forum Why would you love a monster like me? (One on One)

Started September 02, 2018 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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Happy sat on the edge of the camp crying. Why… Why did this happen? Why wasn't it him? He sobs into his hands, shaking and shuddering. He felt so alone and broken.

Brennan, one of John comrades, was crying near the body. Wound was strange through. It was covered over, a red irritated mark, but there was so much blood. The were already getting something ready to fly him back to the States for a proper funeral. Brennan looked at his friend’s arm. He had always questioned why John had put the names there, why he was holding himself with such responsibilities. Brennan knew why, now. He had written down the names on a sheet of paper, adding John Ford to the list. Brennan vowed to himself to take up the mantle of that responsibility, for John. It’d be the right thing to do… The body was being carried out now, and Brennan took the time to salute his fallen captain.

Halo slowly walked over to Brennan. "He was a close friend, yes?" He whispers, staring at the the life less form of his lover. He rests a faint hand on John's arm, gently tracing the names. A tear if blood runs down his cheek, signifying he was losing the angel part of him. He had cared for John, only to have him taken away. What had he ever done to deserve this? To hurt like this? What had John done to deserve such an unfair death? He was an innocent man.

“Yes,” Brennan took a shaky breath without looking to see who he was speaking to, “He was my captain, my friend… he was like a brother to me. He would always value his life over ours, I guess he just had this engrained idea in his head that it was all his responsibility to protect us, ya know?” Brennan swiped at his tears before looking up, then paling. The demon that the general had talked about…

"He was a wonderful man." Halo says quietly. "I loved him very much." he stands and wipes away the blood tears, taking a breath. He needed to calm down. He was miserable and angry. He wanted to desperately hold John again, to see him alive, but he knew he wouldn't be allowed to.

“You- You loved him?” Brennan subconsciously took a step back. What was the demon talking about? John hadn’t been… Had he? Brennan had seen his captain run away frantically that one time… Had it been something to do with the demon? Did he truly love the demon?

Halo nods, giving a wistful smile. "He was brave, very loyal to his men. Before I became this monster you see before you I was a small angel living in the woods. He made my life become bright… All I can see is darkness now." He says softly, gazing at John's still body with pain and hurt.

A shiver went down Brennan’s spine, and he took another step back. Monster. He was about to turn and walk away without a farewell, but Rachel was walking over on her crutches -she had been stabbed through the calf in the most recent battle- with a red puffy face. She didn’t bat an eye at the demon, gosh she’s always brave, instead coming up to lean against Brennan, saying quietly as she stared at the dirt, “She’s pleading guilty. They said they’ll jail her up when she gets back to the States, but even then it’d be after his- his funeral.”

He looks up. "She's not paying her life?" He growls. He felt furious but he took a calming breath. "Justice is justice." He whispers. "Doesn't mean it's fair." He sets a small kiss on John's hand before looking at the two. "Thank you." He whispers. Halo walks towards the camp, his eyes on the ground.

(Now what… the main ship just died. Cries)

(Let me know if it’s too outlandish or anything, it’s just an idea)
Rachel frowned at the departing man, then leaned closer to Brennan, “It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right.”
“But wasn’t it?” A unfamiliar voice came from the left, and Rachel looked up. An older man, looking like a medic, approached, “My name is Ojag,” He said in polite greeting, then continued on, “You see, I come from the enemies lines.” Rachel felt Brennan tense next to her, and she knew him well enough to know he had one hand on his sword, “Queen Dejaj was my distant cousin. And she was a smart enough woman, but very rash. She led our country into destruction, as you can see. But I, of course, couldn’t just let that happen. So it was rather easy to tell the general of a monster in the army. It was rather easy to pose as a good little medic, who helped start a revolution against my idiotic cousin. And it was rather to see how the army was going to crumple. Because the captain protect the demon, and if one of them was killed… The other wouldn’t be too far behind. It worked out in my favor when the general pleaded guilty to murdering John, and it’s just convient that the demon is the only one left to take care of. The States wouldn’t allow such an abomination, I’m sure.” Rachel just stared. So did Brennan. What’s this man talking about? Her head whipped around to look for John’s body, but it was gone. Maybe someone moved it. But it didn’t make any sense that this man planned for all of this and- Sharp pain exploded through her and she fell. Brennan was down on the ground right next to her not a second after. Death came quick and swift from the attacker, Ojag’s pupil holding a bloodied sword from behind.
It was too simple.
…
John felt lighter on his feet with every step. Like he’d just end up floating away the farther he stumbled around the edge of camp. I can’t let myself be seen… John didn’t even need to guess how they’d react to him. How they’d react to… wings. His hands still shook from when he woke up moments ago. John’s head pounded too, he felt like he just fell from a tall building. But he just needed to find one thing- Halo.

(No, no! I love it!)

