For starters, I'd like to apologize for lagging when it comes to updates. I've had writer's block recently and an imbalance of certain things which I've had to juggle in my life. I do, however, very much appreciate the eager readers who've been waiting.
Also, I'd like to point out that every chapter is named after a demon. Each demon relates to Blaine's inner demons and the situation within the chapter. I will start to put the meaning behind the name at the beginning of the chapters from now on but for now, I will catch you up on the last three chapters.
Jezebeth: Demon of falsehood and lies-Reflecting on Blaine's false mask Blaine had put on.
Asmodeus: Demon of lust-Reflecting on Blaine's urges of wanting Kurt.
Vetis: Demon of corruption-Corrupting Kurt through age and action.
This chapter:
Phobos and Deimos: Demon brothers of fear-Reflecting of the fear that Kurt had gained towards Blaine.
"Kurt, what's wrong, sweetie?" A soft concerned voice questioned.
"Mum, I'm all wrong!" little Kurt sobbed.
"What do you mean?"
"What does it mean when you like boys?" Kurt mumbled as he sniffled. Her eyes widened.
"Oh, sweetie," His mother said, reaching for a tissue and wiping the snot that had dribbled down with Kurt's tears. She wasn't going to lie, it was shock-but she had expected this to happen. She was surprised it hit him at such a young age but also impressed. She didn't let her state of shock to absorb the heat of the moment, putting that aside, making her role of mother come first. She picked up little Kurt in her arms, and held him tight as she sat on the bed. "It just means that's what you like." She said, a little uncomfortable as she was not adjusted to this situation but accepting it.
"Do people not like it?" Little Kurt asked.
"What makes you say that?" She questioned. She was not going to tell her five year old son all that was wrong with the world and their ignorant ways-and there were a lot. She was not going to traumatize such an innocent mind with the ugliness which is known as the truth and the way of the world.
"I told a boy I think he's cute and...he said 'ew' and pushed me."
"Oh, God, Kurt," She said, a little too loudly, as she tightened him. In all honesty, she was more worried that her son was physically pushed than heartbroken. "Well, I certainly like it and so do many other people. Of course some people will think it's 'ew' but that's how they are." She explained.
"Why?" Little Kurt asked, rubbing his eyes and clutching onto his mother's neck as she rubbed his back lightly.
"Well..." She trailed off, trying to think of how to put it. "That Isabella down the road is such a beautiful girl. Maybe one day you two can get married and kiss and hold hands-"
"Ew-oh" Kurt said, making his mother smile-with slight smugness of being proud of her example.
It was a few moments of silence of Kurt's mother just holding him as he got slightly tired and continued to sniffle till she broke the silence. "You know, Kurt. Flaws are the best part of you. If you think this is a flaw, just remember that." She said.
"What are floors?" Little Kurt questioned sleepily. His mother couldn't help but giggle at the simple mistake of Kurt's pronunciation
"Flaws," She corrected, " are those things you think are wrong with you. It also means a short storm. If you think there's something wrong with you , think of it as a storm: It's scary at first but then it's over. You might hate things about yourself but in the end, you'll realize they're there for a reason." She said.
"Why are they there if they make us hate it?" Little Kurt questioned further.
"I could never answer that properly but I believe there's a reason. I've always thought that your flaws were made to match what your soul mate desires."
"What are soul fates?" Little Kurt asked in a yawn, once again making an innocent mistake in pronunciation.
She smiled widely before saying, "Like me and your father. Two people who were meant to be."
"Love." Kurt mumbled under his breath
"Yes. Love. A very deep love," She said. "Remember when I told you the story how mummy stopped eating because I didn't like how I looked and wanted to impress a boy?" Little Kurt nodded. "It's like that. I didn't like who I was but then I met your father. He loves everything about me as much as I love everything about him-except for how dirty he gets his clothes which is a pain to wash out," They both chucked. "Do you understand what I'm trying to say, Kurt?" Little Kurt nodded once again with a yawn. "Good," She said.
"One more thing." Little Kurt introduced.
"And what's that?" She questioned.
"Please don't tell dad?" Little Kurt pleaded.
"Okay, I promise." She said. Little Kurt felt at ease as he knew his mother never broke promises. She kissed his forehead before laying him down on his bed and bringing a blanket up to the bottom of his chin. "I'll let you sleep now."
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"Kurt, we need to talk." Adam said as he entered Kurt's allocated bedroom. Kurt stiffened. He knew this couldn't be good.
"What about? There's nothing to talk about." Kurt said, feeling quite awkward.
