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Azazel glared at the other a little bit more. "You know what? F INE!" He shouted, turning and walking off into the other room. He came back with a knife, tugging off the binds and then shoving the knife into his hand. "have at it! Kill yourself. I don't care anymore." He then turned and left, slamming the door behind him. He walked over to the kitchen and took out some scotch, downing it from the bottle and sighing as he closed the door behind him.
 
He laid there for a few minutes, toying with the knife while the words that Azazel had said played through his brain. Slowly, Tomas slid from the bed, leaving the knife lying on his pillow, and he followed the demon into the kitchen. The white haired male stood in the doorway, silent for another moment before speaking. "You... You knew my father?" He waited for the answer that he already knew. "What was he like?"
 
Azazel looked over at the boy and he sighed. "I did." He stated, sitting down and then pushing a chair out for him to sit on. "When I knew him, he was completely different." He trailed his forefinger along the top of his glass, eyes keeping with his. "He was sweet. He loved to paint. I would lose him for weeks when he was off painting some room or something of the sort." he laughed lightly and looked over at him with a little smile. "He was a bit of a jerk at times, but he was a demon." He shrugged and then leaned against the table some more. "You look like him. Your eyes, mainly." He smiled a little more.
 
Tomas sat down, but didn't make eye contact with the demon. He played with a napkin, his own hands...anything. But he listened intently and soaked in everything that was said. "What... What happened?" He wasn't really sure he wanted to know, but in a way Tomas felt that he had to. He had to know what could make a man turn so violent that he raped and nearly killed a women for no reason, just like he felt the need to know what would make a woman abandon her child without a second thought.
 
He pushed his fingers through his hair, sighing. "He let himself be influenced by a very, very bad demon." His eyes fell to his lap, looking over the glass and he rubbed at his neck a little bit more. "That one... He took him away from me. And when he came back six months later, he went completely insane. He ... He killed out daughter. She... was only four. And... Then he just ran off. I had been following him, trying to bring him back and make sure he did not do harm. When... I found him. It was after what happened to your mother." he closed his eyes now, hand resting over them while his other dug its nails into the table.
 
"I'm sorry." The words were whispered softly, and Tomas sat silent after, just thinking and taking the words in. "Who... Who was he? The demon, I mean." Not that knowing would do him any good, but it would maybe help explain why his father had gone so crazy? "Why did he kill her?" He paused for a minute and then shook his head. "I'll stop." He knew that it had to be hard for the other male to think about the past in order to answer his questions.
 
Azazel took in a deep breath and lifted his head to look at him, smiling warmly as he did so. "No. You should know more about the one you're living with." He agreed then stood to go to a cabinet, pulling out a picture. He stared at the picture of the girl who truly looked like him, but much like Tomas, had his eyes. He sat down next to him and showed the picture. "That was Clarissa. She really was adorable. And... she died because he wanted to hurt me. The one who changed him. His name was Berarra. He is one of the most sadistic demons you will ever meet. he's the reason why parents check under their kids' beds. They don't know it's him, but that inkling is what makes them do it. And he's the reason." He sighed and looked back at the picture. "He took my family from me for his own shits and giggles."
 
Taking the picture, Tomas studied it for a few minutes while listening to the story, but it confused him. "So... So you want me to take the place of my father because my body-ass in particular-reminds you of him, but you want me to take the place of your daughter because... I'm his child?" The demon had made both types of comments to him, and Tomas wasn't really happy with either, but he still wanted to know where the demon thought that he stood.
 
Azazel blinked a few times. "Yes and no. To both, not either." He looked over at the man. "I don't want you to replace either. Both are gone. I admit, I wind up treating you like one or another, but ... when it comes down to it, I just want to make you better." He sighed softly and straightened his form a little more. He leaned against the table and looked at the man. "Does that make sense?"
 
Tomas shook his head while still studying the picture. "Why then?" he asked, finally looking up to face the demon. "Why do you care? I'm not him, and I'm not her and I really don't want to be either of them to you. So why give two shits?" The teen didn't get it, and that irked him. He couldn't grasp why some demon, no matter what his relationship with his father, would care so much about him. "He was a sperm donor," Tomas whispered. "Nothing more. So why care so much?"
 
Azazel laughed. "You have such a negative view on demons, don't you?" He asked, arms crossing and resting on the table. "While my interest in you was half of your genetic pool, that is only what caught my eye. You're in need. You need help and I want to give it to you. I want to make sure you will be okay and that you won't let this depression beat the shit out of you." He sighed and tapped his fingers on the table.
 
"Yeah. Your intentions were perfectly golden when you asked a thirteen year old boy on his deathbed to sign a contract stating he'd marry you in return for his health." Tomas rolled his eyes at the demon and slid the picture back over to him. Tomas stood up from the table and shook his head. "You don't always get what you want." It was a bit ironic that those words were coming out of the younger demon's mouth when that was precisely what had taken him down this spiral of depression to begin with, but that was beside the point. He left the room and returned to his own.
 
