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Pain.
Upon waking up, the first feeling that registered to Kid was a pulsating headache and a dry soreness at the back of his throat.
Everything felt fuzzy and wrong, and as he slowly regained his sense of touch, the feeling of pain just barely faded away to the back of his mind as he noticed the minute details of his clothes in disarray and his body sprawled on a bed like a puppet with no strings.
Assuming the worst, Kid finally opened his eyes, his breathing picking up pace as his eyes met the sight of an unfamiliar room, barely holding back a flinch as his soul perception met the glow of the tainted, disgusting souls that stained the supposed peace and tranquility of the quaint and tidy room.
- - - -
Justin Law drove at a not so safe speed for a calm street of a town, a town far from the Academy and far from Death City. Despite being so far away, the town had a multitude of religious imagery displaying Lord Death's mask. Skulls were hung up on almost every doorway to every house and the church towered over the other buildings.
He couldn't help but admire the town's devotion to his God.
Justin parked his dune buggy at the front of the church. It seemed like the best place to search and simultaneously repent for any misguidance that may have strayed him away from Lord Death.
However, as he stepped into the building, madness washed over him. Fear creeped up inside him and he froze, his music barely distracting him from the sudden flare of whispers in his head questioning his faith and his beliefs.
An unfamiliar voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Oh, a visitor! What are you doing standing in the doorway like that, come in come in!"
A young pastor ushered Justin in, essentially dragging him inside, breaking him from the trance he was put under.
"We don't get visitors often other than our own, so it's very nice of you to. . ."
Justin looked away from his face and tuned out the man with his music, focusing on any details that would help him with his mission. He didn't have soul perception but he could use his skills to try to find any explanation for the madness that was lingering in the air, and now was the perfect time to review the objectives of his mission.
He needed to rescue Death the Kid.
- - - -
The souls surrounding Kid pulsed as the owners all turned to look at him, all of the people save for Kid wearing skull masks identical to his father's.
Was this some type of religious order? A cult? How long was he knocked out?
He warily stared up at his captor.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?"
It was probably best to know why he was here and who these people are before attempting to flee.
The leader stalked towards him. Something about his movements seemed wrong. This entire situation felt so wrong. But most of all, the energy in the room felt wrong . He looked over at the leader. It seemed that it was coming from him. Why? Did the leader have some type of power?
His internal rambling came to a halt as the leader placed their hands on the exposed skin of Kid's chest, the refusal to answer underlining the purpose of their actions.
Fear gripped his soul, the madness in the air only amplifying his fear as Kid panicked, kicking out his legs and finding that his body was too heavy, too slow , the hands of his captor grabbing his weakly flailing limbs and muttering what sounded like a chant that sent a pulse of haziness throughout Kid's body.
He went limp. His breaths were coming out short and quick. His body felt fuzzy and hot and weak… and… weird. As his captor started manipulating his body, his only hope was for someone to come save him.
- - - -
Justin was sure that by now, the pastor would've noticed that he was ignoring him. Expecting the pastor to leave him be, he walks down the pews to the stairway, trying to look for any clues, anything that would help him find Kid.
A ruckus was heard from the upper floor.
Justin felt a malicious presence at his back, turning around and raising a bladed arm just in time to block a knife aimed for his back. The kindness from before was gone from the pastor's eyes and replaced with malice and the urge to kill.
- - - -
A loud crash from downstairs had everyone in the room jerk their heads up. The leader finally spoke up, a deep and raspy voice commanding three of the masked figures exit the room, leaving only the leader and two other masked people. "We'll continue on from here."
Kid observed this with sharp eyes. His body may have been unresponsive but his mind sure wasn't, and all he needed to do was wait for an opportunity to arise that would aid him in his escape.
- - - -
The pastor was taken care of, his body cut neatly into two pieces and strewn across the marble floor, blood leaking and spreading copiously along the cool ground. By now, the last rays of sunlight shone through the stained glass windows, painting the consecrated ground in a multitude of colors. Paired with the bloody mess of the pastor's corpse, the scene made for a rather macabre sight.
'When Justin first found out that Lord Death had a son, he was shocked. All these years of worship and discipline, not once was he told that Death had a son.'
His mind briefly wandered to bibles that he snuck to read in curiosity, recalling a Messiah, the son of the Christian God saving humanity from sin.
Justin finally entered the stairwell. He walked at a brisk tempo, matching the beat of his music, not hearing the rushed footsteps of someone running towards him.
'A son that would one day take the place of his father, inherit the title Death and take over that position.'
A sword came swinging, hitting his bladed arm as he raised it in defense.
