"You never hurt me." He whispers softly. He didn't care that the general was here. A streak of black slowly went down his hair as he cries softly. "Never." He whispers. "I could never hate you, John…" He mutters, "I thought you didn't want me." He whispers. Halo holds onto his hand, resting his forehead on John's hand. "I'm sorry…" He whispers. It was faint. "I love you…" Even he could barely hear himself. He grabs his hand, seeing it jerk, "Don't." He whispers.
“I-I love you, Halo,” John whispered, then the sobs started to come. That little broken thing in side him shook and quivered as he reached out, tucking his head in Halo’s shoulder. “I-I-I don’t de-deserve y-you,” He cried out, clinging tightly to Halo, “I don’t de-deserve y-y-you!”
"I love you too." He whispers, smiling as he cries, holding the other close. He holds onto the other desperately. He started to feel his heart beat again. "And you deserve every inch of me." He whispers. "You deserve everything." He mutters, running a hand through John's hair. "I love you. That will never change. No matter what you say." Halo assures gently.
John clung tightly to Halo, crying more but… it felt better. They were happier tears. He quietly whispered through his tears, “I love you I love you I love you,” He pulled Halo closer and eliminated any excess space between them. John finally looked directly into Halo’s glass eyes and started crying even more. But these were good tears.
Halo holds the other and sobs softly. He was so relieved, holding onto John with all his might. He was so relieved. So happy. He couldn't handle the amount of happiness flowing through him. "I love you. I love you." He whispers in reply, kissing John gently. He refused to let the other go. He gave a relived smile, kissing him repeatedly. The lips, the nose, the cheeks. "I love you so much." He whispers.
“I love you so much,” John kissing Halo back and murmuring, “I’m so sorry, I love you,” He felt as though the broken pieces inside him were sowing themselves together, like magic. John ran a hand through Halo’s hair, hungry hands being satisfied.
The general took a step while the demon was distracted, holding her sword up to his back. She pointedly coughed at the demon, “What did you do to him?”
"I love you too." He whispers in reply. He was relieved. Happy even. "I'm sorry…" He whispers. He gives a happy sigh before squeaking when he feels the dagger to his back. His eyes are wide and frightened. He looks at the knife at his back. "P-please no… I didn't do anything…" He pleads softly. He had be reunited with John, only to be held at knife tip. "I don't control peoples mind. I can only heal." He whispers.
John paled, scrambling to sit up and look pleadingly at his general. When had she gotten here…? “Please, please, he’s okay, he’s safe, Halo hasn’t ever done anything wrong!”
The general sneered at John, then focused her glare on Halo, “You were going to fix him. You put him under a spell. Give me a good reason not to impale you right now.” John tensed, almost frozen in place for a few breaths.
Halo's eyes are wide with fear as he stares down at the sword, his breathing uneven and shattered. She wouldn't believe him if he said anything. And she wouldn't believe John because she thought he was under Halo's spell. "That's the thing." He whispers, "You choose whether to believe me or not." His eyes are wide with fear. "You would not believe me, no matter what story I told you."
“You are too dangerous for this power hungry world anyways,” The general said coldly, and John watched as the muscles in her arm contacted as if it had been in slow motion. He pulled Halo back, shielding his guardian with his own body. At that the general stopped, blade hovering just over John’s heart.
“Don’t-“ He choked out, body tense, “Don’t hurt him.”
Halo's eyes widen when he he watches the blade head towards his chest. Halo's eyes shut, expecting the knife to go through him, but… He peeks his eyes open and sees John holding onto him. His breathing is heavy, his eyes widen, his breathing shaking. He looks down at John and hugs the other gently.
The general frowned, “Stop obeying him. He’s controlling your head. So stop, and step away from the demon. Captain Ford, this is an order.” Such clear words, an instinct that they ingrained into him from the beginning. To always obey the orders. But John did something he thought to be unimaginable. He grabbed his sword that had been sitting on a coffee table a few feet away and held it up. Pointed it at the general.
“Let him be,” John’s voice was strong and as clear as day, the crying broken person he’d been a few minutes ago was gone. Replaced with strength and… love. A deep unending love for Halo. For his guardian.
Halo's eyes are wide as he watches the woman. He was so scared. "N-no…" he whispers, his eyes staring at the dagger. He releases a breath. "J-john…" He whispers, then squeaks with surprise when he watches John point the sword at the general. "John, no. This is treason to your commanding officer… If I'm a demon to them, let them say that… but treason will get you killed." He says softly, staring at John. Why… Halo was happy that John was willing to defend him, but going against your commanding officer was absurd! But he felt loved. He felt like he was whole again. He smiles softly at the other, feeling unfaltering love towards John.
