Prompt: Charles believes you can’t be in love with him because he lacks one thing almost every man has - legs. So when you finally realize it makes him super insecure, you set off to show him that his imperfection is indeed quite beautiful.
Set during Xmen Apocalypse - in a world where Alex Summers never really died! Yay!
Warnings: Alex being not so mentally stable, enduring immense pain, almost hurting his friends (bringing about the apocalypse I guess?), harming nature, including animals
Word count: 4020
Summary: Alex was turned into the devil but will he give into his satanic desires or will he remain a true hero?
The Devil Within
faded to black.
losing his form
happening? I am losing control. I feel stronggeerrrr!”
everything! Become me!” But Alex couldn’t hear him over the immense pain he
Make it stop!”
body was changing. His bones were brutally stretched out, giving him a broader
form. Horns mercilessly sprouted out of the sides of his head, leaving trails
of red blood dripping down his face from all around them. Though the blood was
quickly changing colour, becoming indigo streaks of liquid, mixing with the
tears on his cheeks.
feel his cheekbones breaking, as they were getting larger, stretching his skin
out to the point where it was tearing apart, showing some of his forcefully
bigger getting muscles.
growing hair and beard caught most of his blood leaving them a sticky, crimson,
violet, indigo mess.
momentarily blinded, as his eyes burned, as though the backs of them and the
nerves leading to them had been set on fire. Tears escaped his eyes and he shut
them, the insides of his lids feeling like sand paper against his pupils. When
he opened them again they were glowing white, creating a stark contrast to the
deep blue orbs he once used to possess.
“No. Let us
enter the new world, my son” Were the first words Alex could finally make out.
There was still a shrill ringing in his ears, though whether it was from the
transformation and the changing of his ear shells into longer and pointier ones
or his relentless screaming in harrowing agony he didn’t know.
responded weakly, his voice sounding completely foreign and wrong to him.
still dare to oppose me?” The devil demanded, now more furious than ever.
He said, trying to calm himself “You will come around eventually. No one can
withstand this form.”
never!” Alex shouted, still very sure of himself.
worry, my son. You will yet come to accept your true form!” Satan was almost
about I let you rest in your chambers for a while?”
chambers?” Alex mistrusted this newfound kindness of the devil, finding it most
of course! You are my son, the prince of the underworld after all! It is only
fitting to have your residence here!”
want to ‘rest in his chambers’ all he wanted to do right now was run as fast
as he could. But where would he go? He realized that he couldn’t leave this
place. He simply couldn’t let his friends or his father – adoptive father, as
he just found out – see him like this.
friends… Emily… Jack… what would they think if he never returned? He knew his
father thought he was dead and, in all honesty, he might as well be, in his own
opinion. But what would his friends think? Were they going to assume he died
again? It was hell after all. Would it really be that big of a surprise if he
failed again? How long would they wait for him in front of that gate until
they decided he wasn’t ever going to come back?
have loved to talk to them one last time. He would have loved to tell them not
to worry, that he was fine. But then again, was he really?
literally just transformed into the spitting image of Satan himself, after
finding out that he was in fact adopted and was truthfully the devil’s and some
angel’s child, after having been resurrected from death… He could go on. The
list had become nearly endless. It just now dawned on Alex that, no, he wasn’t
fine. Oh god, he was so far from fine, he actually felt like crying.
he wasn’t going to! Not in front of the man, that was to blame for all of his
sorrow. No, he wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction. He wasn’t going to
break down a second time and be vulnerable again.
and the fact that he couldn’t face the outside world ever again into
consideration, he really had no other choice but to accept the offer of his own
room, whether he wanted or not.
Alex answered finally. Sighing as he did so. “Where’s my room?”
seemed satisfied with that answer and something about that felt really wrong to
me.” Satan more so ordered than anything else. And so Alex did what he was told
and took a step towards his biological father, wincing at the cracks every last
one of his joints seemed to make.
already seen quite bit of hell, though it had been the outer rings of it. Where
he was headed now was the very centre of hell.
On his way
there he saw multiple skeletons, like the one he had met earlier, before he had
entered hell, bowing to him, recognizing him as their superior.
also quite a lot of souls ‘stored’ there, as god had put it. Though unlike in
heaven, where they were free to roam, here they were either in cages or chained
to walls. Some of them looked absolutely mortified upon seeing him, others
didn’t seem to care. Not just about his presence but about generally everything.
