I want salvation

The night was cold and dark. Even in my cell I could see that. My breath blew out in clouds of crystal in front of my face, quickly dispersing into nothingness. I was surrounded my walls of cold, dark dray. The floor matched, my cheek pressing against its rough surface. I couldn't feel it anymore, the cold had made it numb. My body hurt. Hurt everywhere. I couldn't move, and I didn't bother. I didn't want to move anymore. I just wanted to die. Why wouldn't god just let me die? Hadn't I suffered enough? I blew out another cloud of crystal, closing my eyes. I didn't want to see anymore. I didn't want to see the faces of the ones who betrayed me. I just wanted to sink into oblivion again before they came in for another round with me again. I wanted to lose all sense of pain and suffering.

But god must've heard me think. I heard the familiar pound of footsteps coming near the door or my cell. My muscles tensed, and breath hissed out between my teeth. Damn it all to hell.

The lock clicked, and the door slid open, letting in a rare gust of warm air. I hated it instantly. I would rather have stayed numb to it all.

"Limos, are you awake?" His voice…I hated it. It was a scratchy, craws-down-your-spine voice. It made me sick to my stomach and my teeth clenched.

He chuckled, seeming to sense my rebellion. "Don't be like that love." His sweet spoken words were punctuated by him grabbing a handful of my hair and jerking me towards him. I refused to make any noise.

His face was….handsome, but in the worst way. Darkness rolled of him in waves. My inner Shinigami screamed in outrage at his crimes. They were written on his soul, a film reel playing for all to see. He was repulsive, a traitor to his own kind, a reaper who choose the path of darkness and murdered his own kind for power. He was a disgrace to everything a grim reaper was and stood for.

'Must…give…judgment…'

I blocked out the voice of my Shinigami half. The natural reaper instinct was to punish all who sinned for their crimes, reap them and send them skywards for god's final judgment. That was the dark side of a Shinigami. If that half of me had her way, everyone in the world would be dead.

"Fuck you, Brax." I said simply, turning my face away.

He slapped me hard. Ouch. That one I really felt. Brax smiled coldly, "Don't worry. You will very soon."

'Punish. PUNISH.'

I know I KNOW! I yelled at my shinigami half, Shut the hell up! There's not much I can do in thus situation!

Brax grinned at me, and it reminded me strangely of a cat who cornered a mouse, "Ready to come to the dark side yet?"

I snorted at his little Star Wars pun, "You wish, tiny tot."

He threw back his head and laughed, "Tiny tot. Cute." His smile became dark and cold, as cold as the walls around me, "I've given you chance after chance. If you joined us, this torment would end, you would be free. And yet you refuse every time."

I glared at him icily, wishing I was strong enough to move, wishing I was strong enough to summon my Scythe, "And I keep telling you that I would rather shove something up my ass then join you."

He grinned again, "Kinky."

I spit in his face. He reeled back, and then backhanded me again. Stupid dickmunch.

He tossed me to the floor, kicking me hard, again and again. I shut my eyes tightly, praying for death. Or at least relief to the pain.

He grabbed my hair again and threw me against the wall. My head hit the concrete with a loud echo, and I found myself sliding to the ground. I was losing control of my sight and my thoughts were slipping from me. I could barely see the man in front of me walk over to me. I felt something grab my arm painfully and pulled me to a standing position. Brax pinned my hands pinned above my head as he stared at me with hatred filled eyes. I struggled to pull my hands free, doing everything I could think of through the headache that had formed.

We stood like for a while, neck-and-neck in an arm wrestle. I struggled against his hold, while he didn't seem to be having any trouble keeping me there. I knew he was holding back on me and that, if he wanted to, he could hurt me at any time. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my chin as he pushed my head to look up at him. Before I could react, my lips were covered by his. I felt him squeeze my wrists and I let out of gasp at the pain, giving him an opening to come into me.

I fought with his tongue for a while, before having finally had enough and biting down as hard as I could. I heard a small yell as Brax threw me to the ground. I hiss in pain as my elbow came in contact with the cold concrete. I became frantic as my right arm grew limp and unable to support itself. I looked up to see Brax holding his hand over his mouth where I saw a small amount of blood dripping down the corner. He turned his dark eyes toward me and I tried to crawl away from him, but he was too quick. He grabbed my leg and dragged me back to him.

"S–Stop it…!" I screamed frantically as Brax climbed on top of me, forcing my legs apart with his knee. He used the hand that had been keeping the blood from dripping from his mouth to pin my arms above my head again. I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the cami I was wearing get torn away, leaving me bare to his eyes, for probably the fiftieth time. This made him smile in triumph; he was having much better progress compared to last time. I was just so tired, so weak. Though, I wasn't going to let him get a great deal farther. I started to become more restless, thrashing with all the strength I had left in me.

"Calm down," He whispered in an attempt to silence her. "I thought you would be used to my hands by now?" Tears began to well in my eyes as I listened to his voice. My body became nothing more than a trembling mess as my small body wracked beneath him with sobs flowing from my lips like an endless chain. Brax frowned, grabbing my face roughly with his free hand. "Suck it up."

