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“What a lovely morning, it’s not usually this sunny,”
Bad sighed as he relaxed on his sofa. He drank a delicate cup of tea, his gaze softening to the scenery around him. He adored his lovely house, the priceless chandelier twirling above the stairs. Even if a couple of vines had snuck their way from downstairs, it still looked as pristine as ever.
Especially when he was around.
No, he wasn’t going to say his name. He didn’t even deserve a thought, even if his mind and body ached in fury. His eyes darted to his door, the red poisoning the white walls around it.
No, that would be rude. Rude to his lovely master and protector, the Egg.
He should be thanking it, not screaming at the fact the Egg stole the only man he loved from him.
He was always so emotional.
Or that’s what the Egg said.
He shifted in the sofa, the shine of the living room blinding him. But as his body attempted to relax, something else blinded him.
An arrow scraping across his nose.
He rushed away from his couch. He tore a glance at Skeppy’s door before he forced himself away. He grabbed a crossbow, flicking his demonic tongue in rage.
Nobody would break into his house and get away with it.
Especially when he had much more to protect than just himself.
Bad clicked his tongue, noises bouncing off the wall. His tail snaked across the floor, little clacks clacks as the spikes folded onto each other.
“Bold move I must say, especially since you’ve forgot a demon lives here,” He called out, hissing and spitting. His claws scraped across the wall, marking his territory as he searched for prey.
Or more accurately, intruders threatening his pack.
Suddenly, someone jumped up from behind him. Bad smashed back into the wall, his attackers crushed underneath him.
Bad throw him across the room, slamming him against the door. A few feeble groans were let out to try and stop him, he grinned. He forced them against the wall, hands pressed against their throat. Breath squeezed out of their system; his tail wrapped around their body.
“You’re defiantly bold I’ll tell you that,” Bad grinned.
“But just know there’s a reason I was forced to retire from the military,” Bad smiled.
And as he squeezed the man’s throats, he was snapped away. Grip lost, he looked around before he was beaten down.
Struggling, he stabbed his tail into his person’s back. Screeching, they rolled across the floor. Bad soon gained a grip, kicking them back. He pressed them down to the floor, froth flowing from his mouth.
Prey, prey was ready for him.
Though as soon as he laid his claws on him, his position was compromised as he landed face first next to the wall.
Gods, they were tougher than he thought.
He tore himself up the stairs, heart stabbing and beating. Red covered his vision as his chest pounded, claws unable to control their need for death. Something needed to happen, and it had to happen now.
A flash of black whipped by him, Bad continuing up the spiralling stairs.
“You really think I’d break into your house and not know the layout?” They called behind him. “You’re getting old, I’m surprised you’re even still running,” He snickered.
Unable to resist, Bad clawed thin air before he focused. He made his way through his bedroom.
Wind got stuck in his stomach as he nearly launched himself off the balcony. He stalked around, the person meeting him with a smirk.
His black hair thrashed around, the wind beating him down from the height. A bandana though kept some of his still and determined, a fixed smirk on his face.
“What’s got you all cocky?” Bad smirked.
“Because I know a lot more about than you think I do,” He smiled as he stepped into the sunlight.
A familiar tan face met him.
“I am your son after all,” Sapnap smirked.
“Sapnap, what the hell are you doing here? I thought you were off with your fiancées somewhere,” Bad struggled out.
“Plans fell through, got called for a special job in L’manburg,” Sapnap said, petting his crossbow. The metal flashed, a dangerous flash.
They both knew what it was.
Daemonium, a metal that perished any demons it came in contact with. And it being made into an arrow, likely soaked in holy water.
It would hurt a whole bunch more than being burned alive.
Because you burned internally.
“And when I found out you formed an egg cult, let me tell you I was shocked,” He laughed. “But at the end of the day, feelings don’t’ matter,” He said.
“I have a job to do, and I’ll do it well no matter what,” Sapnap smirked.
“Look son, you don’t need to do this,” Bad pleaded, eyes already burning from the metal. “Look I know something’s wrong, you loved your fiancées,” Bad said.
“Somebody’s gotten into your head, that company or whatever wants you to kill me, but you don’t,” Bad begged.
