Third Persons POV

● Royal Room 666● Hospital●Hell●

Slow shallow breaths was the only thing heard inside the lavishly decorated room. The beautiful interior could not distract the melancholic demons surrounding a large bed, where a bruised and battered body lay.

Scratches, bruises, broken bones, lost teeth, and broken skin that once littered the small teen's body were all erased with a simple snap of their fingers. But what they couldn't heal was the mental and emotional trauma the human suffered. The mind is a fragile place, especially for humans. Even though Dipper is exceptionally strong-willed, it was almost impossible for a young human such as him to not have any detrimental wounds. The poor mortal had taken refuge in the only place he could hide in his moment of desperation, his own mind, it was not in any of their area of expertise, that type of power lay on Eva's son. He had the power of the mind and dreams, he was the only one able to pull his own mate from the shackles of his own mind.

She looked at the broken man that sat beside the bed. His hair the messiest it's ever been, his pristine golden suit had holes and scratches on it, of which she knew he got from capturing, almost killing the demon that put his mate into this state, tear tracks stained his face, and his bright eye held a dullness she never saw before.

Eva wanted to reach out to her son, to comfort him like any mother would do. But she knew those shadows behind the dullness of his eyes, where the darkness was hiding. Anything could trigger that uncontrollable monster from within. So she couldn't risk it, especially now, with her sons mate needing Bill more than ever before. The only thing to do now was wait, wait until her son had calmed down. Time was a constraining foe. How she wished her little Beast was here. He was always the harsh truth of the situation. Which was exactly what they currently needed, since everyone didn't want to address the elephant in the room.

Then wait again for him to realize that Dipper wasn't coming back on his own. That his mortal mate was trapped in his own cycle of agony. Again, they would wait for him to calm down, and realize that he was the only one with the power to help his mate. Only then will the woman step in, but only as an assurance. Encouragement, that he will save Dipper. She wouldn't lie and say this was none of their faults. But say that if they had the power to fix things they would. But for them they could do nothing, but for Bill he had the power to fix it all if he'd just try.

It's going to be a slow process, it agonizing, it's cruel, but it's the only way for her son to learn and grow from this. There was no need to coddle him. Every action had its consequence, even those consequence have consequences, and this was his challenge to overcome. Not hers, they could only hope for the best for they are only puppets in mother Fate's hands.

The suffering mother felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked over her shoulder and bit her lip harder than intended. Blood dripped from the new wound, and she took refuge in her husband's arms.

They left quietly, knowing fully well that at that moment, Bill was a ticking time bomb.

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Bills sat beside the bed, his spine hunched in a painful angle but he didn't find it in himself to care. Dull eyes shifted around his loves flawless form, a heart wrenching contradiction to how he looked previously, barely two hours ago. He felt like his soul was sucked out of him, he tried to stop any tears from straying onto his cheeks, but traitors as they were, salty droplets of water fell full force. He stayed in this state for an hour until they healed him, slowly his sobs had ceased. Now, he felt like a hollow shell of the demon he once was.

He stared at his beloved's pale and unmoving hand, his desire to hold it almost unbearable. He wishes he could beg and plead, ask that he was alright, right? Earlier was just a dream right? It was just a creation of his own subconscious right? His Pine tree was just sleeping right? He's just dreaming happy dreams about mythical creature's right? Then his darling would wake up and greet him with the teen's warm eyes and gentle smile, right? They were just playing a prank right? His parents were just great actors right? Those tears are fake right?

Right?

No his heart did not feel hollow. His brain did not feel like it was just chewed by Cerberus and spat back into his skull. No his body did not feel numb. No he wasn't lonely. Or sad. Or angry. Or confused. Or guilty. Or depressed. Or anything.

That's right.

Any second now his Mason would wake up, and ask him what's wrong. Dipper would console him, and they would laugh and brush it off as a horrible dream. Yes, a dream. Or a nightmare.

This was after all fake. He was not in his physical form, no ,no ,no ,no ,no ,no ,no ,no ,no ,no ,no ,no ,NO ,NO ,NO ,NO ,NO ,NO, he was not. He was just, just, just, just, just, just, creating this illusion for entertainment, experiment, as a joke.

Bills denial went on for hours, days, weeks, months. He sat there just looking sharply at Dipper, not making any move to get closer or touch him. He made no sound, just a shuffle or two of his feet. The Lucitors, Marco, Star, Eva, Death, the occasional nurse and doctor came in and out of the room. The two medical personnel or healers as they are commonly called in the entirety of the demonic population were mainly there to check and tend to both Bill and his mortal mate.