They had been tortured to the extent that they were long since broken, being
simply in a state of existence rather than living. Though, Alex supposed, they
weren’t alive in the first place, seeing as the were in hell. He had to
giggle at that, the happiness he felt at that thought tickling in his chest.
was wrong, so very wrong! He had been wondering which state of these souls
unsettled him more but this definitely won every prize of scary. His own state
of being, his own thoughts and emotions were what he found the most terrifying
in all of hell. This wasn’t right; he was supposed to be a hero! Yet here he
was, giggling, of all things, at the anguish of these souls.
Though one could argue that they deserved it. They were in hell for a reason after all,
No! No, no,
no, no! No one deserved eternal torture, no matter their past!
repeating this sentence as his mantra in his mind, growing louder whenever he
looked into the eyes of one of the lost souls.
is.” The devil finally said, gesturing to a castle.
looked around a bit. “Where exactly?”
king of hell insisted, pointing to the castle once more, this time a little
whole thing?” Alex asked unbelievingly, to which Satan simply nodded.
guessed it made sense, he was this place’s prince after all. Everything
wasn’t so bad, now that he thought about this. He could get used to this…
open the grand doors to his castle with ease, thanks to his new muscles, and
stepped in. He was met with a big hallway, containing carpets with a colour
barely distinguishable from lava, doors richly adorned with gems and gold and a
small, artificial ‘waterfall’ of lava by the end of it.
what he saw, he walked in further, letting the doors fall closed behind
himself, leaving the ruler of hell outside.
could really get used to this…
Alex didn’t belong here!? He certainly didn’t like hell and let’s not even
think about torture!
deserves eternal torture, no matter their past!” He reminded himself.
And I mean no one! Deserves eternal torture! No matter their past!” He
that Ryan…” Alex spoke that name disgustedly, still not having forgiven him for
guess, he had a reason…” He concluded looking down on his, now bigger and
indigo, hands, finding that there was still some dried up blood under his
Ryan was not that bad of a person, even if he had been wrong to kill him.
Alex was after all a hero. He might have been the son of Satan but he was
also the son of an angel. He could choose his path and he chose justice. Alex
wasn’t a bad person. Ryan had simply been wrong.
How dare he
assume that anyway? He had been a hero for god knows how long, relentlessly
improving his skills, not for himself or to brag but to help the people. He
genuinely cared about everybody. So how could that little twit just decide he
was better than him? Oh, Ryan had done it now and Alex was going to show him!
He was going to give that pathetic, obnoxious, unworthy slime of the earth what
deserved eternal torture, no matter their past!
right! No one! No one. No one… no one…
down a wall to sit against it, coward together, legs in front of his chest,
arms resting on his knees, forehead laying on his arms uncomfortably due to his
new horns. He felt like he was going insane inside his own mind!
He felt an
undefinable itching underneath his skin. Scratching it only made it worse but
he kept doing it, clawing at his forearms with his long, sharp nails, not
stopping even after he drew blood.
to do something, anything to distract himself! He needed to get out of here!
wandering out of the castle, Alex looked around but found nothing that could
help him. All he saw was living corpses. He heard their groaning. Oh, their
groaning in unimaginable and everlasting pain. It could only ever be cut
through with a piercing scream that came from somewhere in the distance
He had to
get out of here, not just the castle but hell as a whole!
take his friends feelings into consideration anymore. He needed to leave this
place as soon as possible, whether they were going to see him or not.
back the way he had come, now hating the seemingly endless mazes he used to
love. With every pained groan he heard he got faster until he broke into a
sprint. Finally he saw the gate out of hell in the distance and it was the lone
uplift in his mood he had felt for the past hours, at least he thought it had
been hours, it could have been less, and decided he would gladly accept the
metaphorical light this shone on him.
stop running when he crossed the border and he didn’t stop running when the
skeleton, seemingly the entry guard, asked why he was in such a hurry. When he
did stop was when he realized neither Emily nor Jake were anywhere to be found.
Had they really left already? He looked around. He didn’t find a note saying
they were out for food, in a shop or an inn of any kind. In fact, he didn’t
find any notes at all.
cautiously approached the guard.
wouldn’t know where the boy and the girl I came here with went, would you?” He
brother” The other responded. “They merely said they weren’t expecting you to
come back and left.”
know when that was?” Alex wanted to know. Maybe he could still catch up to them
if he hurried…
month ago, my brother.”
month?!” The boy didn’t understand. How could that be? He hadn’t even been in
that that literal hell hole for a day, let alone a month!
you mean ‘a month’, surely that can’t be right?” Alex tried to reason with the
“A month in
Earth time, far less in hell.” Seeing that the younger one still didn’t quite
understand, he explained further.
