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I promise there will be Belldom soon; it's not easy to go from demonic possession right into slash.
It's dark. Can't feel anything.
Silence.
Groggy thoughts seeping in like molasses.
Am I blind?
"Hello, Matthew."
Fuck, holy fuck. Fucking hell.
The horribly inhuman voice from earlier. Matt tried to recoil from it, needed to escape somehow before it got him. He couldn't feel anything. Just floating in blackness with that horrible...Thing...somewhere nearby.
He would've let out a panicked whine, but he wasn't sure that he had a mouth anymore.
"It's okay, Matthew. I just want to talk. I'm sure you have questions."
Talking. Questions. Okay.
...but I don't have a mouth.
"You don't need a mouth. I can hear you."
Oh.
Okay, yeah. What- who the hell are you?
"You already know. I filled you in."
No, I don't know, 'cos my brain is telling me you're a fucking demon, and that's ridiculous. Who are you and how did you get in my head?
"Ridiculous? I don't think so."
So you're a demon.
An unearthly chuckle.
Matt's thoughts were momentarily paralyzed.
No, it's not a demon. That's absurd.
"Next question, please."
Why are you here?
Silence.
What are you going to do?
No response.
Er, okay. What are you called?
"I don't care what you call me."
Lucifer?
He meant it as a joke, but the thought suddenly scared him and he froze in anticipation of the response.
"You don't believe in Lucifer."
No, 'cos it's ridiculous. You just strike me as a Lucifer.
The Thing laughed again, though this time it sounded genuinely amused.
"I like you, Matthew."
Well, that's good. I'm glad to hear it, 'cos you know, I was worried that you were going to drag me to hell or something.
Another amused laugh.
"You don't believe in Hell, Matthew."
I dunno. I mean, I'm in some dark pit with a demon inside my brain. I might have to reevaluate my beliefs in light of new evidence.
A short pause.
"Matthew, I can read your thoughts. You suspect this is a government conspiracy. You really are paranoid."
Maybe I'm a paranoid schizophrenic. You would tell me if you were a hallucination, wouldn't you?
An annoyed grunt.
Woops.
"You try to quell your fear with humor, but I can feel it failing. It should be. Your position is not one to laugh about."
Electricity coursed through Matt's suddenly existent body, the sensation quickly turning into excruciating pain. He tried to scream, but no sound came out.
Agony, darkness and silence were Matt's entire existence for what felt like an eternity. Coherent thought was impossible, though he mentally begged the Thing to make it stop.
Please.
Please.
I'm sorry, PLEASE.
PLEASE, IT'S TOO MUCH, PLEASE
HURTS
AT LEAST LET ME DIE
"Shut up, Matthew."