Lacch paced back and forth in the room. “Emmit, I can't take this anymore.” They sighed and faced the mirror. “You have changed and I don't like the person you are anymore. I-”
They shook their head and looked away from the mirror. “No. I shouldn't say that. I need to be more gentle.” They were practicing talking to Emmit. Getting through this safely.
The door cracked open, Emmit stepped in. “Who are you talking to?”
Lacch flinched and looked over at Emmit. “Oh.. Myself. Emmit- there's actually something I've been wanting to talk to you about-”
“Not now, Lacch. Come with me now. There is something I want to try.” Emmit dismissed Lacch with a wave of his hand. And began to walk out of the room. He held the door open expectantly.
Lacch let out a sigh and slowly followed Emmit into the other room. As they walked in they paused and took a step back as they saw the candles, blood and book laid out on the floor. The blood was painted in an intricate pattern that Lacch recognized from years ago when he stole one of Euan’s books.
“You're summoning a demon.” They whispered, their eyes wide.
“Euan is damn good with these rituals but made one fucked up mistake when he summoned Em. She is unstable with being forced to be on the Earth for so long, but if you summon a lower class demon, a weaker one.. they are basically objects. They follow commands, they can comprehend their own basic language, but they always obey and they aren't strong enough to mess with the barrier between Hell and Earth.”
“Emmit. Emmit, I'm not helping you. It's wrong. I don't agree with my parents much but I agree it's unholy to summon demons. It's dangerous. It's wrong.” Lacch took a step back and swiftly shook their head.
“Shut up. Know your place. You will help me.” Emmit snapped. “Take off the sheet.”
“...No.” Lacch slowly said, they were unsure, scared. They didn't want to disobey Emmit for their own safety, but this is where they stood their ground. Cody was right. Emmit has gone too far. Someone had to stop him. Lacch had to stop him. “I'm not going to let you do this. And I'm definitely not going to help you. Emmit, I love you but this has gone too far. I miss who you were months ago. I'm not the only one starting to question you. Please. Let's just.. Forget about the cult. Forget about Cody. Emmit, I can save you.. We- we can go together out to the forest, live in a small cabin. Just you and I, maybe a dog? We can be happy together. We can have peace and- and in the winter when it snows we would be able to make snow men and in the spring we can grow some plants and- and grow our own food.” Lacch put their hands on Emmit's shoulders. “I can go fishing and I can cook! You can hunt other stuff, I will just eat fish while you eat the other meats but we can be happy together! We can be perfect together. I will help you. You can have no more evil thoughts, you can become a better person. We can be together and be safe and happy together. I can help you.”
Emmit stood there quietly. He slowly put his hands on Lacch's and took them off his shoulders. “Lacch..” He sighed and shook his head. “I-”
