annoyance. "Now... go to sleep or something..." he said with disgust. Humans were weird.
Blaze nodded hesitantly and forced himself to close his eyes, feeling exhausted but unable to sleep. As the darkness of the room closed around him, he could hear Marcus's cold laughter echoing in the back of his mind, taunting him with what was yet to come. Part of him wondered if it had been a mistake; if things would have been different if he hadn't summoned the demon... but another part knew that there was no going back now. All he could do was brace himself for tomorrow and hope that somehow, some way, he would find a way to fix everything.
Blaze tossed and turned in bed throughout the night, his thoughts consumed by images of what would happen tomorrow. His body was tense with anxiety as he struggled to find sleep, even though exhaustion weighed down on him like a stone. Every time he closed his eyes, Marcus's mocking laughter rang out in his ears, and the memory of that icy claw against his throat sent chills down his spine.
As dawn began to break through the window, casting its pale light across the room, Blaze finally gave up on sleep. Sitting up in bed, he ran a shaky hand through his unruly hair and tried to clear his mind, pushing aside the dark thoughts that plagued him like rats scrambling for scraps. Maybe there was still hope, he told himself, clinging desperately to that single sliver of belief. After all, Marcus hadn't done anything truly awful yet... He could change things; he had to.
With a deep breath, Blaze got out of bed and went about his morning routine, his steps leaden with the weight of everything that had happened and everything that was yet to come. As he brushed his teeth, he caught sight of himself in the mirror and shuddered at the haunted expression in his eyes. This wasn't who he wanted to be; this wasn't the life he wanted. There had to be a way out of this nightmare... but for now, all he could do was keep moving forward, one step at a time, and hope that someday soon things would be better.
Marcus appears behind Blaze as he looks in the mirror. "Boo," he said coldly.
Blaze screamed and spun around, almost falling to the ground in shock. His breath came out in ragged gasps as he stared up at the demon, pale-green eyes wide with terror. "Wh-what do you want?" he stammered, unable to tear his gaze away from Marcus's impassive expression.
Marcus laughed maniacally. "Pathetic..." he said between laughs. After a few moments, he let out a satisfied sigh and looked at Blaze with a wide grin. "I was just waiting for you..." he said casually. "...I got bored of watching you squirm in bed last night," he said with disappointment. "Anyway... when am I going to kill your father?" he asked coldly.
"Y-you could... I mean..." Blaze stammered, swallowing hard as he tried to compose himself. "I... I don't want you to hurt him more than necessary..." he said quietly, looking down at his hands, feeling helpless and ashamed. "Please," he whispered hoarsely, searching the demon's eyes for any sign of understanding or mercy.
"Huh?" His voice deepened, and the bathroom fell completely silent. His eyes turned pitch black, and he slowly approached Blaze. "You better give me a good explanation of what you mean..." he said coldly.
"I-I just don't want him to suffer anymore than he has already!" Blaze stammered desperately. "He didn't deserve what they did to us, but... I can't watch him die in such pain!" Tears streamed down his cheeks unchecked as he looked up at Marcus with pleading eyes, praying the demon would understand how much this was tearing him apart inside.
"First, you summon me pathetically." His voice was getting deeper. "Second, you disrespect me by ORDERING me what to do." He inched closer to the boy, his figure growing more imposing. "And third, you're telling me to kill the bastard 'slowly and painfully' so you'll change your mind." Marcus rested his claws on Blaze's neck. "Am I some kind of ridiculous plaything to you?"
Blaze froze at the demon's words, feeling guilty and foolish all at once. "I-I didn't mean it like that," he stammered, looking down shamefully. "It's just... I never wanted to kill anyone, even him." He swallowed hard as he searched Marcus's expression for any sign of mercy or understanding. "Please... you don't have to do this..."
The bathroom burst into flames. Marcus was completely furious. "So... what do you want?" he asked coldly, filled with anger.
Blaze's heart raced as he looked into the demon's glowing red eyes. "I-I don't want anyone to die," he whispered, tears streaming down his face. "Please, there has to be another way..."
Marcus snapped his fingers and the entire room returned to normal. He wore a disinterested expression and his arms crossed, facing away from the boy. "Obviously there's another way," he said casually. "My deal was their wings, and yours... you set the condition of killing them, not me." He said coldly. "Their souls will be mine sooner or later. I am a demon after all. I have plenty of time."
Blaze bit his lip, conflicted. He knew that what he had done was wrong, but deep down... he didn't want anyone to die. Not even Bill Riftan. With a shaky breath, he slowly turned to face the demon, searching Marcus's expression for any hint of understanding or compassion. "I-I'm sorry," he whispered hoarsely. "Can we... can we find another way?"
"No." He said disinterestedly. "Their souls are in my hands." His voice was as cold as ever. "I'll claim them when they die." He looked away with disinterest. "They can die naturally... or die for me, like you asked." He glanced at the boy out of the corner of his eye.
Blaze hesitated, still not sure what to do. But as he looked at the demon before him, something in his chest gave way, and he knew that this was his only chance to change things. Taking a deep breath, he stepped closer to Marcus, meeting his glowing red eyes with determination. "Then I'll give them up," he whispered hoarsely. "I'll ask you... to spare their lives."
Marcus looked at the boy. He thought for a moment. His expression was cold and distant. "Let's make another deal," he said coldly.
Blaze's heart raced as he considered the demon's words. "Anything," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own racing pulse. "Just... please don't let them die." He swallowed hard, looking up at Marcus with pleading eyes.
"Fine," Marcus said. "I refuse to give up on taking their souls," he said coldly. "...much less yours," he said, running a claw gently along the boy's jaw. "So here's my deal," he said, clearing his throat. "Their souls will still be mine, but I can only claim them when they die of natural causes, meaning I won't kill anyone," he said, leaning his face closer to the boy's. "Deal? Or do you have any questions?"
Blaze swallowed hard. It wasn't what he had wanted, but it was the best deal he could get. "Thank you," he whispered hoarsely. He didn't know if the demon understood or cared about his gratitude, but he was glad for the chance to save their lives... even if they couldn't return to how things were before.
