Broken Planchette ~ Prinxiety

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TW~Violance, Blood.

"I think we both know I don't have that kind of... " Virgil groaned in pain as Derek gut-punched him hard before slamming his head into his knee. Virgil swayed almost falling down, but the two holding him made sure he stayed standing. "Fuck... You."

"You're nothing but shit, Anxiety." Derek punching him right in the cheek cutting him with the planchette just from the impact alone. He was a boxer after all. His punches were strong. Virgil nearly crumbled, blood spilling out of his mouth as the two threw him onto the floor. Derek just kicked him in the gut before tossing the broken pointer right in front of the man's eyes. "You really are pathetic, you know? Oh shit, I forgot." Virgil's eyes fluttered as Derek walked off laughing. "You said you wanted to get drunk right? Why don't I go get you some then... Anxiety?"

"Virgil?" Virgil groaned as this unfamiliar voice filled his mind. "I can help you... If you want."

"I just want to get out of here." Virgil's voice shook horribly as he curled up into himself. He was hardly whispering but the few still in here just snickered thinking he was talking to himself. "I just want..."

"To be cared for and safe." Virgil grunted in acknowledgment as the world blurred around him. "I know. I heard you. I heard your desires, and I accepted them... I accepted you, Virgil. I just need you to accept me."

"How?" Virgil was beyond delirious. He knew that. He didn't know who this voice was or what it was even saying. He couldn't focus on anything. All he knew was it promised an out. An escape from this hell he had put himself in.

"I promise more than just an end to this, Virgil. You're wish was to no longer have to be afraid. You wished to be cared for and safe. To be happy?" Virgil frowned before nodding slightly despite the pain. "I promise to give you that. I promise to make it so you'll never have to worry about a thing again. You just have to make the deal. Your desire... for mine. A pretty simple trade, don't you agree?"

"You didn't answer... How?" A soft laugh filled his mind as Virgil's eyes started to slip shut unable to see anything anyway at this point.

"You've already done the most important part, Virgil. You broke the seal... now you just got to let me out. Summon me... put your blood on the planchette." Virgil's eyebrows knitted in a dazed concern as the voice egged him on. "Go on, Virgil. Do that and all of this suffering will finally be over. Your greatest desire... For my great desire. That's all you're promising. That's the deal."

"Oh, Virgil!" Derek lulled as he danced down the steps with a laugh. "I found the best... My father's old whiskey. Nothing but the best... for the worst." Derek cackled as he undid the top and just poured it all over the boy. Virgil cried out in pain as the alcohol burned the abrasions and cuts. It drowned out any other scent making him want to gag. He couldn't even hold back the shiver as the chill hit him hard. "Awe, did you not like it? Maybe the demon would. Should I send some to hell with you?"

"Virgil, make the deal. I can't stop this until you do!" Virgil whimpered as he was kicked again till he was on his back. "Virgil!" Virgil's eyes met the pointer and frowned as he noticed something in the lens seeming to be frantically moving about. In his dazed mind, he just laughed as he wiped the blood and alcohol off his lips. Derek smirked as he knelt down to laugh at Virgil. "Virgil, please. I can't help until you do."

"What is it, Virgil? Are you not having fun?" Virgil's eyes narrowed as he spotted the blood coating his fingers. "That's just to bad because I am having... a fucking blast."

"Fuck you." Virgil whispered out with a smirk before slamming his hand onto the planchette. Derek frowned in confusion as Virgil just laid there, mind falling deep into the trauma his body endured. His fingers slipped off the pointer revealing the blood that had been painted on there as Virgil laughed to himself. "I accept the terms."

"What?" Derek jumped back as this black smoke started to fill the air. "What did you do?" Virgil crashed, eyes closing as he nearly passed out oblivious to it all.

"Finally." This dark voice filled the air as the smoke swirled around the room forming a body. Bright red eyes peered through the black as slowly the form of a boy began to appear through the smog. "I thought I'd never get out."

"Who the fuck..." Derek's eyes were blown wide as his hands went to his throat unable to breathe.

"Shh... I have unfinished business. Then I can care for you." The boy smirked seeing the pure panic that filled them all. His eyes met with the broken body on the floor and his face fell. "Oh, Virgil... It's going to be ok." The boy knelt down carefully picking the other up just enough to get a good look at him. "Virgil, can you look at me?" The boy smiled softly as Virgil groaned and slowly let his eyes flutter open. "That's a good boy. Now... about that deal... Are you sure you want this? This type of deal... once it's made there's no going back. Your desire is to never be afraid and to be cared for... to happy. That's a job that will last forever. You'll be stuck with me."

"I already... accepted the... terms." Virgil smiled as his head dipped back. 

"Alright then. The deal is struck." The boy giggled darkly as he placed a soft kiss to Virgil's cheek. "I'm sorry but... this the best way to form it." And with that, he kissed him on the lips... This spark of energy-filled both there body as Virgil went completely limp. "Just rest for now, Virgil. I'll take care of them."

"Take care of... Who the fuck do you think you are?!" Derek yelled out as he chuckled the bottle of whiskey, making the boy dodge it easily with a smirk while standing up to face them.

"Me? Oh, I'm sorry. I never did introduce myself did I?" The boy smiled as he put a hand to his chest, his eyes glowing a bright red as his fangs showed themselves. "The name is Roman... The demon from the planchette. The one you so rudely tried to persuade into to hurt an innocent life. Did that answer your question?" The kids all nodded with equally terrified expressions all while Roman laughed. "Good, then you'll be able to tell Satan who it was that sent you all to him."