“Time is a
construct humans made up to measure their short, meaningless lives. It doesn’t
exist anywhere but here. You only spend an instant in hell but here its
equivalent to a lifetime.”
know what to make of that information. He would have been devastated to have
missed another month of his friends’ lives but seeing as he could never see
them again, it didn’t really matter, did it?
At least this
way he didn’t have to face them, right?
was for the best anyway, he decided.
forgetting to say his thanks to the skeleton, Alex was on his way. Where to, he
didn’t know. But he had to go somewhere, right? Wandering around the forest for
what felt like hours, he finally found a cave that he decided he would settle
like a dirty animal, trapped in that dark, mouldy cavern. But he forced himself
not to leave. He was a scary looking monster; he didn’t want to frighten
anyone. Or so he said. Though the truth is, he was ashamed of himself.
But oh, how
he wanted to leave. How he wanted to see the light again, to breathe fresh air
again. How he longed for adventure and battling monsters, animals or anyone
was exactly why he couldn’t leave. He had thought about it a lot in those past
weeks, he had been residing in this cave, his friends and father, his real
father, loved him for who he was not for what he looked like. Naturally it
would be a shock to see him like this but they would accept him regardless. But
over the course of time he had discovered, that he had changed, that it wasn’t
in fact ‘who he was’ anymore but rather ‘who he had been’. More and more often
he found himself wanting to hunt, hurt and destroy. More and more often he
found himself furious over the most trivial things.
his legs to his chest, sitting in a foetal position.
He had been
right about everything.
He had been
right to kill him.
He cried at
what he had become, pounding his fists to the ground. He had done this to
him. He was the one to blame. He… was truly the devil…
turned from depressed to boiling in mere seconds with the pent up frustration
he had. He couldn’t stop himself any longer and marched outside his cave. He
felt an animalistic rage take over him but he did nothing to stop it. He was
blind with anger and ripped out the nearest tree with his bare hands, turning
it into splinters with his claws. He let out a loud howl, right in the face of
a deer that was trying to escape his fury. He grabbed it and threw it against a
nearby tree. He felt powerful. He felt mighty. But most of all, he felt
though just to take away his moment of inner peace, or as close as he could
come to it anyway, two figures appeared from the general direction of the
closest village. They both had purple hair and… and he recognized them as Emily
and Jake! This awoke Alex from his trance like state and he realized what he
was doing. But it was too late.
step further!” The boy, Jake, said and the battle began.
want to fight them. But his former companions didn’t seem to see a problem with
fighting him. They didn’t recognize him. He couldn’t blame them, really, though
it still hurt.
He knew the
siblings tactics, seeing as he used to fight alongside them. That gave him
somewhat of an advantage. Emily tried to cast sleep on Alex but he dodged. Jake
shot him with a water beam, not being able to get out of the way quickly
enough, Alex was hit. He groaned.
please!” You couldn’t kill them. He simply couldn’t, so, he had to find another
way to make them stop.
faltered as she was about to cast sparkles. She may not have recognized Alex
due to his appearance and voice but she certainly found it odd that a monster
was begging for mercy. Something like that had never happened before. All the
monsters she had fought up until that point had been mindless creatures with
only the intent to annihilate.
wait!” she cried as her brother was about to attack the apparent monster with
Emily!” the boy yelled back.
The sister responded in an almost childish manner, as she would in a sibling
it actually done to us?” She demanded “We only came because we heard a growl.
That doesn’t mean it has done anything bad!”
kidding me?” Jake seemed aggravated as he cast the spell despite the girls
you seen what it did to the animal and the tree? It won’t stop until we make it!”
“And how do
you know that?!” That took Jake off
guard. How did he know? How did she not know? That was the universal truth
every hero knew. Monsters were bad and heroes had to fight them.
trees! We eat animals! Why are we so much better?” Emily insisted.
“Why are we
better?” Jake turned to face his sister. “Because we are intelligent creatures
with more than just the unkillable urge to destroy!”
monster is more than that! It begged us to stop! And look, you turned your
back to it and it didn’t even try to attack you! Shouldn’t we give it the benefit
of the doubt?” Hearing this, Jake turned around quickly, remembering the
imminent danger and keeping his guard up as he spoke.
naïve, Emily! That’s why you have me to protect you. You’d probably invite things like that for tea!”
frowned. “I appreciate that you don’t want to assume my gender but do you have
to call me ‘thing’?”
