I hate the start of this chapter but trust me it gets better >:)

"Hello there." Seán grinned, hugging Anti as if they were actually friends. Anti pushed him away and let out a sad cry.

"I've lost everyone," He muttered. "Because of you."

"That is not what happened. It's not my fault you're so annoying, right?" The look on Anti's face quickly morphed from desperation to... fury.

"It kind of is. You created me."

"And I can destroy you, you know. So watch what you say."

"This is all your fault. I am no happier like this! All this has done is made me happier around my friends but as soon as I fall asleep, I'm haunted by the past. I might as well become a demon again!"

"And murder more innocent people? Is that what you want? To see them cry and to watch their families break down?"

"No! I just want to stop feeling!"

"No can do, Anti. This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be happy. To stop mourning over all of those innocent people you killed..."

"No!"

"Yes? You asked for this... or would you rather you died?"

"Please don't kill me." Anti's eyes widened as he looked up at his creator, suddenly more afraid than angry.

"What do you want then?"

"To be a demon again! To not feel anymore!"

Seán let out a loud huff, turning away as the room around them morphed into an alley way. Dark was standing there, pressing someone harshly into a wall with a knife against their neck. The man beneath the knife was young and he was screaming for help whilst struggling against Dark's grip. Dark was laughing a sick laugh, dragging the knife against the victim's skin so that blood seeped out of the wound.

"You want this monster to be your boyfriend again?" Seán asked. Both watched as Dark let the man's body fall limp to the floor. Dark let out a satisfied huff and pocketed his bloody knife.

"Yes! Because I loved him!"

The room changed into another scene. That time a hospital. A bed was lying not far from Seán and Anti and Anti's limp body was clearly laying in it.

"Time of death: 9:32pm." Henrik's figure turned away from the bed and the two spectators.

"He gave up on you so easily. You want him to be your friend when he clearly doesn't care?"

"I do! He does care. He tried so hard and-"

"He gave up on you. Just like all of your others friends did."

Anti was crying and he hadn't realised it yet. He desperately wanted to go back to the time when he had no worries and could feel no empathy.

They were in the middle of a street, watching Anti and the others take Anti back home after he was discharged. Both Chase and Henrik had their arms around the demon and they were all laughing at something stupid. Anti's smile practically reached his eyes and he just looked so happy. Even Chase looked over the moon; his eyes were sparkling but not with tears, with happiness. It was very rare for Anti to see him so happy since he had been through a lot with his ex-wife.

"They're all so happy with the new you and you know they are."

"They're not..." Anti whispered but he wasn't too sure of himself.

"Remember this?" Seán clicked his fingers and suddenly they were standing in Chase's bedroom. Chase was sitting on his bed, downing a bottle of some sort of alcohol. The old version of Anti hit the bottle out of his friend's hand, not caring when it fell on the carpet.

"Chase, what the fuck are you doing? You're getting absolutely nowhere by drowning your problems in alcohol. If anything, you're creating another stupid problem. This is so pathetic and weak of you! Man up for once, will you? Stacy fucking left you, and she doesn't love you, I get it but stop wallowing in your self pity! Drinking won't bring her back so how about you stop acting so pathetic and quit feeling sorry for yourself!" Anti was glitching as he spoke.

Anti missed that (the glitching not hurting Chase).

Tears were streaming down Chase's cheeks as he pulled his knees to his chest and hugged them tight. Anti felt so sorry for his friend but old Anti didn't seem to care about the terrible state he was in. "Where do you keep it?" Chase had shook his head, scrunching his eyes shut. "Tell me you little shit!"

"Not exactly the way you should deal with a friend's depression, right? It would have been so much better if Jackieboy Man or another ego had found him and gave him the comfort he needed..." Seán mumbled, twirling around on his feet to face Anti who was staring at the scene in shock. He looked defeated as he suddenly realised how much of a monster he truly was.

Everything faded back to its usual black.

"So... Human," Seán held out one hand. "Or demon," He held out the other. "I think the answer's obvious."

