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Vulnerable (Darkiplier x Female Reader)

"Damien..?" You questioned, gasping at the sight of the man in front of you. A tall man wearing a black suit, his raven black hair messily swept to the side to cover half of his face, his entire body was a pale shade of grey, flickers of red and blue surrounding him while he grasped Damien's cane. The man cracked his neck as his gaze met yours, you stood frozen in place while he walked over to you, his cane tapping in sync to the sound of his footsteps. You wondered if this had been the same man you married all those years ago. Your questions were soon answered when your ears were met with a dark, distorted chuckle. His voice was much deeper than Damien's had been that's for sure.. "No, my darling. Damien was naive, trusting, innocent.. and vulnerable. No more, no longer shall I fall prey to such games again, no longer shall I abide by HIS rules..No longer shall I play HIS games. I am Darkiplier. I'll be everything Damien could and couldn't be..So you might as well just say I'm your husband my sweet, because I still am, just better~" Damien Dark says, his cold lips gently meeting your hand, a small smile forming on his lips while his deep dark, cold, dead, eyes gazed into yours.

(This was made for @dontspilltheteaplease and I might make a part 2)

Behind the door (Darkiplier x reader)

(Requested: No)

(Description: Your fiancè, Darkiplier has a strange secret room and you have no idea what might be in it..)

You walk through the long and winding halls of the castle, finding a strange door with multiple chains and locks on it. You hadn't seen this room before..But why was it locked up so tight? You suddenly heard footsteps accompanied by the tapping of a cane and you quickly ducked behind a wall. Dark had something under a large cloth as he approached the door. He unlocked it and went inside, this was your chance.. You quickly darted into the room and hid behind another wall. Dark placed the clothed item on top of a small stone pedestal attached to the floor and ripped the cloth off, and what you saw made your blood run cold..You covered your mouth and stared in horror at the horrified expression of a petrified man. Dark placed a plaque at his feet and stared at the statue blankly. You looked around the room, noticing different plaques and different people. All of them holding a cracked contract in their hands. You stayed frozen in place as Dark turned his head in your direction. "Whats wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost!"** He said in a mocking tone. "W-What did you do to these people.." You asked shakily, staring into his cold eyes. "These are all the people who couldn't repay their debt to me..And so I did what I had to do. Dealing with the devil is a risky buisness my darling." Dark simply responded, exiting the room without another word.

The ego that wins this poll is who I write a oneshot for next

Welcome home (Darkiplier x Reader) - PROLOGUE

The demon took your hands in his, lacing your fingers together. "You could save him.. You don't have much time though..So do make your choice quickly and don't test my patience. All you need to do is let me in by handing over that little book page before the sun rises. Or before Mark dies, your choice really."

 You glanced at Mark, then back to the demon. Walking through the ring of salt, you picked up the page.  "DON'T GIVE IT TO HIM, HE’S TRYING TO TRICK YOU!" Mark yelled through his agony, Dark rolled his eyes. The room suddenly violently glitched and Mark's pleas fell silent. You took one last shaky breath, walking back over to Dark and handing him the page.

Your hand faltered for a moment as he snatched it from you. The demon cackled loudly as lightning struck outside. "You have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into." Black mist snaked around your entire body while Amy looked on in terror, still grasping Mark's hands. Dark glanced at Mark's slowly dying form and rolled his eyes. "I'm not usually one for keeping my word..But I obviously need him alive. Here's the antidote." He said, tossing the antidote towards Amy's general direction.

Darks once tattered up black suit transformed into an elegant white one.

The mist around you disappeared and you were in gothic formal attire. The ballroom around you had drastically shifted, and there were thorns blocking every possible exit out of the mansion.

Dark snapped his fingers, freezing the couple in place. The demon was no longer a disembodied shadow or illusion, but a physical being who bore a striking resemblance to the man you thought you'd fallen for. “Life is full of tough choices, isn’t it?” Dark asked you mockingly, smoothing out the creases in his suit. You looked towards Mark again, His expression was trapped as pure terror.

Music started playing from an unseen location. Dark snapped his fingers, Mark started slow dancing with Amy to the music. "Don't waste any more of your time on these pitiful idiots who call themselves your best friends. They left you behind as soon as they got just a small taste of fame. You don't need that. You don't need them."

