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Dark wished he could say he was surprised. But the reality of his situation hasn’t quite sunk in yet, he was too...detached. He supposed that was the problem, wasn’t it?
He stared blankly, not able to give a response because he...well he wasn’t sure what to say. Would anything even matter?
And he supposed that was apparently answer enough, because next thing he knew he was alone.
He didn’t do anything, though. He didn’t...well...he supposed that didn’t really matter now, did it?
With a heavy sight he made his way to the kitchen. It hadn’t hit him yet. He knew when it did he would be fucked so, for lack of a better term,
what-the-fuck-ever.
He thought about calling Anti, but somehow knew he wouldn’t give a fuck. Dark wasn’t supposed to call the other demon, anyway. When was the last time they had talked?
Dark couldn’t call him now on the verge of a break down just to seek comfort, he had no right to fuck with Anti like that. Besides, Anti would probably tell him to piss off anyway, and rightfully so.
Accepting the fact he was now entirely alone, he opened the cabinet in the kitchen and pulled down a box of...well the best way to the describe them was a sort of demon chocolate. It was a specially made treat and it was Dark’a favorite, usually only for special occasions.
Or depressing occasions.
That, a spoon, a tub of ice cream, and a blanket. Dark chucked off suit jacket and dress shirt and plopped down on his couch, putting on the dumbest fucking movie he could find.
He was just sitting there, mindlessly existing and zoning out until it finally hit him.
He was alone again.
He closed his eyes, feeling disgusted with himself and...and life in general.
It wasn’t fair. But then, he supposed, it was also probably karma. Karma he 100% deserved. There was no denying the fact he was the literal scum of all creatures- a demon. A shadow demon at that.
If he was being truthful, it was a miracle he’d had anything good in his life at all. If he had just done better, if he had just...then maybe...
No.
He couldn’t be better, he was a parasite. That’s what he was born to be. He couldn’t let himself get lost in all that ‘You could be better’ nonsense again. He was a demon, and that’s all he’ll ever be.
He was just a monster.
He forwent eating any of his comforting sweets, suddenly very sick to his stomach as he realized how far away he strayed. It was a good thing he was left by...
Well it...it doesn’t matter. He needed to forget that name, forget that face. He sunk down in the couch, pulling the warmth of the blanket closer around him as his distant eyes stared through the TV screen.
He just needed to forget. It would fine. He would go back to being what he was supposed to be and stop fucking around with humans or other creatures that wanted him to be better.
Because he wasn’t better. He was a demon.
Maybe he’d give Anti a call after all.