It was only after six months did Bill actually made an effort to talk. Unluckily for the demoness nurse, who was the only demon present for such occasion, was the target of Bills question.

"Why isn't he waking up?" The dream demon questioned in almost a whisper.

The young and newly transferred demoness flinched, feeling startled when the demon spoke. She stared in wonder and slight fear at the sudden words of the older, it was quite a surprise to hear him speak after all these months of tending to both him and the human on the bed. Luckily for her, she had enough sense to recognize the blonde man was royalty, excluding his disheveled appearance, the power he exuded was tremendous.

"Pardon, sir?" She asked hesitantly.

"Why isn't Mason waking up?" He asked again, louder this time, at a normal speaking level. His voice had an edge that had the poor nurse quivering in fear, and because of the lack of use the hoarse tilt made it much more terrifying.

She could practically taste the uncontrolled and unstable magic lashing out inside the demons skin. This terrified her even more.

"I do not know sir. I was only ordered to take care of both of you. I was not informed of the young mortal's illness. "She answered softly. Hopefully that was the answer he was looking for, hopefully.

But one glance at the golden demon had her screams ripped out from her lungs, echoing through the very foundation of the hospital.

Doctors scrambled from their offices, healers, assistants, and nurses alike stampeded to the ground zero of the sudden screams that quaked through the building. Patients peered curiously through the crowds of demonic medical personnel. Everyone shuddered as a chilling roar ripped through the air, soon there was screaming, pleads of mercy.

A tall lanky figure, covered in a body length cloak that hid his form, with deer like antlers, and colorful eyes that sees through your soul. He passed the crowd, pass the panicking demon.

Normally, this particular demon wouldn't be in the underworld or hell as the locals liked to call their realm for pun related reasons, he much preferred the solitude of his home. But, alas his partner badly needed the expertise of the healers employed in this establishment, after they needed to make sure that their child would be welcomed into the world healthy and safe. Their precious seedling was now a few days old and would take his first breath of chemical free air tomorrow, the healer had given them the permission to be discharged after all.

But this, this was extremely interesting. The figure hummed as he passed through a familiar wave of weirdness, luckily for him after years of dealing with this particular demons shit, he was practically immune to the the shocking effect of the weirdness.

He needed to hurry this up, his little Light and seedling were waiting for him. And as he peered through the misshapen doorway, he was not surprised to see the dream demon in his partially transformed form, but what did surprise him was how Bill was curled around a bed housing a fragile mortal of what he thinks is the demons mate.

"William." The figure muttered sternly, and in an instant the partially transformed demon snapped its single eye towards him.

Bill remained like that, staring and still. Uncharacteristic of the abnormally annoying demon.

"William, what are you doing?" The figure asked in a soft voice.

Bill's increasingly unstable mind almost didn't recognize the demon that entered the room. When he did, he visibly relaxed a little.

" PrOtEcTiNg MaTe?" The figure I knew this was supposed to be a statement. But it's sounded more like a question, as if the demon was unsure with himself.

"I see." The figure tilted its head thoughtfully, his hood shifting forward hiding his face even more. He has never seen the annoying and hyper demon like this, quiet, contemplating, and... crying?

"FaUlT...MaTe...MiNe" Bill's form turned to a melancholic blue. His body flashed and he was back into his hunched form. Like an agile predator, Bill lunged to the figure and cried.

The doctors, healers, nurses, assistants, and patients stared dumbfounded at the golden demon. Most believed this demon, the All Seeing Eye, was an invincible fortress, untamed by silly things such as emotion. But their eyes held understanding as they heard the word 'mate', mates were after all, precious. In every demons lifetime, they would be lucky if they find their mates at all. They only had one mate their entire life, and with the demons erratic lifestyle only 40% of the entire population managed to find their mate. For a demon as powerful as the Bill to find his, was a wondrous occasion. But from what they could gather from the situation, the almighty demons mate is in terrible condition.

Bill wailed, sobbed, sniffed and choked on his own spit as he screamed and sobbed all his troubles to the only other person he trusted with his troubles.

"Sh...Sh... Calm down William, our reunion after eons and you greet your dearest brother like this. "The figure, Bill's brother, chuckled lightly. But Bill continued to cry, body fading to a deeper shade of blue. Almost navy.

"Why isn't he waking up?" Bill repeated, again and again.

The older examined the young man on the bed. "It seems that the boy is trapped in the shackles of his own mind."

Bill froze for a few short moments before his sobs intensified. The other demon sighed before grabbing his brother onto the chair beside the bed, he made sure that his little brother was comfortable enough to sit upright.

