I'll Be Damned
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Thread Topic: I'll Be Damned
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the story about the two lovebirds and all of the drama galore
have fun stalking kids -
He couldn't believe this- more kids?... He has more- f---ing... k-kids?! Horatio scoffed with a bit of skepticism caught in his throat. Maybe it was some terrible lame ass joke Twisted was pulling on him. Hopefully....
The angel strolled down the street at night, slowly and steady. His head was hung and his blue eyes glowed in the dark, though the glow disappeared only a bit every time he walked below a street light. The man simply sighed as his pace slowly down more and more. -
Twisted was alone in his room, his head in one hand. He didn't know what was so wrong with him. All he could think about was the anger in Horatio's eyes as he lashed out at him before taking off out of the house. The thought of the blonde being so angry towards him made him feel weak.
The demon could recall seeing the other kids for the first time. He had acquired a little boy, Nixon, after getting drunk at a bar. Then he had impregnated a queen later on, gaining another boy, Lucifer. And he had even pushed it to another child. Yet again, a boy. Griffin. Three children, all of them certainly not belonging to Horatio. Only Rowan and Travis were theirs. But the others were proof that he had cheated on his beloved, intentionally or not.
He looked up from the floor, rubbing his eyes and letting out a grunt. It was his fault. All his. It sicked him to know he had done such a horrible thing. He ignored the pairs of eyes that were peering through the crack in the door and moved for the bathroom. He didn't need an audience to listen to him crying. -
Horatio peered ahead. A bench was under the street light. That'll do for now. He eased up to it and sat down. Just alone... It was rare for him to show any emotions that wasn't anger, and it was definitely rare to catch him in plain depression. He brought his feet up on to the bench and and hugged his knees thoughtfully.
He decided to just not sleep tonight. He'd rent out a hotel on the other side of town but he left all of his belongings at home, money included. Horatio sighed heavily while looking up, trying his best not to break down. But... how could his own love- could he even use the word 'love' right now? He absolutely despises that b------ demon now. How could he do this to him?... -
Once safely locked inside of the bathroom, he slid to the floor and tugged at his hair in anger. The demon knew that this was potentially the end of his relationship with his- no, the- angel. He also knew that he wasn't the best at apologizing. Alas, no apology would make up for the mess Twisted had somehow managed to make on his own.
As he got deeper and deeper into the topic, he slowly started to get insane ideas. Things such as stirring up trouble or even dying. The demon wasn't usually so keen on the idea of suicide and self harm, but the setting and problem was just too perfect. His vampire-like eyes slowly looked up to gaze upon his razor that was sitting on the counter. Horatio wouldn't care, right? The demon stood up from the spot on the floor, reaching out to grab the razor. He wanted to see if the pain would really help. One little cut--
"Ow!" Twisted yelped as he felt flames rise from the object. The depressed little s--- turned around to glare at the locked door. He could see a shadow coming from the crack at the bottom of the door. "Rowan, you little.. Ugh.." -
"Hm..." He started to grow comfortable with the quiet atmosphere. It wasn't too bad... better than being in the presence of that b------. He sighed loudly.
Then his body tensed up.
A noise was heard by him. His eyes squinted when footsteps came closer and closer to him. The angel slowly turned his head, to see some man dressed in all black. Red violet eyes and a tall muscular build.He smirked down at the angel, showing off sharp fangs.
Horatio's eyes widened from the sight, watching him intently.
"My my... I never knew i'd see some angel around here." -
"Are you really that low!? Do you think that we're going to just stand around and listen to you be a sorry ass? Did you think I wouldn't guess that you had bad intentions, father? You thought dead wrong!" A fimiliar female voice could be heard through the door. Rowan.
Twisted grumbled as he stod up and opened the door, holding his burned hand. Rowan was standing there with her hands on her hips. It was only her there, though. The other kids weren't in sight. He sighed, leaning against the doorway. His voice cracked as he spoke.
"What the f--- do you want me to do, kid? I.. I can't just magically make it all better. And this was expected. I.. My first love and I've blown it-"
"Stop acting like it's your pity party. It's your fault. Suck it up and figure out a way to get him back here. YOU might not need him, but me and Travis do. So.. Stop whining."
"No. Go away." -
Horatio's eyes glowed, indicating that magic was in use. He sensed the man's aura, and was immediately able to see that he was a demon. He scooted further away on the bench while looking at the demon, who just smirked. Almost sadistically.
