34. Copy and paste an excerpt youāre particularly fond of.
34. COPY & PASTE AN EXCERPT YOU'RE PARTICULARLY FOND OF
frankly this is kinda rude since you know all of the excerpts i'm fond of???
ok i finally picked one but i had to include your reply as Diavolo for full context
The young dying demon claps his hand over his mouth. If Lucifer ever found out about the things heās sayingā¦ even in death he should have pride, and dignity. He doesnāt, but he should.
āYouā¦ you canāt possibly know, or understand what Iām feeling right now. Youāre all-powerful, you get everything and anything you want. You just keep watching people die around you and you never feel it.
āNoā¦ screw that. Youāve taken so much from meā¦ your condolences mean nothing until you know why I am so. fucking. afraid.ā
Xhura practically slams his hand down, palm-open on the table.
āTake it. You owe me this, My Lord.ā
Diavolo doesn't enjoy it, exactly. He's doing doing everything he can to prevent further death and suffering!
It's the reason this is the second time he's been willing to sacrifice a version of Xhuraā¦ though, maybe that's a hypothetical worth debating later. Because the first one never got a choice.
Would you die so that another version of you could be safe and happy with another version of Lucifer?
But there is too much overlap and risks and memories andā
Diavolo sighs and then nods. "One moment." He raises his hand to cast a sort of shield around the walls of this room, confining all sound and hopefully all magic cast to remain within this perimeter.
He thinks he knows what Xhura is planning. Barbatos would forbid him taking that hand. Even Lucifer would. He owes Xhura more than this.
The Prince will be responsible as well if this causes any ripples out in the universe. Nonetheless, he drains the last of his drink and, with a deep breath, lies his hand down on top of Xhura's.
Itās not a spell, per se. Itās just a feeling. An overwhelming feeling that canāt even begin to be described with weak words like pain and agony and loss and dread.
Itās knowing he didnāt have anyone who loved him in the Human Realm and knowing he wouldnāt have stayed alive long there. Itās knowing he has a family here; brothers and a sister who love him and want him to live.
Itās knowing their pain now that he will inevitably have to die again. For good this time.
Itās feeling all the love, safety, comfort of Luciferās embrace and touch and kissā¦ And itās knowing he will, some day soon, never have that again. That he will be buried in the Garden where half of his grimoire was and if dying now is anything like all the times he died beforeā¦ heāll be aware of every moment of it. Time will mean nothing. Emotions, and family, will mean nothing.
Because the pair of them, Xhura and Diavolo right now, will be trapped beneath the dirt and unable to even whisper so much as an I miss you to the people he was supposed to have forever with.
Xhura finally pulls back, tears in his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself. He stares at Diavolo until the tears fall, yet the accusation in his glare never relents.
āNow take all of thatā¦ and realizeā¦ I thought Iād never have to feel it again. But I will. Thatās what youāre condemning me to, Diavolo. And now youāre doing it knowing exactly what will become of me. Not death, not some kind of cosmic peace and release. Just emptiness, consciousness, and grief.
āIām not asking for the world, Diavolo. Iām not asking for the realms to move for me. Iām just. asking. for the bare minimum to live. But youā¦ you and the universe have decided that that is too much to ask for. That everything I told myself growing up is true. That I donāt deserve to live. It is too much of a burden. And I want you to live with that. Forever. Because if I have to, so do you.ā
Xhura downs his final glass and stands. He stares at the magically locked door. āPlease let me out. I only have so much time left with them.ā
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