This wasn't part of the contract.
A boy, with messy blonde hair and dirty blue eyes; that boy swings his arm around, looking for something to hit. He's dead, isn't he? He knows it, too.
He feels hurt, almost, but refuses to admit it. He should have known this would happen. Isn't this what happens when you trust a demon?
It hurts. It hurts. Clau- ... it hurts.
Alois wraps his arms around himself. Who does he have left to trust, but himself? Who does he have left to comfort him, to tell him it's alright?
Perhaps it's a sign, he thinks. It's not alright, anymore. He's alone, floating in some dark abyss. Alone.
He curls his legs up, one slowly after the other.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
He knew he wouldn't meet with Luca again. Someone had told him that was part of the contract. He had expected to be sent to the deepest parts of hell, where the sinners and the little shits like him go.
He was disgusting, wasn't he? Alois ruffles his hair. Angrily.
Trusting a demon only made him more disgusting. They are all the same! One took Luca, and the other now took him!
And even worse, he let it happen! He practically wagged his ass at the demon and taunted him. No..
No. He did worse than that. He told that stupid demon things he shouldn't have. He knew he shouldn't have, too. He knew his feelings muddled up his soul, like a badly done sauce ruining an otherwise beautiful dish.
But he said them anyway, didn't he? What a disgusting shit he was, he thinks.
This wasn't part of the contract.
His little confession wasn't part of the contract, either, though. Did he do something wrong?
Did he give up his chance to revenge Luca with something so.. insignificant?
He speaks. Whispers, rather, barely letting the words 'I'm sorry' escape from his lips. He repeats this, again and again, eventually gaining volume and even confidence.
Alois doesn't know who he's speaking to- who he's apologizing to.
Maybe it's to Luca, who he can no longer revenge. Or maybe it's to himself, who screwed up his one chance?
Or maybe, just maybe, he's sinking down to such a level that he's begging forgiveness from that demon.
The words stop in his throat as he wonders if, maybe, they are to the demon.
But
there is no light.
Darkness.
It is all darkness.
And the only one who has died is him. All of those people he cursed, all of those people he said should just die, and he is the one who has died.
It's not right.
It wasn't part of the contract, and it certainly wasn't how things were supposed to go.
So he apologizes, once more, in the dark.
Maybe for himself,
maybe for Luca,
and maybe, just maybe,
a little for that demon.