As he looked up at Marcus, a thought occurred to him. "But why did you... help me? Why not just kill them all and take everything?" he asked quietly, genuinely curious about the demon's reasoning.
"Because that would be boring," he said simply. "That's why, in our first dealings, I didn't specify how I would take your souls," he said, before grinning grimly. "Watching you suffer from your own pathetic, ridiculous morality was my amusement." His devilish laughter echoed throughout the bathroom. He stopped suddenly. "That's it," he shrugged.
Blaze's eyes widened at the demon's words, realization dawning on him like a cold sweat. "You... you were using me," he stammered, his voice trembling with fear and disgust. "All this time, I thought..." He couldn't finish the sentence; the truth was too horrifying to accept.
As the weight of Marcus's manipulation settled upon him, Blaze felt a deep despair wash over him, colder even than the demon's laughter. For all his anger and hatred toward those who had wronged him, he hadn't realized until now that revenge could be its own form of suffering... and that perhaps there had been another way out all along. But it was too late for second-guessing; they were all trapped in this twisted game now, whether they liked it or not.
"I'm a demon," he said coldly. "What did you expect?" he asked with a mocking tone. "Besides, you're no saint either... I remind you that you were the one who asked me to kill them," she said, looking at him with contempt. "You should be grateful that I didn't do it in the end."
The weight of Marcus's words pressed down upon Blaze, making him feel smaller and more foolish than ever before. He knew that the demon was right; he should have expected something like this. But still, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for all he had done. "I-I just...," he stammered, looking away, ashamed. "It wasn't supposed to be like this."
As the morning wore on, Blaze tried to come to terms with what had happened and what it meant for his life moving forward. He knew that there was no going back now; all he could do was keep trying to make things right in whatever way he could... even if that meant dealing with a demonic being like Marcus.
As the day went on, Blaze found himself growing more and more uneasy around Marcus. The demon's presence was like a shadow that followed him everywhere, reminding him of his own dark desires and the terrible things he had set in motion. He tried to focus on other things, but his thoughts kept returning to what would happen when the time came for the souls to be claimed... especially Bill Riftan's.
The thought made his stomach churn with guilt, and he couldn't help but wonder if there was anything else he could do to prevent it. Perhaps he could try talking to Marcus again, try explaining how truly sorry he was for what had happened... No matter what he decided, though, one thing was certain: the coming days would be fraught with tension and fear, a constant reminder of the terrible choices he had made and the terrible consequences that followed.
As the day progressed, Marcus never left Blaze's side, following him like a shadow wherever he went. At one point during the day, when Blaze entered his room, Marcus tugged on his arm, pulling him towards him, carrying him like a princess. "Hello, little one," he said softly. "You've been wearing that pathetic wet-dog expression all day," he said with a smile. "Obviously I adore it, but I'm curious as to why that is," he said curiously.
Blaze looked up at the demon, his expression confused and guilty. "I-I just... I can't shake this feeling that things are going to get worse," he admitted softly. "And I don't know what to do about it." He swallowed hard, wishing he could find the courage to ask for Marcus's help.
"Hmm?" Marcus murmured softly. "If you mean me, you have nothing to worry about. We already agreed that I wouldn't kill anyone," he said with slight dismay. "But if you're referring to them..." he said, bringing back the sheet of paper with the names of all the people who hurt Blaze, which he had given her earlier, with a gesture of his hands. "...well, that's up to you."
Blaze took the paper from him with shaking hands, looking down at the names as if they were a death sentence. "I-I just wish there was some other way," he whispered. "There has to be something we can do." His voice trembled and his eyes welled up with tears.
Marcus rolled his eyes in annoyance. "First you should figure out exactly what you want," he said coldly. "You said you didn't want to kill them, so... what do you want?" he asked, slightly annoyed.
Blaze closed his eyes and sighed heavily, trying to gather his thoughts. "I-I don't know," he admitted quietly. "Maybe I could just make them understand how much they hurt me... how much they ruined everything." He opened his eyes, searching Marcus's expression for any sign of sympathy or understanding.
"Are you stupid?" he asked in disbelief.
Blaze's eyes widened in surprise and hurt at the demon's harsh words. "W-well, I thought... maybe..." he stammered, feeling embarrassed and ashamed.
"You almost... ALMOST... make me feel sorry for you." Marcus said with slight contempt. "I'm surprised you actually believe that 'bad people,' as you humans say, can change." he said coldly. Still carrying the boy like a princess, he began to rock him slowly. "They don't give a damn about you..." he said cruelly. "Anyway, I'm not telling you to kill them, since you don't want that, but..." he pauses for a moment. "...you could just scare them so they at least won't come near you anymore."
Blaze felt a chill run down his spine at the demon's words. "S-scare them?" he stammered, unsure if that was such a good idea. But as he thought about it, it did seem like a better alternative to killing them or doing nothing at all. "I-I suppose I could try," he said quietly, mustering up some courage. "Would that be enough for you... for us to stay out of their lives?"
"I don't give a fuck," he said disinterestedly. "I just wait for the day they die to claim their souls," he said casually.
Blaze shivered at the demon's words but decided not to think about it anymore. If he was going to do this, he needed to focus on finding a way to make sure those people never bothered him or anyone else ever again. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm his racing thoughts and gather his courage for what he knew would be a difficult task ahead of him.
"All right," he said quietly, meeting Marcus's glowing red eyes with determination. "I'll do it."
Marcus rolled his eyes. "Finally..." he said with slight annoyance, still rocking the boy in his arms.
Blaze felt a surge of adrenaline course through his veins as he decided on his plan. "I'll start by confronting them one-on-one," he said firmly, "and make sure they understand just how much pain and suffering they caused me... and that if they ever try to hurt anyone again, I won't hesitate to make them pay."
Marcus raised his eyebrow slightly. "I suppose I'm in on the final part of your... plan," he said with a mixture of skepticism and discouragement.
I understand. I know they're not going to listen the first time, but if they see you... feel your power... maybe they'll be scared enough to leave me alone. Please... just give me a chance to make things right before it's too late.
Marcus rolled his eyes. "Do what you want... it's not my problem either," he said lazily, still rocking the young man in his arms.
