𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 mangled mindset of everything belonging to him , and yet of his own bodily autonomy not even being within his own rights . flesh littered in deep violet bruises and torn open wounds , scars embedded into his back just between where two priceless , gilded wings sit on either side of his spine , unable of being torn out —- and yet , that never stopped his devil of a father from cutting into them with blades searing with the heat of hellfire lit from the epitome of blasphemous sin . unbelonging to himself , desperate to reclaim anything as his own , child god tore souls from the depths of hidden graves , swallowed down spirits as if he were to be executed and this meal was to be his last , swore never to give himself over to anyone the way his father claimed him as his own —- a tool , a weapon , a possession . it was never accordance to the plan of a young prince to hand himself over willingly , to pry his ribcage open and expose the wilted garden of floral rarities to a demon so far below himself , to allow said demon to wrap his own name about the prison bars of his ribcage and embed himself into rotting bones that lie there . a secret garden laid out for the taking , for unsettlingly familiar hands stained in his own liquid crimson to pick the flowers from and crush them beneath claw - tipped fingers , against the weight of scarred palms . it was unexpected , even to the boy crafted of untamed horrors , for the feel of claws scratching his insides into the remnants of a gory mess to become something so welcome , something he would get on his knees and grovel at the feet of a lowly beast for , something he would turn himself upside down and inside out just to feel over and over and over —- beauty in rage , he would suppose , in that same inane silence that overcame him every time valix sunk venomous fangs into the heart of such a divine abomination . he submitted himself to valix , let him lay his claim on the mangled heart of a broken boy —- and now he would get the demon to do the same , brand his own name into the inside of valix’s throat and make him cry for him again and again and again . rip out his tongue and drip his own faux love into his mouth before clawing it back out with needle - pointed fingertips , let him know his own damnation without ever tasting its glory . let him choke on the fingers that once begged him to hold them , lay his own claim upon his own broken demon boy and play this very game of sweet revenge , taunting him with fits of faux love hanging over his head as the victor of this losing game of theirs .
monster boy dares inject the same pretty venom he was once infected with into the crystalline veins of another monster boy , a poison coated in candy , saccharine at first taste , that bleeds into a burnt and bitter palate ; toxin that would otherwise go unnoticed , if the after - effects didn’t leave skin set aflame with the scorching heat of faux affection . befallen prince crowned in bloodied thorns would never deem himself capable of conquering the very rose - coloured beast he once had bloodstained palms held open for , fingers grasping and ungrasping and grasping again to hold the very hands he once thought might kill him in a fit of something akin to a rose quartz facade , though he supposes that this very instance , valix now the one crumbling at decayed seams , translucent numbness pulled back to reveal searing pain and wounds lain in shreds , is what conquest must feel like , what valix must have been so familiar with so many months ago . did it have to end this way ? some distant and far off semblance of his heart dares think , were the stars so aligned that not even two abominations to the heavens could possibly betray their fate ? if they had both been raised under a different sky , if the making of two monsters had never caught up to them , nature versus nurture hadn’t threatened to double - crossed them —- could they have loved freely ? in the same way the sun loved the moon ? withered heart aches briefly in the silence of such a forsaken wish , before fractured ringlets of gold settle upon the crystaled drops set pretty against the rosied skin of valix’s cheeks , and the corners of bloodied petals upturn without his consent . who new such a broken boy could be so beautiful , in such a horrifically sinister sort of way ? weak , covered in the life - line of some poor and pathetic victim , and all zazzy can think is break him further , he’ll look so pretty on his knees for your love back .
nephilim child , forbidden son of the devil , it would have always ended this way , bound in steel chains to a grim reaper’s fate , two monsters drenched in each other’s blood as they swallow down their sins —- love was never to become you , tragedy meant to eat you whole .
sorry about the blood on your hands , zazzy’s soul whispers to valix in a fit of solemn and unsolicited silence , i wish it was mine .