"Be mine and I could- No. WILL give you anything. More than either of them ever man.." He then got down on one knee, pulling something out from the pockets of his suit. "Marry me." Dark asked demanded. 

Welcome Home (Darkiplier x reader) Part 3- Breath of fresh air

You quickly turned around, breathing heavily. 

There was nobody there. You sighed shakily. Turning back to the sink you splashed some water on your face. Everything had gone awry since you arrived at this place. You looked out the window; the rain had stopped by now, it'd be perfect to go for a walk. You walked over to the front door. You opened the door and stepped out into the street. 

The sun was beginning to peek through the clouds. You took a deep breath and started to take a walk. You felt a sense of peace wash over you as you enjoyed the fresh air and the warmth of the sun. You walked for a few hours till you came across a massive sign for one of your favorite juice places. 

You and Mark used to come to this place a lot before you moved out of state. You looked at the poster in front of the door. It read "ONLY FOR TODAY, ALL SMALL DRINKS ON US!" in big bold letters. You decided to go inside. 

You just stared in terror at seeing how crowded it was. You'd probably be in here for hours before you could even reach the counter! After what felt like an eternity, you got to the counter and ordered a drink. Once it was handed to you, you started making your way to the exit until somebody bumped into you. 

Your drink had spilled onto your shirt. "Oh, I'm so terribly sorry!" The person who bumped into you said as they handed you some napkins. You looked up at them. It was a man. He was tall. He had black hair that was neatly slicked back, and he wore a black suit with a rose pinned to it. 

Something about his eyes though unnerved you. You just couldn't put your finger on it. He was quite attractive though. "It's uh, fine." You said, wiping your shirt with the napkins he'd given you. 

"Here, you may have my drink. I hope you like pomegranate though, it's the flavour I got." He said sheepishly, handing you his drink. You smiled at him. The 2 of you walked out of the crowded store and sat on a nearby bench. 

You took about six sips of the drink before placing it down for a moment. You turned your head to him. 

"Sorry, I never caught your name. What was it?" You asked. 

"Oh, how rude of me. My apologies. My name is Damien. It's wonderful to make your acquaintance." He said, flashing you a bright smile.

Welcome Home (Darkiplier x reader) Part 4- A moment too late

“It’s uh, wonderful to meet you too Damien.” You said, smiling back. Wow, was he gorgeous... You could go on for eternity about how perfect he was. “So tell me, does somebody as enchanting as you have a partner, perhaps a boyfriend or girlfriend?” He asked, inching just a tad closer to you. “Oh no, I haven’t been in a relationship in a while.” You answered, staring into his eyes. They were a sharp icy blue with an abnormal soft glow to them. 

It was almost hypnotic. “Well if you’re available, perhaps we could go to dinner this evening? My treat of course.” He offered, taking your hands in his. It made you shiver. Why were they so frigid? Your mind told you to decline, to pull your hands away and just run. Yet your heart said otherwise, everything about his eyes, his smile, his..face. It was all so beautiful, so alluring, so secure, so..familiar. It was practically impossible for you to decline.

 You were hanging onto his every word. “I’d love to go out with you, Damien." You answered, smiling at him. You exchanged numbers and parted ways for the time being, but you just couldn’t wait to see him again. 

You entered the manor giggling while texting on your phone. Your joy faded when you were met with Mark looking at you. His face was a mix of concern and disappointment. “Where have you been for the past half an hour? You said you were going to help out but you just disappeared. Plus you’ve been acting weird since you got here and avoiding me.” You frowned. “Is it your business?” You questioned, glaring at him. “..What? I guess not but it’d be nice to know at least. Look, whatever's going on, you can tell me. We’re still friends.” Mark said, his tone becoming reassuring. 

“Oh please, don’t act like you still care, Mr. big-shot YouTube star.” Mark's eyes widened a bit. “Is that what this is about? You’re being dramatic." You shoved him aside. “I don’t wanna hear it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a date to get to.” You said, looking at your phone again as you started walking past him. 

Mark took a glance at the profile picture of whoever you were texting. His face paled. “Look, I’m sorry if I made you feel left out or anything of the sort. But I don’t think you should go on that date." You ignored him and just continued walking upstairs.