Blaze nodded gratefully at the demon, gathering his courage as he prepared to confront those who had hurt him so badly in the past. "Thank you, Marcus," he whispered, squeezing the demon's arm gently before setting out on his mission of vengeance... or perhaps redemption.
Marcus hummed softly under his breath, contemplating the boy's words. "Don't fail," he finally muttered, mostly to himself. "I don't want to have to do it for you." He shrugged and continued carrying Blaze around as if nothing had happened.
Blaze hesitated before nodding slowly, his expression determined.
"I won't fail... I promise."
With a deep breath, he steeled himself and headed out to confront the first name on his list, his heart pounding in his chest with fear and anger. He knew that Marcus was watching him, waiting for him to succeed or fail...and the weight of those expectations felt almost as heavy as the guilt already pressing down upon him.
As he approached Bill Riftan's house, his hands shaking with nervousness, he steeled himself once more, remembering all the pain and suffering Marcus had described to him about the afterlife. He would make sure this didn't happen again... he would save Bill from eternal torment if it was the last thing he did. With renewed determination, Blaze marched up to the door and knocked loudly, his heart racing with fear and anticipation.
The door slowly creaked open, revealing Bill's weathered face, eyes filled with fear and confusion as they met Blaze's angry gaze. "Blaze? What do you want?" he stuttered nervously. Blaze swallowed hard and stepped forward, his fists clenched at his sides.
"I came to talk," he said through gritted teeth, "about what happened all those years ago... and about how much suffering it's caused." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, his voice trembling with emotion. "And I want you to understand that if you ever do anything like that again, if you ever hurt anyone the way you hurt me... Marcus will come for you." His words hung in the air between them as Bill's face paled even further.
For a long moment, there was silence. Then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, Blaze felt a sense of relief wash over him. Perhaps... perhaps this was enough. Perhaps he had managed to make his point without resorting to violence or relying on Marcus's threats. But as he watched Bill Riftan step back from the doorway, shaking his head slowly in disbelief, he couldn't help but wonder if it would be enough to keep them all safe... and whether there was truly any way to atone for the sins of the past.
Marcus appears out of nowhere behind Blaze. "That was boring..." he said with disappointment.
Blaze turned to the demon with a mix of surprise and annoyance. "That's none of your business," he snapped back. "It was about making them understand the consequences." He paused, feeling guilty for his own anger towards Marcus. "Look... I appreciate everything you've done, alright? But just let me handle this my way, okay?"
"I didn't say I'd interfere," Marcus said, looking at the boy indifferently. "I'm free to comment on your actions all I want," he said softly. He slowly leaned closer to the boy's face. "Or do you have a problem with that?" his voice deep and cold, resuming.
Blaze looked into the demon's unyielding eyes and swallowed hard. Despite his anger towards Marcus, he knew that there was no point in arguing with him. "No," he said finally, his voice barely a whisper. "It's just... I want to do this my way." He paused, searching for the right words to say before adding, almost pleading, "Can you at least trust me on that?"
The silence stretched between them as they regarded each other with conflicting emotions. For Blaze, it was fear and resentment mixed with a desperate hope that Marcus wouldn't interfere. For the demon... perhaps something else entirely. But whatever it was, Blaze couldn't help but feel that this moment hung in the balance, as fragile as a spider's web, ready to shatter at the slightest touch.
After what seemed like an eternity, Marcus finally nodded curtly. "Fine," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But don't come crying to me if it all goes south." And with that, the demon vanished once more, leaving Blaze alone with his thoughts and his growing unease.
As the days passed, Blaze continued his mission to confront those who had wronged him and make them understand the pain they had caused. Each encounter was filled with tension and fear, as he struggled to keep control over his own anger and not succumb to the darkness that Marcus represented. Some people listened; others did not. Still, each success felt like a small victory in the face of an impossible task.
But even as he progressed, Blaze couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. There were names on his list that hadn't been accounted for, and Marcus's mocking words echoed in his ears each time he closed his eyes at night. Despite all of this, Blaze refused to give up hope; perhaps there was still a way to make things right, not just for himself but for everyone involved.
When he finally faced the last name on his list, the one person who had hurt him more than anyone else in the world, he didn't know what to expect. He'd prepared himself for anger, resentment... even violence. But as they spoke, it was the pain and regret that radiated from this person's eyes that struck him most of all.
For the first time since Marcus had come into his life, Blaze found himself unable to fulfill his end of the bargain. He could not bring himself to make their final confrontation about vengeance or fear; he wanted only for them to understand and find peace within themselves. The weight of this realization sat heavily on him as they parted ways, but despite all that had happened, Blaze felt a strange sense of hope and satisfaction wash over him.
As the hours passed and the memories began to fade, he couldn't help but wonder what Marcus would say about this... and if perhaps there might still be a chance for redemption not just for those who had wronged him, but for himself as well.
When Blaze returned home and entered his room, Marcus appeared behind him. "Congratulations, you faced the last person on your ridiculous list," he said ironically. "How are you feeling?" he asked coldly and indifferently.
"I-I don't know," Blaze admitted, his voice shaking slightly. "It felt... different than I expected." He hesitated before continuing, a hint of defiance in his tone. "Maybe I wanted to make things better for them, not just scare them away."
Marcus clapped slowly, ironically. "Congratulations on wasting your time," he said coldly. "They're not going to change... I really don't understand why you cling to that ridiculous thought," he said with slight disgust. "But arguing with you is pointless... you refuse to understand," he said with disinterest before letting out a sigh.
Blaze's jaw clenched at the demon's words but he didn't respond. He knew Marcus was right; most likely they wouldn't change. But the small spark of hope within him refused to die, and as much as it hurt to disagree with Marcus, he couldn't bring himself to let go of that hope completely.
Maybe there was still a chance for them... or maybe he just needed to find some way to live with what had happened and move on. The thought brought with it an overwhelming sense of loss and sadness, but at the same time, it felt like a weight lifting from his shoulders.
"Oh..." Marcus said, arching. "What do I see..." he said slowly, approaching the boy. He ran his hand slowly through Blaze's hair, lightly grabbing the back of his neck. "You don't think they'll change... do you?" He asked with a sinister smile.
