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

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

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“I think I’ll be fine,” John told Halo sweetly, pecking him on the lips. “I’ll just be in here with the paperwork, the only threat will be paper cuts,” John laughed with a warm smile, “Or I might die of boredom.”

Halo chuckles and smiles at him. "Alright, baby." He kisses John's forehead. "Hopefully this will be simple and I can come back in a few minutes." He replies, nuzzling the other. "Try not to die of boredom." He laughs, shaking his head as he relaxes and slowly gets off the bed.

John smiled at Halo, yawning again, “I won’t move an inch, I promise.” His toes curled a little bit, but he forced himself to look at the paperwork and keep reading and signing.
Brennan gathered most of the higher respected soldiers and messengers, and was trying to keep them all at attention as he waited for Halo, “There’s an announcement that needs to be made, everyone. As you know, Captain Ford hasn’t been feeling well since the attempt on his life.” Brennan glanced towards John’s tent, hoping that the demon would arrive soon.

Halo exits the tents and walks out, his crimson gaze sweeping over the generals, the higher ups and finally Brennan. He folds his arms, his wings fluttering slightly. He looked intimidating and he was. Plenty of them knew of what he did in the battlefield, since he was running around and killing the enemy, as if he were simply slicing through water.

The higher ups gave him wide berth as Halo walked. Brennan even looked away, focusing his line of vision to the soldiers, “He wants to pass over leadership to me.” The crowd made quiet grumbles, and even one man had the audacity to shout, “Why do you get to fill in? How do we even know that’s what Captain wants?”

John kept on signing papers, until his eyes dropped closed. He would’ve fallen completely asleep had it been not for the cold metal blade the came to rest on his neck. John’s pulse stopped for a second from shock as his eyes shot open. The man -Ojag- was holding a sword to his neck, “You should be dead by now.”
John paled, and his immediate response was, “I can’t die anymore.” If the man saw his goal was pointless, maybe he’d give up…
Ojag laughed, “That doesn’t mean you can’t feel pain. That doesn’t mean that I can control that demon when I have you under my control.” And fear gripped John harder than it had ever been before. He was terrified, he was even more afraid than when he had his first battle.

Halo glanced at the crowd. "Oh really now." He growls. "And you ignorant pigs happen to know what's better? Whether you like it or not, I see more honor, loyalty and commitment in this men then I see in a lot of you." He growled. "Honestly." He rolls his crimson eyes, but stops, his ears picking up noises from John's tent. He could sense panic.

Most of the crowd quieted, but a man demanded, “You’re a demon, why should we listen to you?” Some of the crowd muttered in agreement.
Then a woman stepped forward, “Brennan is trustworthy, and he was a great leader when John had disappeared for a time.” There were audible agreements there, too. But a verbal war had started, and the crowd suddenly became a disorganized of argument.

"QUIET." Flames roared from his wings, his eyes dark and malevolent. He sneers under his breath. "You're about to break over war on who should be leader? Pathetic. Brennan is a wise man and a man that shall guide you. John must join me in the higher ranks of balance. Brennan is your leader whether you like it or not."

The crowd went dead silent, fearful wide eyes staring at Halo. Even Brennan was staring at Halo with horror. But the crowd didn’t protest a second time, and Brennan gained the courage to clear his throat and say, “Alright, we need to get back to work. The planes will be back to pull most of us out and I’m sure we all want to get back to our families, so let’s move.” The crowd dispersed, everyone rather accepting Brennan as their leader for now instead of standing in such a close proximity to Halo.

Halo nods and walks towards John's tent, glad that was settled with. He opens the flap slowly. "John, I'm coming in." He calls as a gentle warning. His crimson eyes lifted from the floor and he looked up.

John let out a tiny pained noise at the sight of Halo. There was so much blood, and one of his wings was nailed to the headboard of the bed. John was too weak and pained to even move. Little cuts were everywhere on his body, pain stinging through him. Ojag stood beside the bed, his second knife resting against John’s neck as he sadistically purred, “Why hello, demon. It’s so nice to see you here.”

Halo's eyes widen when he sees the blood. The carnage, and John. Oh god, John. "J-john." He looked at Ojag. "Release him. Now." His eyes are narrowed, but a slight hint of fear could be seen in them. His eyes glance over John, the wings, the cuts, and then the dagger against his precious lovers neck. He looks at Ojag. "The real demon is you. Do you know the price for injuring an angel?" He growls.

