@blueplanettrash I love your au so much!
“Lance!” Shiro called as he walked through the battlefield “Come on Lance you’re scaring me!”
The other exorcists were meant to be there, they were supposed to handle this demon as a team, but they had been separated before they arrived at the meet up and the demon had attacked before they showed up.
There was a large explosion knocking Shiro out and as his vision faded away he saw Lance pounce on the demon with a ferocious scream.
When they had arrived the area had been an abandoned city block, tall buildings and stores lining the neatly paved streets.
Now however all but a small area around Shiro was a desert of ash.
The buildings, the trees even the concrete was gone, leaving nothing but endless miles of dust in front of him.
Shiro stumbled forwards, his heart beating so fast that he was sure it would burst right out of his chest. The landscape was flat with no sign of the demon but more importantly no sign of Lance.
After finding out that Lance had not been disobeying him on purpose, Shiro had found that his little familiar really was the sweetest most loyal thing.
He sought after love and attention, thankful for even the smallest amount he could get. A part of Shiro was worried that the reason Lance was so grateful for kindness was because of how often he had been punished in the past.
It was those thoughts that kept him up at night. Staring at the ceiling and listening to Lance’s soft snores from the next room over.
So for Lance to not come when he was called scared Shiro to no end.
The demon they had been after wasnt a little weakling. It was huge with the ability to ignite the fires of hell on earth if given the chance.
And Lance had thought him alone.
”Lance please!” Shiro screamed becoming more and more desperate every time he was met with silence.
His mind was becoming muddled with panic.
He knew Lance was a demon himself and like the other familiars he was tough. Yet Lance was Shiro’s familiar.
He was like family to him and Lance trusted him to keep him safe and Shiro felt the same in return.
Every moment without knowing if the cat demon was alright was pure agony.
“I need you…” Shiro didn’t even realise he was crying until the first tears hit the ground, falling through the ash.
“Please!” Shiro dropped to his knees wiping furiously at his face. He shouldn’t be crying, he shouldn’t be wasting time he had to find Lance!
Yet he couldn’t stop.
No matter how hard he tried Shiro couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down his cheeks. It was like someone turned on a faucet and now shiro couldn’t hold the tears back.
One after the other they fell to the ground clearing the ash away until only the soft tanned underneath remained.
Shiro stared at the ground, it seemed unnervingly familiar… something about it he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Then the ground twitched open a glowing blue eye and the transe Shiro was in shattered.
“Lance!” He yelled clearings away the ash to pull his familiar out.
He looked to be in bad shape. His chest was a mess of burns and bruises blooming across him tanned skin. His hair was dark and matted with blood from some unseen head wound.
But he was breathing.
Lance was alive.
The relief was short lived however when Shiro noticed he was still losing blood and his eyes had slid closed again while he had been examining the wounds.
“Hang on buddy, i’m getting you out of here.” Shiro whispered softly as he scooped Lance up as carefully as one may a kitten and began to run.
Shiro had no idea if the demon was still there but he really didn’t care, his familiar needed him and he would be dammed if he ever let lance suffer again because of him.
“Shiro what-” Allura cut herself off with a gasp seeing Lance’s condition. She had been worried when none of the other exorcists had been in position especially after the explosion that decimated the whole city block.
When she has spotted Shiro she had felt relief that quickly turned to horror when her eyes fell upon the unmoving familiar in his arms.
“I don’t have time to explain. The demon could still be out there but Lance needs help bad!” Shiro was breathing heavily, his eyes wide and scared in a way Allura had never seen.
But she understood what he was feeling.
“Go i can handle things here.”
No sooner had the words left her lips was Shiro off again leaving Allura standing there stroking Keith as he lay around her neck.
“Help please!” shiro burst into the church the priest startled by his loud entrance dropped the bottle of holy water on the floor. He would’ve scolded the exorcist if he hadn’t of recognise the dire situation.
He gestured for him to lay Lance down on the altar and go to work.
It was a long and painful process for both Lance and Shiro.
For Lance because his wounds needed to be purified and by morning he had screamed so much that his voice was hoarse and silent.
And for Shiro because he could do nothing but sit and watch as Lance writhed in unimaginable agony. Unable to even hold his hand to try and ease the fear he saw in his familiars eyes.
But as the first rays of sun came through the stained glass windows lance was in the clear. His wounds were wrapped in heavy white bandages and he had regained some of his colour to his cheeks. He was sleeping peacefully in a spare bed within the church looking far too small and vulnerable for Shiro’s comfort.
“He will live. That’s a loyal familiar you have there.” The priest said as he cleaned the blood from his hands.
“What do you mean?” Shiro asked somehow tearing his eyes away from the reassuring steady rise and fall of Lance’s chest.
“Those wounds came from protecting you. Or did you not wonder why there’s not a scratch on you?” The priest asked as he left with a small shrug.
Shiro blinked in surprise.
Lance had protected him? He had gone through such pain just so that Shiro wouldn’t have to.
He sighed as he stroked Lances soft brown hair earning him a small tired purr “My loyal familiar. My loyal Lance.”