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Mark stood nervously, thinking about what he should do. There was no way he’d found his way back again, right? He put his hands into his pocket and his expression paled. Everything in there was gone, except his phone. 

But how the hell- the apprentice.

Please send in more requests I need something that's not homework to do

If you do poly stuff, maybe a cute date between Dark, Anti, and the reader? If not, just a date with one or the other is great. Enjoy your stuff. :)

Date night (Darkiplier x Reader x Antisepticeye)

(I'm so sorry this took so long I've been busy, I tried my best and I hope you like it!)

"̷I̷'̷m̷ ̷n̷̷o̷̷t̷ ̷g̷̷o̷̷n̷̷n̷a̷ ̷f̷̷o̷̷c̷̷k̷̷i̷̷n̷' ̷g̷̷e̷̷t̷ ̷d̷̷r̷̷e̷̷s̷̷s̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷i̷̷n̷ ̷s̷̷o̷̷m̷̷e̷ ̷s̷̷t̷̷u̷̷f̷̷f̷̷y̷ ̷s̷̷u̷̷i̷̷t̷ ̷j̷̷u̷̷s̷̷t̷ ̷t̷̷o̷ ̷b̷̷e̷ ̷s̷̷i̷̷t̷ ̷i̷̷n̷ a̷̷n̷ ̷u̷̷n̷̷c̷̷o̷̷m̷̷f̷̷o̷̷r̷̷t̷a̷̷b̷̷l̷̷e̷ ̷f̷a̷̷n̷̷c̷̷y̷ ̷f̷̷o̷̷c̷̷k̷̷i̷̷n̷' ̷p̷̷l̷a̷̷c̷̷e̷ ̷f̷̷o̷̷r̷ ̷w̷̷h̷̷o̷ ̷k̷̷n̷̷o̷̷w̷̷s̷ ̷h̷̷o̷̷w̷ ̷l̷̷o̷̷n̷̷g̷, ̷P̷̷l̷̷u̷̷s̷ ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷ ̷k̷̷n̷̷o̷̷w̷ ̷h̷̷o̷̷w̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷o̷̷s̷̷e̷ ̷s̷̷t̷̷u̷̷p̷̷i̷̷d̷ ̷d̷̷r̷̷e̷̷s̷̷s̷ ̷c̷̷o̷̷l̷̷l̷a̷̷r̷̷s̷ ̷c̷̷h̷a̷̷f̷̷e̷ a̷̷t̷ ̷m̷̷y̷ ̷n̷̷e̷̷c̷̷k̷! ̷W̷̷h̷̷y̷ ̷c̷a̷̷n̷'̷t̷ ̷w̷̷e̷ ̷d̷̷o̷ ̷s̷̷o̷̷m̷̷e̷̷t̷̷h̷̷i̷̷n̷' ̷s̷̷i̷̷m̷̷p̷̷l̷̷e̷?" Anti asked, glitching aggressively. Dark merely rolled his eyes at the glitch demon. "Because date night should be classy, it's special. It isn't some casual every other day type of evening. The perfect date night is a formal dinner at a refined restaurant." The monochrome demon stated, fixing the lapels of his suit. "But I wouldn't expect an imbecile such as yourself to understand what class is.

""̷O̷̷H̷ ̷I̷'̷L̷̷L̷ ̷S̷̷H̷̷O̷̷W̷ ̷Y̷̷A̷ ̷W̷̷H̷̷O̷̷S̷ ̷I̷̷M̷̷B̷̷E̷̷C̷̷I̷̷L̷̷E̷ ̷Y̷̷O̷̷U̷ ̷F̷̷O̷̷C̷̷K̷̷I̷̷N̷' ̷E̷̷D̷̷G̷̷E̷̷L̷̷O̷̷R̷̷D̷!" Anti lunged at Dark as you sighed, looking up from your phone.

"Why don't we watch a movie?" You suggested. Your boyfriends turned their gaze to you. "..Can it be horror?" Anti asked, slowly taking his knife away from Darks neck. "I suppose I can settle for a film." Dark said, appearing on the couch beside you. "̷I̷'̷M̷ ̷P̷̷I̷̷C̷̷K̷̷I̷̷N̷'!!" Anti glitched to the other side of the couch, grabbing the remote from the table. He scrolled through multiple movies before eagerly settling on Terrifer 2.