He pushed Lacch down into the center of the circle. He held them down and grabbed a knife. “Your soul should be enough to bring a demon. Please my love- keep your strong feelings, let your soul shine bright! Let the power of your soul mix with the demon I shall bring into this world!”
Lacch fought against him, trying to push him away. “Emmit-! Emmit stop!”
Emmit ripped the sheet off of Lacch and held their body down. He grabbed Lacch's hair and pulled their head forward before bashing it back into the floor. He lifted the knife and pressed it to Lacch’s neck.
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̵̢̬͉̟̟̮̯̂̏̀̄̓̋͑̂̓̇̊͐̐̊͘͝ͅͅ0̶͚͕͉͉͙̰̤̩̲̤̞̭̺͔̻̇͆̓̽̍͌̋̌̎̇͂̆̏̄̅̽͝ͅͅ0̴̧͈̱͔͙͔̙̯̀̿͑̏̽̋̆͌̾̿̀̌̂́̕͝1̶̛̰̫̮͓̫͓̳̦̤̞͇̟̳̣̩̥̰̬̦̼͕̤͌̅̂̐̊͐̿́̇̊̈͛̐̽̾͘͜͝͝ͅ0̸̻̣̞̞̼͚͂̅̆̋̑͑͑́̈́̈́̔1̴̛̪̩͕̐̌̔̔́̚͝͝1̷̢̧̯̖̼̯̻̜͍̝͔͙͎͕͙̞̤̥̥̻̳̄̓̎͑̂̊͝ͅ1̴̢̩̙̱̯̦̫́͐̉̔̆̚0̴̡̣̯̮̰͍̖͚͎̼͔̭̮̫͓̹̠̣̻̋͑͘͜͠͠ ̵̨̞͈̪̩͖͇̭̰͈̻̬͕͉̤̗͕̜̿̈́́̓̓͌͆̾̿̏̃͌̅̇̔̀̀͘͜͜͝͠͠͝ͅ0̷̛̤̮̙̜͈͎̦̂̾̏̇̌̀̒̎̓͊̈́̌͒̌̔͗̚̚̕͝͝͝0̷̨̢̛̪̳̠̤̖͉̗̲̬̪̝̘̲̝̗̙͙̜͇̤͇̫͋͒̈́̌́̿͐͂͛͆́͛̌̓̔͌̍̉̊̇̃̕̚1̸̢̢͓͙̻̙̰̬̆̔̈́͛͊̐̈́͗̌̾͜0̵̧̧̩̝̬̩̲̩͉͖͙̗̦̫͕͉̜̼͉̮͇̈́0̵̧̧̡̛̦̗̭̩̪͓̠͕̹͈͙͓̳̻̮̠̇̿̓̇̏̾̈̀̔̊́͋͠ͅͅ0̴̱͕͍̥̘͎̗̄̎̀͐̀̏͂͊̒̂͂̾̆̈́̈́̐̌͗͘̚̕͜͜͝͝0̸̨̬̟̝̙͖̖̥̪̯̙̲̱̥̠̻̼͕̫̙̬̽̐̇̀̔͛̈́͆̃̆̃̔̈́̈̓͌̾̏͘͝͝ͅͅ0̷̗͖̳̥̥̣̬̹͙̩̫͖͔̭̅̔͗̀̇͒̌̔̅̿̊̊̌̽̓̎͛͝ ̶͖͋̂́̌̕0̶̻̘̯̊͗͂̈́̚0̴̡̢͉͙̜͚̺̻̤͈̎͗́͋́̾̈́̓̔͆̎͑̕̕͜͝1̷̡̞̫̼̭͉̻̫̳̮̊̿́́̑͐͛̔͗̈̏̚̚0̷̧̧̺̫͔̟̲̖͈̬̻͖͖͕̞̳́̌̾̍͗̈́̾͛̑̉̆̄̃͌̇͊͝͝͝0̶̘̊̄̈́̊̀̉̍̅̊̀͂́̆̚̕͝0̸̗̞̮̫͓̝̠̞͇͗0̶̧̡̛͍͔͉͙͎̬̟̠̞̣̤̃̂̎̌̊̓͒̍̈͗̓͆͑͒͗̏̔͑̋͘͠0̷̛̻̏͌͂̈̄̍̀̽̉͑̅͗̍̚͘̚ ̷̢̳͙̮̃̿̅̏̌̋̚0̷̻͈̲̞͓̘̪̘͛͊̽̔̀̀̈́͗́̏͌̍̓̒̃̌̐͊̈́̚̚͝͝1̵̡̢̫̮̗̞̰̼̟̺̥̮̆̐ͅ1̴̬̮͍̿́̈́͗̀̈́̈́̂0̵̛̹͑̉̽̃̓̊̇̏̀͑́1̸̨̛͕͍̙̤͓̼͎̩̙̼̩͇͚͖̰̪̲͇͓̻̀͊͌͆͌͊̾1̸̛͔̟̼̀̓̓̿̏̿͑̄̏̓̏͜ͅ0̵̢͚͙͉̩͇̘̟̘͋̈́̉̀̿̍̅͑͐̽̅̾̈́̇̀́̔̕̚̕͘͝͠1̷͉͕͖͇͚͉̘̰̟͔̼̫̞̹̫̞̮͓̘̣̓̌͋̉̀̄͌̃̈́̈̾́̿̾̈͐͋̊͝͝ͅ 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Emmit stabbed the knife into Lacch's throat, rather than blood, a beautiful light erupted from the wound. The light- a mix of colors, shining and bright, wrapped around the two, enveloping them like a ribbon wrapped gift.
Emmit pulled out the knife, allowing the glow to spread even further. It spread around Lacch, wrapping around their limbs and snaking up their cheek. A stream of tears were grazing Lacch's skin as they laid there, weakly gasping for air. Emmit leaned down and cupped Lacch's face in his hand. Using his thumb, he lightly brushed away the tears that were building in Lacch's eyes. “I love you. I always have and I always will. Your body may be dying, but see this light? It's your soul. It's you. You may not be able to remember, but I will keep your soul safe. It will be held in a vessel. So I may keep you forever with me. My love. My sweet, beautiful, perfect, love.. I will forever keep you. You will forever lay in my heart. You are forever mine.'' With that, Emmit pressed his lips against Lacch's, fitting together like the perfect puzzle piece. The two of them sat there, Lacch's soul flowing from their body. Their soul bloomed into the world, at this moment, during the soft kiss shared between the two ill-fated lovers, their souls collided. For the shortest moment in time, two became one and peace was all that could be felt. Holding the kiss, Emmit used his other hand to wrap around Lacch, pulling them closer. With a soft breath, Emmit pulled away. Lacch looked at Emmit, the lids of their eyes fluttering, struggling to stay open.
“I..” Lacch sucked in a breath. “I am.. forever yours..”
With that- Lacch's soul was gone. The body lay dead.
