His body flew up, his chest hurt, and he was drenched in sweat. He looked down to be greeted with feathers sticking out of his chest. "Dang angels can't let me be." He mumbled to himself as he walked into the bathroom. He looked in the mirror. Dark brown hair covered in sweat, lifeless green eyes, body littered with mark of what happened a few hours ago, along with the new demon roaming the streets.
"You're a mess Toby." He said staring in the mirror. It's been this way for a while now. When the sun is he's perky happy-go-lucky Toby making vlogs, new songs, etc. Then night comes and he's out drinking, picking up people how wants to live forever, brings them home, fucking, giving them to Ryu to suck their souls & kicking them out. But he's slipping further in to the dark side. He sighed and pulled the feathers out.
He doesn't love you he loves what you can do for him. How could he, he has no soul to. The angle's voice echoed in his head. A hand with a warm liquid touched his wounds. Ryu's blood he's healing him. So he cares, right? He focused back on the mirror and his eyes locked with the maroon ones. Ryu's pure black hair fell across the eggshell white of the skin covering his forehead. "hey snow white."
"Hey huntsmen."
"Huntsmen huh? Why is that?"
"Because you always seem to get the short end of the stick."
"Well I'm going to get in the shower."
"Okay bye." And with that he left the room. "He's leaving you, you know." Said a woman with a Greek accent. He nodded dejectedly. "So let me pull you out of this pit he left you in, Toby please." He laughed drily at the plea.
"You know just last week that would've interested me but now, Angela it doesn't so take your offer and give it to someone who deserves it."