"Yes, there is. For starters," Adam said, tugging the thin scarf off from around Kurt's neck. "Thin scarves are terrible for hiding hickeys," Kurt instantly went to cover his hickey. "It's too late, Kurt. I don't like this Blaine guy."
"First of all, you're just jealous." Adam let out a chuckle at that. Adam had made it very clear to Kurt that he had feelings for him. Kurt had kindly rejected him many times. When Kurt first moved in, Adam did not keep his eyes off him and spent a little too much time around Kurt. Kurt had never met another out gay man at his home in Lima, Ohio, and did feel a slight attraction to Adam at first. He'd even let Adam hold his hand a few times out of Adam's very many attempts but pulled back seconds later because he just did not feel anything. He'd made it clear to Adam he wasn't into him and used the excuse, "You're Lindsy's older brother, I can't do that to her".
"Second, You don't have to like him. I wasn't looking for your approval." Kurt bit back.
"Just how old is the guy?" Adam said, stepping a little too close for Kurt's liking, making him step back. Kurt didn't answer-not because he didn't want to but because he didn't know.
"That's none of your business. I'm going." Kurt said, pushing past him.
"I don't trust him, Kurt. I'm only looking out for you." Adam said.
"I can look out for myself." Kurt replied stubbornly.
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Prostitutes were Blaine's most popular choice when it came to hunting. They were the most vulnerable and easiest. If anyone heard them scream, they'd think nothing of it as they're used to the screams of pleasure from the girls-except this was no scream for pleasure.
Blaine would sniff for the most cleanest one with no diseases-not that it'd effect Blaine, anyways.
He'd use the flash of hundreds of dollars bill to dangle before them, alluring them in an instant and allowing them to welcome Blaine. They weren't only welcoming Blaine, they were welcoming death.
His pupils grow into a vicious black as he continuously licks his devilish lips which linger the taste of death rather than tenderness.
The best part of alluring his victims in with money is that he gets to do something he's been so used to doing: breaking his promise. He'd promise, kill, and take back all he gave as well as more.
No traces had ever been found because he has not been registered since the late fifteenth hundreds.
He made his daily hunt short and less brutal, keeping a promise to the only person he has been willing to try for in a very long time: Kurt. He'd promised to meet up with him and he'll oblige
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They laid on the grass of a park walking distance from Blaine's apartment-Kurt on Blaine's chest-as they looked up at the stars. Kurt couldn't help but keep a smile on his face at how cute and cheesy it was-even though it wasn't in any way of Blaine's intentions for it to be a romantic evening.
"...and then he said, 'I don't trust him, Kurt. I'm only looking out for you.'" Kurt said, telling the tale of Adam's attempt to keep Kurt away from Blaine.
"Sounds like a douche. " Blaine said.
"He's not that bad..." Kurt said.
"I don't know, there's something...off about him." Blaine said as he scrunched his nose.
"I guess we all have our flaws." Kurt said.
"Except for you it seems." Blaine chuckled.
"Oh, please," Kurt said in denial, "You might want to say that to the bullies back in America." Kurt chuckled.
Blaine's eyes widened in concern. "Do you still get bullied here?"
"Oh, no. All the girls practically think I'm a fashion God sent directly to them. I can understand why they think that, though." Kurt said, Blaine laughed.
"What about the boys?" Blaine asked.
"I'm friends with all their girlfriends. Connections, I guess..."
"Hmmm," Blaine hummed, getting Kurt's attention. "You know, flaws also mean short storms."
"My mother once told me that..." Kurt whispered.
"Well, I once heard this quote: "Storms make trees take deeper roots." Blaine said. "I may be wrong, but in my perspective I see it as a stronger future for you. The more roots a tree has, the larger and stronger it gets. You've been struck by negativity for your flaws-which I honestly don't see-and that only makes you stronger. You've gone through something that not many people understand. You may be caught up in the fog of self-pity and questioning 'why me' for the mean time, but it's make you one day, trust me." Kurt was lost of words.
"The stars are beautiful tonight." Kurt said.
"most of the stars are dead." Blaine said.
"What? What do you mean?"
"Most of them already burned out." Blaine pointed out.
"But I can see them." Kurt said, defensively.
"It's always hard to explain this-alright, here we go." Blaine started off. "Since we were talking about storms, we'll use that as an example. Thunder: You see it first then hear it later due to distance. It all comes down to the light years."
"So what we see now is the sight of the storm, but later on when it's not there anymore...that's the sound?" Kurt questioned, unsure of his wording. Blaine nodded. "Anymore facts you'd like to tell me?" Kurt teased.
"Just one." Blaine said.
"And what's that?"
"You're beautiful." Blaine said, instantly scrunching his nose because that is the most romantic thing he has said in a long time.