“It’s not a company dad, it’s the bloody government!” Sapnap cried out.
“You’re a danger to society, the whole entire country!” Sapnap yelled. “Gods, you’ve lost it so you don’t even realize what you’ve done, fucking hell,” Sapnap broke down, eyes watering.
Sapnap cried, tears sliding down his sun kissed cheeks. Slid down, exactly like holy water.
It even resembled the darn thing.
Maybe it was the light playing tricks on him, or so he thought.
“You’ve been locked in this bloody cell, your mansion or whatever while everybody is dying out there!” Sapnap yelled.
“It’s toxic Dad, it’s toxic,” Sapnap said. “That stuff on that egg shit or whatever, it’s contaminating the air everywhere,” Sapnap quietened down.
“It’s killing all of us, we had no other option but to kill you,” Sapnap explained. His eyes gazed down to his bow and arrow, Sapnap’s eye glinting the same as Bad’s.
Both men were filled with a deadly urge to kill, unrepayable in their current worlds.
Trapped in them since the first generations, both were demons who used their natural instincts for the right and wrong reasons.
And it lead to Sapnap killing his own father.
He shouldn’t have shown him how to kill.
Darn.
“You keep saying us, but it’s not true it’s not true Sapnap you don’t see this,” Bad pleaded, tears threatening to leak their seams. Bad struggled, both of them knowing they needed to kill the other.
It was in their blood, coded into their very bloody nature. Neither could resist, neither could fight the wars their blood and claws desired.
But Sapnap had more control than him.
That would be something he would never have.
“You don’t need to kill me, you don’t have to kill anybody in this darn world,” Bad pleaded. “I’m your dad son, I raised you when no one else would,” Bad said.
“I showed you all of this, I gave you all the skills you needed to kill me,” Bad said.
“And you expect me not to?” Sapnap asked. He chuckled, holding the knife in his hands.
“Now that would be a waste of all of that father bonding time won’t it?” Sapnap smirked. He darted with precise precision, eyes and weapon glinting in victory.
He knew he won, even seconds before his first strike.
And he always did.
That was the problem you see.
Bad’s claws reached out, stopping and screeching in pain. Metal met his heart, twitching as his body was attacked.
Infected. He was already infected. It didn’t matter what supernatural powers being a demon gave him. It could him anything, the moon and the stars.
But nothing could stop the blade of a Daemonium, not any strength every demon possessed in their small bodies could stop it. A hundred armies couldn’t, a thousand Kings couldn’t.
Nothing could stop the blade of a Daemonium.
And nothing could stop the fact he was going to die.
Right now.
Flames lit up inside of him, his body twitching as heat took over. It possessed his body, alighting his veins as they pumped with infinite fire. Spreading to every inch, tip to toe his mind was filled with one word.
“I’m going to die, I’m going to die,”
“I’m going to die because of my son, my own son killed me, the son I raised and protected for years from other demons was the one who killed me,”
Thoughts swarmed through his head, blazing through as the fire storm continued. His heart burts, flames rising and smoke wafting through his body.
Eyes red and raw, throat alight with smoke and the passion of an fire, unstoppable in the fate of the universe.
Beg. Beg for your son not to kill you.
He couldn’t die, even if he had to.
Inevitable, Inevitable
All he was repeated, to himself the last thing to ever surface from the inferno of his mind.
Burned behind repair, fire storms bewitching his brain. Nothing much mush now, scorch and burns abandoning the burned masterpiece that once were him.
Reduced to nothing, in front of him as the dagger winked.
“Never kill me, don’t kill me Sapnap,” Bad begged, throat smoky. Vision breaking apart, he saw the true boy he raised.
Chubby cheeks, wide sparkling eyes bright with adventure. Still so long, so long until the hunger for violence would possess him. So young, so sweet and innocent.
Perfect boy, perfect son.
It all but possessed him not to see the real murderer in front of him.
“Good to see you go old man,” Sapnap smirked. Bad was pushed off the balcony, body hitting the floor as he floated up in ash.
Nothing but ash remained, nothing but a stain on the ground below him.
That’s all he was, that was the only mark he left on the world.
A mark on the ground.
A stain to society.
And most importantly, a finished job for his beloved son.