Chapitre 86: Face (#2)
It all started after Dylan was gone, Edgar was alone once again, and he couldn't help but feel lonely- Which meant that now the voices of the dead would be stronger, he would hear them scream louder, he would feel the sin inside the souls of the living burning in desperation, begging him to kill them and end their suffering. Dylan was special, Dylan's soul was silent, it did not scream like everyone's souls, it did not wail like the dead, it did not moan in agony as the souls of those that haunted his home, specters trapped away by his grandmother in their house- The woman was truly a witch, she bound those creatures to the house, and they would follow the owner of the house every whims and wishes, they would move things, keep things away, and even kill things.
So he lived there, with his grandmother, who was a witch and did not like Dylan for some reason... Edgar kept every little thing that reminded him of Dylan on a small chest on his bedroom on the basement of the house, where his roommate, a wailing ghost that would not shut up, lived alongside him. He had the stick that Dylan was holding when they first met- A thin stick that looked fragile to the touch, but was held by a little kid who was scared for his life, but ready to defend himself with a stick. He had Dylan's first pen that he gave him, when he couldn't bring one to school- Dylan never asked back for it, so he kept it on his collection. He had Dylan's photos, those were from the yearbook that he cut through, saving his pictures, he had the books that were his too, from school, he has his old shoes, he has all the little candy paper wraps from the candies that Dylan would give him.
He even has the wrapping of the first gift he received for his birthday, from Dylan, a small toy car, but he absolutely loved it. And then there was his deep treasure- A box full of pictures that had at least a blur of Dylan's form on it- Several of these were takne when he wasn't paying attentin or didn't know he was being watched- When he was sleeping, lying on his bed, when he was on the backyard, swinging on his swing, when he was on the pool, when he was lying down on a golden field of wheat by his side, sleeping- When he had recently left the shower, with a wet towel around his waist, and when he was masturbating.
Those two were his most valuable treasures.
He was a little nervous Dylan wouldn't want to talk to him again after he knew about his collection, so he hid it well from even the ghosts of the house. His grandmother never knew, that was until she passed away and everything that she had locked opened, releasing everything that was not to be released on this world- She was a very old witch, 10,000 years, full of knowledge, she left behind many books that Edgar used to cast some spells to send back to their homes some demons, which was not enough, and the little town became a hot spot for supernatural acitivties. He would receive every month a letter from Dylan with little trinkets or gifts, he didn't have a phone anyway, and besides, he loved the things Dylan would send him- Candy was his favorite, but then he sent him a photo of himself, standing beside a group of people, in a bar, and he knew... That Dylan grew up.
And left him alone.
But he was glad that he did, because this place was too dangerous for him, and he, a person with demonic blood on his body, still had dificulties with some monsters, spo a simple human like Dylan would surely die.
But who knew that in 5 Years, 6 months, 13 days, and 12 hours, he would be face to face with the man he had a huge crush on? (Perhaps even an unhealthy obssession with? Yeah, definetly) But not only did the man he swore to protect fell in danger's arms, but also discovered his deepest secret- Edgar should have felt sad, but for some odd reason, he felt relief. He felt relieved that now Dylan knew his secret, that Dylan knew he was a demon- or at least had demonic blood on his veins, capable of transforming into a demon, but also being able to keep his human appearence, which was one he was quite ashamed of.
His face was an abomination, according to his mother, who forced him to wear a mask ever since he was little, so she wouldn't see the face of that 'Demon of a Father' of his...
At first he thought she was just calling him a demon, but it turns out he really was a demon and he had demonic blood on his veins. Which is both a blessing and a curse, since he could use magic (Albeit the type of demon he is has very little magical affinity), he can hear souls, he can see the dea, he can shapeshift into his "true form", he is as strong as 100 men together, and many other benefits... But he will always attract misfortune to him and those around him, beacuse he will always attract evil omens to himself.
He really didn't want to hurt Dylan... "Sorry." He said, looking down at the 6 feet man, his light blue eyes stared at him in shock- He didn't really enjoy talking, his mother made sure to show how he disliked his voice, going as far as cursing him to being unbale to talk for weeks before he was able to break the curse- But by then he was so used to not talking that he just- Kept silent. "Wait, what?" Dylan's voice carried his confusion, he tilted his head as he looked at him and shaked his head, both were ignoring the blond woman. "You don't get to apologize for nothing, i should be apologizing right now... I left you, i fucking went away to college and left you beihnd to deal with-" He pointed at the vampires around, including the one on the ground, whimpering in pain as Dylan kicked him on the balls again, making Edgar growl in a very low tone.