Azazel sighed. "If you haven't noticed, I left plenty of room for loopholes, took him OUT of the contract, and even beside that point, I waited until he was eighteen. Stop making me out to be a pedophile!" He huffed and watched him leave before he stood and followed him with the vile of nutrients which he shoved in his hands. "Drink. You haven't had your servings today." He patted his back softly. "And when you eventually get tired of that, I will make food for you."
 
A few more weeks passed. Tomas wasn't any better, but he wasn't any worse either. He hadn't attempted to take his own life since the once, and while he wasn't eating he also wasn't arguing about the nutrient concoction that Azazel was giving him to take. He moved into the kitchen to find the demon, and he stood in the doorway. "I want to go home. You said I can do anything I want. And that's what I want."
 
Azazel paused and turned to look at the man. He listened to his words and he straightened up his form a little bit. "Normally that bit is within reason." He added and then walked over to where he was. "I am going to let you visit. I do not want you to stay there and get more depressed, and you're not avoiding me either." He stated and then held an arm out to the other. "Let's get going, yes?"
 
He shook his head, even before the demon had finished speaking. "No. I want to go home. To stay. And I'm telling you that I'm going to do it, not asking." Tomas knew that he wasn't a prisoner here, and he also knew that he was eighteen and even if his parents had told Azazel that he could take him to help him, no one could make him stay anywhere he didn't want to be. He lifted his red eyes to the other male. "I'm grateful for your help, but it's not helping. And I don't want to be here anymore." Tomas wasn't trying to hurt the other's feelings, but he also didn't want to beat around the bush.
 
Azazel stared at the male and he walked over to him. "May I propose something else?" He asked and walked closer, sitting his rear against the table, arms looping over his torso as he kept his eyes to the male. "I will not make you, but I do not think living in that house is healthy for you. So how about an apartment. I want to say with me, but I get that you hate me, so let me buy you one. Close to your home so that you can walk there whenever you want without breaking a sweat, but far enough where you.. won't see them together 24/7"
 
"I don't want anything from you!" The offer was a little more than he could handle at that moment, even though his rational side was telling him that the other meant it as a nice gesture. "I want to go home. I want to be with my family, in my own bed, in my own space. I don't want your help anymore, I don't need your help. Because it's not helping!" The half demon huffed a little and pushed himself off of the wall. "My stuff is packed. I'm leaving in an hour."
 
Azazel rolled his eyes. "Fine." He said and then snapped his fingers. The boy and his things were all back in his room, even set the way they had been prior to him leaving. Azazel nowhere in sight.

Tomias paused, hearing someone and walking over to open the door, perking up. "Tomas!"
 
He blinked, and it took Tomas a minute to figure out what had happened. His mother's voice, though, perked him up and he rushed over to hug Tomias around his middle tightly. "Hi Mama." He'd missed his family more than anything, even if the thought of his brothers together still made him sick to his stomach. He'd get over it... Or just continue to dwell on it. The teen hugged his mother for a few more seconds and then pulled away. "I think I'm going to take a bath, okay?" He still wanted to be alone, but was comforted by the knowledge that his parents were downstairs.
 
Tomias hugged him tighter, gripping him against his chest. "No" he mumbled, nuzzling his cheek into his hair for a while before hugging him a little bit more. "I'm telling Papa! He's going to be so happy and make you so many yummy things." He kissed his cheek and head and then turned to run and tell his husband then the kids. Everyone!
 
Sighing, Tomas followed his mother into the kitchen.

The weeks passed like that. He didn't have the heart to tell his parents that he was the same as when he left, and Tomas felt an overwhelming sense of relief when he was left alone in the house to wallow in his depression. That's where he was currently: In bed, covers over his head, moping. He wasn't sure where his brothers or parents were, but it didn't really matter anyway...
 
By the time the man would wake up, he was in a completely different place. A lot darker and quite creepier than the room Azazel had for him. No sunlight. Just cement walls and a single lamp in the corner where underneath a black demon sat. His tail swaying beside him as his pointed teeth poked out with the grin. He chuckled and stood up, walking over to the other. "Why hello halfbreed." He purred, pulling the blankets aside a little more and his eyes kept to his. "How are you this evening?"
 
Tomas was instantly on edge. This place felt different, and it was darker. He looked around to get his bearings, only to see the dark figure in the corner. He tensed further, mind racing. Where was he? How did he get here? And who was the freak? Sitting up, the teen stared at the demon. He was familiar, but he knew that he'd never met him before. He'd have remembered. "What do you want?" Tomas was trying to buy himself a little bit of time.
 
Borra smiled and looked over the male, fingers trailing up his malnourished thighs. "Oh. I think you can imagine what I want." he purred, leaning down to nip the crook of his neck before lifted his head to rest his lips beside his ear. "I want you. And I want you to be mine." He growled, taking his hand and slipping it up the other's shirt, feeling the thin bones beneath. "And oh. I shall have you. Just like I had your father."
 
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