There's one more chapter after this??

"Is there anything I can do? I literally mean anything. I want to protect Jack at all costs." Ethan was practically begging at that point, desperate to save his friend. He was willing to- very literally- go through hell for his friends. Anti groaned at the mention of his 'pathetic' human, digging the knife deeper into Ethan's arm. He cried out as the blood dripped to the floor, creating a small puddle on the ground. All the demon wanted to do was hurt Ethan, not have a long, meaningful conversation about helping someone. Demons were not meant to help. They were meant to hurt.

"There is one thing. If I tell you will you shut up?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Please."

"Okay. The only thing you can do to stop us from hurting your precious friend is to give us your soul..."

Ethan definitely had not expected that. He tensed up, not believing his ears.

"For our lifetime. If you do that, you 'die' in the human world and gain a form in the demon world. You don't become a demon, just a human in the demon world that me and Dark will own until we both die."

"What happens to Blank if I do that?"

"I don't know, okay? It's only really a legend thing and no one knows if it works so... just stop asking about it." Anti seemed slightly irritated by Ethan's constant curiosity so Ethan didn't push it any harder. He just sighed as disappointment flooded him and replaced the tiny bit of hope that had formed.

Anti slashed the knife over Ethan's arm again, making the younger gasp loudly. He was crying hot tears that were mixing with the red and falling to the floor. He was in excruciating pain- both mentally and physically so what could he lose by asking one more question?

"Anti," He choked out. Anti's response was not what you'd expect of any human; it was to press the knife into Ethan's throat. "How do I give you my soul?"

"You're still going on about that?"

"Yes, I am. Answer my question..."

"Why should I? You're just an annoying-"

"Anti, please. If I give you my soul, it will benefit both of us..." He let out a gasp as the knife was pushed harder into his skin. "I mean, you'll get someone to torture you and- and- and I can save my friend."

"I know. Sounds good to me, honestly."

"So... tell me? What do I do?"

Anti's knife then fell to the floor, making a loud clang as it did so. He backed up a little, his arms going limp against his side and his fringe falling over his eyes as he stared at the ground. He twitched. "I don't know, okay? I have no idea. It's just some legend we talk about in the demon world and who's to say there's any truth to it? It's probably all fiction."

"Oh."

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I can't help you here. Now quit with the questions so we can back to what we were doing."

Ethan stiffened but let Anti hurt him without mercy. He slashed at the younger's bare arms and grinned when blood dripped to the floor. He even went as far as to lick his lips with a hungry look in his eyes. Tears slipped out of Ethan's eyes that were scrunched shut because he was in so much pain and he couldn't do anything about it. He was doing it for Jack.

"If he survived the pain, Jack wouldn't have to." He kept repeating over and over in his head. He knew what he was doing was going to benefit his friend so he didn't even scream as Anti's slashes got much quicker and harder.