"Afraid, little birdy?" The man laughed. Horatio simply glared at the insult. "How disguting." The angel retorted. The demon simply walked close and sat on the other end side of the bench.
"I'm just playin' with ya, nerd." Nerd... Horatio turned his head and glared in a different direction. "What the hell do you want?..." His voice sounded slightly cracked, mostly due to the heart break from tonight. -
Rowan stood there staring at her father. He was being childish. Way too childish for her liking. She slapped him before turning and stomping out of the room in a frustrated fit of anger.
At first, Twisted stood there without registering the pain from his daughter's slap. It seemed like his emotions were overpowering physical pain. However, it didn't take long for him to feel the stinging pain. He touched his cheek, gazing into space. If he hadn't been a fool, would he and Horario be snuggled up? Would they be talking with their children, safe in their own world?
The demon sighed and forced himself to walk out of the room. His daughter was right. He had to do something to make it better. He knew that killing himself would be the last option, but if everything else didn't work, he'd be sure to turn to it for help. He had welcomed death before, and he'd gladly do it again.
As he entered the living room, he noticed that the only noise he could hear was Rowan's sobbing. He didn't hear Travis's usual chatter. Confused, he peered into the other rooms, only to find them empty of any other living bodies. Rowan rubbed her nose, turning to look at her father. "He took off after Horatio left.." -
"Is something wrong, birdy?" The demon tilted his head in interest. Horatio simply scoffed and stared off in the same direction he has been looking in. The demon chuckled. "Do ya need a place to stay?" "..." His face lightened up, just a little. He face seemed thoughtful about the question, he was actually considering it. Hell, he didn't have any place to stay. And he definitely wasn't going back to his 'home'.
"..." He wasn't sure of how to say it. Just a yes? The demon looked at him with a raised brow, the silence made him feel uneasy. "Soooo?" He questioned. Horatio sighed and nodded. "Y-yeah... it'll that will be... nice.." A nice demon... hopefully this one doesn't betray him. -
Twisted looked away from his daughter to stare intently at the door. If he wasn't going to go out to find Horatio, he could go out to find his son. But.. Nah. Too much work. He yawned, trudging into the kitchen. The best thing he could do right now was to eat his troubles away. It had worked before, hadn't it?
The tired demon opened the cupboard, grabbing a box of cereal. He pulled it down into his chest, staring at the box. Fruit loops. He shuffled out of the kitchen, tossing the box on the floor. He liked cereal. "You won't ever get mad at me.. I love you, cereal," he whispered.
Far away from the house, Travis was hovering above a neighborhood, his wings flapping slowly behind him to keep him afloat. He was watching families from open windows. Happy families. Travis wasn't positive on what was wrong with Twisted and Horatio, but he knew that they weren't happy like the humans. He sighed, crossing his arms and pouting. He wanted Angel boy back inside their house. He wanted to play games with both of his fathers. -
The demon smile and stood. "The name's Kyle. Who're you?" He took Horatio's hand and gently pulled him off the bench and on to his feet. Horatio almost stumbled. "Horatio." His tone was quite serious now. He stood up straight and dusted himself off.
Kyle started walking away, so he amused he had to follow after him. When Horatio was caught up he looking up at the demon. Jesus christ this guy is a skyscraper... It almost made him jealous.
"So, birdie, why are you out here alone?" He continued to look forward while asking the question. -
Travis sighed a bit, twirling in a little circle. He could follow Horatio. But then he might make matters worse. And that would only work if he could find him. The little demon-angel started to think very hard about the matter. That's going to be tough.. What if daddy doesn't want to speak to us? What if.. What if he hates us now? What did we do? Why didn't he take me with him? I like him.. He's nice. He's my role model! Did I annoy him? Is that why he left? It must be..! His thoughts turned into a huge mess of words. Travis started to cry, ignoring the fact that his tears were falling through the sky and likely hitting anyone talking a night stroll.
On the other hand, Twisted was sitting on the kitchen floor, surrounded with boxes of various junk food items. The demon looked like he was sick to his stomach, laying out on the floor whimpering. He imagined Horatio walking in and yelling at him about how unhealthy he was, or how he was setting a bad example for the kids, or oh god, no sex for the sick male. Every new image of Horatio made him want to smash his head into the floor repeatedly until he was dead. He should have gone out. Too late now. -
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