SOTC: Demon — M.A.G.S.
• you are a demon / i hope you regret •
The trench coat was his new favorite article of clothing, he decided. A dark navy, some renovation of his scientist couture. It made him feel mysterious, like a good guy with a bad side.
What'd they do to you—
He blinked, expression slated.
Eugene looked distantly at the coffin, then down at his watch. Then back at the coffin.
They're keepin' me safe, he replied with his gruff voice. There was such certainty, like nothing else could be true, like these Saviors were just that. Infallible beings of true purity with only his best interests in mind.
What a fucking fool.
The coffin was a sleek gray animal, with cushions inside. Eugene could imagine a mortician guilt-tripping his client into dropping twelve thousand on that box. Only luxury items for the dead.
Eugene turned to look at Sasha. She always reminded him of those times before Alexandria, when the group would set up a cooking fire in the middle of the forest and trade stories. She had told him about Bob Stookey, her dead boyfriend.
Actually, she has two dead boyfriends.
Eugene winced.
He watched as she folded her body into the coffin, reverse metamorphosis, and disappeared beyond the chrysalis' edge.
He wondered why she didn't use the pill last night.
A change of heart? Hopefully. He didn't want Sasha to die. He didn't want to fight against her either. She was on the losing side, anyway. He just wished she could see it.
Negan closed the lid of the coffin, and now, she could see nothing at all.
April felt like a maniac.
A jolly smile stretched unnaturally across her cheeks. Clownish. If someone had seen her face now, they would have thought her mentally unstable, or placed the blame on hard drugs.
No, it wasn't drugs that had sent her here. She wasn't insane, though she might as well be, for pulling such a huge stunt.
Slung on her arms were three empty red jugs, formally holding nine gallons of gasoline. And behind her was a line, snaking strategically through the corridors, into spare rooms, and eventually pooling in the main cafeteria. She'd stuck wads of old clothes in electrical equipment, each soaked in more of her favorite flammable liquid. She'd turned the heat up by ten degrees. Cut the water line.
People were going to die tonight.
April kept on that out-of-place, crazed grin. Wrapped her arm tightly around her chest, feeling the fabric of Oliver's old cargo jacket under her fingertips. The aches of Carl's touch still smoldering across her entire body, like firesnaps.
She needed him. There was something that kept her calm while she was around him. His humanity infected others.
And yet, this wasn't for him.
Not Oliver either. Or Elle. Or Dwight.
No, this was for just herself.
Who knew Negan's daughter, the selfish asshole slut that she was, would shatter the cornerstone of her father's empire?
This sanctuary... her home.
She dropped the match. It fell.
And fell.
For years it was there, levitating just under her fingertips, like a marionette with invisible strings.
When it reached the ground, there was a painful moment where nothing happened. It was silent. Vacuous, nauseating.
April breathed.
And at her feet grew a beautiful, raging bloom of fire.
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