and yet being the one in control is an addiction in and of itself , dangling his love over valix’s head like a treat meant to tame a beast , letting him have a taste and then pulling it back from his awaiting mouth , away , away , away , far beyond the reach of a demon belonging at the prince’s feet . the most fun he’s had in ages , entertainment fit for a god , finally understanding why his once beloved found the taste of bleeding hearts to be so addicting . valix fits the role of the puppet , the plaything , with practised ease , while the child king slips into that into the puppeteer as if it were made for him —- perhaps it should have been this way from the beginning , zazzy was simply too blinded by the faux beauty of a monster to realise it , too wound in the bindings of a loveless facade to become self - aware . pitiful thing , he laughs to himself , who knew murder could look so pathetic ?
there’s an inane sort of chaos that comes with a being of hell falling into scarlet - tinted hellfire , with flames licking at their skin and crawling into their mouths and eating them alive from the inside out ; a dance across the cracked marbled floors of the divine , both of them slipping through the fractures and falling into each other , into a demise perhaps neither of them knew was waiting to swallow them whole . ❛ ah , but monsters doing monstrous things is the epitome of hell , isn’t not ? am i not a monster doing monstrous things just by standing here , observing you covered in a gory mess ? ❜ smile takes home upon bitten lips , eyes upturned into half - crescent moons as amusement overcomes him , entertainment and an undying need for revenge enveloping all reason . half - human child becomes a bit less humane , gives into the horrors of being an exiled archangel , something wanted dead or alive by the divine . fingers press harder against valix’s jaw , the prince draws his face closer , lips mere inches from the demon’s , air shared between them . ❛ bet you wish you could make such a mess out of me , hm , baby ? you’re welcome to try , my love , though somehow , i fail to think that you could possibly endure anymore embarrassment than you’re facing now , huh ? all vulnerable and teary - eyed for me … surprised you’re not begging yet . ❜ words feel genuine and feigned all the same as they fall from his lips , and he supposes that this might be what it feels like to sentence someone to eternal damnation . valix deserves it , deserves far worse —- and yet , some part of him finds that he needs to keep reminding himself of such a thing . valix deserves it , again , and again , and again . ❛ because you can say whatever you want about being unable to love a monster , but i think you’ve lost your touch , valix … because i don’t believe you , not like i once would have . you fall for me so bad that you can’t even lie anymore ? that’s what you were always best at . ❜ inches closer to the other , lets a blood - touched thumb drag across valix’s bottom lip , smearing pretty petals in scarlet and crimson before he’s suddenly shoved back . gilded eyes blink , once , and again , before bringing his thumb to his own mouth and licking any remnants of blood clean in absolute silence , eyes fixated only on the monster boy before him as words that tear like knives from the inside out are spit out at him .
❛ the fact that i’m an abomination is indisputable , but unwanted ? silly demon , who is there that wants me more than you ? i can practically taste the heartache , the yearning —- the desperation from here . being a puppet for my father may be true , but at least i’m not the plaything of that puppet , hm ? you can’t say the same . ❜ thunder sounds over their heads as wings shift at either side of his spine , boy made of golden smoke all but appearing right in front of the other once again . lithe hand , scarlet flames flecked with gold dancing at eternally sin - stained fingertips , drag across the supple flesh of valix’s throat , touches not quite threatening , but lacking any romantic responsibility that they might have obtained so long ago . ❛ i’m thinking … eternal damnation seems fitting for you , and wouldn’t it be such a humiliating death to have your throat ripped out by heaven’s abomination himself ? ❜ presses fingers into the rosied skin of his neck , usually dark pupils dipping into something crimson , something inhumane as the golden irises glow in ringlets of tamed sunlight . ❛ or should something as pitiful as you simply be choked out of his own mind . i’d say you’re hardly worth getting blood on my pretty wings , hm , lixie ? ❜ pokes bottom lip out into something akin to a feigned pout as grip around the other’s neck tightens ever - so - slightly . ❛ unless you think you can spill my blood first . wanna add my heart to this new collection of yours ? you might look extra pretty with the remnants of it all over your hands like that . ❜ hold on the other’s neck increases steadily , other hand coming up to valix’s face with a newfound purpose , something glimmering between his fingers beneath the dull light of purgatory . ❛ you know , lixie , you talk too much … used to find your voice entrancing , but now it’s just —- mm . mouthy . ❜ the tip of a cold blade , something crafted of silver and gold , forged of holy oil and the flames of hellfire , comes to drag across the demon’s cheek , shallowly slicing into the supple flesh there . a soft hum spills past bloodied petals and into the air between them as he draws the blade back , away from valix’s skin and to his own face , tongue pokes out from behind pearled ivory teeth , running along the sharp end of the blade , licking the remnants of blood from sterling silver and gold . ❛ bet you wouldn’t be no bite , all talk if i carved your tongue from your mouth , hm ? let you drown in your own blood , maybe —- the noises you’d make would be pretty , i bet . ❜ blade returns to valix’s skin , pressed against the corner of his mouth and running up his cheek , shallowly dipping into the fresh wound already there .
𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 , what happened for you to end up this way ? bright eyes replaced with hooded dark hues , pretty pearl and gold flecked wings replaced with something more ravenous in nature . morals skewed , heart of gold withering away into ash . the divine being , the one that wouldn’t hurt a fly , now onto his next victim in a power hungry pursuit . power meant everyone would finally notice him , finally look at him as something more than a meaningless angel with tiny fluttering wings . moonlight danced around a darkened silhouette as souring wings let him glide among thundering clouds . the clouds dared not let a single drop down below , knowing that was not what he wanted . rather not get his pretty wings wet , or to wash any remnants of heaven’s golden blood . rain’s iridescent droplets too scared to touch such vile creature had waited for him to leave it’s presence before descending below . piece by piece , heart of pure light had dimmed , until now the shadow in it’s chamber could be mistaken for emptiness . malachi couldn’t remember how he was like before , this was his past , present , and future . if there was anything he had learned , it was the power that stayed with him the most . no one was to cower before someone weak and innocent , he had needed to prove himself worthy to himself before he could show others his vast strengths . now the power of the heavens was flowing through his veins , for every divine who had fallen by his hand had given a piece of their ever flowing energy to him . and what a sacrifice that had to be made for the greater good , he thought . it was better for him to have strength and power because that would mean everyone would love him . they would cower in fear , but adore him nonetheless . however , a problem stood in his way , he had gotten rid of every twinkling star , and now there was nothing left up in the heavens . where were he to go ? once one gets a taste of murder , of power , it was hard to control one’s greed . especially now that he felt like he could crush planets , galaxies , probably throw the sun out from the center of the solar system with a wave of a hand . but , what was the point of power when there wasn’t anyone left to rule ? so , he wouldn’t destroy everything , humans as pitiful as they were , spared to become his loyal subjects .
that wasn’t enough for him , though . there was another ruler just below him , and that meant , competition . it meant someone else was getting praise and love that rightfully belonged to malachi and malachi alone . how dare someone bow in the presence of another being , someone who hadn’t deserved the right to own the words ruler or king . malachi had known about this so called devil from the prince of hell himself . the one he had fallen for , the one who had caused his skin to burn and throat to ache , but the one he had known was by his side . no one else had payed him much attention , however this prince , had taken time to make sure he wasn’t weak . to make sure he would get revenge on those who had hurt him and to bestow no mercy on those who turned their backs on him . this was the reason for his wings so petite and fragile to grow into something almost daring to compete with his love’s own . perhaps getting rid of someone so sinister would make him a little less of it himself , maybe things would cancel out in his favor . he would also finally be someone with power , someone fit to rule beside his prince .
so , underneath a bloody moon , the monstrous angel drifted below to hell’s grounds . until he was face to face with the devil himself . oddly the look in monster’s eyes reflected the same passion malachi had held in his . the devil wasn’t one to go down without a fight , a losing battle for one against the killer of all the heavens , and finally he had taken his last breath . malachi could feel the utter strength that came with the murdering hell’s own ruler . he was unbeatable , a monster of his own making , but he was in the right . this is what everyone had deserved , right ? it was like hell was it’s own living being , shaking and crumbling at the seams to the death of its ruler . he sat on the throne , a gory mess just below him , finally at ease . when you’re at the top there was nothing that could bother you , not even the crimson droplets falling from his charcoal wings . his love would come soon , knowing that everyone in hell could probably sense the change itself . if only he could have been more discreet about it , a pout rested on his face as he waited patiently .
drip , drop , drip , drop
silence engulfed the thrown room , rose filled drops the only sign of life—or rather—death .
