Aight prompt two here we go! I'll try my best to take everything I learned in my last chapter into account but if I forget something I'm sorry-

TheRandomPenguin

Prompt:
"Character A is kidnapped by a cult who seeks to sacrifice them to their god. The problem is, Character A is immortal and the god, Character B, is their lover."

TW: Trauma, blood, mentions of suicide, fire

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I really thought it'd be just like any other day. I wished it was, at least. Just like every other student at Vine Academy, I was on edge. Some kid had just committed suicide. That's enough to leave anyone in shock.

"See you later, Noah!" My friend waved, headed out of the school's front doors.

I gave a small wave back, turning my attention back to my locker.

Groaning, I reached into my locker and grabbed my bookbag. My peers were already filing out of the school and the atmosphere was somewhat tense. Like something... or someone was watching me.

I slung the bag over my shoulder with a huff, slamming the locker door shut and locking it while I pulled out a stick of gum and popped it in my mouth. I began to walk down the hall, bopping my head to the tune I created in my mind.

I could hear quiet murmurs from behind me but I ignored it. My mom always did say I have a wild imagination. I'd imagine beautiful worlds and the people in them with just a moment of thought. It was a gift, really.

My quiet daydreaming didn't last as long as I'd hoped when a searing pain shot down my back, the force of a blunt object knocking me over.

A quiet thud as the object was dropped was all I heard before a bag was thrown forcibly over my head. I fought back against the swirling tunnel of thoughts my mind seemed to be falling down. Would I be okay? What's happening? Who's doing this?!

But it all seemed to come to an end along with my conscious state.

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A light swayed back and forth, shadows casting down and around the room. A sort of chanting was what brought me to open my eyes.

People dressed in black and blue were huddled in front of a table, whispering and chattering quietly. 

The rest of my consciousness seemed to come all of a sudden, making me realize the situation at hand.

My arms were tied to the arms of a wooden chair in an almost uncomfortable way. A piece of grey duct tape was disgustingly placed over my mouth, only causing the alarm in me to rise.

I was actually a lot calmer than the usual human. I knew I couldn't die so anything they did to me would either be agonizing or traumatic.

Either option didn't compare to what happened when I was only 7 years old.

I won't go into the all the suffering I did but to put it simply, I was run over by a car. It was a normal, boring old day and boom.

A car.

I broke three ribs, fractured my arm and got brain damage. I should've died. I shouldn't have had to suffer for so long. Feel life being taken away from me, just to have me tipped on the edge of dying and yet nothing being enough to push me over. 

My mind wandered to the rhythmic chanting, recognizing a certain name I'd hope would be long forgotten.

James Comeiada.

We had grown up together. We were inseparable. Until he got up and dumped me. He just walked away and never came back to me. It hurt soo much to see him just leave me like that. We bonded over the fact that we both couldn't die. That god gave us this amazing gift that he became selfish over. 

A piercing, muffled scream cut through my thoughts. My own muffled scream. Blood dripped to the floor as a person I didn't recognize glided a knife along my arm.

The blade was pushed deeper, tears starting to fall uncontrollably.

"Stop! Stop it you idiots!"

A booming voice rang through the room, the knife on my skin coming to a rough halt as it reached my wrist.

"Is it really you, Noah?"

The tape was ripped off my mouth, me visibly wincing at the sting. "J-James..?"

James pushed the knife wielder to the side, cupping my cheek. "You've grown so much.." 

I stammered quietly, looking into his cloudy grey eyes. I don't remember them being grey.

He untied me with a distant look in his eyes, a smile upon his face. Grabbing my arm, I was pulled forward and close to his face. This didn't feel right.

James leaned towards my arm, sticking his tongue out and licking up my arm, smearing blood. I could feel his tongue dip in and out of the wounds, giving me an almost agonizingly perfect feeling.

I froze in shock at what was happening. This isn't James at all..

He finished what he was doing, looking me in the eyes with an innocent look.

"Imagine how much blood could come from such a pure being.."

How could he say that so calmly? So easily?!

"But then again.." James mumbled, tugging at my arm again so he could whisper quietly in my ear. "We both know you can't die~"

The tone in his voice made me weak. Whether it be from fear or from my longing to pull him into a heated kiss. I wasn't sure yet.

In a manor much to calm for James' personality, he picked me up bridal style. He smiled softly, looking at me in an almost sleepy way. 

I got lost in the void his hazy grey eyes pulled me down into, everything else in the room fading away. 

A smile creeped its way onto my face. I hate that I love everything about this. James carrying me to a possible agonizing and excruciating fate seemed to make my heart skip a beat, making me want him more.

Before I knew it, I felt the rough bark of a tree against my back. James twisted my arms in an uncomfortable way around the tree, tying it behind the tree trunk.

A cold liquid washed over me, everything becoming nothing but a hazy memory as James stepped away from me.

My smile fell and a fire sparked in James' hand. I like to think it was a magic fire power. Though it was probably just a match.

With a flick of his wrist, the match launched forward and the grass in front of me burst aflame, slithering towards me.

When was there grass?

When was I in a forest?

When did every part of me hurt?

When was I on fire?

A/N: I don't know how to feel about this-

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