Halo's form was dark, his crimson eyes gazing around the place in dismay. He takes a breath before facing himself, looking into a nearby puddle. His face was the same, but his eyes were a bloody crimson, the color of blood. His black hair curled around his eyes, his canines sharp as daggers. His frame had become thinner, smaller the he had already been. His wings were pitch black with red spots splatters along his wings. He was no longer a healer but a killer. His mind set on revenge. But could he really do it? He had only healed in his life time. He had only mended to the sick and the weary. The tired and the hungry. He had never been able to kill someone. But he was no longer a fallen angel. He was a rising demon. He felt hated by god, by satan, by whoever ruled the underworld at the moment. He felt like he had been used, torn up, destroyed, loved, torn up again, before destroyed again. There was nothing left for him here. Should he return home? Should he just leave and never return? Earth was tormented by people, it was torn and torn again by war. War that he never wanted to see again. He takes a trembling breath, sighing and shaking his head. Why did it have to be John? He would have survived if he had been the one to take the blade, after all, he was cursed to live until his purpose was complete, and even after then he was stuck with serving in the after life. He bites back tears and cries quietly, holding his hand to his face. He cried softly, letting it all out, sobbing and shaking. He didn't want this. He never wanted any of it. If only he had never left his cabin. But then he would've never met John. Never have the possibility to learn what love really was, even if it was short. He sighs softly. "I'm sorry." He whispers. "I'm so sorry John."

John’s head whipped around at his name, the voice. A little whimper came out of him as he stared at Halo. At what had happened to the other. John’s shaky voice came out, “H-Halo-“ Little tears came out of his eyes and he felt too overwhelmed with emotions to even take a simple step forward. Gosh, Halo- A sob came out of him, and he crumpled in on himself, but his eyes never left from where Halo was.

Halo hears a voice and he looks up, his crimson orbs glancing at the angelic creature. His eyes widen in recognition, his heart pounding in disbelief. "J-John?" He whispers. His heart raced quickly as he stared at the other with wide eyes. "John?" It was to good to be true. "JOHN!" He cries, rushing towards the other, tackling him with hug, kissing him passionately. He sobs with relief as he holds the other.

John cried into Halo, kissing him deeply before saying, “Gosh, gosh, you’re here, you’re here, I thought I’d never see you again,” He held to the other as if he’d float up into the air at any second, tightening his grip even more at the thought. Halo felt thinner, and John pulled away just enough to look at his angel and make sure he was alright. Something had clearly happened, something not good. “Halo, Halo, what happened? If she hurt you-“ John choked, pulling Halo close again.

Halo sobs softly as he holds onto the other. "Oh my god." He whispers. "John you're here! You're alive! You're in my arms!" He cries, smiling. Halo shakes his head, "She's in trial for your death, a-and you're alive!!" He clutches to the other. "I love you, I love you!" He repeats over again, tears rolling off his cheek. "I love you. I love you so much!"

John wiped at Halo’s tears with his thumb, despite his own tears of joy. “Halo, oh Halo,” John kissed the other deeply, letting out a tiny noise. He wrapped his arms over the expanse of Halo’s back, and his newfound wings moved without command, curling around them. John’s hand moved up to play with Halo’s hair, but stopped just short as he asked, “Why did your hair change…?”

Halo's crimson orbs slide shut as he allows John to wipe away his tears. He sobs with relief holding onto the other as they kissed, never wanting to let the other go. He smiles as they kissed, glad to be with him once again. He smiles at the other, sobbing with relief. "O-oh… W-when you… died…" He whispers. "It's an angels grief. They become a rising demon… and are no longer a fallen if their hair is completely black."

John took Halo head between his hands gently and pulled him closer kissing him gently, “I’m sorry, Halo…” Because Halo’s glass eyes were gone and his snowlike hair was darkened. It was like John took his place. Another little tear slipped out of his eye, as he asked, “Is it- Is it my fault?”

Halo kissed him back, silent tears running down his cheeks. He was so relieved. So happy. H couldn't think straight. He was beyond happy. "There's no reason to be sorry, stupid." He says with a quiet laugh. "It wasn't your fault. It was my anger, my rage and my pain that turned me into this. It's still me." he whispers. "And I will always love you."

John pressed his forehead against Halo’s, eyes fluttering closed, “I’m never leaving you again…” His hands ran down Halo’s back gently, breathing Halo in, just making sure he was still there- he’d always be there. “You’re still my angel.”

Halo gives a quiet sigh as he holds onto the other. He was relieved and happy. He couldn't breathe. John was here, he was here and he was alive. He gives a happy smile and kisses John gently.

John returned the kiss, getting close enough to Halo to remove any space between them. Here Halo is, we’re together again… A loud shout startled John, making him jumping backwards. Suddenly people in the camp were running, and sword clangs could be heard towards the other side of camp. John looked, panicked, at Halo, “What’s going on?”

Halo sighs happily as he kisses the other. We're together. He's here with me… there's no way we're being separated again. He starts out of his reverie when he hears shouting. "We need to see what's going on/" He whispers, looking at the other. "You're team." He mutters, "Let's go."

John couldn’t bring himself to move, despite how much he needed to know what was happening, instead saying quietly, “But- What about the-“ The wings, “They’ll see me.” I don’t even know anything about this… angel version of myself. John tried to shrink in his place. They’re going to think I’m a freak now.