'The quick visit he made to the Academy revealed that hidden knowledge to him.'
Justin pushed back his arm hard, throwing his attacker off balance and easily raising his other arm to slice his attacker's hand clean off. Before the attacker could even begin to scream, Justin cleanly chopped their head off, the head spraying blood as it bounced off the stairs and rolled the rest of the way to the bottom. The body fell flat. A red soul rose from the corpse.
'And with that quick visit came this mission; this job, this duty as a worshipper of Lord Death.'
Neglecting the mess left behind, he continued onward, finally reaching the top of the stairs and meeting the sight of a short hallway with a door at the end, a burly, tall masked figure blocking his path.
'But are you really satisfied with who you are now? A worshipper of Lord Death?'
Unfortunately, he couldn't observe any further than that since the masked attacker charged at him, this time brandishing a long machete. Justin dodged the jabs, swings, and slashes aimed at him, humoring the other by making the fight longer than it should've been.
'Don't you think that it's unfair? Working so hard, fulfilling your duties- completing your missions only to be given nothing in return?'
The masked man growled, his attacks speeding up, getting wider, sloppy, leaving him wide open for Justin to perform a perfect counterattack. The attacker was pushed back but immediately charged back to him with a battle cry.
"I don't need a reward for my service. The love and faith that I have for Lord Death is reward enough."-- 'That's what you must be thinking.'
Abruptly, the attacker froze in place, eyes wide and mouth open in shock.
'I'm sure you know this. You want more.'
A red line ran down the middle of his forehead, down to just face, down to his chest, down, down, down until it met the split of his legs.
'You aren't satisfied with where you are, what you have right now.'
His left side slowly slid down and away from his right as he fell apart in two symmetrical pieces.
'So what will make you satisfied?'
Justin paid no mind to the amount of blood weighing down his clothes and walked forward to the split man, pushing the two pieces apart and trudging onwards in between.
'What do you want?'
As Justin staggered down the remainder of the hallway, he couldn't help but think that he made quite a gruesome sight. His once pristine and immaculate wardrobe was varnished with thick splatters of bloody chunks. His hands were red and sticky. There were splatters of blood on his cheek. He felt fearsome… terrifying… like a monster … but, he just couldn't bring himself to care. Couldn't bring himself to look back at the corpses he left behind him and couldn't even beg and pray for Lord Death's forgiveness for the horrid deaths that he caused among those people.
Something was wrong with him.
Was it madness?
His steps were uneven, he swayed as he staggered to the door, raising a bloody hand to the doorknob. The music in his ears sounded jumbled, disjointed. A strong sense of foreboding washed over him.
He opens the door.
- - - -
The leader pressed Kid's head down on the pillow, hips raised up by the man's hands, his limbs too loose and weak to hold himself up. His pants were discarded a while ago and he couldn't help but mourn the disorganized manner in which his pants were thrown to the side.
But it was better to focus on that then what the man was doing to him right now.
It felt invasive, the man pushing deeper inside of him. Demeaning was the way that the leader held him in such a position, a big body smothering him from behind, holding him up with just one hand, the bed gently rocking and creaking with the movement of the man's hips. The way that his body reacted, heating up and making him feel an uncomfortable, strange sensation pool at his stomach.
He couldn't hold back his heavy breaths, the quiet gasps and muffled moans escaping his lips. It felt like he was drugged, his body heavy, lightheaded and slightly delirious. The leader was very thorough when it came to getting him prepared for this moment.
Kid's attention was shifted to noises outside the room.
Trying his best to drown those sensations away, Kid found himself listening to the heavy thumps of footsteps, rhythmic and quick, getting farther away, changing to shuffling. There was another pair, matching those footsteps, reminiscent of the time that Kid tried (and failed) to teach Liz and Patty how to dance. But he knew that what he was hearing wasn't a dance. The sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air confirmed his suspicions. Someone was on their way to save him.
The leader thankfully paused his movement, the other two figures in the room turning to the source of the noise. The sound of something heavy hitting the floorboards startled Kid and they all stared at the door in anticipation, waiting to see the person that would step through.
The door opened.
Justin Law, a weapon that graduated from the Academy four years ago as a Death scythe, stood in the doorway, covered in blood. He yelled, "I've already taken care of the pastor and two of the masked figures on the way here!" Kid couldn't help but cringe at the volume Justin was speaking in. "I demand that you release Lord Death's son! If you do so, I might consider giving you a merciful death!"
Kid thought to himself, 'Only two masked figures? Wasn't there three?'