"Could we pick something with less..bloody?" You suggested, Anti didn't seem to care since he played the movie anyways. You had quite a few moments gripping onto the arms of whichever one of them was closest to you, which they went positively crazy over. You leaned backwards, smiling at your boyfriends. You'd enjoyed the movie much more than you anticipated. Nothing could be a more perfect way to end the night.

(I hope you enjoyed this, I tried my best)

Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x GN! Reader x Darkiplier) -Part 1

(Semi-inspired by this fic)

You sat at your desk, fingers tapping against the keyboard. Your mind wasn't focused on your work in the slightest. Your phone buzzed with a notification from instagram, bored out of your mind and curious you picked it up and unlocked it, tapping the notification. What you saw caused you to drop your phone onto the ground, cracking the screen protector. In the livestream was Jackie, or his hero persona 'Jackieboy Man' at some swanky party. Now you understood why he never showed up like he'd promised.

Usually you'd brush it off as part of his 'hero duties' but this time was unacceptable. Just a few days before, you'd been nominated for a prize after submitting some of your art into a competition and Jackie had promised to celebrate with you at your favorite coffee shop, but evidently being a fuckboy was more important to him. You frowned, a sting of hurt rising up in your chest. You stood up and grabbed your coat, deciding against locking the door to your apartment while leaving for the coffee shop nearby.

You were mad at Jackie sure, but that didn't mean he should sit out in the cold. You were still friends. Right? God how you hated how you felt whenever Jackie called you his friend. You felt so much more for him than he would ever for you, and it hurt.

You sighed, sitting down at a table while you waited for your drink to cool down. You felt so ignored by him. Nowadays it was like he cared more about being famous than he did about your friendship, it made you miss the earlier days of his heroing career when he'd actually make time to hang out. It wasn't like that anymore though, was it? The only time you really got to spend any time with him was for healing his wounds and fixing his costume if it got ripped.

"My apologies for bothering you, but is this seat taken?"

I might like die of like death if I don't get another request soon

Maybe a little werewolf Dark? Maybe helping him through what he can’t tell is either a chronic pain flare or a full moon coming soon? Either way, his body doesn’t like him and he is ouch. Scritches for the wolf man to make him feel better.

Pains

(I LOOOVE WRITING FOR THESE TYPES OF CREATURES! Tysm to @mothgodofchaos for helping me out with some details)

Dark entered your shared room, looking moody and incredibly exhausted. His hair was unkempt and all over the place, Despite how incredibly hot it looked on him, something was up. Dark would never let his hair get that messed up. Dark approached your shared bed and just face planted down onto a pillow. "Hi honey, you doing good?" You asked, putting your phone away and looking down at your boyfriend. "..No. I appreciate you asking though." You ran your fingers through his hair. "You wanna talk about what's bothering you, or are you going to just lay there like the edgelord you are?" A small sound akin to purring reverberated from him in response.

Dark then turned his gaze to you, he looked incredibly tired and his eyeliner was smudged. "It's merely a bit of pain, nothing big." He then moved himself closer to you, putting his head on your lap. "Is it werewolf related or just the normal flare up?" You asked, continuing to play with his hair. "I'm unsure." He replied before re-adjusting himself to have you leaning against him instead of the other way around. "Do you need anything? Where does it hurt?"

"My bad leg and my neck, but it's fine dearest. Your presence is enough to make me feel better." He said, picking up your hand and kissing the back of it. "If you need anything at all, I want you to tell me. I don't want to find you on the floor in pain again." You told him, combing your fingers through his disheveled hair. "I'm fine my love, as long as you're with me I have nothing to worry about." You just sighed and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you so much, Damien."

"I love you so much more, my little monster."

We doing demon boy vs hero boy

My favorite thing in Darkiplier fanfics is hin being like pulled by his tie to kiss his partner or spouse

It's been forever since I wrote smut, it's been like 5 fucking years since I last wrote smut. Btw please give me requests i'm going crazy trying to like do my darkiplier series', so like requests, also for some reason every time I DO get a request or find some super good ideas some terrible occurrence happens to me that prevents me from writing. Anyways my bff wants to fight a squid for dominance, should I let her fight it or like stop her (she'd prolly start fighting me instead)

Welcome Home (Darkiplier x reader) Part 5- A date gone Dark

(TWs: Mentions of drugging,Manipulation, Forced kiss, Yandere behaviour if you squint. Dead dove do not eat I think?)