"Calm down William, it's unbecoming for a demon of your age and stature to act like a toddler." The other gently scolded, although the slightly narrowed looked in those glassy eye has him chuckling a bit. "Of course it's perfectly understandable for you to act as such." The older wiped Bills tears and snot with his little brothers own shirt, but not without both of their expressions twisting in disgust.

"Diablo, don't leave please." Bills pride would never admit that he ever begged his brother. Still, Diablo smiled behind his heavy hood. "Of course."

Diablo thought back to his little light, perhaps his little love would understand his delay to him. It's most likely that his light would scold him for leaving his own brother alone, after all his light's brother is precious to him and he would expect Diablo to do the same, for which he would willingly obliged. Yes, his love would understand.

Diablo began to hum a forgotten tune from his all but lost childhood. The hooded demon unconsciously flicked his fingers and the door closed with an unheard click, ensuring the siblings' privacy. With another flick, the curtains closed, enveloping the room in semi-darkness.

Just like in their youths, Diablo began his small trick by closing his right palm in front of Bills eye in a reasonable distance. The younger dazedly focused on the appendage in front of him. The second demon shrugged his hood off, revealing a dark wood-like figure blending into the darkness that the demons body exuded, dark hair pressed neatly onto his head, the older was slender with colorful eyes that had a ring of gold, and branch like antlers. Diablo opened his wood-like hand and the soft glow of firefly like lights began to dance at the tip of his palm before dispersing and multiplying into tiny stars flickering and gathering onto his antlers. Almost like a hallow.

Bill smiled childishly, but his eyes didn't spark like his brother expected it to. Understandable but equally frustrating, considering the situation.

Diablo reminisced the times when he could make his brother smile brightly in their childhood. Even if there was a significant gap of a few hundred years. If only he could do that now, but unfortunately his brother had grown up into an astoundingly weird demon, any brother would be proud of. But just like humans, demons face struggles that they have difficulty dealing with. There comes a peak in every being life where they will ultimately have to choose between the split road where their own fate will be decided. For Diablo, he has already walked on his chosen path and he couldn't be any happier.

For his brother however, he doubts this is the so called climax of his life. He had already been informed by their parents of what exactly Bill and his mate, Dipper, were. He has no doubts that there will be more difficult decisions Bill will have to make in the near future. The frowning demon can only hope Bill was ready to make them, hopefully with his mate by his side.

With a deep sigh, Diablo consoled, "Brother, please do no waste your anger with something useless as despair. Chin up now." Through his words were harsh, his brothers fragile countenance twitched and he saw the dream demons eye flash red.

"You dare..." But Bills words were cut off by the elder's swift words.

"You are a Dream Demon, you are the only one with the power and capabilities to free your mate." The older pushed.

As the older brother, he had an obligation to tell his brother the truth if it was for the best for the younger's well-being, even if it would hurt. But that did not mean he liked telling Bill this.

Diablo exasperatedly rolled his eyes when Bills form took a blood red hue.

"Look William, as hurtful my words are, they are the truth. You do have the right to be angry with them. But you don't have to blame me or anyone else other than the person responsible for putting your mate in this state. As I am sure you have already taken care of the problem, the only thing you have to figure out now is how to help your mate, as I have told you earlier."

Diablo said sharply, silently musing that if his own mate had gotten hurt he would have already gone into a rampage. But Bill didn't need to know that.

Bills body finally took his normal yellow color as he settled down on the uncomfortable chair. His Pine tree was hurt and it was his fault. Partly, anyways, most of it was done by that fugitive. As far as he knew, it was unknown as to why or how the demon had managed to infiltrate a castle of fully trained and armed demons.

Swallowing thickly, Bill strained his eyes towards his beloveds closed ones. Behind those were the most beautiful and warmest chocolate that Bill had ever seen. His Pine tree's formerly soft hair was now greasy with what little sanitation he was given. The sickly sheen of Dipper's skin and the unnatural thinness of his body made you almost forget that this young man traversed through the forest of Gravity Falls regularly and faced of many life threatening situations against supernatural creatures. Though, he had been a kitten until recently.

Hours ticked by and Bill remained lost in his thoughts, at some point he faintly heard his brother leave quietly telling his that he would come back the next day.

Half an hour later, his muddled mind barely registered his parents barging into the room and rounding the bed to see his face. Perhaps they saw something, because once his mother and father caught sight of his face they looked at each other smiling, hope and relief gracing their features.

The only thing that he actually comprehended was his mother's question.

"What are you going to do next, dear?" She smiled.

"I am going to get my mate back."

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And honestly, I don't have any excuse for not updating. Mainly because of all the excitement of the pandemic crisis. And the lack of inspiration+boredom here in quarantine.

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