"I think so too..." Anti whispered, falling to his knees. He buried his head in his hands as the tears fell rapidly down his cheeks. Seán was watching him as he fell, enjoying every moment. He thought the man was about to give in to what Seán wanted. He thought he was going to accept himself as a human and stop hurting people. In no way did Seán want others to be harmed, especially if he had some control over it. He wasn't forcing the decision on Anti to hurt him, he was doing it to prioritise others and keep people safe. Despite his good intentions, Seán smirked and found himself actually enjoying making the other uncomfortable. "Demon."

Seán's eyebrows raised in surprise and he backed up a little, going silent as he composed himself. Out of all the outcomes he had considered, that was the one he expected the least. "You're not thinking about this. Your demon self made so many people unhappy. He was annoying and rude and he murdered so many innocent people. Everyone else is so much better off if you remain a human."

"That's not true. They miss me."

"They don't, Anti. Get it through your head, they hate you."

Anti's fists clenched at his sides and he had an undeniable urge to throw a punch at Seán's face. It made him grin because... was he coming back? The urge to cause violence had disappeared for so long that he had almost forgotten what it felt like. It was amazing. It made him feel strong and powerful.

"They don't hate me. I may be annoying but I'm me. I was created to cause pain and be violent and I shouldn't have to change for you. Being a demon is so much more thrilling too... I mean, who wants to be happy all the time? That's boring!" Anti held out his hand and his signature blade appeared out of thin air. He smirked to himself, a smirk that had not made an appearance in too long. His fingers laced around the weapon and it was at that point he realised how terrified Seán looked.

"You're making a mistake. You will realise how much you hurt people and then you'll come running back to me, begging for me to make you a human again."

Anti's response was a loud cackle. He watched with a grin when the hand around his knife glitched. He lunged towards Seán who was caught off guard since he hadn't expected it. Anti knocked Seán off of his feet and immediately had his knife against his throat. Anti then decided to drag the moment out for as long as possible. He was going to make the fight as enjoyable as he could.

"Anti! Please don't do this... You know how harrowing it is to have someone's death on your hands... Remember Natasha's mother? She was so broken hearted and distraught. Her daughter would never become a doctor and potentially save-" Seán was cut off as Anti swiped the blade across the skin, making him gasp out. He couldn't continue talking because he was too entranced in the liquid seeping out of the wound. It wasn't going to kill Seán because he had so many more plans for the man.

"Do you know why I love being a demon so much?" Anti got onto his feet after rolling off of Seán and cracked his knuckles. The look in Seán's eyes was something Anti would never forget (but for a good reason). He looked petrified as he moved one of his hands to his neck with a pathetic attempt to cut off the bleeding. His hand was shaking so violently that it was almost a blur and that just fuelled Anti even further.

Anti finally felt like he had his power back. He no longer felt weak or light, he felt normal and so damn good. He grinned, snapping his fingers and transporting to behind Seán, knowing he wouldn't dare turn his neck. He crept up behind the human and ruffled his hair. "Seán, I love being a demon because of the rush. Every time I see the colour red, I yearn to see even more. I want my hands to be red because that stuff is like a drug to me. It feels so good. No amount of blood is ever enough."

"Anti, the- the families... you're hurting them..." Seán's voice was quiet because his throat was making it next to impossible to get words out. Anti put his head right up to Seán's ear so that the man could feel his breath on the side of his head.

"Good."

"What if someone hurt Chase? Marvin? JJ-"

"No one will get to them. If they do, I'll just have more people to call victims."

"That's not my point. Do- Do you not understand what it would be like to- to lose someone close?"

"I do understand. I just don't give a fuck." Anti transported back in front of Seán and cut the man's shirt with the end of his blade.

"You're evil, you're- you're-"

"A demon?"

"You don't- You don't want this!"

"You don't know what I want." Anti then pulled back the knife before thrusting it forward, right into Seán's chest. The man gasped, his breathing ragged as blood profusely seeped out of the wound. As the demon looked closer, he realised Seán was crying. Wet tears were streaming down his face and Anti loved it.

Taking a moment to look down at his bloody hands and then back at the dying man, he grinned widely. He had done that. He had caused Seán such excruciating pain. And it was the best kill he had ever got. "I choose demon, Seán. Demon." He muttered as his once emerald eyes became a darker black. With a click of his fingers, he transported back to the other egos, the familiar craving for violence back in his veins.

AHHH I LOVE THE ENDING

THERE IS AN EPILOGUE BY THE WAY! It will be up on Friday.