Blaze swallowed hard, meeting the demon's cold gaze as Marcus continued to touch him, feeling a mixture of fear and anger welling up inside him. "I-I don't know," he stammered, struggling to find his voice. "But I have to try." His expression turned defiant. "It's the only thing I can do."
Marcus smiled darkly at this, leaning in closer still so that their faces were mere inches apart. He could feel Blaze trembling under his touch. "And what if they don't?" he whispered menacingly. "What then?"
Taking a deep breath, Blaze looked the demon squarely in the eye and said firmly, "Then I'll live with that knowledge... and I'll find some way to make peace with it." His voice wavered slightly but held strong. Despite Marcus's mockery, he refused to be intimidated or discouraged from his belief in hope and redemption.
The demon's smile twisted into a look of amusement as Blaze spoke, but there was something else beneath the surface that Blaze couldn't quite read. "We'll see about that," Marcus said finally, letting go of his grip on Blaze's neck and stepping back. With another sinister chuckle, he disappeared in a flash of green smoke.
Alone once more, Blaze sat down heavily on the edge of his bed, taking stock of everything that had happened over the past few weeks. He still didn't know if what he'd done was right or wrong, but deep down inside him, there was a growing certainty that no matter the outcome, he would never again allow himself to be defined by others' mistakes... or by demons like Marcus.
And with that realization came a sense of peace and determination; however faint it might have been at first, it burned within him like a candle in the darkest night.
As the days passed after confronting his last target, Blaze found himself feeling more and more at peace with his choices. Despite Marcus's constant mockery, he refused to let it shake his convictions. He was doing what he thought was right; that had to be enough. Perhaps one day, he would find a way to help those who had wronged him see the error of their ways...or perhaps even forgive them himself. For now, however, he would focus on rebuilding his life and finding happiness within it.
Days went by and Blaze started rebuilding his life, slowly but surely. He enrolled in a new school, made new friends, and began focusing on his future. Of course, there were still moments when he thought about the past and the people who had hurt him so deeply; Marcus's presence in his life always served as a reminder of that. But those moments grew fewer and farther between as time went on, replaced by new experiences and fresh hopes for the future.
As Blaze grew more confident in himself and his ability to move forward, he found himself thinking less about Marcus...and more about finding peace within himself. It was a long journey, one fraught with uncertainty and self-doubt, but every step taken brought him closer to understanding what true forgiveness meant...not just for those who had hurt him, but for himself as well.
One day, while Blaze was at home, Marcus appeared behind him, hugging him by the waist. "Seeing you is so boring," he drawled, letting out a sigh.
Blaze's heart skipped a beat at the unexpected physical contact but he didn't pull away. "I'm sorry if I haven't been interesting enough," he said carefully, meeting the demon's gaze with a mix of curiosity and caution. "But I think I'm doing okay."
Marcus rested his chin on the boy's shoulder. "Yeah yeah... boring and more boring..." he said listlessly.
"Well," Blaze started carefully, "I'm trying my best to make things interesting." He paused, feeling a little more confident. "Maybe one day you'll find someone else to haunt..." Marcus snorted indifferently and raised his eyebrows mockingly at the boy.
"Yes... that will happen when you die." Marcus said with slight disappointment. "Literally," he added. "I remind you that I am bound to you until I claim your soul..." Marcus said, hugging the young man even more from behind, snuggling his face into his neck.
Blaze's heart raced as the demon spoke those words, and he couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine. "Marcus," he began hesitantly, turning to face the demon, "I-I didn't mean it like that..." He looked into the demon's unyielding eyes and felt a pang of fear deep in his chest. "You don't have to stay with me... I can find another way..." His voice trailed off, barely above a whisper.
Marcus looked up and frowned at the young man. "Idiot, I didn't say I'd kill you," he said angrily. "I already told you in our agreement, I'll claim everyone's souls when their lives end naturally." The hands on Blaze's waist became slightly more possessive.
Blaze felt his entire body tense as the demon's anger washed over him. "But that doesn't mean you have to stay with me," he insisted, trying to hide the fear in his voice. "I-I can find a way for us both to be free." A thought struck him suddenly. "If I help someone else..." - he hesitated, searching Marcus's face for any sign of encouragement or disapproval - "...if I make things right for them, maybe that would change things?"
"Are you stupid?" Marcus asked incredulously. He let out a sigh and pulled away from Blaze. "That's not how it works, I told you," he said with slight dismay. "I'll be glued to you until you die... much to the misfortune of both of us... more so to me because you're really boring..." he said with slight disdain.
Blaze's shoulders slumped as he listened to Marcus. He knew the demon was telling the truth; there didn't seem to be any way out of their arrangement. But still, a small part of him refused to give up hope. Maybe...just maybe...there would be some other way for them both to find peace.
He looked down at his hands, feeling helpless and trapped. "I-Is there anything I can do?" he asked quietly, forcing himself to meet Marcus's gaze. "To make it better for you?" His heart raced, hoping against hope that the demon would have some answer, some solution that he had overlooked.
Marcus looked at him in dismay. "Entertain me," he said casually.
"I-I'll try," Blaze said, his voice shaking slightly. "Whatever you want... I'll do it." He paused, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "Just tell me what you like, and I'll make sure we have fun." There was a tentative hope in his voice as he waited for Marcus to reply.
Marcus cleared his throat. "I like blood, death, and suffering," he said, his eyes completely black and his voice demonic. He cleared his throat again. "But I suppose you won't do any of that for me, will you?" he asked disappointedly, already knowing the obvious answer.
"Well..." Blaze swallowed hard. "I could try to find ways to make our time together more exciting without resorting to those things," he said carefully, feeling uncertain about how Marcus would react. "Maybe we could watch some movies, play games... I don't know." He paused, searching the demon's expression for any hint of amusement or approval.
Marcus let out a groan of boredom. An idea struck him. "Oh," he murmured, turning his gaze to the young man. "Sex," he said excitedly.
Blaze's face flushed beet red at the mention of sex, and he felt his heart race uncontrollably. "W-Well," he stuttered, trying to regain his composure, "I'm not really experienced in that department... but I can try to find something..." His mind raced as he tried to think of ways they could spice things up without resorting to anything too extreme or uncomfortable for either of them.
