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there was no place for him, no space for him, nowhere he could belong, no point in speaking as nobody wanted to hear anything he had to say, he was voiceless, faceless, placeless, lost and unbelonging and nobody knew, nobody knew, nobody knew, nobody cared
not even him
As he rocked back and forth, curled around his pain, a panicked bundle made of nothing more than fear and grief and hurt, a pair of purple eyes, vivid as a bruise, watched him carefully.
no more no more no more, why did it always have to hurt, other people didn’t hurt, not like this, they didn’t deserve it, but he did, he knew he did, he didn’t deserve any better, couldn’t expect anything else, couldn’t expect, expect, expect, nobody wanted to hear anything he had to say, there was no place for him, no space for him, nobody who knew him, nobody who wanted to know and it hurt, it always, always hurt
The purple eyes danced with joy, pupils wide as the demon drank down the madness, revelling in the soul deep pain of the human. Humans were always so soft in the strangest of places and the delicate spiralling dance of insanity was where this demon truly excelled.
alwayshurtalwayshurtalwayshurtalwayshurt
-end it-
no more hurt, but he deserved it, no he didn’t deserve it, it wasn’t fair, it was him, it was just the way it was, he wasn’t good enough, would never be good enough, it wasn’t fair, wasn’t fair, there was no place for him and never would, nobody ever wanted to hear what he had to say
-end it-
Before he quite knew where he was the sobbing human found he was standing on a chair, secure for the first time in a long time. There was security here, safety, he was cradled in the comfort of the rope. It was the rope that gave him something to hang on to. The rope that could be a lifeline if he held it just right. An end of life line. A line that saw life without pain, a line that returned to him the tiniest sliver of control.
That was when he saw, for the very first time, the demon who had haunted him for months now. Those vibrant eyes, that achingly dark purple gaze, that profound edge of wickedness sharper than any knife. The demon smiled, a vicious slice of grin that cut like a razor through the madness that had clouded the human’s mind for so very long.
“What - where - I . . “ the human stuttered, stammered, horror rising in his eyes as the demon slowly drained the madness from him and a veneer of sanity returned.
“A noose? I don’t - a noose?”
The human’s fear, his profound terror, was delicious, driving the demon into the truly heady delights he relished. No puny mortal drug could compare to this!
The human’s shaking hands rose to lift the loop of rope over his head.
That was when Belphegor kicked the chair.
As the body jerked convulsively, the human slowly choking, bladder and bowels giving way, Belphie removed a small glass jar from his pocket. A cloud of purple smoke, the same haunting shade as his eyes flowed into the jar.
Once it was full, he screwed the lid back on, and gave the corpse a push, watching it swing.
“Thanks, man,” he said and now his smile was sweet, his face a picture of contentment. He held up the jar, admiring the soul he’d captured.
“I’ll take care of it for you, you can trust me.”