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Summary: Typically, most demons can see in the dark, and most human children tend to stop being afraid of the dark by the time they're 12. But Andrew isn't like most demons, or most humans.
Characters: Darkiplier, Antisepticeye, Astoria (The DA), & Prince apparent Andrew (OC) Disclaimer(s): The Anti featured here does not belong to me. He is the muse for the blog @antidemonrp and likewise, Astoria belongs to @acetheaverage-8. I had permission from both of them to mention/feature their muses in this story. This is also an OC story instead of an x reader story. Also Dark is way more violent than he is in canon. TWs: Light violence Tags: @ghostlykestrel525
Andrew sifts through the drawers in desperation, looking for something, any kind of object that might agitate the strange demon with its disappearance.
While sifting around, his fingers brush against something sharp as he lets out a small gasp of pain. Deep crimson blood drips from his hand onto a broken photo frame. Andrew tilts his head and carefully picks the picture up, making sure to avoid cracks. The frame portrays a man who looks almost identical to the demon who'd attacked the prince and beheaded Andrews father.. Well, thats not something he cared about that much, but still. The demon looked..normal. He looked human. Alongside him in the black and white picture was a woman.
Both held drinks and smiled so genuinely. If he didn't know better he wouldn't have thought of him as terrible in the slightest. 'I wonder how old this picture is?' Andrew mutters to himself, raising his head and looking around the office. It was bland, save for one item. A large mirror hung on the wall, cracked and shattered.
"What are you doing here?" An echoey voice calls out. Shadows quickly fill up every corner of the room. Andrew quickly drops the photo in a panic as he turns around to face an incredibly angry shadow demon. The frame drops and shatters into multiple pieces on impact, Andrew's demonic blood dripping onto the polished hardwood floors and staining some of the glass scattered at his feet. The demon stared at the ground for a moment, then stared back up at the boy, his eyes completely blacked out.
"I-I'm sorry.." Andrew stutters out, the pace of his heart quickening. The room had completely darkened, and Andrew couldn't see. The demon stalked towards him, taking his time with each step. A loud ringing started to emit almost everywhere.
"Why are you here? Did Anti send you?" He asks, spitting out the prince's name from his mouth with venom. "N-No.. I came here by myself. You killed my father, attacked me, and everybody else who just happened to be near the prince." Andrew stuttered, trying to mask his fear.
Darks face shapes into a wicked grin as he grabs Andrew by the arm. "Are you scared of the dark?" He asks mockingly, tilting his head. Andrew stays silent, trying to control his breathing. Dark drags the boy into the fully blacked out halls, still grinning. "Did you know that most demons can see in the dark? Even the ones that typically can't, they aren't phased in the slightest by complete darkness. But you? You're terrified of it."
Dark shoved the boy onto the ground, the souls inside of him starting to flicker with sympathy and regret. "Why are we doing this? We're going too far.."
Unfortunately for the twins, the entities' bloodlust was far more overpowering.
The boy stared up at Dark in pure terror. The piece of hair that had been blocking his eye had been moved just a bit to reveal the hidden eye. It was brown. A stark contrast to the boys purple eye he'd seen before.
"Oh..You're half human, aren't you? How intruiging.." He grabs the boys arm again and twists. He continues twisting despite the boys' screams. And then..
Crack.
The boy shrieked again, louder this time. The entity growled. It walked away for a moment, returning with some duct tape and wasting no time taping his mouth shut and tying him up.
"I wonder how his royal highness would react if I told him that I was holding his heir hostage? I still can't figure out why he keeps you around though.." The entity fixes the lapels of the suit it wears. Andrew tilts his head in confusion. Heir?
"No matter. I have things to attend to..Lets see how well you'll fare in complete darkness by yourself, shall we?" And with a swift kick, Andrew is tossed into a dark cellar, landing on more broken glass. He was starting to feel woozy.
Andrew isn't sure how long he'd been in the cellar, but the next thing he knew was being rudely dumped onto the ground near Anti, his restraints gone. Andrew groans in pain a bit, confused. Dark quickly disappeared, and Andrew found himself being..hugged? by the prince. Anti was muttering something about Andrews wounds, sounding a lot like a concerned parent.
"..Are you alright, your highness?" Andrew had seen the way the prince typically was from the time he'd been observing him. Around his puppets or his loyalists, the prince was terrifying and commanding, but with Andrew? He seemed like a completely different creature.
Anti just stared at Andrew in disbelief at his question.
"Lets just get ya patched up..Alright?" Andrew nods weakly, but his mind lingers to the comment Dark had made.
What did he mean by heir?