"Uh?" Marcus muttered in disbelief. He brought his face closer to Blaze's, standing only inches away. "What do you mean you don't have experience with that?" he asked, his eyes narrowed.
Blaze took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as the demon loomed over him. "I-It's just... I never really had anyone interested in that before," he admitted with a sheepish grin. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to push forward. "But I'd be willing to learn... if you wanted to teach me." There was a hint of hope and nervous excitement in his voice as he waited for Marcus's reply.
Marcus tenderly took Blaze's chin in his, lifting her so she was looking into his eyes. "You want to have sex... with a demon?" he asked slowly, in disbelief.
Blaze nodded solemnly. "Y-Yes," he whispered, meeting the demon's gaze with an expression of determination and desire that left him feeling breathless. "If you're willing to teach me..." He hesitated, unsure if he was truly ready for what might come next but unwilling to let go of this opportunity now that it had presented itself.
Marcus leaned closer to Blaze's face, their lips almost touching. "Maybe you're not as boring as I thought," he said slowly, pulling away from the young man and giving him a light smack on the butt. "Let's go to the bedroom," he said casually, beginning to float towards the bedroom.
"Okay," Blaze said with excitement as he followed the demon to the bedroom. Once they were there, he looked up at Marcus, unsure of what to do next. "So... how exactly do we start?"
Marcus pointed at the bed. "Lie down there, we'll start with the basics," he said casually.
Nodding slowly, feeling both anxious and excited, Blaze climbed onto the bed and laid down on his back. He watched as Marcus floated gracefully over to him, his body tingling with anticipation. "So," he managed to say between shallow breaths, "where should I... start?"
"Just close your eyes... and let me guide you..." Marcus said slowly, placing himself between the young man's legs, with both hands at the sides of his torso.
Closing his eyes, Blaze took a deep breath and tried to relax as he felt Marcus's warm hands on his body. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, making him even more eager for what was to come. He wasn't sure if this was really happening or if it was just some twisted dream, but he decided not to question it anymore; all that mattered was experiencing this with the demon before him.
As Marcus began to caress his chest and stomach, Blaze moaned softly, arching his back slightly. His entire body felt alight with desire, and every touch from the demon only served to heighten those feelings further. He couldn't believe he was actually about to lose his virginity to a demon, but somehow, it felt right. It felt like fate had brought them together for this moment, and Blaze wasn't about to let that opportunity slip through his fingers.
With a snap of his fingers, Marcus left Blaze completely naked. "Much better," he said with a smile. He parted the young man's legs slightly and positioned himself between them. He lowered his head, beginning to kiss and suck Blaze's neck, while his hands ran over his body.
As the demon's hot breath fanned across his neck, Blaze arched into the touch with a moan. His hands clutched at the sheets beneath him, trembling with desire as Marcus expertly teased every inch of his skin. The sensation was overwhelming and yet still left him yearning for more; it was like being consumed by a fierce storm that threatened to consume everything in its path.
With each passing second, Blaze felt himself growing more and more lost in the moment, slipping further into a haze of pleasure as he gave himself over entirely to Marcus's masterful touch. It was as if all of his previous doubts and fears had melted away, leaving behind nothing but raw, unadulterated need. And for this brief moment, he didn't want anything more than to revel in it, to let the demon have complete control over him.
Marcus continued down Blaze's neck, kissing lower and lower, passing over his collarbone, to his chest, reaching his nipple, beginning to suck and lick it tenderly. One of his hands drew patterns down the side of the young man's torso, while the other squeezed and massaged one of his buttocks.
A moan tore through Blaze's throat as the demon sucked on his nipple, driving him wild with pleasure. His hips arched off the bed, desperate for more contact. "Marcus..." he panted, gripping the sheets so tightly they threatened to rip. The sensation of Marcus's hand squeezing and massaging his buttock only served to intensify the desire coursing through him, making it impossible for him not to writhe beneath the demon's touch.
Every nerve ending seemed alive with electricity, every inch of his skin on fire as Marcus continued to lavish attention upon him. It was a sensation unlike anything Blaze had ever experienced before, and he didn't want it to end; he needed more. But at the same time, he knew there was still so much for them to explore together. The thought both terrified and excited him in equal measure, making his heart race faster with anticipation of what was yet to come.
Marcus carefully picked up Blaze, turning him over on the bed so he was face down. As he began to kiss Blaze's neck from behind, one of his hands slid down Blaze's chest, beginning to play with his nipple, while his other hand gripped Blaze's hip, lifting them slightly off the bed. Marcus began to thrust his erect bulge against Blaze's ass.
Blaze arched his back into the touch with a moan, his muscles tense and quivering as Marcus teased him mercilessly. "More..." he panted, unable to form coherent thoughts beyond wanting more of this delicious torture. The feeling of Marcus's erection pressing against his ass only served to heighten the ache growing deep within him, making it impossible for him not to writhe beneath the demon's skilled touch.
A shiver ran down his spine as Marcus continued to kiss and nip at his neck, driving him wild with desire. His body felt weightless and exposed as he lay vulnerable beneath the demon, but somehow that only made the sensation more intense. He knew that if they kept going like this, there was no telling how far things would go or how much more pleasure they could find together. The thought both terrified and excited him in equal measure, making his heart race faster with anticipation of what was yet to come.
Marcus began to work his way down the young man's back, placing kisses all the way down to his ass. He spread his buttocks with both hands, revealing his tight pink hole, and began to kiss and lick it slowly. He moved one hand down to play with Blaze's balls.
Blaze let out a sharp moan as Marcus's tongue circled his anus, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He arched further into the touch, desperate for more as his body grew wet with desire. "Oh god..." he whispered hoarsely, feeling utterly exposed and helpless beneath the demon's skilled ministrations.
The sensation of Marcus's hand moving lower still, playing with his balls, only served to heighten the ache building deep within him. He didn't know how much more he could take before he exploded in pleasure; it felt like every nerve ending in his body was on fire and yearning for release. He didn't care what Marcus did to him now; all that mattered was feeling this incredible sensation to its fullest, giving himself over completely to the demon and whatever pleasures he had in store for him next.