You entered your room and sat down on the floor, slamming the door behind you. You were beyond upset at Mark, he’d been cancelling out on your get togethers for years now but the moment you did? Suddenly it was wrong.

Mark was allowed to push you aside and replace you as much as he wanted. Merely thinking about it caused you to clench your fists incredibly hard. But no more, no longer were you going to deal with that bullshit. Damien would never do such a thing to y- Wait, why are you thinking about Damien? Your argument with Mark had nothing to do with him. Maybe Mark was right. Going on this date might be a bad ide- Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through your head, followed by a piercing ringing in your ears that made you squeeze your eyes shut.. You groaned and held your head in pain, stretching out your legs. You blinked once it stopped, feeling lightheaded. What were you thinking about?

Oh yes, Damien. You felt like you could go on for hours about how sweet he’s been to you. “You deserve somebody who won’t take you for granted..Somebody who could give you the world..” He’d told you. You didn’t want to think about Damien too much, but he just kept invading your mind, taking hold of it with his sweet words or his smooth voice. 

Your foot suddenly made contact with something, a deck of tarot cards. It piqued your curiosity so you picked it up and shuffled the deck before spreading it out. You picked up the first card, turning it over to reveal the seven of swords.

Deception.

You shakily place it down before picking up your second tarot.

The Devil.

The creature in the illustration looming over a chained subordinate kneeling to him. The room felt colder and the strange scar on your wrist started to burn again.

With a shaky hand you picked up your final tarot.

The moon.

Something was lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right time to pounce.

The pain jolted through your body again, and in a moments notice you've suddenly found yourself fully dressed for your date. You take a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of apprehension before meeting Damien. You couldn’t back out on him now. It’d be rude. What was the worst that could happen anyway? 

You entered the restaurant with Damien, taking in its magnificent glamour. You’d only really seen places like this in your dreams or just passing by. Damien pulled out a chair for you and smiled gentlemanly at you while you sat down. His charming demeanor made you melt inside while making you uncomfortable at the same time.

Damien sat in front of you, smiling charmingly while he poured wine for the 2 of you. You smiled at him. “I’m so glad I chose to come out here with you. It really takes my mind off the whole situation I had with Mark.” You said, taking a sip of the wine. It tasted odd and much more..bitter than it should be. You took another sip to confirm you weren’t imagining it. Damien smiled at you. “Of course. Anything for you. I could take you to the places you want to go..” Suddenly, your vision started to blur and you felt drowsy.

Your head started to hurt.

“I can especially take you to the places you don’t want to go..” Damiens grin turned sinister. You quickly shoved your hands into your pockets and made an attempt to call Mark with whatever remained of your strength. Damien stalked towards you. “There is nothing that you, Or he could ever do to stop me. You’re powerless now, little mouse..” He grabbed your chin forcefully and pulled you into a rough kiss. “Don’t worry, mon amour. You’ll never leave me again..” A quiet cry of panic escaped your lips before everything went dark.

My personal nonsensical headcanon abt Dark is that he owns a pet cat that's somehow like demonic by association bc like when he's Dark it's a blob of void but when he's Damien it's a tuxedo kitty. The kitty is technically named Damien Jr., but is addressed as Dames. Also, the cat mimicks whatever he does

