Interview With An Angel

Chapter 37: Angel's Death

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"M-MASTER SA-SATOSHI!"

My scream echoes through the living room of Master Satoshi's small apartment. I am crumpled on the floor, chains biting deep into my arms, legs, every inch of skin they are touching. My once fine robes are torn and tattered, merely a series of rags hanging from my body.

My breath is coming in ragged gasps as Master Satoshi coldy applies the 'Angel's Death' to my form.

"Ple-please. . .

"No. You never let up when I asked, cried, begged, screamed. Why should I?" He is standing over me, colbalt eyes harsh and cold.

He has a point there, but still. .. the pain. ..

My mind skitters over thoughts, struggling to figure out why he would do this.

Oh right. Because of what I did to Dark.

His torture has been going on for hours now. . .I have lost count of how long. . . All I know is pain, all I remember is the red of pain slashing through my vision. He tricked me. . . tricked me into coming out, then bound me in the 'Angel's Death,' keeping me there. . .here. .. . wherever the hell I am. . . I cannot tell. I am on the ground, screaming, twisting, wishing I could die, knowing I cannot, knowing that because of my being in an astral form, Master Satoshi can hold me in this pain for as long as he wishes.

"Mas-Master Satoshi. . . I-I am sorry. . ." I manage to choke out through the screams.

Master Satoshi takes a step backwards, his eyes widening slightly. He frowns, turning, walking into his room, releasing the spell on me. I may only be in my astral form right now, but it still hurts as badly as if I were in his head. I stumble forward, returning to his head, or at least trying to. However, every time I try, I am blocked. "Wh-what?"

"I don't want you in my head right now." Master Satoshi's voice, colder than ice, comes through his bedroom door. "I found an artwork that will keep you out."

I crumple to the ground, going down in a swirl of white and gold. I can barely hold myself up right now, I am so drained from Master Satoshi's torture.

As the hours pass, I grow weaker, shivering from loss of strength. While I am out like this, I cannot pass into unconsciousness. I do not understand why, but I cannot.

I call out with all the strength I can muster, my voice coming out cracked and weak, little more than a whisper, but it still echoes in the empty apartment. "Ma-Mast-Master Satoshi. . . pl-please let me bac-back in your. . .mi-mind."

He appears at the door to his room, looking exhausted. His shoulder are slumped and his cobalt eyes are dark with emotion. He frowns, then pulls the artwork out of his pocket, waving a hand over it, releasing the spell. I attempt to return to Master Satoshi's mind and am able to. I crumple into the corner of his mind that is mine, staring at the blue-white expanse before me, curled in a small ball, feeling worse than I have for years.

I have always been the one to give the torture, but I have also always gotten it back, but never this bad. . . never. . . well. . .not for decades. . .

A shudder wracks my form, transferring to Master Satoshi. I feel guilt wash over me for a moment, quickly hidden, along with the rest of his emotions, turning him into the icy young man I am used to. I am fine with this and proceed to shut myself off from him as well, descending into a much welcomed darkness of unconsciousness.

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A/N: . . . . . . . .

Welll... That was interesting.

Anyway.

Krad: I'm not happy.

DHS: Shush you. It's time for thank yous.

Krad: But-

DHS: Shut up and read this. *hands paper*

Krad: *sigh* DHS would like to thank the following people: Stabbythings, Ayla505x, Fireflower19, Sapphiet, Dawns Eternal Twilight, IntelligenceisStupid.

DHS: I LOVE YOU ALL!