paixaorpg | Demons Have Love Too [Completed]

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Demons Have Love Too [Completed]

Characters: Larxene, Laharl, and some Dusks at the end
Content: Larxene's very unhappy with having been hurt in her recon mission. But, lucky for her, she gets to mix a little revenge with work. Much to Laharl's ultimate dismay. He's helpless to defend himself from her.
Setting: Unknown.
Time: A few hours after this thread.
Warnings: Torture, trauma and just all kinds of ...yeaaah.

The Overlord wasn't completely sure what happened after he'd fallen over and couldn't get up. Larxene had been standing over him. Taunting him. Blackness enveloped them... then... he wasn't sure. It was foggy, much like his head was now. It felt like cotton was stuffed in his head. He was aware and awake, for the most part, but he felt sluggish.

He was laying on something hard. Cool. A.. table? How had he gotten there? He tried to raise, but found none of his limbs wanted to respond. He wasn't bound by anything... Why could he move?! What... what had she put on that kunai? He wasn't sure, but he didn't like it one bit.

He didn't like feeling this, well, helpless. Damnit, how could he have been caught off guard like that? Damnit! And Flonne... Flonne was left behind as the medical center. Flonne... Not to mention Etna. She was going to be so pissed... damn. He was on thin ice with her as it was.

He forced his eyes open and tried to look around. What was this? Some.. sort of lab? He had a bad feeling about this.

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Larxene winced as she shifted once. He'd caught her in the tail end of the blast, and she'd still have to be doing more. More research, more torture. She couldn't have been more delighted, under normal circumstances. However, now, her body was screaming for a day's rest. Perhaps she would petition Xemnas for such at a later time... After Laharl.

Speaking of which, he was awake now. She giggled, leaning over him from her chair. "Mm, how are you doing Laharl-sama?" she asked, completely ignoring the gag around his mouth. If he hadn't noticed it yet, he would soon.

She wanted to watch his expression. Watching the pain and suffering of others made her feel alive, if only for a moment.

He glanced over at the voice, and looked away just as quickly. Larxene. Just the person he did not want to deal with. Not when he was like this. She'd done this to him! Anger swept through him.

Anger shifted quickly to surprise as he went to try to respond. He hadn't realized he didn't even have use of his mouth. His foggy mind had not detected it, but now he was well aware of his lack of ability to speak. He could only let out an uncomfortable sound through the fabric.

So he glared, crimson eyes boring into her. Fine? No, he couldn't say he was 'fine', even if he could speak it.

Her kunai appeared in her hand, little more than revenge playing over and over in her head as she considered the damage he'd done to her. It would only be small scratches. A small catching of breath, too small to be a giggle. Enough to be a gasp? Maybe.

She pressed the tip of the knife to his cheek, dragging it down. She watched the blood seep from it, and she had the urge to press deeper, to have blood spill out of it. But she steadied her desires, controlling the pressure of her knife to his head. Not like a little scratch would kill him. Just hurt, right?

"So..." she continued, watching the scratch form, even as he pulled away. "How's your mother?"

A pause.

"Oh, dead? So sorry to hear! How did it happen, mm?"

His gaze shifted from her to the kunai, eyes widening slightly at it's appearance. What was she going to do with that? Well, no, he knew didn't he? His face turned slightly nervous. He had no idea what their motivation for kidnapping him could be, but he already had a horrible feeling he was in a lot of trouble.

As the knife cut into his skin, he cringed a bit in pain, trying jerking his head back. His eyes then widened even more, and looked up at her, as shock covered his expression at her words.

How the hell did she know his mother was dead? Or was she just guessing? He would have questioned her, if he could, but he could only stare up at her, trying to ignore the stinging of his cheek being cut.

"Ooh," she said, starting a new line down his cheek, completing this line before she said anything else. Of course, she was watching him very closely, his eyes, his expression. She only wished she could see his thoughts, because he certainly had to be feeling frantic, didn't he?

She could imagine that she was pulling on the strings, and Laharl was the puppet. If only she could convey that to him, then she'd be content.

"She killed herself, mm? Is it because she had such an ungrateful brat for a son?"

He made another uncomfortable sound through the gag as she started another cut to his cheek. His form twitched as pain dug through the fog. His fingers twitched, wanting to move. Move! Damnit! MOVE! He willed at his body, but it just wouldn't respond. He could barely lift his finger.

