《~Wash Away My Colours~》Yandere! Demon X Reader

{~Brain Damage~}

"You've kept this from me for so long! How could you?!" Nathiel shouted at his father with burning rage bubbling inside of his intestines. He had his father pushed up against the wall with his hands tightly wrapped around his throat in a dangerously fatal death grip. Richard could only choke down his saliva and oxygen with his sons fingers like iron that is tightly clamped onto an object, unable to move no matter what.

"Answer me, old man!" He barked at him and gave his throat a tight squeez making him let out a choked out cry, for his life was on the line, slowly his fate was closing in on him. Nathiel has the strength of his mother which isn't a good thing, not at all, expecially not for (Y/N).

"He can't speak if you're closing up his vocal cords with those vicious hands of yours, idiot," a voice said that walked into the room that had the door wide open for anyone in the hallway to hear the commotion coming from inside the room. Both of the head budding men looked at the doorway to see Jason. "Do me a favour and shut that smart trap of yours!" Nathiel snapped at him with aggression, feeling rather murderous at the moment, for his precious Queen is in great danger.

Jason only chuckled a while shaking his head a little while he listened to his father gurgle out inaudible words. He looked at Nathiel with a mischievous and intelligent glint in his eyes, for he was stuck in the same situation not too long ago. "I know where 'she' is," Jason spoke with Nathiel instantly tensing up a little, guessing that it's (Y/N).

"Who are you talking about?!" Nathiel roared and let go of his father making him slip down the wall and onto the cold hard ground. His father coughed violently and breathlessly with his hands pulled up to hold his abused neck properly. Nathiel spun around on his heel with his fists tightly clenched at the sides of his body as his jaw was tightly clenched and his eyes had a burning fire burning behind them, his gasoline was nothing else but his anger and aggressive nature.

Jason only chuckled a bit before letting out a soft sigh with a sick smile on his pale face. "About that girl you're so smitten with," he commented and watched as Nathiel's body grow a lot more tense while he listened to his fathers broken coughing. "I've seen you with her a lot of times and the expressions you had on your face told everything," he said and chuckled a bit making Nathiel grit his teeth.

"You're talking crap!" He snapped at his brother that didn't faze him at all. Jason just shook his head and turned around to walk away from the two family members. "Believe whatever you like," he snorted and walked out of the tense room soundlessly as if nothing had just accured in the room. It made Nathiel think, 'Was he serious?'

Richard still remained on the ground with his back against the wall as his hands held his neck protectively while he kept his gaze down on the floor. His breathing was shallow and ragged and an occasional raspy exhale was heard, for his throat was damaged, purple and blue hands coating his skin, like frosting on cake. Nathiel looked down at his father in thought and wondered if he should believe his brother or not, for he might be lying, it was always hard to tell with him.

"He's right," his father choked out between stutters and coughs but it all fell to deaf ears as Nathiel just glared down at his father. "Just shut up," he whispered, his voice dropping down a few octaves that made Richard shiver in fear. Nathiel walked out of the room with his feet thumping against the ground with every step he takes.

It wasn't long till he reaches his abandoned room that was in the corner of the hall on the top floor, his mother put his room there so that he won't disturb the workers anymore. The top floor was a very rarely used place because the rooms there are for storage and inventory. Annebelle made sure the servants made the last open room up there liveable for him to be able to stay in.

Nathiel had completely isolated himself in his enormous room that was contrasted in dark colours that made the room have a creepy yet warm atmosphere. He layed on his bed with his face looking up at the black ceiling that had a pale red chandelier hanging in the middle, dimply litting the room for a sensually warm aura.

A dreadful week quickly ran by with Nathiel growing more and more worried for his Queen, slowly losing some of the sanity that was still left. He paced around in his room, trying to figure out what to do but he was empty handed with every useless attempt of trying to figure out a solution. During the passed week he grew more snappy and aggressive towards anyone that did something wrong or dared to disturb his thoughts. It was all because of angels and their idiotic rules and regulations.

Samantha Wizialin, a young adult.

(Y/N) (L/N), a young (teenager/ adult).

That's till a group of angels kidnapped her one night.

A single angel kidnapped her under my nose.

The angels locked her up and refused to let her out, brainwashing her while Eduard was at his breaking point after the third week

They have her and is probably doing exactly the same... it feels like I'm loosing my mind and I feel so empty.

She was finally released at the fourth week but got killed by a demon out for blood that night.

I'd kill anyone who ever tries to put their filthy paws on her or try to harm her in any way.

Who ever took her is going to pay the price and will die by my hands, their blood will stain my hands for that will be my trophy. Nothing but the best is for us... I'll make sure of it.