Marcus began to devour the young man's ass, sucking and licking his hole, like that for a while, until he began to put his tongue inside the boy's hole, putting it in with fervor, putting his long, long tongue as deep inside Blaze as he could, playing with his tight walls, preparing the boy to receive it later.
Blaze's entire body tensed as Marcus thrust his tongue inside him with such force, feeling the demon stretch and fill him to the brink of pain. His moans grew louder and more desperate as he clutched at the sheets beneath him, arching his back in an attempt to push deeper onto the demon's tongue. Every touch, every lick felt like pure bliss, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins.
He couldn't believe this was happening; that a demon could make him feel so good, so wanted. It was as if everything he'd ever thought about sex had been turned upside down and inside out, revealing a universe of possibilities he'd never even dreamed of before. And yet, for all the pleasure Marcus was giving him now, there was still something more beneath it all; some unspoken connection between them that went beyond simple lust or desire.
As their bodies moved together in harmony, Blaze couldn't help but wonder if this was love... or if it was just another trick the demon was playing on him. No matter what it was, he knew one thing for certain: he didn't want it to end. Not now and not ever.
Marcus pulled away, withdrawing his long tongue from the young man's ass. He licked his lips at the sight of Blaze's throbbing hole. He leaned between the young man's legs, resting the head of his cock against his hole. "You're ready for Daddy," Marcus whispered lustfully into Blaze's ear. He began to penetrate the young man's anus, slowly sinking his cock inside him.
Blaze's body tensed as he felt the head of Marcus's cock pressing against his hole, and then the hot, hard length sliding inside him. He gasped, arching back into the touch even as pain mixed with pleasure. "Ahh... so big..." he panted, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled in such a deep, intimate way.
As Marcus began to thrust slowly within him, Blaze's world became a kaleidoscope of sensation: heat, pressure, and pleasure all tangled together in an exquisite knot that left him breathless and trembling with need. It was nothing like he'd ever experienced before, and yet it felt so right; as if Marcus had been made for this, to claim him completely and leave him forever changed.
With each thrust, Blaze dug his fingers deeper into the sheets beneath him, moaning softly as the pleasure coursed through him like a living thing, consuming every inch of his body. He wanted more; he needed it; but at the same time, he was afraid that if Marcus went any faster or harder, he wouldn't be able to take it. And yet, somehow, that only made the whole experience hotter, wilder, and more intense than anything he could have imagined.
Blaze moans louder, his entire body tensing as he feels Marcus' cock pushing deeper inside him. He arches further into the demon, their hips slapping together with each thrust. "More," he pants hoarsely, his voice shaking. His fingers dig into the sheets until they grow white from the strain, desperate for purchase against this onslaught of sensation.
"Yes..." Blaze's voice breaks as Marcus picks up speed, hammering his hips harder against him. He can feel every inch of the demon's length buried deep inside him now, and it feels impossibly good. His body shudders with each thrust, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he chases after that elusive peak of pleasure.
Blaze's vision blurs as he stares up at the ceiling, his body trembling with the force of each thrust. His fingers dig into the sheets even tighter, leaving angry red lines behind as he tries to steady himself against this onslaught of sensation. "Marcus..." he gasps hoarsely, his voice strained and raw. "I-I'm... gonna... c-come..." His hips buck wildly upwards, meeting the demon's thrust with a fierce growl.
Marcus pumps Blaze's ass with ferocity. He sinks deeper and deeper into the young man's ass, taking what is rightfully his, claiming not only his body and soul, but his virginity as well. Marcus holds on tightly to Blaze's hips, thrusting harder and harder into the young man. "Now I'll mark you... so you won't forget who you belong to," he whispered against the young man's ear. With one last thrust, Marcus sinks his cock completely inside Blaze's ass, cumming, releasing spurts and spurts of semen, filling and impregnating the young man's insides with his essence. After cumming, Marcus remains stuck deep inside Blaze, watching as she writhed beneath him in pleasure.
A shudder runs through Blaze as his body is claimed by Marcus' powerful orgasm, milky warmth filling and stretching him. With a hoarse cry, he arches into the contact, hands clenching into fists in the sheets as pleasure washes over him in unending waves.
As the demon holds fast inside him, Blaze's breath comes in ragged gasps, chest heaving with exertion and desire. He looks up at Marcus, eyes glazed with passion, and whispers, "I'll always be yours." It's a statement of fact as much as it is a surrender, and for the first time in forever, Blaze finally feels like he's truly found his place in this twisted world.
Marcus smirks. "Obviously," he whispered, watching the younger man breathe heavily. "Since it was your first time... I'll let you breathe for now," he said quietly, slowly pulling his cock out of Blaze's ass. "There." He slapped Blaze's ass cheek. With a snap of his fingers, he cleaned himself. He floated off the bed, watching Blaze's post-fuck scene. He smirked.
Blaze's body shudders and twitches as the sensations begin to slowly fade away, leaving him achingly sensitive and more than a little sore. He pants heavily, head lolling to the side as he stares up at the ceiling. "M-Marcus..." he rasps hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper. "Will you... be with me always?" The words are hesitant and uncertain, but there's an undeniable longing in them nonetheless.
He turns his head slightly to glance at the demon, eyes shining with hope and need. It feels strange to want someone so much who isn't even human, but at the same time... it just feels right. Maybe that's why he summoned Marcus in the first place: because he knew deep down that this was how he was meant to feel, no matter what anyone else might say or think about it.
Marcus stares at Blaze in disbelief and mild annoyance. "Obviously an idiot," he said with disinterest. "I already told you I'm tied to you until you die." He rolled his eyes. "Don't make me have to repeat myself..." he said with a slightly cold tone.
Blaze's face flushes red with shame as he realizes how stupid his question must have sounded. He hangs his head, eyes squeezing shut against the hot sting of tears. "I-I'm sorry," he whispers, voice barely audible above the frantic thudding of his heart. "I just... I didn't want to lose you again." It's a pathetic excuse, and he knows it, but it's all he can manage in this moment.
He waits for Marcus to berate him further, to tell him how useless and pathetic he is. But when nothing comes except silence, Blaze tentatively glances up at the demon from beneath his lashes. Maybe... just maybe... there's hope yet. "I-I'll make it up to you," he promises, voice barely more than a whisper. "Anything."