He tried to tilt his head more away, at the very least, but even that was sluggish, and it couldn't get away from the cutting blade. He whined a little, then blinked, in shock again.

HOW?! How... how could she know that? How could she know these things? Wait... ungrateful? He.. he wasn't... well.. he...

His denial of anything he deemed undemon-like and true feelings clashed. He wasn't exactly ungrateful... but demons weren't meant to be grateful for things! They shouldn't be anyways, but... wait, that had nothing to do with why she... she...

Larxene smiled, gentle, gentle. She could feel how uncomfortable he was under her touch, and she giggled again, now making a line on his arm. This one was deeper, and blood spilled more readily there. His supine figure was so helpless.

It had to be killing him.

"Aww... She did do it for you. Mm, what a waste!"

He was relieved when the knife pulled away from his face, but pain swept over his features as it dug into the skin of his arm, and deeper this time.

A louder stifled cry and whine came from the demon boy. He could take pain and damage during battle. He was strong and generally undaunted by it, but no one had ever done anything like this to him. It was slow, painful. She was torturing him, and her words stung.

His mother had done it for him, and it weighed on him heavily. For so long it'd tried to brush it off, by closing off his feelings, love, the reason she'd done it. It never though had really stopped affecting him deep down. It had always been there caged away with his feelings. He'd learned to accept it then by closing it all away, however now he'd come to understand why she sacrificed herself for him. The cage was no longer locked.

But... a waste? Her.. saving him was a... waste? No! H-how dare she...

He glared at her, through the pain, wishing once more he could move.

"I mean, you are rather pathetic. And you certainly haven't learned anything from it..." She pulled the kunai away, another thin line down his arm, quietly. The sounds in the room were limited to their breathing and her cutting for a moment, two moments, who knew how long.

"All I've ever heard from you is boasting. Oh, how powerful you are! Oh, look at your accomplishments!" A giggle, the knife biting into flesh a little harshly. "I never would have known, mm."

He would have tried to disagree. He could still only glare as he clenched his teeth around cloth in his mouth that kept him almost silent, letting out a shuddering breath, as she continued to cut. Frustration at not being able to fight back, or even yell at her mounting.

The silence was even worse. He was... no... but... he was. He was almost frightened. He'd... never really felt this except.. when Flonne... Damnit.

Laharl then let out a muffled yelp, as suddenly the knife dug in deeper. Never... known? What was she talking about?

"I'd have never known you were taught to love," she giggled. "Such an arrogant, idiotic brat, like you are. Hee, Look at me! I'm Overlord Laharl! Most powerful demon ever! Or, well, whatever it is you say."

She started a new line, again, once the second one had been finished, and his arm was starting to look a mess. "Your mother would be so disappointed with how you've repaid her sacrifice, Laharl. And you.... Don't even care!" she said lightly, brightly.

He scowled at her as she mocked him, but he couldn't hold it was her knife bit into his arm again, causing his face to scrunch in pain. He clenched his teeth harder. He would hate to think how he would have been feeling if he wasn't feeling the pain through a drugged fog.

Meanwhile her words stabbed into him, deeper than her knife, and his face cringing up more as they did. He'd.. never thought of... would.. she be disappointed in him? '...How could she not be?' he echoed to his thought. She'd tried to teach him these things when he was young, then she sacrificed herself and he... close off everything. He was angry. She'd left him! But now... he wasn't angry at her anymore.

'I don't not care!' his mind cried. He... did care he realized. He wanted to surpass his father. Become the greatest Overlord ever! But... she... Mother... Could she be...?

Larxene giggled again and finished the cut, then moved her knife to trace little circles in his shoulder. Her hand reached and pulled the scarf from his neck, unraveling it and tossing it to the side. Another giggle, and then she reached out, snapping the gold chain of the remaining necklace. Foolish boy.

"What did she teach you, again? Mm? It was something important, and I know you've been working hard to act like she never existed..." She paused, dropping the chain on the floor. Now free, her hand reached out to stroke his hair. "Hmm... What was it. Oh, yes!"

"Demons have love too, mmhmm?"

Another muffled cry echoed through the room as her knife dug into his shoulder, twisting into it painfully. He panted lightly, before letting out another cry as his scarf was pulled away. He'd had it his whole life, and was rarely without it. He had a magical connection with it. Now it was gone, leaving him feeling bare and even more vulnerable.

His eyes then widened as she touched Flonne's pendant, then it was gone, the sound of the metal hitting the floor reaching his ears.

