Bleed the Tears

by D-chan

Warnings: demons, language, darkness, rape, abuse, shounen ai/yaoi/slash (boy/boy relationships), shotacon (male/male relationships involving one or more young boys)

Prologue

It was hard to move. Hard to breathe. His feet were sore, scraped, and bloody. Hell, his entire body was sore and bloody. Bruises adorned his childish features. His eyes were downcast as he refused to look anyone in the eye, knowing what would happen. They would stare. Their lips would curl in distaste. They would mock him. He got enough of that without being taunted for his unusual eye colour, thank you very much.

He managed to make it to the cell without collapsing, but the moment the heavy metal slammed shut he couldn't help but lean against the wall and sink to the floor. He could hear shrieks and screams all over the place. He clamped his hands over his ears, grinding his teeth together painfully. His claws scratched a bruise behind his large, pointed ear, but he stifled the small whimper of pain. He just wanted it to stop! The pain, the screaming, the noises... he wanted it to go away...

But it would never stop. It never stopped here.

He hated it. He wanted out.

The small creature curled up on the ground, gradually becoming used to the crying sounds that echoed in the dark halls. It was hell -- no, literally, this was Hell -- but he could get through it. Once he was old enough...

"You! The abnormal brat! Get up!"

He looked up wearily, furious at the prickling sensation behind his eyes. He couldn't cry; it was stupid and weak and foolish to cry. He wanted to ask what the damn fool wanted, but knew better. The small teenager got to his feet, walking up to the bars separating him from the demon outside.

Strange... he wasn't considered a demon, even though in every sense he was. The trademark long, pointed ears were there, as was the long, sharp-ended tail. He had claws and fangs, though they weren't as sharp as they could be. No, sharpening them now would be dangerous. Only They got that privilege, and he wasn't one of Them.

The demon outside smirked. He was of "normal" breed; his skin was a pale, fleshy colour, his hair was long and braided, red with thick, bright orange streaks. His tail was coloured like his hair; long and wide and deep red in colour, with the sharp end a blinding orange point. His eyes, in contrast, were a dull brown, nothing remarkable. Of course, a "proper" demon wasn't supposed to have remarkable eyes...

The cell door clanged open, making the boy flinch. The echoing noise gave him a headache, and his head -- his body -- already throbbed with soreness and lethargy.

The demon boy yelped when the chains attached to the thick metal band around his neck were yanked. Hard. "Come on, you fucking queer little brat."

He stumbled because of his exhaustion, and it was getting harder and harder to hold tears back. As they left the basement chambers and emerged into a dank hallway. The stones were wet; it was probably raining heavily outside.

Older demons milled about; scantily clad females, broad-shouldered males; gray eyes, brown eyes, black eyes; green and gold hair, black and silver, red and white... all normal. All the same, and yet different. They turned their eyes to him, smirking, sneering, because he was the abnormal one. He looked too human. Despite the claws and ears and fangs and tail, he was too human for their tastes.

Bright coloured eyes shifted up. He cause a glimpse of two demons talking. One was a full grown demoness -- typical brown eyes; thick, curly green hair with streaks of deep blue -- who glanced his way to give him a look of utter distaste. The young man talking to her didn't even look his way; gray eyes seemed focused on the demoness, and long fingers toyed with very long, tightly bound blue and lavender hair.

The demon boy looked determinedly at the ground, trying to ignore them. He tried to ignore the hot tears that somehow managed to escape his eyes. He didn't need their contempt. He didn't want it. He just wanted whatever was going to happen to hurry up and get itself over with.

And so, in the end, he found himself standing in a cramped room, before a sexy demoness that had to be at least ten times his age.

She pursed her red lips at him. "Small," she decided. "Scrawny..." Scoffing, she looked at the demon that had brought him. "This is the best you can offer me?"

"The others are worse; sicker," the demon replied calmly. "Or they're losing their minds. This runt is amazing; five times today, and he has yet to cry even once."

The demoness snapped her clawed fingers. "Come here, boy," she barked.

His expression sullen and reluctant, the boy stepped forward. His slightly rounded face was firmly grasped with demon claws as the woman peered critically at him. "Not quite," she said, smiling in satisfaction. "Fresh tearstains."

"The only ones you'll find, I'm sure," the demon behind the boy said, not sounding too surprised.

"Right," she agreed. "He will do."

The demon boy knew better than to cry out as the door clicked shut behind him. The demoness leaned back on her thick pillows, adjusting herself so that she would look attractive. The boy was not impressed; he honestly didn't care for anyone in that way. Sex was a turn-off nowadays.

"First," she said, her full lips curving into a smirk, revealing delicately pointed fangs. "I want you to kneel before me. Do it!"

He collapsed to his knees, the carpet burning his already sore skin.

"Crawl," she ordered. He did so. "Now..." She leaned over the side of her bed and tipped his chin up, smiling viciously. "Seduce me. Use these overwhelming charms I've heard so much about, you sick abomination."

Green eyes slowly slid shut, blocking out her "normal" dull eyes, screening his "abnormal" brightly painted orbs... and then he sighed, sliding his eyelids open just enough to look solemnly innocent. He knew she was amused, that she was attracted to him even if was to be against her own volition...

And he hated that most of all.

When she began to claw at his already torn and naked body, he found himself wishing that he could just faint from sheer exhaustion and let her rape him while he was unconscious. It wouldn't be the first time, anyway...

He cursed any higher deities that existed for allowing this to happen.