⚠ Child Abuse, Killing, sadistic thoughts, revenge ⚠

<7 years ago>

"Why did you have to misbehave at the store, you stupid child?!" Virgil's mom yelled at him. "I just said I was hungry!" Virgil says, covering his ears at the yelling.
"Don't you backtalk me! We were in public, you're not allowed to say that in public!" she says, smacking Virgil across the face harshly.

Virgil started crying, holding where his mother had smacked him. "Shut up! You fucking crybaby!" she yells at him.
His dad took Virgil's arm and held it to a burner on the stove, which he had turned on. "No, stop!! Please it hurts stop it!! I'm sorry!!" Virgil yells, crying loudly and trying to pull his arm off.

"Don't you fucking fight, you won't win, stupid boy!" he says, slashing Virgil's collarbone with a knife. "Go to your fucking room, now!!" his mom yelled, grabbing him by the hair and pushing him in the direction of his room.

Virgil went to his room and cried, holding his burned arm. His mother locked him in, which he was used to.

His arm hurt. Badly. But he couldn't do anything about it.

This was normal for him. Burning, cutting, yelling. His parents hated him for reasons he just can't understand. And he's only 11 years old.

At times like this when he was locked in his room, he at least felt a little safer. Granted, he wasn't getting food when he was in his room, but at least he wasn't being beaten, burned, or cut.

He did get bored though, as he wasn't allowed to have anything like a phone or toys. So, he would come up with games he could play in his head.
One of them was that he was the Shadow Ward, who could control the darkness. He often fantasized about strangling his parents with shadow hands, watching them beg for mercy.

He loved the imaginary looks on their faces when he did that. He felt in control, for once. He felt powerful. Of course, that fantasy would be ripped out of his mind every time he was allowed out of his room just to be beaten again.

<present day>

"Put me down!! I don't even know who you are!! Virgil, baby, come on, you wouldn't let this man kill me, would you?" his mother says.

See, Roman was serious about what he said. So Virgil really did show him where he lived prior to being taken. And right now, Roman was holding Virgil's mother by the neck.

Virgil looks at her. "Hm. Let my abusive, inhumane mother live, or let my boyfriend kill her. Gee, such a hard choice." he says.
Roman tightened his grip with a smirk, choking her. "See, mom, quite frankly, I've had just about enough of you and father treating me like a piece of garbage. Not to mention the fact that you've scarred almost every inch of my body, and I don't trust you to not have another kid and do the same to them." Virgil says as his mother struggled to breathe.

"You get what you deserve for hurting your own flesh and blood, woman." Roman says as Virgil's mother passes out. He kept his grip for a few minutes before dropping her.
"Now where's your father?" he asks Virgil, his red eyes practically glowing with rage.

"He'll be home from work here soon. In the meantime, why don't you cool down a bit, my prince?" Virgil says, pushing off one side of his hoodie and exposing his neck.
"Sweet in more ways than one, Amata~" Roman purrs, biting Virgil's neck. "A-amata? Th-that's a new one-" Virgil says, blushing a little.

Roman pulled away after a moment and kisses Virgil briefly. "It means ‘beloved’." he says with a smile. "So romantic~" Virgil says, giggling.
A short while later, his dad walked through the door. "Who the hell are you and what did you do to my wife?!" he asks, then seeing Virgil.

"You get over here right now for running away from home, you stupid fucking boy!" he says, going to grab at Virgil but being stopped by Roman gripping his wrist.
"You. Will never. Lay a hand on my boyfriend. Ever. Again." Roman growled. Virgil's dad tried to pull his hand away.

"Don't you fight back. You won't win." Virgil tells him, repeating his father's own words to him.
Roman bit his wrist, injecting him with basically poison. "Don't worry, it'll only take an hour to kill you, tops." he says.

Virgil's dad hissed in pain, collapsing to the floor. Roman smirked and looked at Virgil. "Shall we head home now?" he asks. Virgil nods and took Roman's hand, flipping his father off before leaving.

When they got back to the castle, Virgil seemed quite happy. "Hey, Ro? I have a question." he says. "Ask away, my love."

"What did you put into my father's bloodstream?" he asks. Roman chuckles. "Poison. Vampires have 3 different things they can do to a human when they bite them: feed on them, turn them, and kill them."
"That's cool as fuck- how do you control which one you do?" Virgil asks. "It's complicated- I usually just think about what I want to do to them, and it happens." Roman says.

Virgil nods. Roman smiles. "Love, your birthday is coming up, isn't it?" he asks. Virgil nods. "Mhm, in like, 2 weeks why?" Virgil asks.
Roman smirks. "Well, among other gifts and such, I had something... Else in mind that we could do, if you want~?" he purrs. Virgil blushes brightly. "D-did you just offer me birthday sex-?" he asks.

Roman chuckles. "I did." he says, making Virgil blush more. "I- I mean I- j-just.. B-be gentle-?" he stutters.
Roman smiles. "I wouldn't dream of hurting you." he says before kissing Virgil softly. Virgil kisses back, blushing a little.

"I love you, Virgil." Roman says once they pull away. "I love you too, Ro."