Written by: _The_Nosiest_Bitch_

Edited

Warnings: Gore, angst, blood

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Damien's/Izroul's POV
Drip... Drip...

Small droplets of crimson blood fell from open wounds, only to collide with the ground in a small puddle that had formed. The liquid belonged to a woman, though her face was shielded by a black mist. Her arms and legs were littered with scars both old and new, and her entire body laid limp as it was strung along the wall by rusted chains.

I was slightly startled when she shifted slightly, causing the chains to rattle, and for a moment I thought she might stand, but she merely coughed harshly and groaned before going limp once more. A launched through the darkroom before the sound of an iron door creaking open sounded out, the room filling with dim candle-light.

A form entered the room with the candle, and though I strained to see their face, it remained unclear to me as they advanced towards the woman. With a flick of their wrist, the mist around her face was gone, and the identity of the woman was revealed. My blood ran cold at the sight.

(Y/N). Why was she here? Why was she injured? Who dared to take her? How long had she been here? My mind was going a mile a minute, but I knew that I needed to keep my thoughts straight to actually get anything done. I tried to step forward and grab the devil who smirked down at her limp form, only for my hands to phase through him.

I gasped and stumbled back, staring at my hands in shock before looking back up at them. The devil slapped (Y/N) awake, and she gazed into space in a trance before turning her attention to the being that stood before her. Her normally bright (E/C) eyes had gone dull, and her spark had long since died. The devil laughed again and set the candle aside, cracking his fingers.

"So, what shall we do today, Pet? How about a few lashes, or maybe you'd like your skin torn off? Oh! I know! Let's do both with a spiked whip!" The devil clapped his hands in glee and turned towards a shelf to grab what he needed. Once he retrieved his item, he turned back to (Y/N) and smirked. "Let's have some fun, shall we?"

(Y/N) was released from her place on the wall, only to be forced back into chains on the ground. The devil kicked her back and forced her onto her hands and knees, her hands already balled into fists.

The devil rose the whip up high above his head and brought it down before I could even scream. The nails in the whip ripped and tore at her flesh, though (Y/N) did not utter a sound. Her face was still an expressionless void, and this only seemed to anger the devil further and increase the quickness of his lashes. Soon, her back was only a red mush, and she had long since collapsed onto the floor.

I could only weep on the floor, powerless to help her as my world turned dark.

(Y/N)'s/Reader's POV
Drip... Drip...

The light patter of rain could be heard through the window as a candle flickered beside me, the air smelling of old and new books alike. I flipped to the next page of Common Sense by Thomas Paine, when suddenly I heard distant yelling.

Curious, I set a bookmark in my place and stood from my chair, placing the book aside before following the sound down the hall. The sounds only continued to grow louder as I approached, and I grew more worried by the second.

All the noise led me to Damien's room, and I opened the door slightly before peeking inside. In the dim light of the moon, I could see Damien tossing and turning violently in his bed, covering his head as he yelled and cried. A gasp escaped me as I rushed to his side.

I placed a hand on his shoulder and ran my other through his hair, trying to calm him down as I sang softly.

"Good night, my angel, time to close your eyes
And save these questions for another day
I think I know what you've been asking me
I think you know what I've been trying to say

I promised I would never leave you
And you should always know
Where ever you may go
No matter where you are
I never will be far away"

Damien's movements became less panicked and he leaned into my touch slightly, a small smile painting his features. I smiled at the sight and stood, turning towards the door to leave when I heard him say something that I never thought I'd get to hear pass his lips.

"I love you," Damien said, sitting up in his bed while staring at me. I stared right back without knowing what to say, so whatever I said next was not of my own accord. Not that it mattered. It was still true.

"I love you too, Damien." Is what I had said, and although it had slipped out, I don't regret it. Damien's eyes lit up at my response as I walked back over to his bedside. I slightly pushed back down so he was laying in bed before pecking his cheek. "It's time to sleep, Sweetheart. I'll make sure no more nightmares come to get you."

Damien complied without question and quickly fell asleep while I was running a hanhandhrough his hair, making me smile. He was my version of 'Prince Charming', and I was his 'Knight in Shining Armor'. Although you may call it strange, that was my perfect fairytale.

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The song used was 'Lullaby' by Billy Joel.