A/N: Born from watching my friend playing a hidden objects game. I get inspiration from the weirdest places. This is a stand alone story, having no association with any of my other stories. I hope you enjoy it.
Rated M for mature subject matter, violence and scenes of torture. Reader discretion is advised.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, only Dmitry, Lorrainia, Launa and Renzoo.
Clawed footsteps echoed down the corridor. Emergency lights flashed and alarms screamed. However, despite the panic that should have been commencing, other than the wailing sirens, Deepground was eerily quiet. Rosso sauntered down the hallway, her long hair flowing behind her like a cape. Her prey was up ahead; she could tell by the stacks of motionless bodies littering the floor. Soldiers, scientists, even a couple of Tsviets. Rosso stopped in the doorway leading to the Mako reactors. She narrowed her eyes. Why would he come here?
Then, she heard it. The alarms almost masked the sound of someone sobbing. Now, she understood. He was after his little play thing. Rosso entered the room, unsheathing her weapon. Before her lay the motionless body of the child of Darkness; Deepground's most dangerous weapon. However, he didn't look so dangerous in his comatose state; curled up in a ball with his arms held tightly in his straight jacket. Rosso scoffed. What Deepground saw in the boy she didn't know. Movement brought her attention upward.
Leathery demon wings stretched up from a tall, strong body. Clawed fingers dug into the metal of the Mako reactor. Long, dark purple hair fell down around a pale face. Eyes the same dark purple glared out from behind the bangs. Horns twisted back against the creature's head, wrapping around his ears. Rosso stood her ground, despite the creeping fear that was beginning to snake its way into her very being.
The creature tilted his head slightly to one side, studying the Tsviet. "Rosso the Crimson," he said in a soft, hiss like voice. "Have you come to play?"
"Dmitry the Terror Born. Having fun?" Rosso asked.
The creature grinned darkly, snaking further down the reactor. "All hail Deepground," he hissed sarcastically. "If you haven't come to play, puppet of the Restrictor, then why are you here?"
"I have come to calm your..."
"My what? Reign of terror?" Dmitry taunted. "You?" He barked a laugh. "Sweet puppet of the Restrictor. How can you stop me...when you'll be facing your own night terrors?"
Dark purple mist floated out from Dmitry's body. However, Rosso knew that it wasn't ordinary mist. It was actually sand; dream sand. If it touched her, she would be a useless, soulless shell. Rosso spun her weapon, creating a whirlwind and blowing the sand away from her. She jumped back and slipped into a defensive position. Dmitry laughed.
"What a clever little puppet, you are," he said. "However, that will not save you. Nor will it save him. He is mine to do with as I will."
Rosso scoffed. "After all these years, you don't know me at all," she said. "I couldn't care less what happens to the runt. You can kill him for all I care. I am following orders to detain you, that is all."
Dmitry grinned darkly. "How nice of you to give me reign over the boy. His nightmares are...most delicious." He slithered further down the reactor, making Rosso take a few steps backward. "I have seen your dreams, Rosso the Crimson. So much blood. So much death. And so much...hunger."
"I will advise you only once to cease your words before I make you," Rosso growled.
The creature chuckled, licking his lips hungrily. "I would like to see you try," he said.
With that, he launched himself off the reactor. Rosso danced to the side as he came flying at her. His claws slammed into the place where she had been standing moments before. He intentionally scraped his claws across the metal floor, making Rosso cringe. Dmitry slowly turned to face her; a dark hunger burning in his purple eyes. Rosso had to wonder what was happening in the child's dreams. Dmitry crawled on all fours towards her and she started to back away; weapon held out in front of her.
"He will feed me for eternity. With each nightmare I grow stronger. The deeper he falls the more powerful I become," the creature said. "You can't defeat me, puppet of the Restrictor. In dreams, I am invincible."
"This is not the dream world, demon," Rosso sneered. "This is reality."
Dmitry laughed. "Reality is wrong. Dreams are real," he stated.
"Well, your dreams are about to come to an end," Rosso told him.
Dmitry frowned and turned around. Azul stood behind him. A dangerous look shone in his eyes. Before Dmitry could react, Azul landed a powerful punch to the demon's jaw; knocking him out in one blow. The mist disappeared, yet Nero remained motionless. Rosso went over and grabbed the back of Dmitry's shirt while Azul went over and picked Nero up. They immediately headed for the medical labs. Along the way, they saw those who had fallen under the dream mist's lure beginning to wake up.
Azul ran into the medical lab. Scientists and the Restrictor were present. The look in their eyes asked what was happening. Azul placed the motionless Nero on a table and the scientists got to work. They released the straight jacket and removed his uniform. Horror gripped everyone present when they saw the blood seeping around Nero's lower regions.
"What the hell?" one of the scientists breathed.
Suddenly, Nero's eyes shot open and he began to scream. Darkness burst from his body. While most of the people present were able to avoid getting hit, there were a couple of unfortunate souls who were pulled into the swirling abyss.
"Bind him!" the Restrictor commanded.
The scientists were able to get close enough to replace the uniform and bound the child back up in the straight jacket. The Darkness faded, but Nero continued screaming and thrashing on the table. One of the men grabbed a sedative and quickly injected Nero with it. The child almost immediately began to settle down.
"Lock him up," the Restrictor ordered, pointing at Dmitry. "Harming Nero will only make Weiss more troublesome." He looked down at Nero. "And as for him. Contain him to the Mako reactor. Let us never speak of what has happened here. As far as the others are concerned, nothing happened."
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