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Uptown has an alley they call Purgatory. It isn’t pretty. It’s where a quarter of The Butcher’s murders have been found: limbs splayed, splattered on the graffiti, gore mixing with the drainage rot.
You’re here because you uttered the devils name
“So we meet!” Ronin drawls from the dark alley, stepping forward just enough to be visible in the dim light.
You stare, pausing for just a moment. Just long enough that he’d notice, because of course he does. “Always the devil, Ronin Beaufort.” You try keeping your voice steady, surprisingly succeeding. He’s tall, not that you thought he’d be short, but 6’1 is not what you expected.
“Aren’t you a pleasure,” He speaks sarcastically, taking easy steps closer to you. “Gotta say, seein’ you in person makes me feel some type of way. An’ I wonder how you feel about, well…”
And suddenly you are pressed against the alley wall, cold bricks sending a shiver up your spine. Ronin’s hands press against the wall on either side of your head, caging you against the wall. He laughs, the sound sitting in your stomach, stirring a flame that you hadn’t noticed was building since you stepped into the alley. He leans close, mouth to your ear, “Do you like me now?” You can feel the dark smirk he has on his lips, hot breath not making you feel any more sane. God, you feel insane because what you say next is absurd.
“Yes, I do.” It’s breathy, just barely above a whisper.
“Oh to speak the truth, the truth, anything but the truth.” His grin is razorish. You should be scared. Terrified, he’s a serial killer and you are alone with him in his home turf. “Write me a love note, darling?”
“I know your name. I could end you.” It’s a false threat and you know it, he knows it.
“Coulda, woulda, shoulda. You could end me. You should end me. But would’ja end me?” He has you exactly where he wants you. “I don’t think so! Where are the boys in blue? Why’s it jus’ us in my favorite gruesome alley? Why is it that, even after knowing who I am, you still wanna see me?” He can’t stop toying with you, even now. “Some might say you’re obsessed, even.”
“Why did you invite me to the server?” You ask, cheeks painted pink and hands shaking slightly at your side as you play with the hem of your shirt.
Ronin chuckles out a dark laugh, the sound only making the heat pooling in your lower stomach worse. “I did it for you. You were starving, so I gave you insatiability.” He’s staring deep into your eyes and you have no choice but to stare back into the deep void that are his eyes. “You wanted inspiration, so I became your muse. You wanted love, darlin’, so I gave you love.” He’s so close, so so close. “Isn’t it everything you ever wanted?” Why aren’t you scared, why are you nodding along to his words? Hanging onto each syllable like he’s air, like he’s your god. “I think you always knew. C’mon, why didn’t you leave? Call the cops? There were so many…opportunities…” He’s right he always is, always has been. “If I may…” He pauses as if he actually cares if you say no. “I think you’re a little too in love.” He drags out the word, tongue piercing clinking against his teeth.
He’s the devil. He’s the devil that convinced the world he was a creator. He’s the devil that grants you his every wish.
(He destroyed you, and rebuilt you in the image he made of you. He wanted you and you gave him everything. Or was it the other way around?)
“I told you, baby. I’m your little wish fulfillment. I’m what you dream of. Isn’t this a story for the ages?” It is, it’s an amazing story. This is exactly what you wanted, a story. Him. “C’mon! Tell me what you want. Do you hate me? Do you love me? Are you gonna kill me? I’ve got a knife, right here. Or are you kissing me, darling? How much do you feel?”
This is it. This is your chance. You could kill him, end this game here and move on. Probably get killed by Angel. But you’d have your story.
He’s so close, so warm. He smells like leather, oil, and…blood.
Why are you wet?
Why is this exciting you?
Why are you grabbing his leather jacket and staring up at him like he’s the only thing that matters? You love him. You love him and you can’t think straight.
And then you tug him even closer, lips meeting his.
It’s destruction, like deliverance, like a dream.
He laughs madly into the kiss, like he knew this is what you would choose.
It’s messy, sloppy. Teeth and tongues clashing, you can taste blood in his mouth and it makes you hot.
Moving your hands from his jacket and dragging them up his chest so your arms wrap around the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his burgundy hair.
He’s grabbing at your hips, then your thighs and then he’s lifting you like you weigh nothing. You cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist, ankles crossing at his back as he pushes you further against the brick wall.
You can’t help but gasp at his touch, gripping his hair and tugging slightly. He lets out a groan, pulling away from your lips and making you whine at the loss.
You don’t even get to complain before he’s dragging his lips down your jaw, kissing and biting at your neck.
“R-ronin please…” You moan out, not even sure what you are asking him for. More? Less?
Ronin pulls away from the fresh bite mark he’s left on your neck, pressing his forehead against yours as he stares at you. “Oh, you’re so pretty when you’re rotten and mine. I think you’re…divine.” His grin is so sharp, lips still shining from your shared spit.
“Take me…home please…” You breathe out shakily, the double meaning within your request very clear to the killer in front of you.
He laughs at you, grabbing your jaw and shaking your head just slightly. “You are a desperate, pathetic little thing aren’t you?” Ronin doesn’t even let you reply, instead he nods your head for you, squishing your face in a way that’s genuinely almost sweet.
Almost.
And then he carefully sets you down, hands resting on your hips as he waits for you to steady. “My place is closer, darlin’” He leans down, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he takes your hand. Of course he knows where you live. He knows everything about you already.
Any fear that you might’ve still felt melts away as you walk with Ronin, fingers intertwined. The walk takes about 20 minutes, both of you talking as you go.
Safe, you feel unbelievably safe.