Something about the way the monster said that seemed to spark something in the
Emily asked carefully. Said boy seemed taken aback, his eyes widening in size.
how? How do you?” He didn’t get to think of a proper sentence before the girl
flung herself at him, tears in her eyes.
you were dead! Again! Why do you keep doing that to me?”
stiffened visibly at her touch.
regaining control of his surprise again, he gently pried her off himself.
the matter, Alex?” Emily wondered, her voice breaking slightly.
shouldn’t touch me.” He answered. “Your brother was right. I’m dangerous.”
wanted to disagree but was interrupted by her brother pulling her away from
happened to you?” Jake demanded with a tone of voice the other boy couldn’t
started. “I went to hell and met the devil. He said that he’s my farther and
that he wants me to rule over the underground by his side.”
agreed.” Jake looked at him reproachfully.
It looked as though it pained Alex that Jake would even entertain that thought.
didn’t agree! I told him no! But…”
Emily looked worried now.
didn’t take that for an answer and made me this…”
There was nothing but pity in her eyes and he detested it.
“I need to
go now. Thanks for the bants though!” He said bitterly.
Emily called after him.
help you.” Her brother finished for her. Alex’ eyes lit up with hope. Would
they really do that for him? For a boy who had changed so much, he couldn’t
really be considered their friend anymore. He turned around and took careful
steps towards the pair. He felt warm inside, looking at them. Maybe they could
indeed help him.
could be heard throughout the cabin was the loud crash of a stack of plates
Emily stuttered fearfully. It was that, what brought him back into reality.
standing close to the girl and had been drying up dishes that she had cleaned,
when it had apparently bothered him so much that a lint from the cloth he had
been using to dry the dishes with, was sticking to a plate, that he threw all
the earlier cleaned plates to the ground. He was fletching his sharp teeth to
the girl, probably only moments from letting out his anger on her, too.
He apologized seemingly still surprised.
alright.” The girl smiled shakily.
it’s really not…” The boy turned to lock himself in his room again as he had
done many times before in these two past months.
you. You’re just lucky Jake is out right now. You’d be in a lot of trouble if
he saw.” Emily tried to joke, but Alex didn’t seem in the mood.
have been better if he was. You’re lucky you’re still alive.”
wouldn’t do that.” The girl assured him.
not! Look at how sorry you are, and you didn’t even touch me! You really don’t
need to feel guilty!”
just the thing.” Alex said numbly, staring straight ahead, not into the eyes of
the girl he was talking to.
He revealed finally. “I don’t feel bad for any of the things I do; that’s what
I feel guilty for.”
Emily seemed distraught for a second, before composing herself to her
optimistic self again, forcing a smile.
that’s a start, right? You still know right and wrong; that’s good!”
understand, Emily!” She flinched a bit, hearing her name being pronounced like
a foreign word. “I technically know right from wrong but I care less and less
about it! I’m still driven by my old principals but there are no feelings behind
them anymore! I don’t believe in them anymore!” He looked down, revealing to
her his most flawed side. “I’m not a hero anymore…” He was quiet. Almost
broken. No. Not almost. This boy, who used to be a great, selfless, fearless
hero, was broken. Everything he had once believed in was lost and he was barely
holding himself from stepping over the line that was getting continuously more
and more blurred.
It was then
he finally realized.
returned to the cave he had been staying in before he was reunited with his friends.
miserable but better than he had been with the siblings. They had been nothing
but kind to him and he couldn’t take it. It had been driving him mad how they
were so nice that he had absolutely nothing to hold against them. Nothing to
justify his actions with. He couldn’t control himself. And they were making him
feel bad for it. He couldn’t stand that. It was his nature.
he was the devil’s son.
right… Nature… That’s why he felt this urge, this need to go back. To go back
to where he had so desperately fled from. Because he hadn’t been ready yet. He
had still been holding on to his principals and morals. But it had been clear
from the very beginning. Ever since his transformation had been complete his
path was set. This had always been what it would boil down to.
He was his
really not his fault. In fact, it was expected from him. Why else would Ryan
have hunted him down, even though he didn’t even know him? He was supposed to
He was the
prince of hell.
He was an
unholy crossbreed between angel and devil and he was just doing what was right.
going to claim his throne.
“I am ready
taking his new satanic form and the world in peril, everything faded into