Kitty didn't remember it at first. The shock must have confused him.
The sound of Damien crying and pleading with him to wake up roused him. He felt dizzy and sick. His body felt numb, and he struggled to breath. Damien immediately called an ambulance and he was taken to hospital. The doctor treated his burns and gave him pain medication. He was able to come home after a night in there. The doctor said that since he was a hybrid, he had thicker skin and a stronger heart than humans, so he would be fine.
Now, he was in a shallow bath, washing off the sweat, and the urine from when he'd wet himself during the electrocution. This was extremely embarrassing for him. He hadn't had an accident like that since he was a child. He felt so ashamed, but Damien reassured him it wasn't his fault. Damien hadn't left his side for even a second. He was sitting next to him as he washed himself, back against the tub to give him some privacy.
Kitty glanced over at him, playing with the gauze sponge on his stomach. Damien had blamed himself for what Dana had done. He said he'd brought her into his life, so it was all his fault. Kitty didn't think that at all. He wasn't responsible for what that crazy bitch did. He had no idea she was coming. And besides, Kitty had let her in. If he had been a little more wary, this wouldn't have happened. He sighed and sat up in the bath, wincing at the tight feeling of his injury.
The swishing of the water alerted Damien, and he turned around. Kitty smiled, concealing his lower body behind the edge of the tub.
"Are you OK?"
"I should be asking you that." Damien chuckled. "I'm fine. What about you? Feeling any better?"
"Yeah, a little. Feel a bit dizzy." Kitty tapped the edge of the bath. "Can I come out now? I want to go to bed."
"Sure."
Damien stood up and grabbed the towel on the edge of the sink. He unfolded it as Kitty stood up in the bath. He concealed his lower parts, but Damien didn't look anyway. He kept his eyes on his face out of respect for his privacy. Kitty smiled at that. He was such a gentleman. He wrapped the towel around him and lifted him out of the bath. He placed him on the floor, holding him in case he fell over. He stared into his eyes. Kitty could see the guilt and concern in them. Damien maintained eye contact for a few seconds before averting them.
"I'll fix this. I promise." He said. "I'll make everything right again."
This confused Kitty a little. He didn't know what he meant, but he nodded anyway. He couldn't disguise his despondency well. He felt pathetic. Dana was now targeting him to get to Damien. He had made Damien vulnerable and worried about him. Things might change if he ended his life. It would mean he wouldn't be a burden anymore. He didn't know whether to tell Damien this. He didn't want to make him feel bad, but he didn't want to keep anything from him. They had built up a mutual trust. They told each other everything.
"I want to die." He winced at the sharpness of his own words. They just slipped out, betraying his morbid thoughts. He didn't want to say it so bluntly, but it was true.
The shock on Damien's face turned to sorrow. "Why?" He asked in a gentle voice. "You've got so much to live for. You're only young. Remember I told you that things will get better?"
"Yeah, I remember, but-" Kitty pursed his lips. "I've had enough. Too much has happened in such a short amount of time. I can't take any more stress. And now, I've become a bargaining tool for Dana to use against you." Tears gathered in his eyes. "If I was dead, she couldn't hold me against you. I'm not strong. I can't look after myself like Claire, Richard and Carrie can. I'm a burden."
"You're not a burden. Please don't say that." Damien stroked his face. "You can't die."
"Why not? I don't want to be here anymore!" Kitty started to get hysterical. "I want to be with dad and Jack! I want this to end! They're both rotting in a grave somewhere and I can't be with them!" He broke down, sobbing so hard he could barely breath. "I want to be with them."
Damien looked stunned by Kitty's outburst. "I know how painful it is losing someone, all too well." He let out a sad sigh. "I don't want you to die. I really do care about you. I don't want to be selfish, but... if you died, it would destroy me."
"You'll be fine. You'll meet new friends. Better ones than me."
"No, I won't." Damien insisted. "You're different to everyone I've ever met. You understand me more than anyone I've ever known. I know I haven't known you long, but you're important to me."
"I'm nothing! Barely a piece of dirt on this earth! You deserve so much more than me!"
"How can you say that? I don't want to be with anyone but you!" Damien yelled. But he wasn't angry. He looked hurt, on the verge of tears. "If you kill yourself, I'll find a way to kill myself and die with you!"
A stunned silence ensued. Kitty couldn't believe what Damien had said. His heart swelled with adoration for this man, and without thinking about what he was doing, he kissed him.
This wasn't their first kiss, but it was as important, possibly even more so. All their pent up emotions poured out into it, and they held each other as close as possible. Once again, Damien pulled back first, staring at Kitty with affection in his eyes. Kitty felt self-conscious. He probably looked a mess, face covered in tears and Hell knows what. But Damien looked at him like he was the most beautiful person in the world.
Then the realisation that he was naked hit him, and he felt shy. He only had a towel on, and they were this close. He became flustered. Damien blushed bright red, so he must have remembered as well. Kitty hid his face in his neck.
