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I was… lying on the red ground. Fissures as far as the Beholder’s eyeball could see. Blood spilled all around. Fire. Fire covered the ground. The sky… was burning. It’s as if… the end of the monster realm.
Bodies of demons and angels lay bruised, battered, demolished, brutally maimed, some barely clinging to live. It was… an all-out war. Heaven and Hell had broken their bonds. Angels came swooping down shooting arrows, casting holy magic, heavenly knights slashed through Hell’s armies.
Cerberus appeared and breathed flames on to the intruding holy beings. Fire and dark magic mixed to counter the holy magic. Some angels burned and evaporated. Some demons disintegrated in holy light. Up ahead I see a familiar monster in armor. I slowly get up to look closer.
A familiar red demon with one and a half horn. Was the horn broken off during the fight? No, it was prior before the war. He clashed with one of Heaven’s generals. I start moving. Moving towards the fight to save him. The demon unleashed a fire spell on to the golden shining knight. It barely scratched the armor of the holy entity.
The holy knight engulfed the demon with a light that restricted his movements.
I ran faster.
The holy knight charged with their sword pointed forward.
I ran faster.
The blade connects and pierces through the demon. Blood splatters behind him.
I tripped and fell. Darkness consumed me.
“OZ!!!”
“Haah!?!?” I woke up with a jolt. A warm hand on my shoulder shook me awake. What greeted me was the moon shining brightly in the night sky through a window. Flames engulfed the outside like a forest fire.
This… isn’t my apartment. The bed I was on was more comfortable than the one I usually sleep on. I turn over to see the red demon from my dream, staring at me with an annoyed frown.
“The fuck Oz? You were squirming and making weird noises.”
“Damien…” He had sat up on the bed, shirtless. Not a sign of a sword wound on his toned torso. That’s when I realized I was in Hell; in Damien’s room. Right. I decided to sleepover at his place. We’ve been… dating for a while now.
“So? You gonna tell me the fuck happened to you or are you just gonna stare at me like a dumb-uh?”
“…D-Damien…” I launched myself on to him and hugged him like he’s my lifeline. He was warm. He’s okay. Tears stung my eyes and threatened to come out. “Y-You’re… okay…” I whimpered.
I heard him exhale for a moment and he wrapped his arms around me. “Of course I’m okay. The hell did you expect?” He said lowly.
I sniffled. “S-Sorry… I had a nightmare. I saw… you die in that dream.” I hug him a bit tighter. “There was *hic* a war and… I saw you get stabbed…”
He’s so warm, it’s so comforting. I felt him rubbing my back to calm me down. His hands were warm too; it sent a small shiver on my back.
“…You’re okay. It’s just a bad dream.” He nuzzled into my neck. “…Fuck that nightmare.” He mumbled.
“S-Sorry. I didn’t mean to w-wake you up.”
“It’s… whatever. As long as you’re okay.”
He took his time to comfort me: he ran his hand up and down my back and rubbed my head with his other one. Getting closer to Damien has really showed off this softer side to him. It's very endearing to see him like this. There really is more to him than just fire and committing crimes if you're patient around him. I sigh in relief, knowing he's here with me.
Damien kisses my temple and slowly moves away to look at me. "You okay now?"
I nod to him, feeling a blush on my face from his kiss. "Yeah. Thanks." I crinkle my eyes to make it look like I'm smiling to him.
He scratches his bed head and looks away. Is he blushing? “C’mon. It’s still the middle of the fucking night.” He lowered himself back on to his royal bed.
I do the same and turn towards him. His beautiful gold eyes shine in the dark as he looks at me as well. “…C’mere.” He holds me on my shoulder, ushering me towards him. I do as he says and he brings the blanket over us. He snakes an arm on my waist and keeps me close to his chest. His heartbeat thumps in a steady rhythm, lulling my eyelids to lower. His body heat engulfs me like a warm electric blanket.
“…Love you, Damien.”
“Love you too, noob.”
It’s the last thing I heard and the last thing I felt was a kiss to my forehead before I went back to an uninterrupted peaceful sleep.