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

He stumbles into the other, feeling weak. "Wh-what happened to me?" he mutters, trembling. His legs were like a newborn fawns.

Zackary shoved his tongue back into his mouth and looked up at him. “You’re… Human!”

He clings to Zackary with fear. "Please tell me I'm dreaming…" He whimpers, his eyes shutting.

Zackary glanced at his hair, and down at his bony fingers. “I… I wish you were…”

Seth holds onto Zackary. "This can't be real…"

Zackary hugged Seth back. “It’s… it’s okay, Seth. We’ll be okay…”

"I-I'm scared…" he chokes. He tries to summon his scythe but to no avail.

(I have tech curfew at 9. See you tomorrow ^-^)

Zackary grabbed Seth’s hands in his bony ones. “We’ll be okay, Seth. There’s no need to be afraid.”

Seth nods, then looks at Zackary. "You're… a demon…?" He whispers.

Zackary dropped his gaze. “I think so…”

Seth rests his head on Zackary's chest.

There was a sudden burning sensation on his left eye, and a sudden snaping noise. Zackary’s hand snapped up to his darker eye, and when he pulled away… he still saw blackness.
I…I’m blind!

Seth gasps softly as he can see from his other eye. He blinks rapidly and looks at Zackary, his eyes wide. "We…" He hugs Zackary gently.

Zackary pulled his hand away, a gray sticky substance clinging to his hand. It leaked down his face and dripped onto the floor, staining the carpet and Zackary’s pale face.

Seth raises his hand, setting it on Zackary's cheek. He sighs softly. "Are you okay."

“No… I’m… I’m… blind…” Zackary tried to rub the stuff off of his face but at no avail.

"W-what?" he asks softly, his eyes widening.

He held up his hand, which was covered in the sticky dark gray substance. “It’s… it’s my eye… something’s wrong… I can’t see…”

Seth grabs his hand, brushing hair away. "P-poison… or remains… that's how I lost my eye…" He whispers, staring in horror.

Zackary’s left eye was a shocked white which harshly contrasted his light right eye. “Nothing got into my eye, there’s no way…”

"U-unless…" He whispers, "Y-you have my pure blood…" he holds Zackary close. What… he was so confused.

Zackary glanced at his hand. “How does… that work?”

"I- I don't know…" He mutters.

Zackary shook his head. “I don’t know either. But how could I possibly get the pure blood status? I’m a half-breed!”

Seth looks at his arm where his tattoo had disappeared. "Unless you gained my mark instead of my father…" He whispers.

Zackary mimed Seth’s movements and with an unpleasant jolt in his tummy, stared at the boldly obvious pentagram of Seth’s family.

Seth looks at the mark. "W-while I became human… you've become a full breed demon…" he whispers, placing his hand on his mouth.

(this is so cool tho like)

Zackary swallowed his nervousness and felt his face again. His chin had become more pointed, and overall, probably more attractive. Sure, Demons were hot but this was… unnatural…

Seth bites his lip, shutting his eyes. He was mortal now… and the love of his life was immortal.

Zackary stared down at his hands, which was covered by the quickly drying gray substance. He didn’t want to get it off. He knew it would stay with him for… a while, at least.