“Do you think I care?” Ojag sneered at Halo, cutting the knife a little deeper into John’s neck. He whimpered, closing his eyes. That pain. Ojag laughed, cold eyes challenging Halo as he spoke, “But you could convince me to let him go.”

Halo watches John, his wings fluttering. He looks at Ojag, taking a deep breath. "Release him, and name your terms." He watches the other, wincing when he heard the knife digging into John's skin. Why didn't he stay with him? He was getting hurt because of him. He watches Ojag with weary eyes, they flashed to their normal pale blue for a split second.

Ojag let out another cold laugh, “I’m not letting him go until you do your end of the bargain, I’m much smarter than Dejaj ever was. I want this camp wiped off the map, every soldier dead. Then I’ll let him go.” John whimpered, but couldn’t protest because of the knife at his neck. He tried to remember that he couldn’t die, but… any movement would just cause more pain, and that was worse in some ways.

Halo's eyes widen, his breath hitches. He looks at John in pain, his eyes watering. He looks at Ojag. *one life for so many… His eyes narrow and he wills a feather into his hand, bowing his head. "Very well." He whispers. But before one could blink, the feather was thrown, turning into a sharp dagger, hitting Ojag in the stomach.

Ojag stumbled back, rage flaring in his eyes and he dug the knife into John’s neck. He let out a pained cry, gurgling his own blood and tears drenched his eyes. It felt worse than dying. It felt worse than anything. Ojag righted himself -a hand clenching his stomach- and lifted his knife up, swinging it back down towards John’s chest.

Halo tackled him, then and there. "Don't you dare." he growls, the depths of hell burning in his eyes as he pins Ojag down. "Think you can hurt the love of my life." He hisses, his gaze dark and angry. "I will make sure you get the worst possible punishments in hell." His eyes become cat like, his teeth sharper. "Die."

Ojag fell the ground, absolute horror apparent in his eyes, and he dared trying a swing of his knife at Halo. John tried, gosh he really did, to do something, but he could barely breath there was so much blood pooling in his throat.

Halo grabs the knife, breaking Ojag's arm in the process. He took the knife and placed it to Ojag's throat. "Should we see how much it hurts to a mortal like you?" He growls, his eyes glinting a pure, blood red. He chuckles, sliding the knife delicately against his skin, beads of red dropping from Ojag's neck. He presses harder before a splatter of blood lands on his cheek. "Perhaps I should devour your soul."

“Hrk-“ Ojag let out a strangled noise and his eyes bulged. He attempted using his good arm to push Halo off him. It didn’t do anything. John just watched, choking more and starting to cough. Blood dripped from the hole in his neck and his lips. It was like drowning alive, but not able to die or black out.

Halo killed Ojag quickly, not even blinking as the blood flies everywhere. He stands and hurries to Johns side. He gently removes the nail in John's wings, blinking back tears. "Hold on, baby, hold on." He whispers. He looks up. Just this once, god. Let me have my true form back so I can heal him. he begs silently, holding onto John. He felt a slight warmth in his chest.

John cried out, his wing thumping limply to the bed once the nail was out. He coughed up blood, accidentally splattering Halo with his blood. His chest and shirt were both soaked in blood by now. He wearily looked at Halo, tears clouding his vision as he gripped onto his arms for support. “It hurts-“ John gurgled out, blood spilling out of his mouth,

Halo holds John. "I know, baby. I know. Just hang on." He whispers. His eyes turn crystal blue and he hovers a hand over John's neck. The skin slowly starts to stick up, the blood flow stopping and returning into John's body. He cries softly as he heals, holding onto John. He knew he would only have enough power to heal his neck before returning to normal, so his wings and the cuts would have to physically be taken care of. He hushes the other, his voice trembling as he assures John everything was going to be alright.

John forced himself to relax, forced himself to not cry out anymore in fear of injuring himself further. But the pain in his neck started to cease as his neck was being repaired, and John let his body go limp in Halo’s arms. He just wanted to sleep until it was over, just to stop the rest of the pain. John didn’t want to fight it anymore.