The third masked figure slowly crept up on Justin, their arm turning into the blade of a machete. Kid's eyes widened as their arm swung down, but before he knew it, the machete weapon was already dead, dismembered by Justin.
Without command, the remaining masked figures charged at Justin, but considering Kid's position, it was near impossible to see what was going on. It was likely that Justin was trying to keep the battle out of Kid's sight, and with Justin preoccupied, Kid felt as if he needed to do something.
He tried moving, but immediately stopped when the man above him pressed against him harder, paying no mind to the bloodbath around him and continuing his rutting, his thrusts rough and sloppy against Kid's ass.
Justin finished off the masked men with clean cuts to the throat. He looked over and couldn't help but blush furiously at the state that Lord Death's son was in. His back was arched and his whole body relaxed against the leader… the leader…
He raised a bladed arm, swinging it down, ready to swiftly end the man's life and complete his mission.
"If you kill me right now, Death the Kid will die," the leader warned, facing Justin.
His arm froze, "What have you done to him?" Now that he looked at Kid, it was strange how still and quiet he was, anyone in this type of situation would try to move and talk against the other.
The leader chuckles, "It's strange how you're so concerned about Lord Death's son," he looks at Justin cruelly, "weren't you just questioning your faith in our God? You must've loved them so dearly, but look at you now." Kid craned his head, gasping as his eyes met the gruesome sight of Justin's bloody appearance. Said person froze, feeling indecent, exposed under the fearful gaze of the son of Lord Death. His bladed arm retracts, returning to his side, his fists clenching as he trembled. He forces out between gritted teeth, "Why are you doing this?" The question lingers in the air, a single question asking many more.
Why? Why are you doing this to Death the Kid? To me?
It was all so disturbing, the man's cruel words and movements, the tense atmosphere lingering with waves of madness hazy with an unidentifiable something that might've been the cause for Death the Kid's state.
A spell?
The leader finally replied. "I guess there's no harm in telling you. I'm sure that you've already figured out that a spell is in use here." His fingers latch onto the back of Kid's head, pulling his head upwards and exposing his neck. A knife is pulled out from inside his coat, the blade tracing the bobbing Adam's apple of Death the Kid's throat. Kid winced as a thin red line was cut into his neck. "It's quite simple, actually. Activating the spell using the power of some souls, doing this right now," his hips smack onto Kid in a punctuating thrust, "is simply, well, bonding our souls together." He smiles dreamily, "Becoming one with our god to become a god has been one of our group's dreams, our extreme goal to become more than just man. But that's not enough for me."
Justin watches in horror as the knife digs deep into Kid's neck, blood dripping from the cut staining the plain white sheets of the bed with red. The knife is dropped, hitting the floor with a clatter. Kid's hair is pulled, craning his head showing off the deep gash to the both of them, the leader watching in interest as the bloody gash slowly and neatly closes up with no marks or scarring.
"Some say it's impossible to kill a god, that only a god can kill another god." His voice crescendos, his movements becoming rougher, sloppy. Justin watches, frozen into place as blood trickles out from Kid's hole. "And I believe that! Becoming one with a God and becoming a god by killing a God! This spell brings that to life! Weakening his soul with the connection that's building, gaining his power, inheriting his immortality." He pushes Kid's head down onto the bed, nearly smothering him.
Justin shook at those disgusting words. His fists trembled as they clenched, nails digging into his palm.
Blasphemy. Complete and utterly blasphemy!
His breaths were coming out in exasperated huffs. "That's crazy… no, you can't- can't just…"
Kid senses something wrong, activates his soul perception, looks over at his captor and his eyes widened.
The soul glowed brightly in the dark. A hideous thing. Disgusting.
A Kishin soul.
It was releasing weak waves of madness, but despite that, was heavily affecting the death scythe.
Justin was near hysterics. "That's-... That's blasphemy! How dare you even imagine yourself above God!" He stomped closer to them, grabbing the man by the collar and yelling at his face.
The leader simply laughed at his outburst. Laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed.
This is sickening.
"Ha! Haha!" The man was wheezing with his laughter. "It's… ha… it's so funny… all this talk from you about respecting Lord Death… not being above God… just a while ago, weren't you questioning your faith in him? You know that you don't love him enough like you expect yourself to. Does that upset you?"
It's true. You know it's true.
Kid felt worry and fear at the look on Justin's face. He looked unhinged.
Mad .
Justin gritted his teeth together, eyes wide and mouth curled into a snarl.
"Oh so it does! Then what do you want? Why are you even here?" The man smiles sadistically. "Is it him that you want?"
The hand clutching the man's collar shook, nearly ripping the fabric with the tight hold. He makes a noise at the back of his throat, his eyes turning to Kid.
