[I do not own Teen Titans or any characters mentioned in this story. tHIS CHAPTER ITS A LONG ONE TOO OOPs. It's mainly SeeKyd, trigger warning for SeeMore starving himself. Also, this chapter takes place in a cathedral, so don't get offended when I use the word "God" a lot. To the StarX request anon: I'm sorry but I don't think I'll be doing that. I will be including Starfire, but I just can't see her and Red-X together, sorry. I've already got a plot point involving her with someone else anyway. I'm so sorry I can't include that, I hope it doesn't ruin the story for you in anyway.]

The streets weren't the safest place for a flapper to roam at night, but like hell was that going to stop SeeMore. He dragged his two feet like lead as he attempted to swallow the cotton ball he felt like he had in his mouth. His heart was heavy, along with the bags under his eyes and the guilt he felt he had to cope with. He felt his heart buzz along with the city as he walked lonesome down the long boardwalk and toward a place very familiar to him. The ocean swayed and seemed to buzz along with SeeMore and the city, ebbing, flowing, crashing, bashing, all at the same time.

SeeMore's thoughts were interrupted by a growl to his stomach.

He ignored it.

It was the easiest thing to do anyway. To tell Jericho and the manager that he was going to bring his dinner to the pier and eat alone, only to throw it all out into the ocean and think long and hard about what he was doing, where he really belonged, why he was where he was in life. It never led anywhere of course, just to the same revelation over and over and over again. That there was something wrong with him.

SeeMore knew what he went through wasn't healthy, trying to hold onto to person after person despite knowing that they only saw him as a pass time. Hell, he didn't even like most of the people he "loved". It was just easier and it distracted him from the present sinking feeling in his stomach. His own father couldn't bring himself to love SeeMore, why think anyone else would?

To cope with his feelings, he starved himself. To cope with the starvation, he attempted to hold onto people, desperate for any kind of real affection, only to push people away and tell himself that he didn't deserve love. This resulted in more feelings. It was an endless cycle that tested just how low SeeMore could get before he offed himself.

SeeMore forced his thoughts out of his rumbling head as he looked up at the familiar, ancient building in front of him and smiled, already hopping over the fence and making his way through the window.

The large cathedral was welcoming and damning at the same time. The roof seemed to fall out into an endless black void from the thick darkness that engulfed the halls, the only light being the faint glow cast by the full moon outside. The pale glow of the moon was made distorted and webbed by the stained glass windows, casting beautifully intricate patterns onto the pews and altar. SeeMore was sure that there were paintings of some kind lining the white walls, but it was much too dark to make them out with his already terrible vision.

After all that he'd been through, despite the sins he committed every day, SeeMore was still a preacher's son at heart. At least once a week, usually in the middle and in the dark of night, SeeMore would sneak away from Benny's to come to the little white church on the side of the peer and he'd pray on his knees for forgiveness for hours at a time. Jericho thought he was completely insane, and maybe he was right. There were multiple ways to say that God had given up on SeeMore, but it was all SeeMore had left of his family or his past, he couldn't let go just yet. When he didn't pray, he toiled over the holy bible night after night, studying and memorizing scripture that he didn't always understand to its full extent.

But tonight was different.

As SeeMore approached the altar where he normally bowed his head, a different shape came into view and beat him to his favorite spot in the church.

It was a creature not all that much older than him. It had inky black hair that was matted in several places, it donned a suit that had black and barely visible gray lines vertically on it, it had a classic black fedora, and it had a very impending gun slung to its side.

SeeMore wouldn't dare refer to it as a human, a boy. SeeMore saw it's monstrous face when it passed him to get to the altar. Red, bloody, evil eyes like slits, pointed ears, skin as pale as a corpse.

A demon.

A mob boss, a killer, a demon, dared to enter the house of God without having the courtesy to light itself on fire first.

As SeeMore was debating whether to scream and run or stay and tell the horrible thing off for disrespecting such a holy place with its mere presence, the gangster fell to his knees on the floor in front of the altar.

SeeMore blinked once, twice, three times before finally letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding in surprise.

