Don't Breathe. It might stop the black goo that dripped slowly out of ViKtor's mouth. Black blood that looked and felt like tar, only recognizable from the red shine it had. More started to drip from his nose. The demon sniffled and coughed as he tried to wipe the tar-like substance away, that failed. It stained his skin with a dark red. He stumbled around the jewelry store he was previously trying to rob before he felt weak. Hah, Weak? Him? No, there was no way. He was a feared name, a ruthless demon that would kill in a heartbeat. But here he was, The Black Rabbit, leaning over a table as the blood started pouring out, not dripping anymore. The goo rushed out of his mouth and nose, creating a dark pool on the glass counter. It looked endless with how black and dark it was.
A pulsating pain started to grow from an area in ViKtor's chest, it grew throught his body as the pain increased. Feeling like something was trying to escape. He knew what this was, knew this all too familiar pain. His energy had increased too much, he was growing more and more unstable. He needed to release this energy. But...if he did...he would wound Allen and Nadia. The only things the heartless demon ever loved, ever cared for. He grew up with Nadia, grew too fond to leave. She loved him, kept him fed and cared for. And in return Viktor loves her back and protected her. Then there was Allen, oh his sweet love. From the moment the demon laid his red, dead eyes on him he knew he loved the seemingly innocent hero. God, the things he did to Vik, made him feel new emotions...made him feel heartbreak.
He knew why he was unstable, his emotions were too out of hand, and with his emotions went his stability. He remembered in detail the moment Viktor saw his love with Alfred. He remembered how he fell down in pain, his form starting to turn into a more monstrous being. Remembered the pain in his chest as he cried that night. Remembered how he went home and his form switched in front of Nadia. God, Nadia, her face when she saw his true self. A mixture of sorrow, anger, and...delight? Why was she happy? He was a mass murderer, a life destroyer. Oh how he remembered her words, telling Viktor how much she loved him still, no matter what he did she loved him.
ViKtor's body jolted as the blood slowed and he raised his head. Looking out the window the demon saw a horrid sight. The sky was on fire? How? He shook his head and unfurled his wings. He busted through a window and started to fly from building to building, the pain in his chest just grew. Whatever was happening, he had to stop it. It could danger Nadia or Allen, even if Allen didn't love him he knew he had to protect him.