I whimpered at the sudden change in his voice. He was rougher then he was last time, which scared me a little. I knew he could hurt me, hell he could probably kill me if he wanted but I knew he wouldn't, only because if he did, his fun would be over.

He leaned over me and placed his lips on mine again, carefully, not to let his tongue too far into my mouth for fear that I might bite it again. I could feel the iron taste of his blood flow against my tongue as I fought to keep his from invading my mouth.

I felt something playing with the fabric on the end on my short shorts and I knew his hand was down there. I moved my foot so that I could get away from him, but his knee pushed further up my thigh, keeping me from closing my legs. As he hand began to seep up my shorts, I could feel his erection throb against my thigh; it disgusted me. Brax then, from the inside, pulled down both my shorts and my underwear, leaving me exposed to him. I then heard the faint sound of a zippier, and I could feel Brax adjusting himself. Before I knew it, he shifted his body closer to me, his cock rubbing up against my center in quick motions. He grinded into my pelvis again, and I bit my lip to fight the screams as I tried to get away from him. He lowered his head and stared at my profile, enjoying what he was seeing.

Brax then pushed up against me once again before moving his cock to my entrance. I bit back tears as I felt him thrusting into me. Something touched my exposed neck and I glanced to see him kissing my neck, almost as if trying to soothe my pain. Yet his evil smile never left his face. The bastard. He knew what this did to me. He was enjoying this.

I squeeze my eyes close as I felt him start to reach his climax. My body moving up and down with his movement, casing the bruises and cuts from before to send pain all over my body. Salty tears fell from my eyes as I held back the scream that was in my throat. Once he reached his climax, he bit my neck, leaving a mark there. I grunted at the additional pain, but he didn't seem to hear it. After thrusting a few more times to ride out his orgasm, he looked down at me. He watched as I stared at the blank wall, tears falling from my eyes to the ground beneath me.

"Heh… serves you right." He said before he pulled himself out of me roughly. I closed my eyes and curled into a ball, pulling my legs to my chest. I listened as he cleaned himself up and little and quickly readjusted his appearance before turning to leave my cell. As the door opened and closed, and his footsteps faded, I spread out again.

I was back to my original position, my face against the floor, my body hurt and violated. Tears fell from my eyes and dripped down my face. My family had caused this. My FAMILY had caused me to be here. My FAMILY was the cause of all this pain. My family betrayed me. I bit my lip until it bled. The Shinigami half was screaming in my head, banging against my resolve, fighting for freedom. She wanted not just to kill everyone, but to slaughter them in the worst ways. My mind tried to block out the grotesque images and find the numbness I had before. Why wouldn't god kill me yet?

My Shinigami was screaming, over and over again, 'I WILL PUNISH YOU!' making me cringe again and again. Why couldn't she just shut up? Fighting was useless now. I was finished.

"You poor little child…"

My eyes flew open at the unfamiliar voice, and I tried to lift my head to find the body it belonged to, but…there was no one in the cell with me.

"Who…" My throat barely managed to make any words, coming out hoarse and strained, "Who is there?"

The air started to become warmer, and the hair on my arms stood up as a huge presence of power filled the room. My reaper half instantly went quiet, calmed somehow.

An eerie laugh echoed in the air around me, "You have no need to fear anymore….little one..." I blinked as the form of a woman showed slightly in front of me.

"Who are you?" I whispered.

"Your salvation…if that is what you wish." The voice replied, and the figure bent over and smoothed a hand over my hair, light as a feather but filled with warmth. It had been so long that I felt such tenderness that my eyes filled with tears.

"I…I…I don't understand."

The woman, whoever she was, rested her hand on my cheek, "I can send you away from this place. To a place where these people will never reach you." Her voice gentled, "A place where you will be loved and kept safe."

I said instantly, "Where?"

"Another dimension…In a world where the demons of your kind have found a way to invade and cause trouble for those who already have enough demons to deal with." The woman's tone was grave, "They are fighting a war, a war between good and evil, and they will need your reaper powers to fight not only your enemies, the Mori, but their enemies, the Akuma."

Leaving one fight…to join another? I was skeptical. But….I wanted freedom. I needed to see the sun, to eat food, to have friends again. I said warily, "Name your price."

The woman laughed, "There is no price. You must only…" She pulled something out of a little black bag on her side, and it filled the room with a greenish light as it glowed, "You must accept this into your body before I send you there."

I blinked at it, afraid all over again, "I don't…I can't… What is that?"

The woman shook her head, "I am not the one who can explain it to you. All will be revealed in time." She gently set it in my palm, and it caused a pleasant tingling in my skin, "All I can tell you is that it will not harm you, it will in fact make you stronger."

I stared down at the strange, glowing….mystery in my hand. Strength. I needed strength. But…

"What will you choose, Reaper?" The woman asked softly.

I clasped my hand around the strange object and sighed. I didn't have much to lose now did I?

I looked up and said, "I choose salvation."

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