Angsty 84 :DDD with mikkey dying in the bed. I love your fics! XD thank you for your hardwork!
84. “I’m dying.”
Had two ideas for this but I went with the more angsty one hehe Based on last week’s amazing ep by UFOtable~!
Sorey had never appreciated his life privilege in Izuchi as much as he did when he felt the pain and hatred of the fallen humans.
He had lived a carefree life before, not knowing what pain was aside from falling from a tree branch or ruin traps or getting swept away by a raging river. Human agony was something different. The pain was not physical, but it was mentally damaging. It left a scar Sorey knew would never heal.
And he felt and heard all of it. Every ounce of sadness, every cry for help, every plea they begged, every hatred born from anger, jealousy and sinful crimes.
He knew it was not a good idea to purify more than one human at a time but the situation was dire. He needed to protect his friends and his fellow humans. Sorey thought he could take it. He almost did but–
One person’s feelings in particular resonated with Sorey’s soul. He saw a memory of a young woman crying as she held the hand of a sickly man. The feelings she had for her beloved were in sync with Sorey’s heart. He knew exactly how she felt for her dying loved one. Because the way she felt for him… was what Sorey felt for Mikleo.
An unyielding presence, a light that would never fade in their life. Mikleo was his one and only. And he could never imagine what losing him would feel like. But something wanted to show him exactly that. Whether it was he himself or the malevolence, he could not tell.
Sorey was suddenly in the woman’s place, holding a familiar pale hand. He knew those fingers by heart. And he felt a chill run down his spine when he looked up.
Sorey could hear his heart beating fast. He wanted to deny it. He really did. But Mikleo looked and felt too real. His skin was whiter than usual, eyes sunken and lifeless, limbs too weak to even squeeze Sorey’s hand properly.
“I’m dying…” Mikleo whispered hoarsely before he coughed violently.
“No… No, Mikleo!”
Sorey gripped Mikleo’s hand and held it to his chest, “Please don’t leave me!”
Mikleo smiled sadly, “I’m sorry.”
Sorey felt it, the malevolence in the corner of his heart, eating away his sanity. He was in despair. But even more so, he was angry. And he didn’t fight it. He didn’t want to. It gave him strength to fight for Mikleo’s sake. He knew it was his best option.
All of a sudden, Mikleo’s cold hands cupped his cheeks.
“Come back, Sorey.” Mikleo ordered, “Come back.”
Then, he heard it, faint cries from behind him.
“….come back!…. Sorey please! Come back to us!”
Sorey looked back, “Mikleo?”
“COME BACK TO ME!”