#mebameba

For Hiro it was really strange... and horrifying bc in front of him standed dead body of his brother. It was only a puppet, a doll, controlled by fucking demon. He couldn’t get over death of his brother, not when his eyes were still looking over him... even if those eyes no longer belonged to Tadashi.

It was really hard for Hiro to tolerate Kyle. Even if he helped him... he used body of his dead brother. They fought. Often. But one fight was different. “You are a fucking stinky demon! You just usurped Tadashi! And his body needs respect! Fuck off finally!” “Oh if you think that I possessed this body without your brother’s consent you are very wrong.” “What the fuck are you talking about?!” “I needed his /yes/...” “What?” “After all I’m an angel... fallen, but still angel.” “What... wha... I don’t understand...” “I had a deal with your brother.” Kyle was not a demon. He was a devil. One of hundreds who disobeyed to God and had fallen centuries ago. Many of them disappeared, many of them forgot who they were, many of them followed Lucifer, many of them fought to death... but some of them understood their mistake and observed the world from the shadows.

Kyle had no hope. He wanted to wait for an end of this world. And then Tadashi appeared in his vision. His Vessel. Kyle knew, felt him, wanted him. He watched over him. Oh sweet irony... the devil who watched over human.