Demons of Hell (Closed, but stalkers are welcome~)

Seth reaches his hand out before letting it drop. Instead he hugs Zackary from behind.

Zackary sighed through his nose and shut his eyes, relaxing into Seth slowly.

Seth hugs him tightly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Zackary shook his head. "Maybe I'm just being negative."

Seth nods, "It's okay."

"No, it's not. I have to stay positive for Jace. For you."

Seth smiles softly. "It's okay to be weak." He says gently.

"I can't afford to be weak, Seth!"

"Yes you can. Because you have someone in your life that will always be there for you so you're not alone!" Seth says firmly, turning Zackary to face him.

Zackary gave him a look of blatant rebelliousness. "No, I can't."

Seth shakes his head. "Zackary…"

"No, Zackary nothing. Seeing you hurt like that made me realize I can't… be weak anymore. It woke me up again. From a blissful dream, yes, but…"

Seth shakes his head, "Zackary. Stop." He pleads. "I- I can't see you like this. It hurts me." He whispers. "I can't watch you tear yourself apart and put on a brave face. It's not what lovers do." He mutters, his eyes concerned.

"I'm not tearing myself apart, it's what I need to do. I can't let you get hurt like that. I can't let Jace get hurt like that either." He frowned.

"We'll protect Jace together…" Seth whispers, "But the reason I was so weak…" He reveals his arm to reveal a fading pentagram. "My father has disowned me. Bit by bit, I'm becoming like my mother." He says quietly.

Zackary turned to look at it, and instinctively, his hand jumped to his face, to his scar that stretched across his handsome features. It bit into his skin, constantly reminding him…

Seth gently takes his hand. "Zackary…"

Zackary tightened his hand into a fist. "What will happen once it totally fades?"

"I'll be human." He says softly, looking down.

Zackary tightened the ball in his hand as his scar prickled more painfully. "It's not… a problem," He breathed out. "We'll get through it together."

Seth smiles softly, "Zackary…" He didn't know what to say, so he just gently leaned forward, kissing him.

Zackary kissed back, the kiss distracting him from the pain on the majority of his face, only briefly, however.

He gently ran his hand over the others face, "I wish I could take away your pain." he says softly.

"My pain has always been constant. I'd be nothing without it." Zackary shrugged.

(Bump. You on?)

Seth shakes his head. "Pain is only what makes us stronger, love." He whispers. "But… Weaknesses are not faults." He kisses the other.

Zackary kept the kiss for a moment before pulling away a millimeter. "That strengthening pain is all I need. Weakness… can't be afforded."

Seth sighs softly, shaking his head.

Zackary shut his eyes as the pain from the scar on his face transitioned to another farther up on his head.

Seth places his hands on Zackarys face, caressing his cheeks gently.