“ rip it out , then . rip my throat out . i'd like to see you do it , maybe i'd love getting killed at the hands of someone i love so dearly . ” demon couldn't lie to himself , he wanted the other's touch on his skin . wanted it there for as long as he would let it be , but something about being this weak kept irritating him . even if he were to love the monster prince , he would never allow himself to be humiliated like this . ridiculed by his previous plaything , someone that would melt at his touch was now trying to get him to do the same . which , he would do in a heartbeat , but he was never one to go down without a fight . in a sense , he was simply a sore loser . “ choke me . do as you please , if that's what you want . i wouldn't want to get in the way of what my prince desires , hm ? ” he knew this was revenge , something to get back at him , and perhaps he did deserve it . “ or are you afraid to kill someone you once loved more than anyone else ? why are you hesitating ? you want to get your petty little revenge so bad , just do it already . ” valix knew that the other could never , as much as he knows he wasn’t loved , he just knew he wasn’t going to die there right then . what was the point of getting rid of him so fast anyways , if this was truly revenge it should last a while . mouth opens to retort back another comment , when the hold on his neck grows stronger . words die at the tip of his tongue , eyebrow raised at the other's action . mismatched gaze widening in a sort of surprise , and he couldn’t deny he was a bit excited . pain inflicted by someone he loved , it was heartbreaking yet exhilarating all the same . sharp fangs come to bite his own bottom lip before slipping back behind cherried petals . he had to control himself , but the demon was still very much himself , in love or not , he still was excited in the face of pain . blade to be reaped by the monster nephlim before him , something that he had never expected , but something that caused his gaze to harden . a soft wince appeared on his features as blade cut into skin , but he couldn't hide a small smirk that came along with it . watching almost longingly as the other's pretty tongue comes into view , heart beating just a bit faster , and maybe if this was the way he was going to be killed , he'd be okay with it . “ carve it out , it's yours . maybe then you'd be satisfied, ” he all but breathes out . demon boy's hand dare to raise up and touch the nephlim's own , bringing the blade into his own mouth , swirling it around his tongue . gaze intensely set on the other , almost as if a dare , a silent sort of make me if you wish me to be silenced .
in what felt like a blink of an eye , the room started shaking as if hell was collapsing in on itself . blade skewed and hand on the monster prince’s arm for support , he had a terrible feeling in his chest as if this was the end of it all . as if this was how he was going to die , the end of hell entirely . the demon couldn't fear any further when they were both engulfed in the familiar golden smoke that the two used to share frequently . scanning the room before him he let out the softest of gasps , in front of them was a mangled mess that he could tell was zazzy's father . it felt almost surreal being there , especially like this . gaze flickers up and this time he takes a step back , hand still tightly grabbing the fabric of zazzy's shirt , and he stares in terror as he sees himself on the throne before them . was that him ? no , it couldn't be him because he was right there next to the prince of hell . then who was that ? he knew of angel counterparts , never interested in his own , assuming they would never see each other anyways . however , this wasn't an angel , this couldn't be his counterpart if they were a murderer as well ? weren't the divine supposed to be better ? supposed to radiate light and be crafted of gold ? not ... something more evil than anything he's ever seen before . " zazzy ? ” he couldn't make out any of his questions , shaky hands too afraid to let go of the one he loved .
to his surprise , his love had shown up right on time , however someone all too familiar had shown up beside him . a strange feeling of jealousy overtook the angel , what was the meaning of such lowlife clinging onto his prince ? “ my love , ” he stands , edging closer to the two in uncertainty , “ you brought him here so i could kill him too ? ” he knew what would happen if he killed his counterpart , there was no going back from that , but he didn't care the slightest . “ you weren't ... with him by any chance ? ” he's now face to face with his love , eyes wide and threatening , “ i was waiting for you ... got rid of the vermin for you . you can finally rule , as i rule the heavens you can rule by my side in hell . ” a hand is brought out for the nephlim to take , “ come , sit on the throne , and i'll get rid of our guest. ”