Make Me (MxM)

The Game - part 2

"The illusion went too far..." as my gaze didn't become any more understanding, Pride stepped ahead.

"For an angel, their wings are their most sensitive parts... cutting them off is an experience no mortal can bear... Your mind just shut down in defence." the woman explained, her voice indifferent, but she scanned me with a sort of worry that I don't think she held personally for me. 

"This wasn't supposed to happen... The illusions are not meant to be used for such experiences, they feel too real." Octavius added a little apologetically. I scanned the room again... Jude wasn't here. I knew I should have a lot more other questions, but now that I was aware of his absence, I couldn't focus on anything else. 

"Where is he?" I  questioned a little raspily, just assuming all of them knew whom I was talking of. The siblings shared a look, their gazes avoiding mine for a few seconds that left an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. 

"Where is Jude?" I repeated through clenched teeth. 

"After the illusion broke down... you were out for a good while before you began breathing again..." Blake broke the silence, clearing his throat a little in the process, while I began having a terrible sensation in my throat.

"Jude... thought you were dead and lost it completely. He nearly killed Lucifer, and several other demons while they were trying to hold him down. When you began breathing again, he cooled off, but Lucifer ended up locking him down anyway since both of them were heavily injured, and he was worried Jude wouldn't be able to contain his flames... He is down in the chambers, underneath the castle" I stared at them blankly, thought my mind raced so fast I could barely comprehend it. This was really the last straw from Lucifer, but I still have time to rip his face off... I need to see Jude. 

I threw my covers off without a word and got out of bed, but as soon as my feet touched the ground I fell to my knees with a painful grunt. 

"Easy there" Octavious helped me up, but I hit his hand away. I didn't want their help, I just wanted to see Jude. Why weren't they down there, if he was injured? What's wrong with everyone in hell?

Okay... ironic question. 

"Give me my walking-stick" I ordered sternly, and though I could tell none of them was very pleased with my tone, I also understood that they all angered Jude enough for them to be really trying to get back on his good side. 

Pride ended up handing me the stick, keeping away from the silver handle. I grabbed it and pushed myself to my feet. I guess this shit made me even weaker than before. I feel like an old man for fuck's sake. 

"Shouldn't we escort you...?" 

"Mindy will show me around, thanks" I cut them off quickly, wanting to go alone. I hated how slowly I walked, I wanted to be down there in an instant, to see Jude, tell him it was all okay, and that it wouldn't be that easy to kill me. Worry, guilt and anger overcame my entire being, mixing up inside my chest into a nervous knot that made it hard to breathe. 

Mindy, as if she had heard me call her name out just before, was awaiting me before the room. She led me down the palace stairs, the rooms slowly getting darker and colder as we went further down. A heavy silence sat between us, but I didn't bother to break it. I couldn't even acknowledge her existence enough to strike up a conversation. 

"It's best if you go in alone. You can go in, but you can't come out of the cell without a key, so make sure to keep that in mind" with that, she left me there, and I pushed the heavy metal door open before me. 

The chamber looked as I imagined it to be. The cells were all made of silver, only their outer handle being some sort of dark iron or so. It was cold and unpleasant, the air stuffy, overall creating a vibe, that only prisons and torture chambers can have. 

My steps echoed loudly, alongside with the thumping of the stick, as my eyes searched for the demon.

"Jude?" As my voice travelled through the hallway, I heard someone moving. Fastening my pace, I quickly found the right cell, looking for Jude somewhere in there; It didn't take long. 

His velvet eyes bore into mine with a heartbreaking astonishment, as if he hadn't thought he'll see me anytime soon. His hair messy, and a few wounds decorating his face, giving his handsome features a troubled look. 

"I heard you've thrown a tantrum..." I broke his silence, not knowing how to handle the feeling that he was that worried about me... It felt great, of course, but I just couldn't quite understand why. Was it because I was his match? 

His expression broke into a small, soft smile, his eyes glimmering with a strange sense of adoring that I usually only saw when he found me cute or ridiculous. I slowly grabbed the door handle and opened the cell, walking in with a slight limp. I didn't plan on going back up, until' the release him anyway, so what would be the point of staying outside? 

"You almost ruined my big moment... I'm supposed to kill Luci, not you." I continued in a playful tone, sitting down next to him, but without a warning, he pulled me into his lap, with a tight hug that threatened to break my rib-cage. 

"I'm sorry... I didn't think Lucifer would go this far. You shouldn't have experienced that pain" he mumbled quietly, resting his chin on my head, and I just didn't have the heart to tell him that I could barely breathe.

"You shouldn't have either... but here we are." he stayed quiet after my response, but I couldn't tell why, I didn't see his face. I curled up against his chest, not really wanting to act cold or resist the urge to be near him, I knew we both needed it after this day. After every day in fact... Our life became a mess, ever since we've met, and the only thing keeping me sane was Jude's awful, but entertaining company. 

"I prefer you with black hair" I said all of a sudden, and he broke out into a surprised chuckle. 

"That almost sounded like a compliment" his voice was a little exhausted but playful nonetheless, as he slowly fell into a lying position, and he pulled me with him on the uncomfortable and small bed. 

"Have you ever been in prison before?" he questioned a little amused, playing with my hair as he was probably trying to fall asleep. My forehead rested against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was steady, calm, nothing that I wouldn't expect from him. 

"No, no... I think I would be too popular... I have feminine hips" I grinned, though, he couldn't have seen, but I'm pretty sure he joined me. I didn't want to think about the fact, that Lucifer still had the right to read me after this, or that I'll have to, eventually, leave this warm hug that I got so comfortable with. I just wanted to rest for now, and forget everything that happened this afternoon (including the strange monster, which now seemed much less scary, in comparison to having your wings cut off). 

"Sleep well, Dear" 

/wooooaah okay so that was a lot c: Hope you all enjoyed it, and as always, vote and comment, I love reading them all (even if I don't reply always), I go through all of 'em <3 /