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Euan looked out the window as rain began to fall. He sighed and turned around his shoulder. He needed to check on Cody. He hadn't been feeling well for the past few days. Euan had wanted to make sure he was well taken care of, so he was taking on his own duties of cooking for him and making sure he is hopefully having better health.
Throwing one more glance out at the city, watching the rain drizzle down, Euan sighed. This was stressful. So very stressful.
Leaving the office, Euan walked down the hall. Cody had just bought him new shoes, shoes that clicked just like his.
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“See these shoes? You hear that loud clicking sound when I step? That shows confidence. A lack of fear. It shows people that you are coming and you aren't shying away from yelling “I'm here!”. Cody took a few steps, showing how his shoes clicked. “You have to walk tall and proud. I know whenever I wear my loud shoes and my nice suits, it makes me feel confident. So therefore, I will get you some loud shoes and a suit. What color do you want me to order?”
“I-” Euan sighed. “Purple. Please. You don't have to do this, I know you are trying to help me be more confident with myself but you don't have to, it's my problems. I don't want to rope you up in them.”
Cody let out a light laugh and put his hand on Euan's cheek. “Darling, please. I'm using this as an excuse to see you in a suit. I know you will look damn fine in it, plus, if it can give you a confidence boost, I see that as being all the more necessary. Now come on, let's go take your measurements-”
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Euan shook his head and just continued to walk down the hall. The clicks from his shoes only reminded him of his growing concern for his sick lover. The sound of each click, rather than giving him the intended confidence, just sent a sickening blow down through his stomach. His head was spinning, anxiety growing, shoes clicking, too much sound, too quiet, clicks too loud.
He paused and reached down to take off the shoes. He couldn't wear them. Not now. The sound was too much against the silence.
He walked to the door and pulled it open, Cody was laying on the bed, a laptop open on his lap. He was typing furiously. Sweat had formed on his brow, his eyes had heavy grey bags under them. His skin was sickly pale, his lips dry and cracked. his face nearly looked like he was rotting alive. The muscle was fading away, the outline of his cheekbones and eye sockets visible. His normally bouncy dirty blond hair was flat against his face, sticking to the sweat. His eyes shifted over to Euan before going back to the computer.
“Before you say anything, I'm only typing to clear up the situation with everyone Emmit involved. I have to give them that much at least.” Cody spoke, his voice dry and hoarse.
“Cody..” Euan sighed and sat by him on the bed. He pressed his hand against his forehead. “You're burning up.. I get that this is important to you. Please… Be quick. You need to rest.”
“You're right.. I.. don't think I can finish it.. I will send it to Lacch. They will complete it.. How- Hows Em?”
Euan's face fell and he let out a sad sigh. “She- she was too sick. She was going to die. I did a ritual to send her back to hell. Don't know if she will ever fully heal though.”
“At least she is back home..” Cody let out a cough. He grabbed a tissue from the side of his bed and coughed into it. When he pulled it back, a clot of blood was in it.
Euan looked away, tears were building in his eyes. He knew Cody was going to die. He knew there was no helping him. Part of him wanted to leave. Didn't want to watch him go through this. Leave and just pay someone to clean up the body. But he couldn't abandon Cody. He couldn't leave his side. He loved him. Euan flinched as he felt a hand press against his lower back. He wiped his tears and turned to see Cody looking at him with a small smile.
“You know I'm not going to be alive by the morning I'm going to be dead by daylight.” He grabbed Euan's hand and held it against his lips. “Don't get revenge. After I die. Heal. Let yourself be ok. Continue through your life. You have so much potential. Take the money from the cult, go to college, get your dream job. You wanted to be a history teacher, yes?”
Euan held back a sob. He nodded.
“Then be a history teacher. You will be wonderful.. after that, I want you to find a new person you can love. Find them and love them, don't let me hold you back. Be happy, have or adopt a kid if you want. Please. I believe you can be happy, don't let my death hold you back..”
Euan let out a loud sob and leaned forward, laying his head against Cody's chest. His wails and sobs filled the room, through choking breaths, he spoke. “I cant- I can't live without you. I will never-never find anyone who can help me like you. It- it would be better if we died together-”
“No.” Cody said sharply. “You can live without me. I know you can. You will be ok. I love you. I believe in you. My dear, live on. Don't let me death stop you from a life you can so beautifully live..”
Euan slowly nodded and hugged Cody close. “I.. will try.. please.. please just let your soul be happy.. I will try to contact your soul.. I will send you offerings.. I will-”
“No..” repeated Cody. “What you will do is move on. My love.. move on from me. My soul will be fine. I will watch over you. I will be happy. I will be even happier to see you move on, find a new lover, live your best life. Then I will be happy.”
Euan paused. He let out a shaky breath and slowly nodded“Yes.. yes ok.. I will do it..I.. love you.”
“I love you too.”
Cody shut his eyes and let out a warm breath of air. He held Euan close and took a few more deep breaths.
Within the minute, his body went limp and his breaths stopped.
Euan was the only living soul in the room.