Utaite Oneshots

UraSaka - I'll give up my life for you

Collab between Freboredom and me... I was craving angst so... w IswearIwasn'tchantingangstinherears
For once, I can say, the plot idea wasn't mine w It's grandma's-
Although grandma did stare at me a lot during this w

Grandma AN: I came up with the plot this time and I really like how it turned out sobs

Genre: Angst
AU: Demon Urata x Priest Sakata

Enjoy reading~!

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After doing his priestly duties for the day of praying to his god for some time and helping to fix up the church with the other priests since it was rather old and run down, Sakata was told to go out into the nearby forest to collect various herbs for healing purposes needed throughout the city.

It apparently was a priest's job to never get much rest and take care of everything the villagers needed help with... not that the redhead minded at all. He loved helping people, loved their smiles afterwards when their problems were solved.

One of the problems he had never had to deal with before... was demons.

So imagine how spooked the young priest was to see an injured demon resting with his back against a tree in the very forest he was supposed to search for herbs.

Rather than being scared, rather than running away to alert the other priests, Sakata steps closer.

"Um... excuse me? You're hurt... ah! I was supposed to gather herbs around here for healing! But... would herbs that heal humans help a demon?" Frowning to himself, Sakata starts to panic, darting his head back and forth from the brunet demon and nearby herbs he could so easily grab to help him. He had to at least stop the bleeding first... crouching down, Sakata pulls out a handkerchief and reaches close, ready to clean up the bloody mess, or as much as he could.

Cursing to himself as he let his back hit the tree, Urata swore to take revenge on the demon that had left him in this position just because they wanted to fight dirty for the next war for the title of Demon King.

Idiots who had not enough power shouldn't even attempt in trying to earn the title.

Gritting his teeth, he could feel his conscious fading from the heavy wound, his powers not able to keep up with the healing he required to heal his broken body.

As he heard a voice, he attempted to move away as he saw the white robes of a priest but failed miserably and winced at the sharp pain.

Shit, he was going to die, wasn't he?

However, when he registered what the priest said, he looked to the priest with his blurry vision.

Was this priest for real? He was going to help him instead of purifying him like he should?

Clicking his tongue, he turned away, his eyelids already fluttering. "You... won't be able... to help... anyway..." Measly herbs were not going to work on him.

There was another way of course, but he was pretty sure a priest would reject it. He really was doomed to die today, huh?

"Won't... be able to help?" Sakata tilts his head to the side, not fully understanding the meaning behind those words right away. Did this demon think he wasn't capable or something?

Yet, then he glanced over to the herbs he had already gathered, then looked over to the demon.

"Do you mean... that herbs don't work on you like they would humans?" Frowning as he came up with this, the priest still persisted, cleaning the demons wounds as much as he could... though no matter how hard he tried, blood continued to flow.