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The hot boiling sand scorched Sword’s feathered skin, running blood turning it into small clumps. He gazed at the sun that glared right back at him, the harsh heat making his armor boil. He curled over and squeezed his eyes shut; yet the blinding light continued. This time it wasn’t the sun. His instincts told him to get up, to quit being so weak, to be the son of a deity he was—yet his limbs strained, muscles crying out. He could hear his heart pounding desperately to replace the blood that drained from opened wounds both old and new. With the very little strength he had left; he reached out. The edges of his eyes threatening to have tears prickle down his burned red cheeks.
As he began finally accepted the fate of death, a shadow wrenched over his late stage corpse. Before his vision blurred and he fainted, he heard a voice shout.
Was that the voice of death? I don’t know, neither does he. But everything became too blurry to care much now. Too quiet, too empty, too…
Cold?
Cold…?
Cold. Very cold.
His vision was still painfully cloudy, any object looking like a colored blob of random shapes tall and small. He felt a pair of arms hold him tightly, a small jostle of his limp body as they took hasty steps forward. As he blinked to catch some coastline of resemblance—the lack of light was present. Colors were splattered still, but clearly not the dusty pale yellow of the sand, nor the watercolor like skies filled with pretty clouds he come so used to. Instead, it was more darker and less natural. He would’ve named more in his inner monologue—but his exhaustion got to him. Dragging him back to pitch darkness.
Sword awoke to a smell lingering into his senses. It had a crisp yet slightly tart smell to it, probably savory leaning. A distant sound of sizzling reached his ears as he strained his arms to push himself up. A tightening sting of soreness rung up his biceps to ribs as he done so—pummeling him back into the sheets. Sword had almost forgotten what brought him to this point.
He remembered his mentor mentioning him about how he was spawned there (he barely remembers anything before Venom🌹), and the big cities of the land, filled with traders and merchants like some movie. Out of pure curiosity (and idiocy), he sent out to explore the place! And when you’re young and unfamiliar to a new environment; you’re probably gonna get jumped. In which Sword did. Yayyyyyy!!! Thankfully, he isn’t dead yet becauseee—wait. This is definitely not home. No cluttered books or mugs scrawled across the floors and desks, no large windows that revealed the complex landscapes of concrete jungles, no dumbass uncle boasting to his father like usual. If it wasn’t Venom, then who?
His worried curiosity was soon answered as he heard footsteps trail towards the room, the former smell he picked up following along.
Footsteps soon neared the door and a small creak whispered out. Sword’s feathers perked up, yet his eyes immediately closed to pretend he was still asleep. The salty tangy smell grew stronger until a light tap clicked as a plate was placed down. He shook, basically sweating bullets.
“I know you’re awake..” He choked. A distantly familiar voice spoke now, a hand now waving lightly in front of his face.
His carefully creaked open his eyes, as if one wrong move will get him sent immediately into some form of a torment chamber. But thankfully it seemed he was saved by NOT a psychopath who would love to dissect his organs because why tf not.
A hand snapping their fingers in his face would snap Sword back into place. His eyes profusely blinking at the unfamiliar motion. Finally looking up, he would be met with an unfamiliar pair of horns staring down at him with worry.
“Inferno to Inphernal..? You alright there bud?” They spoke once again, brows bunched up together. They’d poke at his cheek.
“I- can you not??” Sword yelped, swatting away their hand. He soon hissed at the pain caused from his wounds.
The mysterious inphernal would mutter a small ‘my bad’ before moving away. They soon began to check at the bandages wrapped around his limbs, even sometimes lifting or shifting an arm to observe better. Touchy much, huh?
They would unwrap the stained bandages and toss them into a small pile beside the bedside table, their hands working diligently and swiftly. Sword couldn’t help but be impressed. The only times he could ever really see such work was when his father helped him whenever he had tripped or fallen as a fledgling. Now, he could see the full picture of how it worked—sparking that little firework in his soul.
He couldn’t really see how bad the cuts and bruises were due to how fast they actually had worked, only small fragments of gross flesh torn and barely developed fibroblasts around the edges. But without much time cost, every wound was carefully rewrapped.
The inphernal happily viewed their work, crossing their arms proudly. They’d stare for a moment before a flicker of realization hit their face.
“Oh- uh, sorry for not introducing myself any sooner!” They mumbled. “You can call me Y/N. (OHH LEVI!!!😍😍 heh.. its all in a days work…. /ref) I PROMISE I didn’t kidnap you or anything-” They would glance away, rubbing their neck profusely. Sword only awkwardly stared back though, unsure what to say.
A moment of silence came by after that. The two inphernals now caught in an ungraceful situation. Soon enough Sword finally, and thankfully, choked something out.
“….. Thank you for.. not killing me off..?” He gave a nervous smile, perking his shoulders up and his cheeks going rosy. They smiled back.
“Course, best I could do- I mean, when has LT ever been hospitable, yeah?” Sword would nod back, but a certain aroma stole his attention.
“Almost forgot! Cooked this up for when you woke up. It’s cooled down by now.” They would happily hum, observing their efforts.
Sword would once again attempt to pull himself up, limbs straining worser than when he first attempted a duel with his father (and quite easily failed). The fellow Inphernal reached out to offer assistance, but he would shake his hand to shoo it off. Thankfully this time he actually had gotten into a sitting position, his attention now back to the cooked meal. He couldn’t help but lick his lips when it smelt so good.
They would grab the glass plate, placing it carefully onto Sword’s lap and handing the fork to him. There on it was eggs peppered with, well uh, pepper, neatly seasoned diced potatoes, and toast with jam. Yum.!!! (im jus a biggie guys💔) His eyes peered over the breakfast like a hawk, playing with a slice before looking up.
“Thank you, again, really-“ He chirped, giving a warm attempt of a shy smile. They would nod, sharing the grin back.
I genuinely don’t know how to end this… so uh yeah!! More to come soon, I’m thinking of writing Follower x Reader next and having a DELICIOUS doomed fluff fic…… who knoes tho bc school is actually killing me!!!!!!!!
ALSO IF U CAN PLS SHARE HOW U FELT ABT THIS!! I NEED TO IMPROVE MY DIALOGUE SO I CAN READ IT MYSELF WITHOUT GAGGING