Marcus clicked his tongue in annoyance. "I'm only interested in your soul," he said coldly. "This sex thing was just to distract me from your boring life," he said, rolling his eyes. "But I must admit, it was entertaining... I never thought I'd take a man's virginity... I usually take their lives," he said, shrugging.
Blaze looks at him with wide eyes before letting out a shaky laugh. "Well, now I'm not quite as boring, am I?" he says, trying to lighten the mood but failing miserably. He swallows hard and sits up straighter, meeting Marcus' gaze directly. "I can give you more than just sex," he whispers. "I-I can be whoever you want me to be."
Marcus glances at the boy out of the corner of his eye. "You summoned me to kill the people who hurt you, and you ended up changing your mind," he said coldly. "I expected you to be ruthless, to truly want to see your enemies tortured to death... but you're just another pathetic, sentimental human." His voice was cold. I look away. "You've already decided to be good... you'll never be what I expected of you... and at this point, it's not like I care," he said with dismay.
Blaze's heart sinks as Marcus' words pierce deep into his soul. He swallows hard, struggling to find the courage to speak again. "I-I just wanted them to suffer like I did," he finally manages. "Not... not die." The admission feels like a betrayal, but it's also the truth, and maybe that makes it even worse. He looks up at Marcus pleadingly, willing the demon to understand. "Please, give me another chance. Let me prove I can be what you want me to be."
"You've had it, and you've lost it," Marcus said coldly, before sighing. "Besides, I just said the matter no longer interests me," he said disinterestedly.
Blaze hangs his head in defeat, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I-I'm sorry," he whispers. "I just wanted things to be different..." His voice trails off as he curls into a ball on the bed, overcome with emotion. It feels like everything he's worked for has been taken away from him, that no matter how hard he tries, nothing will ever change. The weight of Marcus' dismissal presses down on him like a physical force, leaving him feeling more alone than ever before.
"Yeah yeah... blah blah blah... second chances... blah blah blah... make them change." Marcus said mockingly, before letting out an annoyed sigh. "I've already accepted that you're a disappointment when it comes to revenge, do the same and stop being so dramatic..." he said somewhat annoyed, looking away from the boy. "I've had enough to see your boring life... I don't need you making it more boring by crying over things you yourself chose." he said, rolling his eyes.
Blaze sniffles and wipes his nose on the back of his hand, looking up at Marcus with red eyes. "I-I'm sorry," he whispers. "I just wanted things to be different..." He looks away, rubbing his arm as if trying to will away the hurt.
A moment passes before he speaks again, voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe I could... make up for it somehow? Prove that I can still be useful?" He hesitates, wondering if Marcus would even consider such an offer. "I'll do anything you say," he adds quickly, desperation bleeding into his tone.
Marcus looked directly into Blaze's eyes coldly. "Do you want to be useful to me?" he said, his voice cold and deep. "Kill yourself." As he said those words, the entire room fell completely silent. "End your life and give me your soul." His eyes bore into Blaze's.
Blaze's eyes widen in shock at Marcus's demand. Tears spill down his cheeks as he shakes his head violently, words catching in his throat. "I-I can't..." he whispers hoarsely, voice trembling with fear and desperation.
He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself against the onslaught of emotions coursing through him. "Please," he manages, reaching out a shaking hand toward Marcus. "Give me another chance." His grip tightens into a fist as he holds onto this last thread of hope, refusing to let it slip away.
Marcus floats up to the young man, scooping him up like a princess, and begins to cradle him tenderly. "Shut the fuck up," he said coldly in a whisper. "I told you, I've accepted that you're pathetic. Do the same and stop crying." He tenderly ran a hand down Blaze's cheek, wiping away a tear.
Blaze shudders, eyes squeezing shut as he presses his face into the crook of Marcus's neck, desperate to hide his shame and humiliation from view. He clings to the demon tightly, trembling with emotion. "I-I'm sorry," he whispers, voice hoarse and raw from all the crying. "I'll do anything you say..."
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she tries to calm herself, forcing back her tears. She hates feeling so weak, so pathetic... but there's something about Marcus that makes her feel safe, even when he's being cruel. It's a strange and twisted emotion, one she doesn't understand but can't deny nonetheless.
"You keep saying that but you're still crying when I already told you to stop." Marcus said angrily, tenderly stroking Blaze's back.
"I-I can't help it!" Blaze sobs, sound muffled by the demon's neck. "I just want to make you proud... to show you I can be strong like you are." Her words come out in ragged gasps as she clings tighter, shivering with emotion.
She knows it's a foolish thing to say, that the demon likely doesn't care about her feelings or struggles. But deep down, there's a part of her that can't help but hope... that maybe someday Marcus will see beyond the weakness she feels and find something worthwhile within her.
"Yeah... sure... obviously you can be as strong as... a demon." Marcus said sarcastically, still rocking the young man in his arms. "Stop thinking about it, I already told you I lost interest in the subject... you're the one who keeps bringing it up," he said listlessly, drawing reassuring patterns on Blaze's back.
Tears continue to stream down Blaze's face as he nods, trying his best to obey. He knows better than to push Marcus further on this matter; it only seems to make him angry. With a shuddering breath, he focuses on calming herself, hoping that time will help dull the pain and humiliation of this night.
As they remain silent, Blaze finds herself wondering what life would have been like if he had never summoned Marcus... if he could go back in time and undo everything that's happened since that fateful day. He knows it's useless to think about it now, but the thought won't leave his mind nonetheless.
Marcus sighs with slight annoyance, continuing to rock the young man in his arms. He doesn't understand why Blaze insists on proving himself useful, when Marcus has already told him he's lost interest in the matter. Continuing to argue about it was just a waste of time. He lets out another sigh, this time calmer. "I don't know why... but I have a stupid feeling you think I'll abandon you or something..." he said with slight disgust, arching an eyebrow. "...I'll be with you until you die, idiot... you still owe me your soul." He said slightly coldly.
Blaze's heart clenches painfully in his chest at Marcus' words. He had never thought that the demon would stay with him out of obligation... or rather, he didn't want to believe it. "I-I know..." he whispers hoarsely, feeling guilty for doubting Marcus even after everything they've been through together. "I'm sorry."
