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

Started August 08, 2018 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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Seth nods, leaning on Zackary.

Zackary unlocked the house for the boys and said to the older ones, “You two can sleep on the top level. There’s two free bedrooms at the end of the hall.”
Neo nodded and scooted out of the way, as Met slunk off.
Zackary practically carried Seth upstairs, then helped him into bed. “Get some rest.”

Seth grabs Zackary's arm, "Z-Zackary… it's almost gone…" He whispers.

Zackary glanced back. “I know, Seth.” Slipped out.

He gulps, "Ngh… it hurts…" It felt like fire was tearing through his body. Sweat beads on his forehead. He was heating up.

Zackary’s scar itched more ferociously than before, yet he stepped closer to Seth. He sat down next to him and set a hand once his chest, while the other held one of Seth’s hands. He’d sit there for as long as he needed to.

Seth breathes heavily, leaning his head to the side. "Y-you need to take care of the kids…" he says softly. "I'll be okay."

“No, Neo and Met can keep an eye on Jace. You need me right now, Seth.” Zackary squeezed his hand.

Seth coughs softly, arching in pain. His breath catches in his throat. He gulps back bile and curls up onto his side.

Zackary shook his head and pushed Seth up into a sitting position. “Laying you down was a bad choice… let me get you a trash can.” He stood. “Don’t lay back down.”

Seth groans softly, shutting his eyes. He felt weak. He looks at his shaking wrist. His mark was almost completely gone. He could see it starting to fade.

(Oof getting App problems too?)

Zackary came back into the room with a trash can and walked over. He sat back down and leaned into Seth. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

(YES)

"Ngh… yeah…" He says softly. "I'll be okay." he manages.

Zackary pulled him closer and wrapped his arms around his neck. Seth noticed a strange tattoo on his arm as his flannel sleeve fluttered back from the movement.

(Don’t worry I’m getting them too)

Seth blinks. "Z-zackary… your arm…" he whispers.

Zackary shushed him gently, knowing exactly what was on it. “Get some rest, okay?” He kissed Seth’s cheek.

Seth nods, shutting his eyes. In a few moments he was asleep, the mark completely gone.

Zackary paused in the hallway and yanked back his sleeve as his arm burned harshly. That’s… that’s Seth’s mark! He couldn’t help exclaiming that to himself.

Seth slept, where his wings were cut off, disappeared. His hair began to turn a raven black color. In essence, he was turning human.

(The only thing I’m not going to change is Zackary’s wings because that makes no sense.)

Zackary felt very cold at the top of his head. He snatched up a strand of hair and was dismayed to find it was whitening like he was growing old very fast.

Seth shivers in his sleep, his hand curling around the pillow.

He hastily glanced at his hands, which were growing bonier and longer as though he hadn’t eaten in several months. He yanked up his shirt to find the same, malnourished look.

Seth was slowly becoming healthier in appearance. He slowly opens his eyes, groaning softly.

Zackary could see his hips jutting out more, he could count his ribs. I’m… full Demon… no way…

Seth sits up and looks down at himself. What… had happened to him?

Zackary studied himself more. His skin was thicker, his muscles were fuller, somehow, he felt sharper and… he reached into his mouth and pulled out his tongue, a feat Full Demons could do. Not Half, as Zackary was. He pulled as far out as he could, that bad boi going all out with his arm.

Seth stumbles, feeling sick. He… he was mortal… he looks at his reflection. His eye was no longer a royal purple but a gentle blue. His hair was pure black, his skin sunkissed. He feels his face, his eyes shut. He was human…

Zackary slurped his tongue messily back up like a noodle. That was loud as all hell… He glanced around.

Seth shook. He was human. He… he was going to die… he… He stumbles out of the room. "Z-Zackary…"

Zackary glanced at Seth through his white-light brown hair, a couple inches of his long tongue still hanging out of his mouth.