Nightmare

The First Night

After agreeing to sell his soul to his boyfriend, Atticus had trouble falling asleep that night. And when he finally did, it wasn't any better. In his dream, he was pushed to the ground with a strong force and had the air taken out of him. When he looked around he appeared to be in an abandoned auditorium. He felt the ground around him and it was a beaten up,used, hardwood floor. It reminded him if a stage. "Hello?" He said, his voice echoing into the room. Then an audio started playing, it was familiar too. It was Atticus' and Peirce's first date when Atticus was in college. He could hear the voices clearly. "You know, I never really believed in God.." Peirce's younger voice rang. "Really? I want to be a minister when I get out of college." The recording played over and over again, like a broken record. "What's going on?" Atticus called, his voice absent in the dark. Suddenly the stage lights came upon him, blinding him it seemed. It was quiet, and he couldn't see ahead of him. That was, until strings stabbed threw his limbs, similarly to a puppet. Caught by surprise and shock, he screeched out in pain, the bloody strings with flesh pulped into it. He looked at them in horrific distaste. "WHAT'S GOING ON? PEIRCE! PEIRCE YOU BETTER NOT-" suddenly another recording plaid over head. It was their 5 year anniversary dinner, where they were talking about the future. "When should we have the wedding, Baby?" There was a chuckle coming from Atticus. "I don't know if I'm ready to get married to Satan, doll." The recording faded away and Atticus remembered everything. He was in immense pain however, and he felt like he was a marionette. "P-Peirce...w-we're getting married in..in..J-July..? I-I'm-" he laughed weakly.
"Oh, so you think you're fit for the king?" A voice said with clarity in Atticus's mind, as if taunting him. He felt insane, like he had lost his mind.
Suddenly Atticus was dragged onto his knees, like he was in prayer. "QU-QUIT IT!" Atticus sputtered. "IT'S NOT FUNNY!"
"Oh sweet boy, you think this is funny? Who do you think you are..." The voice said with dark humour.
His head suddenly jerked down in praise and he felt his eyes roll up
"He loves you, doesn't he? Oh Atticus...You poor boy..."
"H-He does! He-He loves me so-"
"Aha..The lord of hell? Loves a low life commoner like you? Oh you're absolutely precious..."
Atticus felt the voice only through his head and he shrieked, hoping it was going to stop. Suddenly, images of men and women in different eras all the way to the present presented themselves in front of him, they were Peirce's Ex's or flirts, Atticus guessed. He must've been hillusionating.
"He still loves them, you know. 10 years isn't skin off someone's back to an immortal. You'll cripple under the pressure...You're weak..."
"I'M NOT WEAK!" Atticus cried, getting flung into the air, still attached to the strings, screaming. "YOU'RE WRONG! HE -HE LOVES ME! HE TOLD ME HE DID!"
"Does he? How many people do you think have been told the same thing, Atticus? Easily Hundreds...Don't act like you're special.."
"I'M NOT SPECIAL! I JUST-" he broke into tears of fear and frustration. The strings got tighter. He was losing this fight. "I WANT TO LOVE HIM! IM SELLING MY SOUL TO HIM BECAUSE---"
"Because why, Atty? Is it because you love him?"
Atticus gritted his teeth. He was being mocked.
"I'LL DIE FOR HIM, I'LL SERVE HIM FOREVER!" He said out of breath. "IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR?!"
"Atticus...come on, let's be real...You're  nothing to him.
"You're just a flirt. You're not real. You're not even worthy of your soul being taken. Poor thing..." It's not like the voice was saying anything new, it was repeating itself in a cycle. And nothing it said Atticus hadn't felt before. "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU HAVE T-TO SAY! I LOVE HIM! I'M NOT AFRAID OF ANYTHING YOU HAVE! YOU CAN'T STOP ME!"
"What is Peirce to you? Do you think this is a game? Do you devote yourself entirely to this god? Faithful? True? Or are you just using him like so many others have...."
Atticus hadn't thought about this very much. He was dating The Prince of Darkness....It hadn't crossed his mind until his life was threatened and he actually had to consider giving his soul to...Well, Peirce. Bright eyed, sweat shirt wearing stupid dorky boyfriend. He never thought of him like that. Was this what Peirce was thinking? Atticus felt a wave of emotion hit him. "Lucifer..is....My everything." He said slowly, choosing his words carefully. "H-He's the-the love of my life....A f-few weeks ago I-I found out I was going to die. And it was only then that I'd rather live immortally for him. Because he deserves this..."
It was almost as if Atticus unlocked something, because at that moment, the strings unattached as if cut from a pair of scissors,except  now he was falling into darkness.
"He'll save me, I know he will..."
Atticus started burning up, these thoughts being the only thing left he had to hold on to.
"He loves me...he won't let the demons hurt me...I'm his forever...and I'm okay with that..."
The flames continued to eat at him, except for, Atticus could feel nothing. He was smiling even. What was happening? Slowly he felt himself let go, he was still falling, he was on fire...
But all his faith was put into Peirce.
Peirce, the man who's smile was the greatest piece of art in the world. Peirce- who's name filled Atticus with bliss- and who's name he screamed out in an orgasm..
He would save him. But now he was on fire, and he had to save himself. The voice had stopped, but a flood of memories leaked into his head.
The first time they kissed- the first time Peirce took him out to eat- the time Atticus took him to his childhood home.........
And suddenly, Atticus was wide awake, dripping with sweat next to the devil himself, who was sound asleep.