Whatever Aerith was seeing he could not react to it, he could only stare and listen to the creatures crying and begging for death. And he had to say he felt compelled to give it just that, even if it was at the expense of his own life.
Seeing what the young girl was he could understand why everyone else was afraid of her and wanted her dead. But she was still a child, a child with dreams, with feelings that were never seen or taken serious. The black tendrils started to amass as her hatred swelled before his eyes.
He could feel her powers tearing him apart, his groans soon turned to screams. He could not see his father but he could tell he was going through the same thing only less worse. "At this rate she'll kill herself." He told himself. He tried to think of a way to stop her from ending her own life but he could feel his head aching, he could feel his brain growing. And he knew he had only a few seconds before his body would inevitably explode.
He groaned as he reached out his hand to touch her, he watched his hand pass through the manifestation of hatred. It was mercurial like air, it clung to his hand like a leech and he could feel the blood being sucked out of him, he could feet his skin tearing open. He screamed at the top of his lungs from the pain alone, he felt his fingers grace her cheeks. The corporeal manifestation turned to him and roared in his face, Aerith was not sure what was real and what wasn't but he was not afraid for himself. He could see it through the silver glowing eyes of the black ink-like being, it was the same look she gave him on the wooden cross.
She hated herself, she felt hopeless and bladed herself for it. He wondered if she harboured any love her parents, but he could tell she inherited the hate everyone had for her. It had turned her into a selfless monster everyone feared and no one loved, a monster not dedicated to spreading havoc but hating itself till it tore apart every ounce of its sanity and destroyed itself.
It was horrible to think of what she could have done to herself. He wondered if she hurt herself, and cursed herself for the pain the world had caused her.
"Please, let me... die!" He could hear her voice through the black ink that trapped her in a cocoon, silver tears flowed through it's eyes.
Aerith screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice box tearing open as he thrust both his hands into the apparition. And pulled her out of her deep seemed cocoon of hatred, crying, "It's not your fault."
He slipped from his seat at the last second but not before pulling her out of her hatred, he fell to the ground with a loud thump and her small frame crushing his ribcage almost cracking it. He let out a groan, and looked at her eyes now filled with blood dropped out all over. He watched with a horrified expression as the dark apparition of hatred clung unto her like liquified webs of black oil, the started to merge and converge growing back into her to take her over. Something told Aerith that if he wanted to get through to her, this was his only open window.
Under the circumstances it was hard to focus on a word let alone muster an entire sentence. His body was swelling and on the verge of imploding, he could barely see and hardly hear, almost all the blood was being drained from him. He was within one inch of his life and even under these circumstances he still felt he had to help her.
His mouth trembled as they barely uttered each word, he prayed he would be able to speak before he gagged on his own words or choked to death.
"You asked me why I would save someone like you and I said I knew you were afraid and I didn't know if you needed someone. I still don't know what you need, but I want you to know I'm here if you need me and I'm not going any where."
He could here her whimpering and her voice saying almost breathless, "Don't. Please, kill me. I don't want to die. I'm cursed, I'm a demon."
The wriggling black ink tendrils had almost devoured her fully now except for a small portion of her face. Aerith chuckled nervously and groaned shortly after, his sudden change of expression caused the physical manifesting of her hatred to stop. He could see it staring in confusion at him. He tried to muster a smile as he replied her but failed. "I'm the devil remember, and I'm going to stay here till you need me."
He could feel her deep breathing on his face, and feel her soul pouring out to him as he spoke. "I'm..I don't deserve to live."
He could tell that all the rotting curses and assaults from people had eaten deep into her brain, it would be practically impossible to save her from it. But he would not stop trying.
His breath was a barely a weeze, his skin itched for air which he barely got but was now being wasted at an astonishing rate just talking. "After I saw your eyes, I could not look away. I meant that."
The massive incorporeal manifestations of the girls hatred started to get impaled by beams of green light, pier inf through it from the inside out till it exploded. He could hear the incorporeal thing shriek so loud he felt his head would explode before her blood powers did it's deed.
The bright flash of light blinded him momentarily, his ears still rang from the creatures shriek. He felt the swelling in his whole body stop and fresh air return to his lungs, along with the sticky metallic taste of blood with he choked on. He guessed he had saved the little girl from her hatred but for a reason he could not tell it was still hard to breath.
He felt a strange warmth wrapping around him and tightening him, and a weight pressing down on his already crushing ribcage and a slight whimper.
"Oh right." He told himself as he opened his eyes and looked up to see a bright radiance of red light beaming off the young girl who was now hugging him tightly. "Now it's red, that's good right? God, I pray it's not bloodlust."
He could feel her breathing heavily against his chest, it almost sounded like she was in a deep sleep but he could hear her whimpering. But was relieved that she was alive and not shivering at the moment. He wondered if his father was right that they had actually developed a bond.
He opened his mouth to speak but his voice box hurt badly and his voice box hurt. He spoke after a volley of heavy breathing and a few pained wheezes. "You okay?"
She responded by hugging him tighter, it made him groan out loud.
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His vision returned to normal leaving him a new wave ot nausea and exasperation. "Thank god it's over but now I wanna puke." The little girl spoke, breaking him from his quiet reverie. When she did speak she did it looking away from him, he wondered why she did that but the feelings of others were best lost on him.
"Sorry, I'm... Sorry." He could hear her weeping softly. "I hurt you."
Aerith tried to chuckled but it turned that even such a mundane task caused his entire chest and vocal organs to burn. His skin still stung and burned from the lack of air in them. "It's not like I'm dead."
The smile he had on his face faded when he felt her tiny finger grip the fine silk cloth he had on, and she looked up. Their eyes locked, her face was a hot mess, her hair a wrench, her blood stained face was no different. Her eyes trembled visibly, her purple irises tearing up. She looked more adorable and less suicidal. He did not need the power of the eye of revelation to tell how she felt, not that he could tell accurately but he could tell for a fact that the draining his blood part was pretty much over.
"I could have killed you." She wept.
He raised his hand and ran it down her hair, he managed to muster a weak smile on his face. "But you didn't, means you're not really that bad."
He could see her eyes growing wider with the feeling of longing replaced by warmth. "Are you really the devil?"
On a normal note Aerith would have laughed or made a joke but he had neither the enthusiasm nor the interest in such at the moment. He simply said. "No, I'm just me. I guess that's boring for you."
She broke into tears and hugged him tighter, her voice breaking as she wept. "Thank you, for saving me."
He hugged her back though not as tight considering the fact that he was literally halfway to becmoving a a corpse and that all the veins on both his hands were now exposed.
"I would hug you if I could." He said weakly.
She let out a low gasp before speaking in a ghastly voice. "I'll fix that up."
A few seconds later Aerith could feel his body absorbing all the blood into his body like a sponge. He felt his senses return and his body feels more alive. "How does that feel?" She asked with a sniffle.
Aerith locked eyes with her, his tone very bizzare and confused. "Isn't the blood already dirty, why's you out it back in me?"
She looked up at him and burst into laughter, seeing her genuinely be happy made him happy. He would have laughed had that not hurt too, all he could do was smile and pray the unsanitary bloody would not kill him before death decided to take him.
She tugged at the collar of his cloth and spoke in a low voice, "Please give me a name."
Aerith felt too dizzy to think but he could only muster one word. "Sure."