The Demon and the Child

Old Enemies

TW: blood

Roman laid on a bed in the hotel, he and Virgil were sharing a room with two beds. The other room, that was connected to theirs, had the two couples sharing a bed together.

No doubt Patton and Logan had passed out already, and Janus and Remus were probably all cuddled together.

Right now Virgil was finishing up a shower, he wanted to get the salt water out of his hair.

Roman was glad he was sharing a room with Virgil, it would be easier to protect him. He really didn't want to leave Virgil alone again, it was too risky. However, Virgil still wouldn't talk to him.

The demon was probably overthinking it, the younger was tired! That was it. He needed to rest, maybe for a few days. But Roman couldn't help but think he did something.

The bathroom door opened and Roman sat up as Virgil stepped out. Roman had summoned new clothes for him so right now Virgil was in a white shirt and dark purple sweat pants, it was comfortable enough for bed clothes.

Roman swallowed down his anxiety and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Virgil mumbled, making his way over to his own bed.

"You just seem upset."

"Gee I wonder why." Virgil sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm just tired."

"I can tell. I just- did I do something wrong? I mean I know I failed to protect you, so I guess I did."

"You didn't do anything wrong," Virgil promised, and yet he curled up in bed with his back turned to Roman.

"Then... why are you upset?"

"Dad... showed me something. It's just taking awhile for me to... I don't know, digest it? Plus, that was the first time I ever spoke to him."

Roman got up from his bed to walk over and sit next to Virgil. The smaller didn't push him away, but Roman didn't want to push it so he kept his hands in his lap.

"I imagine that must have been upsetting," Roman said.

"The worst part is, I can't even be upset at him." Virgil's voice cracked, tears threatening to blur his vision. "So much has happened, I don't have the time or energy to be angry at him."

"Who are you angry at?"

"The angels, Ethan, myself, a lot of people. I wish I could have protected my mom, but she's gone. And I know it's the angel's fault, but I can't help but blame myself! I should have died, not her."

Roman reached out to Virgil but stopped himself before he could touch him. "Neither of you should have been hurt. It wasn't fair."

"No it wasn't."

"Neither of you did anything wrong."

"Apparently me existing is wrong."

"Is it though? You've never hurt anyone, you've only helped others. Virgil, you have a good soul, a strong one. I can feel it, I am a demon after all, I can see these things."

"I just- the angels are so cruel! I saw what they did to you, to your brother, and Ethan."

"You-you saw?"

"Dad showed me the fight. I told him to stop after Janus fell, I didn't want to see what happened to you. I'm so sorry, Roman, I know you were in a lot of pain. You're probably still in pain. It wasn't fair at all, you didn't deserve any of that."

Roman sighed, pulling his legs up to his chest. Virgil was right, his back still hurt from the blade, they held him down and carved his wings away.