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'Maybe I should fucking eat his heart out to ensure those feelings he harbored towards someone that wasn't me would disappear'
Wemmbu thought to himself as his head ached, a soulless corpse laid beneath him with eyes wide open. Was it judgment day? Because even in death their eyes pierced through his being almost like it was still responsive. His mind couldn't help but think that what they went through wasn't enough in response
Why was it staring at him like that?
It was in his nature to be ruthless, the whole server knew that. Demons were made to destroy anything that proved to be an obstacle in their way of wrecking havoc in servers, expected to fulfill the goal of corruption
Yet when he heard about the rumor of Flame fucking Frags being inlove with somebody that hasn't been revealed, it terribly became a hindrance to Wemmbu's progress
His rival, his other half was getting involved with server members that was beneath him in a manner that would've surely disgusted their creator. How did Wemmbu know the culprit was a lower being compared to him? Simple
There was no one else considered equal to the strongest player in this server, except Wemmbu
So how did an amateur leveled player manage to snag the position the purple demon was supposed to be in?
Wemmbu knew Flame loved to play 'different from the rest', the blaze hybrid having different beliefs that strongly went against what they were made for and mannerism that differed from their culture was something the man always prided himself in
Wemmbu understands, that's one of the reasons to why he loved Flame in the first place.
What he didn't though, was how bold the latter was in choosing to rebel against their society's norm with someone else rather than the former
Wemmbu's hand made it's way to the corpse's face, gloved fingers slowly trailed to the lawmen's eyelids but not before prodding at the cold soft flesh.
The thought of Flame choosing someone Wemmbu wasn't aware of existing annoyed him to no end, didn't their world only revolve around each other? This was an error in Flame's behavior to correct
Wemmbu guaranteed to himself that he will make the immortal demon change and abandon those feelings
Thinking about this further only made his head hurt even more, his fingers lay on top of the lawmen's eyelids as he closed their eyes
A sound of amusement erupted from him, if he couldn't change Flame's mind then maybe he'll just kill him. Or die trying to at least
Because what is a world, a universe, a milky way if Flame didn't reciprocate this ugly feeling Wemmbu felt for him?
His other hand gripped his mace tightly, it was covered in blood Wemmbu was unfamiliar with. Gambit drank it happily though, the fuel was enough to keep his weapon content which meant the former still had a long adventure ahead of him
He allowed muscle memory to take over and smash his mace repeatedly against the deceased body until it was no longer recognizable, EXP, items scattered everywhere as the only evidence of their existence was the gore they left behind
Days slowly passed by and Wemmbu still wasn't tired of searching for this mystery person. Countless players kissed Wemmbu's mace personally with none left to live to share how his heavy weapon tasted like
Could Gambit be blamed for it though? It was relentless and hungry in it's wake, similar to it's wielder who was searching for an average player. Wemmbu didn't think it would be this hard, but he admits that maybe he underestimated them too much
He was failing. And failure was something that should've taken effort to achieve for somebody his status
His fingers wrapped itself within his hair and he tugged on it, hard. Wemmbu bit down on his tongue, his brain immediately recognized the familiar taste of iron making contact with his taste buds
Frankly he was starting to find this whole searching and interrogating annoying. He didn't have the patience to play Sherlock Holmes or be an assassin
But because this feeling called 'love' made it impossible to defy the need to obey and do anything for Flame, he was forced to assume the roles with little to no knowledge on how they're meant to be played
If Wemmbu ever found Flame before this mystery person, he'll make sure to dig his claws inside the other. Intrude Flame's vessel while making himself at home uncomfortably just for revenge for the feelings that was the source of distaste caused by the immortal demon
"Wemmbu, bro are you okay?"
At the voice of a familiar seraphim, his head immediately snapped to the direction it came from. Eggchan stood straight, the eyeball seated comfortably on his white hair staring at the pathetic sight Wemmbu was
Wemmbu allowed a choked sob to escape his being. He hated vulnerability because it only meant years of hurting himself and others was gone to a waste if his heart even considered feeling the emotion he was meant to feel at the time
Eggchan slowly approached before he crouched to meet his eyes and be on equal grounds of Wemmbu's state. It was so reassuring, so freeing to be seen by someone he trusted the most
His finger tangled in his hair was slowly being freed by the freezing numb fingers that belonged to Eggchan
The pair stayed quiet, an uncommon thing between the two but it only meant understanding nonetheless. Before Wemmbu even knew it, the angel was already combing his fingers through the former's hair like always but without the comb
Wemmbu was the first one to break the silence
"Egg.. Egg. How am I even supposed to react?" Words that were not laced with his usual secretive front started to bubble and surface
"He is my only salvation. The only one meant to see me in my most raw form, and he's supposed to play his part in it too," He clenched his fists, nails dug itself on his silky gloves
Eggchan didn't respond yet the atmosphere alone gave away that he too was feeling for Wemmbu's disheartened state, the seraphim couldn't grasp the entirety of his best friend's state but it was deadly, enough to slaughter a good portion of the server members
"it's not fair. It's not fair Egg. Why does a mid level server member gets his attention while I had to earn it through fights? Are they not enough to feed his lust for fights?"