Laharl then shuddered as she touched him. He didn't like anyone touching him, much less her!

Then he stiffened in utter shock.

Those words. Those four words. A kinder, gentle voice echoed from his memories saying those same four words. Those words were his mothers! How... how DARE she say them! How could she.. know them? Mother...

Larxene continued to stroke his hair, taunting with a laugh, "Demons have love too, unless they're Laharl!"

She pulled the knife away from his skin. "Demons like Laharl pretend to have love, when it matters... But otherwise spit on the sacrifices made for them." She smiled. "They don't actually love their mothers."

He didn't want to hear her say them. They weren't hers to say! He twitched, uncomfortable with her touching him like this. No one was meant to touch him like this. Only... his mother ever had. He wanted to shove her away. Why couldn't he?!

He had finally a little relief as her knife finally pulled away, but it didn't help the growing pain in his chest, as his emotions started to well up.

Her words hurt. They hurt. He didn't let things like that hurt him... but... it hurt. He... he did... he did still l-love his mother, didn't he? His mind felt torn in two. He wasn't ready to face this. He was still learning that maybe... just maybe demons could feel these things.

He let out a choking sound through the gag, his brows furrowing as he winced.

She smiled, echoing again, "Demons have love too." Her touch to his head was soft, gentle, a mockery of the motherly care he might have remembered.

Just when he might have thought she was done with the knife, she placed it back, back to twirling about his shoulder, and the liquid it conjured fell onto the table with a plop. "Demons have love too," she echoed.

He wished he could shut them out. Those words, but he had no way to. The stroking sent shivers down his spine. Go away... go away... he'd had enough. He wanted her gone. He wanted to make her gone. He wanted to be in control, but he couldn't do anything. He'd never felt as helpless as he did now.

Then pain exploded again in his shoulder as the knife was suddenly back in his shoulder, causing him to jolt, letting out a stifled cry pain, tears now forming into his eyes, as she said those words again through the waves of pain.

"And he feels sorry? For what, mm?" she asked, her hand continuing to stroke his hair. "Demons don't love, according to Laharl!"

She liked having that power over him, it was invigorating, and she could tell the rest of the Organization everything. No one would doubt her prowess-- well, not like they doubted her anyway, really. She giggled. "So, hold on to your power, your vassals, your accomplishments. Demons have love too means nothing to you."

He wanted this nightmare to end. He wanted to wake up safe in his coffin in the Netherworld. He wanted to be home. The pain was too real though for it to be.

Mother... Father..Etna..F..Flonne... None of them were here to help him. He was alone. He hated to be alone. He should be able to stop this on his own though, but... he couldn't. He was too weak... too weak...

He'd done so much, but he couldn't fend this women away. He was trapped. His emotions were overwhelming him, the drug effecting them even more. He just wasn't in control.

He couldn't help it as he let out a choked sob, the couple tears managing to escape down his cheeks, as she mocked him with his words and used them against him. Love... love... He denied it to come to terms... but... he... denied his mother? Could she be angry at him for it? Disappointed? Damnit... Mother... Her words meant something to him. They were hers! He had so few memories of her... they were few things he remembered.

She giggled, satisfied with that reaction, pulling away from him, her knife clattering to the floor. She turned away, as if ready to be rid of him as soon as possible (though she'd have loved to stay and play for longer, but she already had a full schedule as it was). On cue, two dusks appeared in front of her, twitching, waiting. For her orders.

She glanced over her shoulder at Laharl, before saying to the dusks, "Get him out of here. I've no use for such a useless child. Oh, my, was that a bit redundant?" She laughed, and walked (slowly, slowyly, it hurt to move) away.

The young demon tried to rein in his emotions as she tried to leave a final sting. ...Useless? Then she was gone.

He then found himself pushed from the table by the creatures, landing to the floor with a oomph. His fingers hit something. Metal. The pendant. In desperation he managed will his fingers to wrap around it and clutch onto it tightly like a lifeline.

Then a muffled cry echoed again through the room as he was hoisted up by his arms, which sent him reeling in pain as his wounded arm and shoulder were aggravated.

Once more he felt helpless as he was dragged from the room and dumped into a cell, where he collapsed into a sorry heap. He clutched the pendant tighter, as Larxene's words continued to sink in. The painful whines and choking sobs of one in horrible pain trying desperately not to cry echoed through the cellblock.

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