Pico's Perspective

A few minutes earlier

I glared at the tall imp standing before me who was scowling, bent over me with a sharp knife. Luckily for me, his ridiculously open posture made it easy to stab him. While we both exchanged angry glares and stayed still, I could only think of Keith. He must be bawling and scared out of his mind. I have to safely get out of this situation, for Keith. For.. For me. My racing heartbeat continued to pound in the back of my head, making it hard to focus. All of my body was screaming to run or play dead, but I wasn't going to do either. That would result in me surely dying. After another moment of unfocused planning, I looked up at the demon and sighed. "If I set this down, will you not hurt me?" I asked calmly as the rather savage beast snorted. "If I do," he growled, "you must allow us to take what we came for." He snarled in a deep voice. "And what is that?" I asked while holding the blade closer to his stomach. "That blue boy of course. He belongs to the demons now." He said confidently, holding his knife to the back of my throat. This guy has obviously never killed someone before. "Wrong, he belongs to me now." I spat before thrusting the knife into strange, tough skin. The demon screeched and kicked me to the floor, knocking the air out of me with the force. I tried my best to recover from the physical shock and panted, watching the heavily bleeding demon the whole time. He screeched and flailed his head violently, either in a blind rage or in pain. I slowly pushed my torso up so I could attempt to get away, still recovering. The demon suddenly stopped flailing and ripped out the knife from his stomach, tossing it aside. This is bad. Really bad. I struggled to get up as quickly as I could and I was met by a full force tackle, completely ruining my attempts to escape. The demon screeched loudly and stared at me with blood red orbs that seemed to float in a pool of shadows. "You're not going anywhere, you little shit." The demon spat and bent down, drooling on my face. "You will be a delicious meal for me~." He purred out maliciously. He then moved closer and his pupils slitted. "Mortal, I'm curious, what makes you so compelled to keep this blue thing?" He asked while breathing waves of hot air onto my face.

I stared at the beast and my mind swirled with thoughts of Keith once again. This demon doesn't know about compassion or love. "Well... Mortals sometimes feel this connection with each other and want to be each other's life mates. Other times the connection Isn't permanent." I told the demon as he set his head on my neck bone, making it feel like it would break. He then tilted his head and got comfortable, seeming as I wasn't going anywhere due to how heavy he was. "... Is that what you mortals call love?" He asked with a curious stare. "Yeah... and if their life mate is taken away, they become depressed and alone." I told the demon, seeing him in more of a childish light now that he was acting this way. It's very strange that he was just trying to kill me, and now he's asking me what love is. It's better than dying I suppose. The demon blinked and continued to curiously stare at me. "Can I have a life mate?" He whispered and loosened his grip on my arms. "I'm sure you could.. If you wanted." I told the rather emotional demon. I've never met a demon who wants to explore emotions, not until now. He slowly got off of me and stared at me, releasing his grip on my arms. "... If... If you... Find me a life mate.. I will let you and the blue thing be life mates." He said in a docile voice, his pupils rounding out like a cat's would. Then I heard the sound of sirens and knew what would happen next. I immediately began to back away from the demon and he panicked at the sound of the sirens. He lunged forward and just barely grabbed my leg, yanking me down. I tensed as the demon fumbled with his knife, then stabbing my leg. For some reason he didn't even try hard, it was like a panicked last resort. I cried out in pain and watched as the demon panicked. He suddenly pushed into my body in a gelatinous form and my mind went numb. I felt so dizzy and sick, like I would puke and die at the same time. I yelled for help and held my head, feeling a terrible burning sensation in my brain. My conscience split, one side being the demon's and the other mine. The agonizing pain stopped when I felt a calming wave sweep through my body. I was passing out. For a moment I could see Keith, and my mouth uttered something. The demon was trying to speak for me, but he was failing miserably. When I felt his hand slowly rubbing my cheek to comfort me, I couldn't sense anything else. Not a noise. no sight. No taste. Just the soft hand gently caressing my cheek, telling me it would be okay. With that feeling I slipped away from the world and my mind shut down.

The next thing I could feel was the mind of the demon, controlling my senses and keeping me numb. The demon was also looking through my mind, curiously flitting through my different memories. Though I couldn't feel my body, I could see the spirit of the demon watching my memories. I moved close to the demon's spirit, pressing against it. The demon seemed more scared and upset than I was, so this was the only way I could comfort it. A warm feeling resonated from the spirit, and it formed a shape like the demon's body. Similarly I also shaped into a human figure, but I couldn't speak. I sat next to the demon and we both calmly looked through my good memories, mostly with Keith or my friends. The demon seemed specifically interested in my memories with Keith, pausing to watch them and giving off a warm aura. This place was where I dream every night, but it was empty and instead holding my loose memories from the past. The demon stopped at one memory in particular, pressing his clawed hands on it. He liked the memory of when Keith and I had our first kiss. It's one of my favorite memories too. The demon looked at me and put my hand on the memory, keeping his hand on mine. I could hear his thoughts now that we touch, I could hear him telling me he wants that feeling. I could speak to him now that we're connected. "Don't worry.. When I wake up, you can have that feeling. Keith is very loving and will give me love. And you're in me, so he will give you love too." I told him, not using my lips, but speaking with my thoughts. "Mortal has been kind to me. Mortals and demons are not supposed to like each other.. But you are. Has this life mate made you soft?" The demon asked as he stared at the memory. "Yes.. Keith makes me feel so indescribably happy that I can't be on guard anymore. I feel overwhelmingly loved for once in my life." I told the demon who slowly picked up my spiritual form and held me. "Do not worry mortal. You shall be protected by me now. Nothing will separate you from your life mate." He said and warmed my soul. "Now.. You must go into your body again and feel pain. I will be here, in your mind. In your body." He told me and my spirit began floating away from the demon. I felt my eyes close and my body return to me, along with pain. Lots of pain. I tried to open my eyes and winced at the brightness of the hospital lights. Where is my Keith? As I looked around and my eyes adjusted to the light, My gaze rested on the sight of my boyfriend slowly massaging my hand and holding it. I relaxed and gently squeezed his hand,  causing him to gasp and look at me. He gently hugged me and I smiled, wrapping my free arm around him. My other arm had an IV in it. I hate IV's, but I love my boyfriend. I smiled sleepily as Keith showered me in kisses. "Oh Pico! I'm so glad you're okay!" He said happily and I laughed. He was giving me so many kisses.