He was a special demon, he had the blood of an Oni inside his body, a very physically powerful demon that very little could win against in pure physical might- He, however, lacked a great grasp on magic, except Shadow and Dark magic, which came nautrally to him, his mask was pratically a part of him, but if the person he swore to protect is asking him to take it off and show him his face, he'll gladly do it for him.
The blond woman had to break the atmosphere, by leaping towards Dylan, making Edgar roar in fury and grab her mid-air by the head and plumming her to the ground, Dylan only raised an eyebrow at that and Edgar was internally glad that he did not seem to be scared by his roar nor his physical display of might as he broke the blond woman's spine in half with his bare hands- He looked slightly... Red? (If only Edgar knew that Dylan thought about other ways Edgar could break him in half-) but his Oni tendencies were strong ever since Dylan was gone, since the voices were louder and louder each day, he just wanted to kill something to make the voices stop screaming- BUt then Dylan appeared again, and the voices were quiet.
He wanted to kiss him, he wanted to hug him, he wanted to hold him so tight and never let him go- He wanted to lock him on his own room, the basement, and never let him leave. He didn't want him to leave again after those five years of pure torture on his soul, he wanted him forever and he would do anything to keep him on his side- And if Dylan wanted freedom, that's fine, he'll just need to follow him wherever he goes, no matter where. "Sorry..." He spoke again, looking down at the woman that stood quiet, looking up at the sky, her body snapped in half like a thin twig, Dylan simply sighed and looked at him as he asked: "What do you think i studied? Medicine, Eddie, Medicine... I saw blood and viceras a lot, and there were some creepy people on my class, so i had to get used to corpses. This doesn't botter me... I just need to think of a way to hide this corpse away now. Well, three corpses, because i don't think you're gonna let these- Are they vampires?"
Edgar only nodded, his hand carefully pushing Dylan out of the way- He went willingly when he noticed that he wanted him to move- He picked up the twin that Dylan knocked out, held him by his neck, and broke his neck before breaking his spine as well. He quickly moved at the other twin who stood there, watching in horror as his twin brother died in the hands of a demon, only to feel his neck break, followed by his spine breaking in half as Edgar also killed him.
"Can i ask about the whole Spine breaking shit? No- Let me guess." Dylan sighed, taking a pair of white rubber gloves out of his pocket and putting it on as he rolled his eyes: "They can't die unless you absolutely break them in half, right? Vampires- i guess they are vampires- can't die unless you do a lot of damage to their bodies or something, right? Oh, do i need to remove their hearts as well?" Edgar chuckled when Dylan began mumbling about vampires, things he learned from the internet- He had a like for the supernatural or weird when they were kids, always saying things he found on the internet, some facts were real, while others were not that real. Like Werewolves and the full moon, they can shift whenever they want really.
"Shovel?" Edgar asked, looking down at the corpses, making Dylan stop his mumbling session and look up at him- His hands were bloodied, because surprise surprise, breaking a vampire in half makes them puke large amounts of blood! His entire lower body was dirtied by blood, he would need a bath and a change of pants. He sighed and took off his pants- It's okay, even though he is completely shirtless, he still has underwear on.
Dylan, now had blood on his hands as well, when Edgar looked down at him, he saw him just looking at him with these glowing-like eyes (Not literally), like they had this weird glow on them that made Edgar feel... Proud? For the first time ever since he was born, Edgar felt proud of his muscular, huge, tall, very well built body. Well, he's even bigger when he's in his Demonic Form- His skin turns black, he grows a mask out of his face, and horns also grow out of his head. And he also gets a katana from who knows where! It just comes out of his own shadow after he transforms, he never questioned it, but dyaln will surely question it.
"We should- Argh, we should get in?" Dylan broke eye contact fast, looking away awkwardly, placing his hand behind his neck as Edgar felt a sense of... Lust? No, he was familiar with lust, this was something else, like, he really wanted to look at his blushing face he really wanted to see Dylan as a blushing mess, but not in a sexual way, more in a romantic way. He wanted to hold him as his head burns red with a huge and adorable blush. He wanted him to chuckle on his arms, he wanted to kiss his lips swolen red with a deep, carnal desire that reflected his love, he wanted to tease him so bad...
But he simpy knew, that it would break the fragile relationship that they had.
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