The Sacrifice
Title: The Sacrifice
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: None mentioned
Rating: R for themes
Genre: One Shot, angst
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior. This is a work of fiction.
Author's Note: It is arashi_nana's birthday tomorrow, and this is present #1. ANGST!
You can feel him getting closer, and the sensation makes your skin crawl and the hackles on the back of your neck stand up. You do your best to pretend - to school your face so that he doesn’t see how his very presence makes you ill. You want to flee, but there is nowhere in this place where you can hide from him. It is his domain, and he never lets you forget it. He smirks when he sees you, and you turn away, gathering what strength you have left. You will need it. You know what is coming.
“I have something to show you.” He says, his voice is like icicles and you shudder involuntarily.
“I don’t want to see.” You say, though it is pointless.
“Ah but you will see whether you want to or no.” He says smoothly. Your body pivots as if on marionette strings, and you are unable to stop. His power is absolute, and he owns you. There is a mirror there, and you struggle to look away. You know what he wants to show you, and you can’t bear to see it. But your struggles are useless, and they only make him laugh. The stench of brimstone makes you gag, even after all this time.
The image in the mirror shifts and changes, your reflection fades, replaced by another place, another reflection. You try so hard to close your eyes so you don’t have to watch, but it never works. You have played the devil’s game before, and you have never won.
And then you see him in the mirror, the image coalescing and coming clear. He is still so beautiful, even after all this time. Pain flares like a fire blossoming in your chest. You love him so deeply, and it is that that the devil is trying to kill inside of you. It is love that chains you here, and it is love that kills you anew every day.
“No.” You whisper, because you can’t help it. “Please don’t make me see this.”
“What, you don’t want to see him?” The devil mocks. “But you love him. You told me so yourself. You loved him so much that you sold your soul to me to save him. Isn’t this what you wanted? He’s saved, isn’t he?” The devil mocks. The stench of brimstone and the pain in your chest is so great, you can feel yourself cracking under the pressure of it all.
The mirror is bright and clear, and you watch him as he moves gracefully around the home you once shared together, his face lit up with a warm smile that isn’t for you. He is carrying a bowl of popcorn and a bottle of wine. He sits down on the couch next to a handsome man and leans against him contentedly.
“Ahh.” The devil sighs, shaking his head in a mockery of concern. “You see….he has forgotten you. You sold your soul to me to save his life and he repays you by forgetting you. Such a pity.”
You want to deny it, you want to shout that it’s a lie, but you can’t. You can’t, because it’s true.
The tears begin to burn down your cheeks like fire as you watch them together, their bodies curled together so closely, so comfortably. You want to turn away, but torture is the Devil’s favorite game. Torture is what kills love.
You watch them kiss, and the devil laughs at your pain as you are forced to watch, every second that passes you vanish just a little bit more from his memory. Every kiss, every touch, every time he says ‘I love you’ to that other man, he puts you further and further behind him.
“Please stop.” You whisper, but it’s useless. Your whole body is burning, twisting in flames and the misery of it engulfs you. You should know by now that begging is pointless, and only amuses the devil more.
You have no control, and you watch them together, you watch them forget the wine and the popcorn and you watch them make love. You watch them until there is nothing left of you, until you shatter and break and burn. Until your soul is shredded and the devil’s fun runs out.
You are ash and smoke when the Devil whispers one last thing.
“Was it worth it? Was it worth saving him to be forgotten so completely?”
It takes a long time, but the last piece of you remaining answers him.
“Yes.”
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: None mentioned
Rating: R for themes
Genre: One Shot, angst
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior. This is a work of fiction.
Author's Note: It is arashi_nana's birthday tomorrow, and this is present #1. ANGST!
You can feel him getting closer, and the sensation makes your skin crawl and the hackles on the back of your neck stand up. You do your best to pretend - to school your face so that he doesn’t see how his very presence makes you ill. You want to flee, but there is nowhere in this place where you can hide from him. It is his domain, and he never lets you forget it. He smirks when he sees you, and you turn away, gathering what strength you have left. You will need it. You know what is coming.
“I have something to show you.” He says, his voice is like icicles and you shudder involuntarily.
“I don’t want to see.” You say, though it is pointless.
“Ah but you will see whether you want to or no.” He says smoothly. Your body pivots as if on marionette strings, and you are unable to stop. His power is absolute, and he owns you. There is a mirror there, and you struggle to look away. You know what he wants to show you, and you can’t bear to see it. But your struggles are useless, and they only make him laugh. The stench of brimstone makes you gag, even after all this time.
The image in the mirror shifts and changes, your reflection fades, replaced by another place, another reflection. You try so hard to close your eyes so you don’t have to watch, but it never works. You have played the devil’s game before, and you have never won.
And then you see him in the mirror, the image coalescing and coming clear. He is still so beautiful, even after all this time. Pain flares like a fire blossoming in your chest. You love him so deeply, and it is that that the devil is trying to kill inside of you. It is love that chains you here, and it is love that kills you anew every day.
“No.” You whisper, because you can’t help it. “Please don’t make me see this.”
“What, you don’t want to see him?” The devil mocks. “But you love him. You told me so yourself. You loved him so much that you sold your soul to me to save him. Isn’t this what you wanted? He’s saved, isn’t he?” The devil mocks. The stench of brimstone and the pain in your chest is so great, you can feel yourself cracking under the pressure of it all.
The mirror is bright and clear, and you watch him as he moves gracefully around the home you once shared together, his face lit up with a warm smile that isn’t for you. He is carrying a bowl of popcorn and a bottle of wine. He sits down on the couch next to a handsome man and leans against him contentedly.
“Ahh.” The devil sighs, shaking his head in a mockery of concern. “You see….he has forgotten you. You sold your soul to me to save his life and he repays you by forgetting you. Such a pity.”
You want to deny it, you want to shout that it’s a lie, but you can’t. You can’t, because it’s true.
The tears begin to burn down your cheeks like fire as you watch them together, their bodies curled together so closely, so comfortably. You want to turn away, but torture is the Devil’s favorite game. Torture is what kills love.
You watch them kiss, and the devil laughs at your pain as you are forced to watch, every second that passes you vanish just a little bit more from his memory. Every kiss, every touch, every time he says ‘I love you’ to that other man, he puts you further and further behind him.
“Please stop.” You whisper, but it’s useless. Your whole body is burning, twisting in flames and the misery of it engulfs you. You should know by now that begging is pointless, and only amuses the devil more.
You have no control, and you watch them together, you watch them forget the wine and the popcorn and you watch them make love. You watch them until there is nothing left of you, until you shatter and break and burn. Until your soul is shredded and the devil’s fun runs out.
You are ash and smoke when the Devil whispers one last thing.
“Was it worth it? Was it worth saving him to be forgotten so completely?”
It takes a long time, but the last piece of you remaining answers him.
“Yes.”