"Wow, you actually want him! Seriously?!"
'You want him.'
"He's not even fully a god! He's still mortal, he can die ."
'Kid can die.'
He closed his eyes, not wanting to know any more of what the man was saying, but despite how obnoxiously loud his music was in his ears, the whispering persisted, getting louder and louder and louder.
He just found out about Kid. Justin wasn't supposed to think of Kid like that , he wasn't! Kid wasn't a god, he wasn't Lord Death.
'But he eventually will be.'
Justin's heavy breathing stopped, his breath cutting out completely. The man was still laughing, the laughs sounding like heaving, wheezing things, mocking and mad.
Justin looks at Kid, the ultimate sacrilegious thought going through his head.
'He will be my God.'
"Hahahh… the spell is almost complete. Soon… Soon! I will become-!"
The man was cut off by a gurgle in his throat, his eyes widening, drooping, and then becoming dull as the life drained out of his eyes.
His head rolled to the ground.
A brief moment of clarity washed over him.
Justin's eyes widened, just realizing his mistake.
He looked over at Kid, pushing the corpse of the leader off the bed and climbing on. Kid seemed too still, and he reached a shaking hand to Kid's body. Kid was gently flipped over onto his back.
Oh.
Kid painted a picture of absolute sin, absolute debauchery, his chest rising and falling quickly with short and heavy breaths, his body flushed, eyes half-lidded and teary. He swallowed tightly. He's never seen such a delicate figure this way in his life, pledging himself to his god and not indulging in such decadent acts.
But temptation was strong.
Oh, it was so very strong.
He wanted to indulge so badly, and before he knew it, he was disrobed and holding up one of Kid's legs, entering him, ignorant of the sound of Kid's voice with the sound of music blaring loudly in his ears.
Kid cried out, eyes welling up with tears as his supposed savior did what his captor had done to him not too long ago.
"Justin! Justin stop, wait- ah! " It was too much, the haze too strong. It was obvious that they were both under a spell.
Justin relentlessly thrusted into Kid, head resting against the crook of Kid's neck, and Kid realized that Justin couldn't hear him over the music blasting from his ear buds.
He was in a world of sensation, the slick and tight heat wrapped around his cock was heavenly . Kid's skin was so smooth, soft and pliable underneath his hands. Trapped in his own world, he continued rutting against Kid to the beat of his music, the music blocking out any noise in the outside world that could've interrupted this special moment.
Kid found that he gathered enough strength to reach up and card his hands through Justin's hair, simultaneously pulling out his earbuds and moaning softly in his ear.
" Ah~ Justin , please!"
Oh.
Whatever spell that Justin was put under only amplified as he moaned low in his throat, his hands gripping Kid's hips hard enough to bruise and begin rutting against him sloppily, no music to help with his pacing. The pleasure kept building and building, piling up until it overflowed as he gasped sharply and came inside Kid.
"Ahh~."
Kid whined as he felt warm wetness fill him up. He didn't get to finish, but he expected the both of them to be done with this and made a move to slide off Justin's cock. But as he was sliding off, he discovered that it was still hard.
"Oh, fuck!"
He threw his head back as Justin angled his hips, hitting his sweet spot and pounding into him so quickly and harshly. Justin pressed even closer to Kid, his hot breaths next to his ear. He was muttering, "Oh, Death , forgive me… forgive me… please … forgive me…"
Kid didn't want to hear any of that while they were doing the deed and he pulled at Justin's hair, faced him, and kissed him deeply. The wet mashing of their tongues was sloppy, inexperienced, only making Kid get hotter, only increasing his lust and arousal. Justin raised a hand to his chest, fondling one of his nipples as his thrusts got faster, his hips connecting roughly against Kid's ass, the impact reddening his cheeks as the thrusts made obscene squelching noises from the cum left inside of him. Oh, it was just too much. His grip on Justin's hair tightened, knocking over his white skull cap from his head. The relentless thrusts against his prostate were overwhelming, the knot in his stomach tightening, tightening even more until it snapped , the pleasurable heat building up down there releasing through his body sending sparks of ecstasy up his spine. His body tensed, toes curling, eyes rolling back in his head as he came.
Justin felt Kid tighten around him, hearing a lascivious moan escape through Kid's mouth as he came. He removed the hand fondling Kid's chest and instead placed it on his prick, jerking him through his orgasm. It seems that it became too much for him, he writhed and squirmed in Justin's grip, letting out cries of pleasure as his orgasm was wringed out of him. Milky white splatters landed on both their stomachs, Kid squirming away from his cock forcing him to use his free hand to pull him back onto him. Kid whined at that, still experiencing the high of his first orgasm and gave one more whimper when Justin finished again inside of him.
