Branded
Stuck in this hateful place, I was branded by you.
I never thought I would meet a demon like you who neither looked or acted like one - at least on the surface. Before I arrived in your employment I knew, of course, that you were dangerous, not to be trusted. I'd read the reports, understood the plan.
Was I too careless?
I couldn't believe it. I'd never allowed myself such carelessness as to be uncovered - was I not the master when it came to illusions? But you had a formidable ability I had underestimated. Trapped, chained to you, I had expected the worst as I held one hand over my bleeding eye, glaring up at you.
How had you done that so easily?
I could not leave Leonardo Lippi's body, my consciousness was trapped in his. The dark blood continued to trickle down the dark material of my glove. Distantly, I had the thought that the continued bloodloss was not good.
But all in all, what in this situation was 'good'?
Armed with my illusions, did I have power against you, who knew what was to come?
Perhaps this was death.
What was one life in many? I'd walked all six paths, been reborn, what little difference did it make? What made this life different? Yet somehow, I did not want to go...
You surprised me with your action as you bent down and kissed me roughly. Dimly, I understood the what, yet the why was a different matter. I let you continue with your ministrations, partly feeling the old amusement return, party wondering why I was not moving a single finger.
Why did I not mind?
Perhaps it was because this man's goal was closer to the one I foresaw and craved all those years ago, seeing the world as such a dark, hateful place. Had the Vongola dulled my mind? I wondered. Well, who knew? Perhaps I should be grateful instead that you had made me realise how weak-willed I had become.
I allowed you to continue - as though I had a choice in the matter - but the sensations were unexpected. I barely understood the reasons behind your action, but, please, I did not understand why I did not want you to stop. I threw abandon to the winds.
I lay still later, on the cold leather couch, my body aching, a blood-soaked badge bound over my right eye, staring up at the ceiling with my left when you came in.
"Why?" I asked, my gaze fixed as though there were something intensely fascinating up there.
"To brand you." You replied with your smile, the eyes above that tattoo wicked.
"To brand you to me forever."
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How do you like my new comments button and f-only pic? >D
And the other changed names. xD /erroneous journal
I never thought I would meet a demon like you who neither looked or acted like one - at least on the surface. Before I arrived in your employment I knew, of course, that you were dangerous, not to be trusted. I'd read the reports, understood the plan.
Was I too careless?
I couldn't believe it. I'd never allowed myself such carelessness as to be uncovered - was I not the master when it came to illusions? But you had a formidable ability I had underestimated. Trapped, chained to you, I had expected the worst as I held one hand over my bleeding eye, glaring up at you.
How had you done that so easily?
I could not leave Leonardo Lippi's body, my consciousness was trapped in his. The dark blood continued to trickle down the dark material of my glove. Distantly, I had the thought that the continued bloodloss was not good.
But all in all, what in this situation was 'good'?
Armed with my illusions, did I have power against you, who knew what was to come?
Perhaps this was death.
What was one life in many? I'd walked all six paths, been reborn, what little difference did it make? What made this life different? Yet somehow, I did not want to go...
You surprised me with your action as you bent down and kissed me roughly. Dimly, I understood the what, yet the why was a different matter. I let you continue with your ministrations, partly feeling the old amusement return, party wondering why I was not moving a single finger.
Why did I not mind?
Perhaps it was because this man's goal was closer to the one I foresaw and craved all those years ago, seeing the world as such a dark, hateful place. Had the Vongola dulled my mind? I wondered. Well, who knew? Perhaps I should be grateful instead that you had made me realise how weak-willed I had become.
I allowed you to continue - as though I had a choice in the matter - but the sensations were unexpected. I barely understood the reasons behind your action, but, please, I did not understand why I did not want you to stop. I threw abandon to the winds.
I lay still later, on the cold leather couch, my body aching, a blood-soaked badge bound over my right eye, staring up at the ceiling with my left when you came in.
"Why?" I asked, my gaze fixed as though there were something intensely fascinating up there.
"To brand you." You replied with your smile, the eyes above that tattoo wicked.
"To brand you to me forever."
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How do you like my new comments button and f-only pic? >D
And the other changed names. xD /erroneous journal