The general spoke coldly, “You should listen to the demon, John, treason will get you killed,” But her voice faltered. Because John could beat her any day in a spar, because he always fought with the army.
He took a step forward, forcing the general back a few steps, “Halo, come on. We should go. I don’t care about treason or not. I care about you.”
Halo's eyes are wide as he watches the interaction. "I-I…" he was speechless. He looks back at John, the determination on his face. He looks at the general. "I…" He couldn't say anything. He was so stunned John would chose him over his life's mission of serving people. He looks at the General. "I care about you too, John… but this was your life before I came into it." He whispers softly.
John turned to look at Halo, “I’d rather give up my dream than have you get hurt and-“ John let out a noise of pain as he fell to his knees. The general stood there next to him, watching him hesitantly. She had shoved her sword into his chest. John’s eyes bulged and he started choking up blood as he tried to get to anything, anything to stop it. To freeze time. But it already happened, and blood was flowing too fast out of his chest too indicate something not fatal.
Halo's eyes widen. "John!" He cries, his heart going a million heartbeats per second. "Why would you do that?!" He cries, holding John. His breathing is heavy and uneven. "Hold on baby, hold on!" He places his hand on the wound, choking back tears. He had to breathe, focus. A warm light spreads through his hands, and into John's chest. "Hang on… hang on…" He whispers,
The general took a step back, then another, as if realizing what she’d done. John’s breathing was labored already, hands clinging onto Halo. “I-I love you…” Silent tears were streaming down his face as black splotches started to appear in his vision. He wheezed out a breath, blood dripping down the corner of his mouth. John coughed furiously then, blood coming out in splatters and falling onto Halo’s chest. Just one last kiss… John tried pulling closer to Halo, but he just felt so weak and tired…
Halo shakes his head. "John no- stay with me baby… Stay with me please!" He begs, crying as he keeps his hand over the wound. "You're not going to die! You're going to be okay!" He sobs, shaking his head. "I love you too baby… Hang on… Please hang on." He trembles. He leans forward, kissing John gently, not caring about the blood. The wound was almost hesled, but he had lost so much blood… Halo chokes back tears as he kisses John.
John just about melted into the kiss. The last thing he did, as his eyes glassed over not a moment after Halo had pulled away. He was dead. The general took another step back. She had just killed the captain… Out of self defense, he had been pointing a sword at me, She told herself taking another step away from the body.
Halo pulls away and he stares at John's lifeless form. He places a hand on John's cheek, whimpering softly, "John?" He calls softly. He brushes some hair from John's face with trembling fingers, biting his lip. "Please, no… John. Baby, please wake up. Please!" He begs softly. He lets out a pain filled cry, a cry of a wounded angel. It sounded like the Earth was shattering, and for Halo, it was his world. It was disappearing. It was falling apart. He sobs and holds John to his chest. This was his fault if only they had left and Halo hadn't hesitate! Why did he hesitate?! He gives a broken sob as he holds John, cradling him as those crystal tears fell to the floor, his hair steadily turning black.
The general turned a speed walked out the door, rushing through the camp. She had left her bloodied sword in the tent. Her captain was dead. He was twenty four. The army just lost a key strategist, a well trained fighter. She had just killed him. Out of self defense. The cry that the demon had made…
"John, wake up!" Halo cries, holding onto the other. "Please!" He shakes with broken cries, holding onto him. He felt so broken, so lost, so hated. "John! Wake up! Wake up!" He sobs. He cradles him in his arms, "No… please no…" He can't have lost his lover. His light. His everything. He didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to open his eyes and still see the dead body. You're alive. You're alive.
Ojag had heard the screech, more of a cry, that came from John’s tent. He had seen the angel walk in there earlier, along with the general. The general had since left, but the angel and the captain… Something was very wrong. He snuck out of the prisoner tent, shackles clacking toegether just a little bit. Ojag ducked into the tent, only to find so much blood. The captain’s body was in the angel’s arms, lifeless eyes still staring up toward the sky.
Halo sobs quietly, holding onto Bastian, cradling him, shaking with tears. "J-john please…" He begs again. He couldn't handle it as he held the other, tears pouring down his cheeks in waterfalls. He could hear someone enter. End my misery… please… he begs silently, holding his lover.