forum "I'd die for you if you'd live for me?" (one on one, established romantic relationship.)

Started January 28, 2020 by Deleted user

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Darryl knew that summoning demons was probably wrong. It had consequences, they were permanently linked to your soul, fates intertwined for good. Also, they could be violent, sinister, and unpredictable. But it was up for debate whether or not they were even real, so this book had a 50/50 chance of being absolute garbage. Well, fuck it, fuck the consequences, he'd do this. He was just so alone.

Kenneth was… well, overwhelming, in how he'd subverted the man's expectations. "Wow," was all he could say. His request was strange, they both noted that, but neither cared much.

Their relationship developed. He didn't know whether or not Kenneth was even real, since nobody could actually see him other than Darryl, so it was either magic or a very elaborate hallucination. But it was nice having someone he could talk to, in a weird "dealing with devils" sort of way.

"I have feelings for you. Like, more than friendship, but something I can't really describe." Kenneth laughed at that. By now Darryl had decided the demon was a work of his imagination, and had resumed his everyday life, so it was somewhat awkward saying this. But the two decided to explore the feeling. It lead… places.

But he started to push him away. It was too painful to bear, that his love wasn't even real. The farce had to end, now. He spent months on end, alone, too scared to try and find Kenneth again, but too alone to take it for much longer.

Darryl stood up. He felt like he'd lost something, and was right. His body.

"Hello," said a booming, musical voice. "You're dead, I presume you knew that already but some people have trouble figuring that out. Or won't accept it."

She was dark, tall, foreboding, with a ringmaster's outfit, complete with hat and cane, the handle silver, molded into a shape reminiscent of a reaper's scythe. She cracked the whip previously hanging at her belt, it snapped at Darryl's heels like a viper.

"Sounds about right. Where'd I die? I can't see shit beyond you and a wooden? Or wood-adjacent floor."

"It will come back to you. The demon, Kenneth, that you soul-bonded, is here to collect his debt."

Darryl shrugged, not fully sure what to do now. He just

Walked. Walked away, out into the road. Cars passed through him, or did he pass through them? People ran, they looked terrified. Some were inaudibly screaming, he made a note that his hearing was off, somehow. Kenneth? That felt familiar.

He looked up ahead, and immediately began to run. His feet pounded against the road, almost as hard as his heart was pounding, almost as fast. He crashed into the demon's arms, taking in the scent of his love, letting himself be held as people ran from the powerful, dangerous man.

"I missed you so much, I almost forgot you." he said, voice brittle, hopeful, hoarse. Emotions were complicated. "Do you hate me?"

(Look, this is probably the longest I'll ever write in my life but I had wORdS so sorry. You can make your reply any length you'd like, sorry I took so long!)