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"Oh my, God-Blaine..." Kurt panted between Kurt and Blaine's intense kisses. Blaine tugged on the front of Kurt's dress shirt, turning it into twist, making Kurt's stomach physically tighten as the shirt closed in on the skin. Blaine slowly slid down to Kurt's neck, stopping for a split moment as he breaks through his dark intentions, digging into Kurt's skin to create a hickey instead.
They had managed to make it to Blaine's apartment from the park after a few kisses and light rutting from Kurt on Blaine's thigh.
"That's a nice portrait." Kurt said, breath hitching as Blaine sucked harder onto Kurt's neck, making the patch of skin a bright red.
"Mhm," Blaine hummed in response. "The one behind me?" Blaine mumbled before digging into Kurt's neck again.
"Ye-yeah!" Kurt replied, shouting as a spark of painful pleasure shimmied down his spine as Blaine bit, but not pierced, down into Kurt's neck-He really knew how to work on necks.
"Yes, she's very beautiful." Blaine mumbled once again.
"Do you...Do you mind if we take it down?" Kurt asked. Blaine stilled all movements above Kurt. His breath hovering over Kurt's freshly bruised skin and making Kurt's skin tingle.
"Why would you ever want to do that?" Blaine asked, voice firm and sharp as he looked at Kurt dead in the eyes. Kurt could feel himself sink into Blaine's gaze-eyes that screamed danger and anger.
"Well...uh-"
"Tell me Kurt." Blaine demanded in a harsh tone, startling Kurt.
"It's kind of just ruining the moment. I'm getting lost in the moment and then looking up to see another pair of eyes watching me...It's just creepy." Like that, Blaine removed himself entirely from Kurt. The feeling of nothing after Blaine's entire weight had been pressed against him was still being adjusted.
"I take it that you're not much of an exhibitionist," Blaine mumbled. "We can move this to the bedroom but I'll never take that portrait down," A beat then, "Don't worry, it will be no different to what were just doing now." Blaine pointed out as he could see the hesitation in Kurt's facial expression when he mentioned 'bedroom'. Blaine turned and disappeared into the bathroom doorway-which he tends to do a lot when he gets angry.
They hadn't gone further than a heated make-out session with some heavy touch here and there, but that was all till Blaine pulled back once again and offered to cook Kurt dinner.
"Blaine, why are you so protective of that painting?" Kurt asked as he observed the detail from his seat at the dinning table. It was a large portrait of a female with such detail. The paint in the corner had seemed to be dusty and a burnt patch in the far right. The painting had seemed to be kept in such perfect condition.
"It's priceless, Kurt." Blaine said.
"Yes, but you went a little...cold at the suggestion earlier." Kurt pointed out.
"They say that someone who's cold-hearted once loved too much." Blaine said as he continued he's cooking over the stove, humming softly to the tune that was currently playing on the radio.
Kurt was puzzled. He had no idea where that came from. "I...never said cold-hearted." Kurt asked.
"Kurt, I'm a puzzled yet to be completed. It'll all come together in the end." Blaine responded. Kurt went to go respond till he lost focus and paid attention to the radio which was now presenting local news.
"...found dead at the scene at Himmel Highway which appeared to be a brutal scenery. Forensic say no traces were found but are still yet to-"
"Why did you turn that off? I was listening to that." Kurt said with annoyance.
"I don't want you to be disturbed."
"How can I not already be? It's only three blocks away from here, Blaine." Kurt pointed out, such concern and sincere in his face that Blaine couldn't help but chuckle darkly under his breath in instinct.
"It happens all the time." Blaine shrugged.
"How can you live here knowing that you could be next?" Kurt said, standing from his sit and moving towards Blaine, clutching onto his bicep lightly.
"Because I know I won't be next."
"What makes you say that? You never know-"
"Because I only attack women," Blaine blurted out, instantly stopping all movements and sealing his lips in a thin line and turning to Kurt. Kurt's eyes widened and he stiffened in his spot. "Kurt-"
"Don't." Kurt simply said, stepping back.
"Kurt, no. Don't be afraid," Blaine said, stepping closer and trying to grab onto Kurt's waist. Kurt moved out of reaching distance, shaking his head and heading straight for the door. "Kurt, no, don't!"
Blaine was silenced by the of the door being slammed. Blaine instantly reached for the nearest object-which was a lamp on a side table-rippeing it out of the socket, throwing it across the room and shattering it.
Blaine sunk into the seat behind him and ran his fingers through his hair, tightening his grip painfully but he felt he deserved it. He knew that tonight was going to be a long night.
It's been a while since his last heartbreak.