It was just like any other day at Ego Inc.
Once the meeting had prematurely ended after it, once again, failed to yield any effective results, everybody had retreated back to their quarters.
You, however, were walking down the hallway, humming a small tune as you made your way back to Dark's office. In your hands was a hot and steaming cup of black coffee, which he had requested that you bring to him, considering that he didn't sleep too well prior to today's meeting...or so he claimed.
'Do demons even need sleep?' Your mind pondered at this thought, but you then shook your head. 'Eh, demon or not, everyone needs their boost now and then.'
Resuming your humming, it wasn't too long before you reached his office. You knocked gently on the tall, black door. "Dark? It's me. I have your coffee."
Oddly enough, you didn't get any response.
So you knocked a bit louder the second time, just in case he didn't hear you before. "Dark? You in there?"
Now you did get a response this time, however...it was in the form of shaky breaths and small whimpers of pain. You blinked in surprise, worry forming a knot in your stomach as you gripped the doorknob. "Hey, is everything alri-?""
But when you opened the door, you nearly dropped the cup in your hand when you saw the state of the room.
It was like a tornado had touched down inside of it: there were papers, ripped up and crumbled up all over the floor, holes in the walls that appeared as though somebody had punched them, a shattered lamp on the floor as well.
And in the middle of it all was Dark, who was sitting behind the desk, hunched over with his head buried into his hands. Even his usually neat hair and suit were a hot mess...just like the rest of his office was.
You jumped a bit, almost spilling the drink once more as he suddenly snapped his head up, his dark eyes wide and terrified. But once he realized it was only you, he relaxed a little, before drawing in a deep, shuddering breath. "O-Oh..it's..only you.." He mumbled, his face settling into a frown as he brushed his unkempt bangs to the side. "Just...leave the coffee-"
"Dark..what happened?" Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you entered, setting the coffee down next to the door. "Why's your office like this? And..and who is Will-?"
"J-Just..leave, please.." Dark turned his head away from you, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth together.
He didn't want you to see him like this...
Not while their loud voices, filled with anger and anguish, were pounding against every inch of his skull, nearly drowning out your soft, gentle voice entirely.
One was screaming for you to get out and leave them alone...
The other was crying for you to stay and help them in their despair...
And the final one was silent, knowing that it had no choice in the matter...
Feeling a hand on his shoulder, Dark glanced over, flinching back as he saw that you were now seated next to him, having taken the chair in front of his desk.
"Dark, I'm not gonna just walk out like there isn't anything wrong.." You frowned slightly at him, taking your hand off his shoulder. "...you can tell me..it's okay. I promise, whatever you say will not leave this room. I swear it."
The demon stared back at you, blinking slowly, as he debated on whether or not to tell you. For the longest time now, you and him have been on good terms. You'd always stop by his office to deliver him coffee, talk to him about various subjects, or simply sit in silence and allow him to vent his frustrations over the lack of progress he and the Ipliers were making to you.
Above all else, though, you were the first human being he would actually consider as....a friend.
But could he really confide in you about his past? For all he knows..it could scare-
He shook his head, clearing that thought.
No..you would listen. You always did, no matter what.
You didn't break promises..... unlike Mark.
"A-Alright. I'll tell you. It's a very long story but....I need to get it off my chest and-"
"It's okay, Dark," you reassured him, a tiny smile on your face. "Just take your time."
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he did open his mouth to speak, but it was at that moment that everything came crashing down at once....as instead his head fell into his hands once more, his body now wracking with dry, heartbroken sobs.
Your smile faded in an instant as you stared at him with wide eyes.
Never in your life have you seen the usually calm and collected ego break down like this.
Dark then poured his entire heart out to you, explaining how he was created after a poker night gone horribly wrong, how Mark had tricked everybody and turned them against each other, how the Colonel, aka Wilford, went mad and shot him, and how he was now two people: Mayor Damien and Celine--two, tortured, broken souls starving for vengeance..and for a life they won't ever get back.
What was even worse, he told you, was that the pair was always fighting...always, and it made him wish there was something he could do to stop it.
After listening to his tragic tale, you nearly started crying yourself, not realizing why he was so hellbent on getting revenge on Mark after all these years until now...
It wasn't because he had ignored him...but because he had betrayed them, taking their trust and shattering it into tiny pieces. And now they made him into this...this broken shell of a man, fueled by nothing more than sheer heartbreak.
Once he had finished, you said nothing. You were unsure of what to say to him exactly, but the one thing you did know was that he needed comfort now more than ever.
Scooting your chair closer, you slowly wrapped your arms around Dark, drawing him into your embrace. At first you were a little scared that he was going to push you away or snap at you. But instead he almost immediately returned the hug, resting his head against your chest as tears poured from his eyes, finally letting out all of the pain he had kept bottled up for so long.
All the while, you simply hushed him, combing your fingers through his raven locks and letting your warmth console him.
You've learned that sometimes..silence was better than words.
Suddenly, you felt his body glitch, and you found yourself now holding a crying woman. She was dressed in black and was glowing red. 'This must be Celine..' You thought, but nevertheless still comforted her, rubbing her back in a soothing manner.
Then she glitched, too, and you felt the weight against you increase. This time it was a man in a tuxedo, with slicked-back hair and a blue aura surrounding him, in your arms. 'And this is Damien...'
"Th-Thank you [y/n]..." The mayor wept in a soft, gentle, and echoing voice, embracing you even tighter. "..th-thank you for listening t-to us..."
"You're welcome.." You replied back, brushing your lips against his hairline before giving him a gentle kiss. "I..I'm so sorry about what happened to you guys.....you didn't deserve this...none of you did."
Damien sniffled lightly in response, before sitting up, although he still kept his arms wrapped around you. "It's..it's alright. This is the way things are now. We can't change it. But..now you know-"
"-the truth." His body glitched back to Celine, who had a sad, teary smile on her face. "We..we've been hiding this from the others for so long that we just..needed to tell someone about it-"
"-even if it only took a little bit of the pain away." You were met with Damien once more.
With a small sigh, you managed to give him a smile of your own. "Well..thank you guys for trusting me. But..is there anything else I could do for you?"
He shook his head. "You've done more than enough for us."
"But we'll be...alright," Celine spoke now. "Thank you again, [y/n]."
You nodded in understanding, giving her one last hug before her body glitched and Dark was finally back to normal.
With a deep sigh he pulled away from your embrace, and you let go of him as well. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes tiredly before he dropped his arm and stared up at the ceiling.
"You okay, Dark?"
The demon glanced at you, nodding his head slowly, although you could see that there was the ghost of a small smile on his face.
For the first time in years..the voices have gone quiet, and he welcomed the blissful silence.