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Okay maybe it was a bad idea. Maybe Forrest shouldn’t have gotten involved with them but they were nicer than most people. A lot nicer. Forrest couldn't believe himself, all he wanted was accurate facts for his novel, and he ended up talking with murderers.
Forrest looked up at his pc after hearing a ding. He stared at the notification on his screen.
‘GOREBOY WOULD LIKE TO VIDEO CALL.’
Well shit. Forrest frowned, it’s not like he didn’t want to talk to Ronin but the devil wannabe was the reason why he was on the server so it would be rude to ignore him.
‘The reason why you are friends with killers.’ a voice rang out, it sounded just like Ronin.
With a sigh, he answers the call.
“There's my favorite enigma. Started to think you were going to keep me waiting.” Ronin says, smiling as he looks at Forrest.
“Maybe I should’ve, maybe I should have made you beg to see my face.” He told Robin, forcing a smile.
Forrest internally cringed at himself.
‘Why did I do that?’ He asked himself, looking down at his journal before up at Ronin.
“What do you want, Ronin? I'm surprised you are even awake.” Forrest said, leaning back into his chair.
“What? I can't talk to my favorite writer?” Forrest’s eyes widened, his breath stopped in his throat as he processed what Ronin said.
“I AM a killer, just like you.” Forrest said back, staring at Ronin.
Forrest didn’t know what to believe anymore, he started to think maybe he was one, his lie starting to make him think that maybe he was like Ronin and the others. Maybe he was a demon dancing with a devil, and that devil happened to be Ronin.
Ronin only chuckled, sending a shiver up the other’s back.
“I know the truth. Have you not questioned how you got into the server? I let you in because you needed a muse. And I’m your wish fulfillment.” Ronin said back, still smiling before adding on, “Let’s finish our game.”
Forrest sighed, closing the journal, sitting up at his desk. His brother wouldn’t be home until late, he had some time.
“Fine.” Is all Forrest had to say.
The two sat there playing truth or dare before Forrest finally asked.
“Truth. Tell me your name.” Though Forrest knew it already.
“I’ve been telling you, didn’t I tell you to hear it?” Ronin said, as Forrest looked at the name he had written down.
“I know who you are. You’re Ronin Beaufort.” Forrest told him while just saying the words sounded like venom in his mouth, he knew he was right.
“Hah! You impress me, darling. It’s Ronin Beaufort . The Devil’s Butcher. Meet me in Purgatory."
And that's where Forrest found himself. The small alleyway where Ronin committed his acts of death. Forrest hopes he didn’t become another part of Ronin’s act. Though he felt like he already had
“So we meet.” Ronin said he walked in front of Forrest.
“So we do.” Forrest said, backing into the wall, he never wanted to kill Ronin. And he wouldn't.
Forrest won’t lie to himself, he does love Ronin, he shouldn’t and he knows it. He grew fond of the server, his friends who just so happen to be killers. If he had a choice, he would turn and be like them.
Wait.
‘I do have a choice.’ He thought.
Ronin had him pinned against the wall, two choices rang out in his head as he and Ronin talked.
‘I don’t want to kill him.’ Forrest thought, as he grabbed Ronin, kissing the killer.
Arms wrapped around him, Ronin’s arms wrapped around him, holding him tight. Forrest’s head went fuzzy as he leaned on Ronin. All he could think was this pretty pretty being. The devil who loves him like a fallen angel.
Ronin started laughing, arm over his face as he held onto Forrest. Forrest smiled like a drunken man as he stared at his darling.
‘My Devil. My Darling. My EVERYTHING. ’ Forrest thought as leaned on the wall, Ronin still holding him.
No one tells you how much someone means to you. Forrest wanted to do it, to kill Ronin but he couldn’t. He knew he wouldn’t be able. The feeling of his knife pressed on Ronin’s neck? That scared him.
Forrest watched as Ronin laughed, still holding onto the killer, his lucifer.
Footsteps sounded out, someone was behind them as Ronin turned to look at the person. A smile made its way to his face again as he moved closer, his crowbar in hand as Forrest grabbed his knife.
It didn’t take long for the person to die. Forrest had moved Ronin away from the guy who had gone to hurt his devil.
Forrest stopped, staring down at the ground. He had killed someone.
That someone. That someone wanted to hurt Ronin. They say life is too short to be dancing with the devil. But Forrest dances here, dancing with his Devil.
He was the Devil’s Darling, a killer and a writer.
He knew he shouldn’t but could you blame him? He was insane and he knew it.