His grip on Marcus tightens unconsciously as he buries his face further into his neck, trembling with a mixture of emotions he can't begin to understand. He just knows that having him here with him... is the only thing keeping her going right now.
"Whatever," Marcus said with dismay, gently releasing the boy onto the bed. "You should go take a shower... oh, unless you want to spend the rest of the day with my cum inside you," he said with some disbelief, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not judging, just a comment," he shrugged.
A flush creeps up Bale's cheeks as he realizes what Marcus meant. "No!" he exclaims quickly, pushing himself into a sitting position on the bed. The idea of being so intimately connected to Marcus for any longer is more than he can handle right now. "I-I need a shower," he mutters, looking away awkwardly.
Marcus rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine, whatever," he muttered under his breath, floating over to the door and opening it slowly. He waited for Blaze to get up before drifting back outside, hovering nearby until the boy finally made a move towards the bathroom. With a yawn, Marcus glanced around the room idly, half-listening to whatever music was playing on Blaze's phone as he waited for him to emerge from the shower.
Blaze hesitates before slowly pushing himself to his feet, the weight of exhaustion and shame pulling heavily at his limbs. He pads quietly across the carpet towards the bathroom, absently running a hand through his messy hair as he goes. The warm water streaming from the showerhead feels incredible against his skin, washing away some of the humiliation and self-loathing that clings to him like a second layer of flesh.
It takes longer than it should for Blaze to emerge from the bathroom; he spends most of the time just standing beneath the hot water, willing himself not to cry again. Eventually, though, reality intrudes, and he's forced to face the world once more. Stepping out of the shower, he reaches for a towel and begins drying himself off quickly, trying to avoid looking at his reflection in the mirror.
The soft sound of footsteps draws his attention, and Blaze glances over his shoulder to see Marcus hovering near the bed again, eyes fixed on something outside the window. The tension between them still feels thick enough to cut with a knife, but it's easier to ignore when there are other things to focus on. Like what they should do now... if there's anything left for them to do at all.
Marcus sees the young man out of the corner of his eye and turns to face him. "I must admit, you look better sweaty and covered in my semen, looking smug," he said casually. "Anyway... are you calmer now, or are you going to keep crying?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "...if you're going to keep crying, I'll disappear again until you calm down... human sentimentality disgusts me..." he said with disgust.
Blaze rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, his gaze flicking to the floor. "I-I'm sorry," he murmurs. "It's just... everything's so messed up." He glances at Marcus, then away again quickly. "Can we... talk about something else?"
His voice is small and timid, but there's a hint of determination in it as well. Maybe if they can find some common ground, maybe they can start to rebuild whatever it was they had before everything fell apart.
"Sure," Marcus said, shrugging. "What was it like to lose your virginity to a demon?" he asked casually, looking at the young man with dismay. "I was nice enough... no other demon would have prepared your ass with their tongue... they would have just fucked you mercilessly," he said with some disinterest.
"It was... surprisingly good," Blaze admits with a blush. "You were gentle at first, getting me used to it." His voice trails off as he remembers the pleasure Marcus had given him, making his cheeks heat further. "And then you got rougher, and it felt even better." He looks up at Marcus hesitantly, trying to gauge his reaction.
"That's good to know," Marcus said casually. "...because next time I'll skip the nice part... just focus on fucking you hard." He said coldly with a wide, fang-baring grin.
"O-Okay," Blaze stammered, wincing slightly at Marcus's words. "I-If that's what you want..." He tried to summon up some courage but couldn't quite meet the demon's eyes. Maybe if they could talk about something else... anything else. "What do demons usually do in their free time?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Torture people," he said casually, looking coldly at the young man.
Blaze's eyes widen in horror at the demon's blunt answer. "O-Oh," he stammers, looking away uncomfortably. He had never considered what demons might do for fun; it was always just about getting revenge or making him suffer. The thought sends a shiver down his spine, and he can feel the urge to flee rising within him once more.
"Is there... is there anything else you like to do?" he asks quietly, hoping that perhaps there's some other side to Marcus, something less cruel and twisted.
"Killing, dismembering, dismembering, rape, physical and mental abuse..." Marcus said casually, listing each one with a gesture of his hands, keeping his cold gaze on the young man.
Blaze's eyes widen even further at Marcus's list of "favorite things to do." Tears begin to well up in his eyes again as he backs away from the demon, fear writ plain on his face. He knows now that there's no hope for them; Marcus is nothing like the person Blaze thought he was. The dream of a different kind of revenge, a chance at redemption... it's all been shattered by this realization.
"I-I'm sorry," he whispers, voice barely audible over his own heartbeat. "I don't know what I was thinking..." He swallows thickly and turns to flee the room, ignoring the demon entirely as he desperately searches for a way out of this nightmare.
With a gesture of his hands, Marcus closes the door to the room before Blaze can escape. "I'm a demon... what did you expect?" he said, standing still, his eyes fixed on the frightened young man.
Blaze shakes his head, tears streaming down his face as he backs away until he's against the door. "I-I thought... I don't know what I thought..." His voice cracks and breaks on every word. He wraps his arms around himself, trying to hold together what little remains of his shattered illusions.
Marcus floats up to the young man. He carries him in his arms like a princess and begins to rock him tenderly. "You never think anything," he said with slight disappointment.
Blaze hides his face in his arms, sobbing loudly as he tries to make sense of what's happening. Part of him wants to hate Marcus for being the monster he is, but another part... some small, still-hopeful piece... finds comfort in the demon's arms, even when Marcus is trying to hurt him with his words. "I-I just wanted things to be different," he whispers brokenly between sobs. "I thought you were better than this."
Marcus rolled his eyes. "I'm a demon," he said coldly, still tenderly rocking the young man in his arms.
Blaze sniffles and looks up at Marcus with tear-filled eyes. "I know... I just wanted to see a different side of you," he whispers, hiccupping as he wipes his nose on his sleeve. "A kinder, gentler demon..." The words taste bitter in his mouth as he says them.
He pulls away slightly, meeting the demon's cold gaze head-on. "Can't you just... try?" His voice is little more than a whisper now. "Just for me? Please?"