"Sorry."
"You've got nothing to be sorry for." Damien told him. "I meant it when I said I'd die for you. I mean it even more now."
The tears came back to Kitty's eyes, and he wiped them away. He rested his chin on Damien's shoulder as they hugged each other.
"Everything will be all right soon." Damien said, stroking his hair. "I'll make sure of it."
That night, while Kitty slept, Damien summoned Mammon, a small ginger demon with bandages over his eyes. He was blind, but he had a sense of smell greater than any creature on Earth. No one could escape him. Damien gave him an important mission, one that he couldn't mess up.
Kill the Holy Tyrant and make sure she stayed dead.
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Mammon snuck to the Imperial City, the location of Dana's palace. Satan had no idea where he was going or what Damien had told him to do. He felt a bit bad keeping secrets from his king, but if it was for his prince, he'd do it. He knew Satan would understand, but he would most likely feel upset. Damien didn't want to tell Satan since he knew he would stop him. Mammon thought they should let him know, but knew why they couldn't.
It was a risky mission, killing the tyrannical child of a deity, but he had to do it. If his masters were to survive, she would have to go.
He arrived at the heavily guarded palace. He had covered himself in hell smoke to mask his presence from the soldier angels. He thanked his lucky stars that God didn't live there. That would have made things a thousand times more difficult. But his children were plenty strong, so Mammon had to be careful. He'd have to sneak in without being seen.
There was only one way he could do this: by turning himself into smoke. Every demon – apart from fire demons who could only use pyrokinesis – had the same powers, the same as Satan's own, and control of smoke was one of them. He did so, and floated past the guards before they could register him as a threat. He made it into the palace undetected and, now in his humanoid form, sniffed for Dana's scent. He found it and travelled up to her room. It was late, so she should have been asleep. That would have made Mammon's job easier.
As he had hoped, Dana was sleeping in her bed. He would have to make her death look natural, but what natural thing could kill the child of God? And to make matters worse, he had no idea how to kill her. God kept the anatomy of his children secret, so Satan and the demons didn't know how to kill them permanently. Mammon sighed through his nose. What a goddamn pain.
He wracked his brain to think of a method. He figured he could smother her. All creatures need to breathe, so it could work. He came up with a plan to fumigate her lungs with smoke and set a fire near her. Then it would appear as though she died of smoke inhalation from an accidental fire. He climbed onto the bed and knelt over her. He then gathered smoke in his palm and moved it over to Dana's nose and mouth.
But his plan backfired when Dana woke up and grabbed his wrist.
Her eyes and brows narrowed. Mammon knew she recognised him.
Mammon pulled back his fist to punch, but she transformed into a ball of light and flew away. Before he knew it, she was behind him, floating with her white butterfly wings. He barely had time to turn his head when he felt a sharp pain tearing through him.
At first, he thought she had punched him, but the pain was also coming from inside him. Then he smelt his own blood. He felt around where it hurt and touched something hard and hot sticking out of him. She had stabbed him with a sword made of light. It went straight through him, into his back and out his stomach.
Dana stomped her foot on his back and yanked the sword out. Mammon gasped in pain. He began to regenerate, but he knew this injury wouldn't heal for a good few days. He could only stop the bleeding and heal it 10%. It wasn't enough, but he didn't have time to waste. If he didn't act now, he would lose his life.
As the sword came swinging down to cut off his head, Mammon threw himself off the bed. He landed on the floor with an agonised grunt. Dana was fast pursuing him. He blew smoke into her face in an effort to kill her, or at least blind her so she couldn't attack effectively.
The latter happened, and Mammon rose onto his wobbly feet to launch an attack. He punched her many times as hard as he could, but given his injury, it was still rather weak. The smoke was dissipating, so he didn't have a lot of time. He was about to deliver a knock-out blow to the face when she cut his hand off.
The severed appendage landed on the floor. The wound began spurting blood. Mammon muffled his pained groan with his teeth. He lifted his remaining hand and shot lava from his palm at her. A light shield appeared in front of her, and the lava actually burnt away.
Mammon's eyes widened behind the bandage. What else could he do? He was going to die.
A chuckle came from Dana, then she punched him in the nose, breaking it in one go. He couldn't smell her anymore. Without the use of his nose, he had no idea where she was or what she was doing. Then he felt himself get grabbed and thrown to the wall, arms outstretched and ankles overlapping. His blind eyes couldn't make out the swords that pierced his wrists and ankles. He was pinned to the wall in a crucifix pose, completely at Dana's mercy.
He heard chains rattling and the unmistakable sound of sharp teeth gnashing. He knew what it was, and it chilled him to the core.
The soldier angels. She had brought out the soldier angels - the monstrous, ravenous slaughter machines with a thousand eyes that their steel helmets covered. They couldn't see despite all those eyes, but like Mammon, they didn't need their eyes to find their victims.
Before he could even scream, the angels were set upon Mammon and tore him to shreds, devouring his flesh, bones and blood.