I'm glad you don't remember but it still haunts my every waking moment.
I'm glad you don't remember but it still haunts my every waking moment.
A hand tilted his chin, staring into his eyes. The little hand join the bigger on the twelve. The man smirked.
"12 o'clock on the dot. I love those eyes of yours."
Digityl watched as he walked awhile, he blinked, the little hand had moved. The air escaped him as he was pushed roughly against the cold stone of the hallway.
"Get out of the fuckin' way!"
Digityl ignored them, as they usually ignored him. Bratty, little kid. He snorted, at only six he had already excelled far above any of them.
A high pitched scream echoed through the hall, making Digityl grab at the sides of his head, attempting to block out the sound. He looked up wide eyed when a voice rang out.
"Stop! Stop, please! I'll be good, I promise!" That was a child's voice. Digityl frowned, he was the only child in these halls for decades.
He ran, towards the sound, dodging past people who ignored him. He stopped in front of a large metal, bolted door. A scream echoed once more. Digityl bit his lip and pulled the door open a crack and peered in.
A small boy was chained to the floor. Blood ran down his arms, and down the chain, puddling at it's base.
"What is your name?" boomed a deep, demonic voice that echoed off the dark, damp, dirty walls of the small boys cell.
"Y-Yale. Yale York," the boy looked around him, giving Digityl a look at his face.
He was pretty, Digityl decided, even if he was mortal. Yale had tears running down his face, he was bruised and bloody. He wanted to go home.
"What are you?" called the same demonic voice. Yale sobbed and shook, the chains clinging uselessly. He looked directly at the door, pleadingly.
Digityl gasped when he saw Yale's eyes. They were electric blue with a silver pupil, and the whites of his eyes were black. Digityl had never seen anything like it.
"What are you?" asked the voice again, sounding impatient.
"Dominion."
Digityl's eyes widened. The boy was of God? How could he be here though?
"I have fallen," stated the boy blankly, as if answering Digityl's question. The room fell silent except for the boy sniffles.
"Who are you?" the voice asked once more. Digityl looked on, anxious.
"Yahriel."
Digityl bit his lip. Yahriel, Remembrance of God, Rules of the second Heaven and Prince of the Dominions. But he was so cute! through Digityl desperately.
Digityl jumped as Yale let out a shrill scream, his body spasmed violently. They were electrocuting him. A hand landed on Digityl shoulder, he looked up.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, kid?"
"None of your business, asshole," sneered Digityl, immediately regretting it when he was thrown against the wall.
"Little shit! Fuckin' kids," the man growled, "Six years old, for fucks sake."
Digityl, stood, glaring at the taller, older deman. He gave him the finger and stalked off towards his room, completely forgetting the small fallen soul in the bolted room.
He wouldn't remember him for years to come. Yale would never remember the small boy with clocks for eyes who peered into his cell, he would never remember his real name but Digityl would never forget it.
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