Blood For Blood -- Demon Dazai X reader [Book 2]

Chapter 12

The atmosphere in the underground holding cell was cold and suffocating. You were chained, unable to move freely, and your eyes held an eerie, vacant expression. Under Fyodor's control, you were no longer the person Dazai had once married, and the darkness that had consumed you was palpable.

Dazai stood on one side of the cell, his eyes fixed on you, but you didn't return the gaze. Instead, your attention seemed to drift, lost in a sinister world of your own making.

Akutagawa and Chuuya, who had joined the mission, exchanged glances. They had never seen someone under Fyodor's control to this extent. You were a danger not only to them but to everyone in Yokohama.

Dazai knew that he had to be strong, for your sake and for the safety of the city. He had brought your two children with him, a boy and a girl, both looking bewildered and frightened. They had been shielded from the dark world of their parents until now.

As Dazai led the children closer to the cell, you finally turned your gaze toward them. There was no hint of warmth or recognition in your eyes. It was as though you were looking at strangers.

"Mommy?" the little girl's voice quivered as she peered at you through the bars.

You didn't respond. Instead, you continued to stare, sending shivers down the children's spines.

Dazai crouched down, trying to maintain a calm demeanor for their sake. "Remember, kids, Mommy isn't feeling well right now. But we'll make everything better soon."

Your son, more perceptive than his sister, clung to Dazai's leg, his eyes wide with fear.

In the midst of this chilling encounter, the heavy footsteps of a familiar figure echoed down the corridor. It was Fukuzawa, the leader of the Armed Detective Agency and your father.

He approached the cell with a stern expression, assessing the situation. "Dazai, what is the meaning of this?"

Dazai stood up, his eyes reflecting the torment he felt. "Fukuzawa-san, she's not herself. Fyodor has complete control over her."

Fukuzawa's gaze shifted from Dazai to you, and there was a moment of silence as father and daughter locked eyes. But there was no hint of familial warmth in your gaze—only coldness.

"(Name)," Fukuzawa spoke your name, a trace of sadness in his voice, "you've brought great darkness upon this city. We cannot allow you to roam free in this state."

You finally spoke, your voice devoid of emotion. "Do what you must. I have no allegiance to anyone."

Fukuzawa sighed deeply, his resolve firm. "We will find a way to free you from Fyodor's control, but until then, you must remain here."

The cell door closed with a resounding thud, leaving you trapped in the darkness, both figuratively and literally.

As Dazai, Fukuzawa, Akutagawa, and Chuuya retreated from the cell, a heavy silence hung in the air. The battle to save you from the depths of Fyodor's control had only just begun, and the future of Yokohama was uncertain.

Days turned into weeks, and the underground cell became your new reality. The chilling darkness within you seemed to intensify with each passing moment, and your once-vibrant eyes were now devoid of any emotion or humanity.

Dazai, Fukuzawa, and a select few members of the Armed Detective Agency tried everything they could to break Fyodor's hold over you. They consulted experts in mental manipulation, even seeking help from abilities within the agency, but all their efforts proved futile. Fyodor's control was unyielding.

One day, Dazai approached the cell alone, his face a mask of determination. He had been waiting for an opportunity, a sign, anything that would give him a glimmer of hope. But as he looked at you, still cold and distant, despair threatened to consume him.

"Name," he began softly, "I know you're in there somewhere. I won't give up on you, no matter how long it takes."

You didn't respond, your eyes fixed on a distant point beyond the cell bars.

Dazai clenched his fists, frustration boiling within him. "You're my wife, and you're the mother of our children. I can't let Fyodor's control keep us apart."

He watched you closely, hoping for any sign of recognition, but there was nothing.

In the midst of this agonizing silence, a voice echoed down the corridor—Akutagawa's voice.

"Dazai."

Dazai turned to see Akutagawa approaching with a grim expression. "What is it, Akutagawa?"

Akutagawa's gaze remained steady. "I've received information. Fyodor is planning something big, something that could bring chaos to Yokohama."

Dazai's eyes narrowed. "What kind of plan?"

"He's gathering an army of abilities, and he's going to use your wife's power to do it," Akutagawa explained.

Dazai's heart sank. He had feared this moment, the moment when Fyodor would use your abilities for nefarious purposes.

"We have to stop him," Dazai said with determination.

Akutagawa nodded in agreement. "But there's something else you should know. Fyodor is aware of our plans to stop him, and he's been monitoring your every move."

Dazai clenched his teeth, his mind racing. "We can't let that stop us. I'll do whatever it takes to save her."

As they retreated from the cell once more, Dazai's resolve burned brighter than ever. He knew the road ahead would be treacherous, and the battle against Fyodor's control would be relentless. But he was willing to face any darkness, make any sacrifice, to bring you back.

And so, the stage was set for a confrontation that would determine the fate of Yokohama—a battle of wills, of power, and of love, as Dazai and his allies prepared to face Fyodor Dostoevsky and free you from the chains of darkness that bound your soul.