Too much labour
> "It's not an act of love if you make her." Labour - Paris Paloma
> MC x Barbatos, MC x random dude
> WARNINGS: Major injuries, blood, physical/verbal abuse, scars, and talks/mentions about death/murder, threats, implied attempted murder, attempted SA, degradation, sexism, implied alcohol abuse, implied cheating, and gore
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"You're such an incompetent fool! A whore with no brain! Women should've stayed in the kitchen..." He told you. The pain is there somewhere in your heart. How can one say such horrid things to a person? It's so awful... Not even the demons you know would call you that.
Now you're far. Very far. Maybe too far... The seven brothers had known your history with you current husband, you're not surprised. Not in the least. You were in a land where demons lived. This is also where they are born, isn't that weird?
"Mc." Barbatos talks in a low, and soft tone. You look over to him, your eyes devoid of any form of life. You were alive but it didn't seem like it in the demon's eyes.
You were silent, "Barbatos?"
The balcony was large, too large, you think but who were you to have an opinion? You're just a woman after all. Women don't get to have a choice without being reduced into a baby machine or even a servant.
Barbatos speaks to you so gently, no one has ever done that to you. "You must rest now, lord Diavolo would be upset if you stay up too late."
You want to say something to ease the butler's worry, but you were afraid to get hurt. You were killed once. Very recently actually... That's why you live in lord Diavolo's castle now. You needed space from the brothers. It was simply too much memories, they don't mean to but the fear lingered until eventually you had to beg Diavolo to take you back into the palace where you're safer.
He took your silence as a permission to speak further, "It's cold in Devildom. It's odd, isn't it? Humans have always been talking about how hell is a hot and fiery place so I'm sure the cold is weird." He walks closer to you, this time he is looking at the everlasting darkness.
You're still quiet.
"What's on your mind? You can trust me."
You weren't shocked. Barbatos was always like this, so kind and gentle. Not once has he scared you out of your mind, so you tell him whatever was on your mind.
"I don't want to go back home." You were leaving in a week.
Barbatos smiles his usual smile, "You don't have to-"
"No! I have to go home. If I don't..." Your voice trembles and your eyes become distant with an agonizing fear. You fear what he would do to you, and you hated that weakness.
Barbatos didn't speak, "We'll protect you. I'll protect you." He places his hands on his chest and bows, he could not bring himself to touch you and you could not bear the feeling of being touched. Not right now.
You felt a sense of relief, but not entirely. How sure were you that they'll always come? They're busy demons... They have responsibilities too.
You could not bring yourself to relax, not when your paradise is coming to an end. Barbatos–sensing that you have yet to relax–he takes out his hands, "Would it put you at ease if we make a pact?" His smile looked hopeful, but that's probably just you.
"A pact... That's a big deal Barbatos!" Catching you off guard helped you feel a bit more at ease.
"Is that a no?"
You were quiet...
<<<>>>
You could barely move, every movement was painful. It felt like death. Maybe it is honestly.
Your hands trembled, you felt blood drip from your head and from your nose. Some old scars had reopened, and a few new scars littered the ones that didn't.
You were bruised everywhere.
"Mc!"
You feel your body grow cold, the trembling is worst now if that were even possible.
"My dear..."
You had attempted to run from him by smashing a bottle on his head and beating him with the bat he used to beat you senseless, but alas, you fell and he was able to catch up. You felt something more than fear. If there was a word for it, it would be that one.
You tried to push yourself away from him, "How dare you do that to me!? You think you could just run away after that? I'll fucking kill you!"
"Don't touch me asshole!" You yell.
He grinned, it looked so cruel. "You think now that you have these tattoos you can boss me around? I'm the man of the house you damn bitch."
"You can't touch me! I won't let you!" Your eyes are met with clothes and undergarments that aren't yours. You felt fury like never before, wrath that was impossible to feel. You felt your pact mark with Satan burn agonizingly.
"You think you can kill me? I'll destroy you! I'll make your life a living hell you asshole!" Your eyes glows green and you felt someone there but you knew it was just the pact doing it's job.
The anger you felt was something beyond you could comprehend, it was terrifying. No. It wasn't.
He laughs, "You'll regret doing this."
Suddenly, it disappears. His bravery took you out of your trance.
"Wh-what are you doing? G-get away!"
He gets closer, "Shut up! You've said enough."
"No! NO!"
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...
...
Blood.
It was everywhere....
There was so much.
Did you do it?
It can't be... You felt something burn, surely it wasn't you?
"Mc!"
You open your eyes, and to your surprise, you weren't at your home. Nay, you weren't on earth at all.
You were in the palace.
"B-Barbatos..."
"Yes, it's just me." Your eyes scanned the room, it really was just you two.
You were silent.
"Mc, you're okay now. You're safe. You're not dreaming either." You notice the small bloodstains on his clothing, maybe it wasn't you...
You're okay now. Right?
"It's okay. You'll be okay..." He whispers to you, you didn't notice how tight you clung to the demon.
You were okay...
You're fine.
And you'll be okay.
...
...
<<<>>>
"No! NO!"
Barbatos stood in the middle of the room, and he notices that the man had lost his head.
His limbs had exploded and there was no sign of another being in the room other than blood, organs, and a few incoherent body parts.
Gore isn't uncommon for Barbatos, but what terrified him was the unrecognizable rage in your eyes.
The satisfaction behind your eyes despite your lack of clothes.
For a moment, he wondered if you were even Lilith's descendant.
An angel...
No.
Not anymore.
The multiple pacts from many powerful demons had rendered your remaining humanity.
Or is it pent up anger?
Hm...
"Mc. Let's go home."
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