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Him is known as the ultimate evil for a reason. He is absolutely horrible, disgusting, evil and dangerous, and the very confusing combo of handsome and beautiful. He and his siblings are feared by the people of Townsville, the people of Hell, and creatures, humans, and other otherworldly things in many realms, but mostly him, due to him roaming places and always being near. But something so strange as Him....can get so damn lonely. It started as just a small pang in his heart every now and then, to feeling it so so often, mostly when he was alone or going to bed or waking up. Till one day.......everything changed...
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But one letter stands out. A red and green envelope stands out, the red parts have Pride sigils while the green has glitter on it.
Him frowns as he stares at it. Why is my sigil on it? And where did it come from? Is it from dad? But he hasn't contacted none of us for years.
All these thoughts circle Him's mind like, who sent this? Where did they get this envelope? Is this Dad? No! Can't be. He hasn't contacted none of us in years. Can it? No. This is weird. Cuz Dad has different envelopes.
Him remembers one of the last letters his dad sent, and it wasn't this, because these are his colours and sigils. The ones his dad sent were just demonic symbols, no fixed one, and the envelopes were white with the symbols being red or yellow.
Then who could it be?
He hesitantly picks it up. And he NEVER hesitates, but he did. He looks at the front, his name in cursive white ink.
Him.
Wow.
He turns it over and opens it, there's a letter in it, he takes it out and unfolds the letter, he puts the envelope on the vanity, next to the other letters and starts to read it.
Dear Him,
I don't have words to explain the situation I am in.
Every time I see you, every time I watch you from afar, every time you smile, every time you laugh, every time you talk, every time you talk to yourself about the most random things to nobody, every time you sing, yes, every time you sing, it fills me with a feeling and sensation that I can't explain or find the word for.
Because I love you.
It seems silly and corny, but it's true, I do love you, more than anything.
I've never felt this about anyone or anything before, so I apologise if I am inexperienced.
I just want you to know that you are OK tonight, those Powerpuff Girl's should burn in the firey pits of torture chambers of Hell for what they did to you, I wish that you are taking care of yourself.
I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you, or to heal you, or to hold you close in my embrace.
But make sure to take tips on ways to properly cleanse, clean, and heal those injuries of yours.
With your bruises, make sure to massage the areas with ice or cold creams.
With the cuts, make sure to clean every 4 hours, and put band aids on every 9 hours, make time to give it air too.
Over all, make sure to bathe, moisturise and get plenty of rest, darling.
And remember, your brother is right, you're not alone.
-Your Secret Admirer. ♡
As he finishes the letter, Him's face is burning with blush. His face is filled with a dark shade of red, his knees feel weak, his eyes widened, his legs and hands shaking, his breath hitching every 5 seconds.
He slowly sinks down to the floor, staring at this letter, his eyes fill with small tears, but they're different, they're happy tears. He cracks a small smile and hugs the letter close to his chest.
"Oh my." He whispers into the air, he wipes a stray tear off his perfect cheek.
He somehow finds the leg strength to stand and go to sit on his bed, he sighs and looks down at the letter, in awe, that someone out there feels a true love enough to find him, and to write him such a beautiful letter, and to go as far as to help the best they can with tips for his injuries, which fills his cold and disgusting heart with a strange warmth.
He holds it closer to his chest, and he freezes when a whiff of a beautiful scent comes from the letter, a smell that makes him feel warm, a perfume, whoever sent this has good taste.
He smells the letter, and sighs in content.
"Oh wow."
He flops down to lay down, all with a wide smile on his face, the widest and genuine he had smiled in ages.
He lays there for a while before getting a grip and sitting up, he puts the letter on his bed side, and he stands up to take off his outfit
He undos his dress, taking it off. He then undos his corset, sighing in relief as the strain on his torso relieves, (and he untucks too, but I'm not writing that, it makes me cringe for some reason?) He puts on an old shirt and pants and goes to the bathroom.
He takes off his make-up and brushes his hair, occasionally adding a special oil to loosen the gel in his hair. After all that he goes to bed, thinking about that letter...
To be continued.....