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Seth's POV

I pull up to the gay bar, wrinkling my nose at the alcoholic smell reeking from the building. I check my phone again, rechecking the coordinates. I open the car door and hop out, walking away from the town as I start having the crawl because of the dense foliage. As I pull myself up from the brush, I see a set of imprints in the ground. Very light, from hours and hours ago. They seem to either be a deity or someone with no weight. I'm gonna go with the former rather than the latter. I army crawl my way down this path, making sure I won't be seen. It's slow, but better safe than sorry, eh? As a small clearing becomes clearer into my view(get it? Idk it was bad and I wanted to). A small, dark, ominous structure is hidden away in the treaves(spelling mistake but I wanted to keep it in there because it proves how tired I was). I immediately, but still cautiously, walk towards it. As I do, I hear a moan of pain coming from it. It's hard to tell who it is, but the voice that comes after it proves that it's a little Irishman, and I only know one.

"L-lucas, stop-p... I can t-take it... f-for now, b-but he'll die if-f you k-keep g-going..."

What's going on?

I'm able to peek through a small crack without being seen, and what I see...

Sam is bleeding in so many places, I can't tell the original source. A knife is next to him is so close to being stuck in his cheek, and it'd be the final blow. A tree trunk from an oak rests upon his back. There's blood everywhere, and a pool is slowly forming from the liquid leaking from his mouth. He's chained, tied up in rope. I bite my lower lip as I see Sean.

Dear God.

He's bleeding everywhere. His shirt that was white before is now red. Deep, deep red. Deities, especially Demons, can take a beating, but Jack will die if he takes another hit. His throat is blood red. He's been cut there, and I know for a fact that that's his Heel. His Achilles Heel. Everyone has one, but Deities have them physically. Jack's is his throat, and mine is the back of my neck, my spine. If someone tries to break my neck, I die. Even though I'm the apprentice of death. But Jack is so hurt. How was he even able to make noise, let alone sound fine over the phone? I hold my breath, trying everything to remain unseen and unheard.

Then I feel someone tap my shoulder. I almost scream as I turn around, trying to find who's there. A young man with blond hair puts his finger to his lips in a 'shh' motion. I frantically trying to ask who he is, but he shakes his head. The guy pulls out his phone and opens the text app, turning it to silent. I realize what he's trying to do, and I follow suite.

Me: Who are you?

Unkown: Felix whats ur name

Me: Seth. What are you?

Felix: I'm a sort of messenger btwn a demon and angel im also a friend of jack

Me: How did both of those happen?

Felix: The demon and angel needed someone and apparently im special or some bs and they asked me to do it so i thought sure why the hell not so boom I met jack at the gay belle while he knocked sam out i did it to see how it would play out but I don't know who the other guy is

Me: That's Lucas. He's a bastard. I thought that Jack was for us but he made a deal with Lucas. I went into the D.W. and found his text history with Lucas. He wants morality.

Felix: I dont see why he seemed like a cool dude idk why hed ever do that let alone for mortality

Me: He'd said multiple times that he hated his job.

Felix: I still dont see why the immortality matters he could just ask for a different job

Me: It's a little bit more complicated than that.

Felix: Yeah I guess...How do we help?

Me: We?

Felix: Well I'm not letting you do this alone

Me: Why not? You're more easily killed. I've dealt with deities before.

Felix: cmon bro i can help

Me: I doubt that.

Felix: Pls

Me: No

Felix: fine ill stay here just incase

Me: You really shouldn't....

Felix: nah bro this is my compromise ill stay here you go in its a fair deal

With that, Felix turns off his phone and gives me a weary smile. I give him a lousy excuse of a thumbs up. I turn back to the Demons and Mortal on the other side of the shrubbery. I grimace once again when I see Sam's bleeding face. His eyes are closed. No. No... He can't be dead. Keep your cool, Seth. He's not dead. I grit my teeth, rushing into the cave, invoking the power of a Feind.

"Get your hands off of them, scum." Lucas whirls around towards me, a little smirk covering a snarl.

"Seth!" He purrs. "I was wondering when you'd show up." I growl.

"Cut through the Disney villain crap. Stop hurting them." I sidestep a small knife as it whips by my ear.

"S-seth..." I wince as I hear a small voice croak out my name. Sam is conscious and obviously in agony. He has his head hanging down, but his blood-shot eyes are firmly trained on me.

"Save your breath, Sam. I'll be with you when I finish with this douchebag.

You too, Sean." There's no response from either of the victims. Lucas lets out a laugh, stepping towards me, stumbling. I see his eyes and try not to scream. They're slate gray. Devoid of color, just like how he's devoid of sanity. I wonder how long he's been like this. Broken.

But can't broken things always be fixed?

"SKIT ANSIKTE TIK!!!!" Felix bursts into the cave, a black shotgun trained on Lucas's face. I sigh.

"Felix, guns don't work on deities." The Swedish man growls and pulls out a small hunting knife.

"Does this work?" I shrug.

"Sure, why no-" I gag, feeling two cold hands clench around my neck. Blood from Lucas's hands trails down my chest. While I was talking with Felix, Lucas had crept up on me, getting ready to choke me. "L-u-ca-" The madman laughs in my ear.

"Always pay attention, Seth. I thought you knew better." I claw at my throat, trying to get Lucas off of me. He eventually does, but not before chaining me up. Felix lets out a little,

"Shit." As he dodges out of the way, hiding in the corner. Lucas doesn't seem to care.

You know what? I'm done. Lucas has lied to me so much. Raped me. Tortured me. I'm at my breaking point. And I'm gonna snap. I start screaming.

"YOU SON OF A MOTHERFUCKING CUNT-ASS BITCH!!!!!!! YOU PROMISED ME YOU WOULDN'T HARM HIM!!!!!! I LITERALLY GOT FUCKED BY YOU SO YOU WOULDN'T HURT SAM, AND WHAT DO YOU DO????? GO OUT AND GODDAMN TORTURE HIM!!!!! I'M FUCKING DONE!!!! I'VE SPENT ALL THESE YEARS HAVING TO DEAL WITH YOU, AND I'M DONE!!!!!!!!!"

A small giggle.

A chuckle.

Then a maniacized laugh.

"Seth..." I freeze.

"Do you really think I actually cared?"