The gun slung over demon's shoulder was tossed to it's side as the creature ripped of its hat and held it to his chest in a motion of respect and mourning.

And then the creature started speaking.

It wasn't latin, it wasn't some ancient lost language and it wasn't speaking in tongues. It was reciting the same prayer SeeMore recited every single night he came here, down on its knees, looking like it wanted to die for the things it'd done just that day.

SeeMore slowly, ever so cautiously approached the wicked thing, pulling out a cross necklace from under his clothes and holding it out in front of him just in case the demon was purposely drawing him near.

The demon looked up at him with a start when he heard the footsteps, and SeeMore attempted to think of something to say, only for it to come out rude and snappy.

"What do you think you're doing here?"

The demon glared at him for a moment before sighing like it'd had this conversation thousands of times.

"I'm. Praying." He said stiffly as he closed his eyes again and knelt his head. SeeMore decided not to point out the obvious and possibly anger the demon by stating his inhumanity.

"You're a gangster."

"And you're a hooker." The demon snapped back. SeeMore's entire face went red with indignant anger.

"I am a flapper!" SeeMore corrected angrily, growing even redder in the face when the demon gave an uncaring and disbelieving scoff.

There was a moment of silence between the two, SeeMore calming himself down and the demon silently praying that the strange stripper he'd met would just leave already.

"...Why?" SeeMore said finally, not looking the demon in the face as it looked up at SeeMore as if seeing him for the first time.

"...What?" The gangster asked hoarsely.

"Why do you pray?"

There was yet another long, stretched out moment of silence as the questioned thought about the answer for a long while.

"...I'm not what I seem." The red eyed boy stated solemnly. This caused SeeMore to finally whip around at the demon and glare.

"I know you're not! You're a demon! You don't belong in a church, you belong in hell!"

"Oh of course, because God loves his children, even the ones that are willing to fuck whatever will pay!" The boy yelled.

SeeMore felt his heart stop.

"...Who...who...are you…?" SeeMore asked slightly appalled. He didn't know why he cared. To be quite honest he didn't, but he needed a distraction before he started crying.

"...Elliot…" The boy sighed, confused with his own words. It was a foolish move to tell a random stranger your real name when you're as wanted as Elliot. He usually went by Kyd Wykkyd.

"...And I'm not a demon. I'm just...different. I've been through shit, alright?" He finished sternly.

"...We all have, I suppose." SeeMore said in an almost friendly way, his heart still sinking.

"...Seymour." He commented, surprising Elliot with his openness.

"...So why do you pray?" Elliot asked finally, standing up and causing Seymour to back up just a tad bit from Elliot's intimidating height and stature compared to his own.

"...I don't have a choice but to do the things I do. If I did I definitely wouldn't be doing them...I'm broken, I think. There's something wrong with me, something missing. I think it's something important…" Seymour said, trailing off near the end. Elliot sighed before he smiled.

"I think we're in a similar situation. I was young and foolish when I started in a gang, but now I'm to top boss. If the cops find me, there's no second chance or forgiveness, they'll shoot me down where I stand. That or sentence me to death. And to be quite honest," Elliot explained, looking distant before he started glaring.

"I'd rather die by my own hand or God's. No man's gonna kill me, so why should I let a pig do the job?" He growled lowly.

Elliot turned and looked SeeMore in the eye, in a sad, frustrated, confused way all at once.

SeeMore was caught in that stare. His breath caught, his stomach didn't sink anymore, and his heart felt flatlined.

"...I think...maybe you don't need to find a new way to die. You just," SeeMore said, staring into the desperate vastness of red in Elliot's eyes, the boy hanging onto his every word, screaming out for an answer to his troubles.

"...You need someone better than you in your life. To keep you steady." SeeMore said finally, his heart racing for unknown reason, feeling something he hadn't felt in a very long time.

"Goodbye Elliot." SeeMore said quickly before he walked out of the chapel, leaving a confused and flustered Elliot behind him, staring helplessly at the flapper boy he didn't ask to walk into his life, but probably needed despite that.

Why did God condemn him to this feeling, and for a sassy, silver donned hooker no less?

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