Wemmbu was cut short of his angry ranting when Eggchan softly turned his body so that he could look at his reflection. His hair was tied back in the usual high ponytail but the ugly expression he currently had was enough to swallow his words back down
Black marks and black smoke exited his mouth that only appeared when he was experiencing a strong feeling was also slowly making themselves known, this wasn't good
He slowly took deep breaths with Eggchan guiding him through the process. Wemmbu was okay, no he will be okay and not lose composure here. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to feel the cold atmosphere of the area
When he opened them again, he looked back to his reflection. Evidence of his ender traits were gone, his heart beat was back to it's slow beat he was sure of it
The demon took another deep breath with a smile that crept on his face, Eggchan could recognize it was the one that meant Wemmbu had a bad idea in mind. One that his best friend will always support and encourage nonetheless
"I swear once I find Flamefrags, I'll stake my claim on him"
Eggchan couldn't help but pray for mercy on Flame's end. Wemmbu's presence was surrounded by a heavy amount of strong feelings that screamed someone was going to be heavily injured
When Wemmbu indeed had found FlameFrags, not too long after, he was disheveled and covered in blood. Blood that obviously wasn't his
"Yo Wemmbu? What's up with y-"
He wasn't allowed the privilege to speak. Gambit was swiftly swung in his direction, Flame responded to the attack with a second delayed but was able to Parry it
"?! Wemmbu what are you doing-!"
Wemmbu was fortunate in his findings because it was clear to him Flame was obviously exhausted, which only gave him the upper hand in this situation
He wasted no time in committing the act of 'dishonor' and kicking the blindfolded male to the ground, Gambit hovering a millimeter above the immortal demon
Flame groaned when Wemmbu placed a heel on Flame's diaphragm, it wasn't enough to stop his breathing altogether but be a remainder of the power the mace wielder currently held
"Word on the street says that you're inlove with someone, FlameFrags"
"are we dead serious right now-"
Wemmbu didn't hesitate to step harder in retaliation, he wasn't going to let Flame talk his way out of this
"Do you really think I'm messing around here Imm-mortal-demon?"
He finally lifted his mace to face his demon beneath him, who looked like a sight to be seen. A beauty that Wemmbu certainly wouldn't want any other players to see or even experience once in their life
"Gambit isn't covered in blood just for show Flamey"
The mace wielder crouched down to get a better look at Flame in this state, his piece of art and soon to be gore if the other even did one move that Wemmbu wouldn't like
His fingers slowly reached out to his blindfold and laid there without a word, even though his fingers wanted to so badly rip it off of Flame, he couldn't find it in himself to do so without permission
"..you can remove it."
Given the verbal permission, Wemmbu wasted no time and untied the blindfold that served as a barrier for intimacy that Wemmbu so badly craved
Now, the purple demon was on all fours above the demon he loved the most. His long purple hair fell to his sides, it served to cover the both of them from this world. Flame's breath hitched and his body temperature was heating up quick
"You have about 15 seconds to tell me who you have been supposedly crushing on before I let Gambit personally deliver you back to where we came from."
"Chill bro?!"
FlameFrags should even consider himself lucky he gets a few seconds to give Wemmbu the right answer, the previous players didn't even get any time
"5"
"4"
"3"
"oh my gosh bro it's you—!"
The response stunned Wemmbu but after a few seconds, he immediately recovered from the shock. Staring at Flame with an unreadable expression
As time slowly ticked by, Flame couldn't help but maybe think he might've said the wrong thing
"uh bro? Surely you're not offended by the thought right-"
"Good. I'm good, your good."
Wemmbu spoke so carefully it was terrifying, even moreso when a smile tugged on the end of his lip
"I was hoping you'd say that"
Before Flame could react, Wemmbu made the decision to reach for the immortal demons aorta. He sunk his claws to the middle of Flame's torso before forcing his hand in that carved a hole
The soft flesh and the familiar texture of blood made Wemmbu feel at home, even more because he was committing his acts of love towards his new boyfriend
He pulled out the aorta agonizingly slow and watched the aorta disconnect from the ascending aorta so easily. Ultimately deciding to swallow it whole Infront of Flame
Flame was left to watch before sputtering out a weak response
"you're such a fucking freak, you know that?"