Cover art for a fic I'm planning out, artwork is inspired by @mothgodofchaos

Illinois Jones & the quest for the shadow sapphire -PROLOUGE

Dark gazed at the gates of the manor from his window Perhaps he should've gotten an actually competent underling to retrieve his item.. Suddenly the door to his office swung open. "Oh, You're still alive? I'd started to think a pack of wolves had mauled you. No matter. Do you have what I asked for?" He quipped, turning to face the thief before him. A small sack was thrown onto the desk, startling the sleeping cat out of its slumber atop some paperwork. "Oh now look what you've done, you scared Dames." Dark sat down in his chair and petted his cat assuringly as he emptied the sack. A small gorgeous sapphire ring fell onto the desk. The stone on top of it was a shimmering cerulean with black accents and it rested on a silver band with a gorgeous engraving of what looked to be a new moon. The thief glanced at the cat who hissed angrily at him, he turned his gaze back to Dark. "So, do I get my payment?" Dark raised an eyebrow. "What are you going to do with money? You're not exactly alive." The thief clenched his fists. "You know damn well I'm talking about my soul." He grumbled, placing his hands on the demons desk. "Oh yes..Your soul. About that, There's been.. a change of plans." A smirk overtook the eldritch demons face as he watched the thiefs expression change from frustration to panic. "What do you mean..?" The thief asked, cautiously stepping away from the desk. "I've decided you won't be receiving it after all." Shadows started to rise from the corners and slowly coil themselves around the limbs of the thief. "Why are you doing this?! I thought we had a deal! You promised!" He shouted as the shadows started dragging him down. "Think of it this way, I'm putting your talents to good use instead of letting you waste them on petty gas station robberies. Now, Get out of my sight." With a flick of his wrist, the thief was dragged into the shadows, it happened so quick that Dark could've barely noticed he was even there in the first place. "Well then, time to attend to more important matters.." He said, grabbing a pen and starting to write a letter.

'To Illinois'

Illinois Jones & The quest for the shadow sapphire - Part 1

(Based on this fanfiction)

Illinois spun around in his swivel chair, throwing darts on the wall. Each one of them landing everywhere except the board, he huffed and started to aim his last dart with the utmost focus. A loud, sudden knock at his front door caused him to miss his almost perfect shot, the dart falling next to a picture on his desk. The knocking only got heavier. "Hold your fuckin' horses, I'm comin." This mysterious person had clearly never heard of being patient. Illinois quickly ran down the stairs of his home, once he approached the door the knocking had ceased which made him curious. Considering whoever was there before seemed like they were about to turn the door into wood chips. Illinois cautiously opened the door and looked out, On his doorstep was a newspaper clipping stapled to a sealed envelope. He picked it up and brought it inside, he picked up the article clipping. 'VINTAGE RING STOLEN FROM AUCTION' this was definitely interesting. It seemed like this was a retrieval mission, and he knew just the person to contact.

Till Death (Darkiplier x reader) -PROLOGUE

(I got bored and decided to watch Wandavision and I got an interesting idea)

TW: MENTION OF BRAINWASHING??

You stood in the kitchen, humming to a song on the record player while you prepared something special for Damien. He'd been working late for weeks on end and he always seemed to come home incredibly tired, so you'd hoped by making him his favorite dessert he might feel a bit better.

You poured the batter into the pan and picked it up, heading towards the oven. Neither you nor the batter made it to the oven due to sudden whispers overwhelming your senses. They felt so near, so familiar.

You knew this voice, but from where? Your surroundings went dark and the pan dropped from your hands, clattering onto the ground. A small light at the end of the hallway beckoning you towards it, the closer you got towards it the louder the whispers got. You soon found yourself standing before a dusty old cracked mirror, it made you feel uneasy. The whispers got clearer, and you realized it was giggling which made you raise an eyebrow. There shouldn't be anyone else in the home except for you..But it couldn't be coming from the mirror, could it? You ran your fingers across the jagged shards of the mirror and gazed into it, expecting to find your reflection amidst all the dust it had collected over the years. But instead, you found a shadowy silhouette staring right back at you. You shrieked and backed away from the mirror, causing the voice to laugh even more.

"I really shouldn't find this so amusing..Yet it's difficult not to.. Tell me, what has he done to you?" The shadow asked, tilting their head. "I-I don't know what you mean! Who are you?!" You shouted at it, continuing to back away.

"If you let me out I'll tell you!" The shadow offered eagerly, grinning from ear to ear. Before you could respond though, a cold pair of hands pulled you out from the shadows.

You awoke with a start, finding Damien sitting beside you. Your head was hurting so badly..

"Damien..?" You mumbled weakly, sitting up and rubbing your head. He turned to you quickly. "Oh darling, you're awake! I was so worried! I found you lying unconscious on the kitchen floor, thankfully you weren't bleeding. Tell me, do you feel alright?" He put his hand on your cheek and smiled lovingly at you, but something about him was off..

"Damien, why are your hands so cold..?"