The both of them were still, panting and regaining their breath.
Only after the act was done, Justin's mind cleared, realizing the tremendous sin that he committed. He pulls away from Kid quickly, nearly falling over, scrambling to put his clothes back on.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Oh Death this can't be happening… oh no…"
Rushed words spewed out of his mouth as he finished dressing. He looked over at Kid and rushed to help him out. His shaking hands hovered over Kid's body, unsure what to do.
"What do I… Do you… oh Death… Oh Death…"
He was hyperventilating, the reality of the situation crashing down on him.
Before he could do anything, Kid sat up, got off the bed and picked up his pants to wear. The best thing to do in this type of situation was to stay calm, and with that in mind, he easily started adjusting his clothes, smoothing them out and fixing his appearance. He frowns, adjusting the collar of his shirt as he looks over at Justin.
"Stop panicking. We were both under the influence of a spell and we were both attacked by the enemy. It's not your fault."
'Oh Death… What did I do? What if Death was watching?'
He looks around frantically, looking at every reflective surface in fear of seeing the face of Death.
What if I'm going to get killed for this?
He clutches his head, slowly sinking to the floor as the realization sinks with him.
'I'm going to be put to death for this…'
Justin, you're such a fool.
"-ustin! Justin!"
A sudden sharp sting to his cheek snaps him out of his mantra. Clutching his stinging cheek, he looks up with wide eyes at Kid.
Oh. He slapped me…
Is that a worried look on his face? No, that can't be right.
"Justin Law! Snap out of it this instant!"
"..."
And that was that. He got off the floor and situated himself almost robotically. As Kid turned to leave, he noticed Justin still rooted at the exact same spot.
"I'm going to go collect the souls that you left behind."
He hears no response.
"Why don't you find a shower and clean yourself up? I imagine that it isn't too comfortable to be covered in blood and sweat."
Finally, Justin moves, pushing past the doorway and into the hallway.
- - - -
Kid stores away the last soul, the soul of what looked to be a pastor of the church. It was hard to tell with how decimated pieces of the corpse was, but thanks to his careful eyes, he could easily piece together what all the corpses looked like before their dismemberment.
With that all done, his focus shifted.
'Ugh. I feel absolutely disgusting. The damp, sticky feeling down there is repulsive, I smell terrible!'
He needed a shower. He was gonna drive himself insane if he didn't.
- - - -
The water pressure from the shower head was terrible, too light and weak. Even when the knot was twisted to the hottest sending, it was still a little bit colder than lukewarm.
It was… nice, in a way. Familiar and comforting. It reminded him of when he still was with the church, taken in and working as an altar server.
He scrubbed quickly and methodically, using the cheap soap to wash the blood and grime off of his body, attempting to clear his head from the event that just happened.
Once he finished, he turned off the shower and pulled back the shower curtain just as a knock was heard from the door.
"Are you done yet? May I come in?"
The polite speech of Kid was muffled through the door, and when Justin looked for his clothes, too bloody and messed up to wear.
But at the same time, he needed to set his priorities straight. Despite the disarray of his clothing, he quickly put them on and opened the door for Kid.
Kid's eyes widened as he looked at the still bloody clothes on Justin's back.
Justin paused as he saw Kid's expression shifting from horror to annoyance.
"Tsk. This is simply unacceptable! Why would you wear such filthy clothes right after you shower!?"
Justin was too stunned to speak, observing Kid's antics with wide eyes.
"Agh! Whatever, I'll just find you cleaner ones since you couldn't do it or ask me to do it. Wait right here."
Kid marches away in pursuit of clean clothes. A while later, he comes back with simple slacks and a dress shirt.
"..."
"Have you been standing there the entire time?"
Justin didn't respond, but he did indeed stand there the entire time.
Kid shrugs off the lack of response from Justin and shoves the clothing articles into his arms. He ushers him back into the bathroom, telling him to hurry dressing for himself to get a turn in the shower.
- - - -
All cleaned up, they rushed out of the church before daylight shone upon them, in a hurry to leave the town before the locals found the gruesome scene of the corpses left behind. Kid looks over at the coffin connected with the dune buggy with a raised eyebrow but thankfully doesn't make any comment. With no words exchanged between them, Justin situated himself in the very front to drive, Kid sitting behind him and clutching Justin around the waist.
As they drove out of the town and towards death city, and despite being oh so sacrilegious , Justin couldn't help the blush that tinted his face at the closeness of his God's body.