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topimagines · 6 years

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Inferno

Finale I

Summary: Where do people go when they die? Well, for the least lucky people in the world, hell is waiting. But what happens when these people do go to hell? And how did you end up there?

Warning: death, hell, violence, choking (but not in the sexy way lol)

A/N: do not repost any work on this blog without explicit permission from me or alissa. its the final part, i think. i will try my best to do a tyler ending but i feel ive hit a brick wall with this series and its time for it to come to an end. its been a fun 10 months, it really has, but its about time to start up a new series and work on one-shots. (and finish the cheating fic that i have yet to write a part 2 for lol).

Part 1// Part 2//Part 3// Part 4// Part 5// Part 6// Part 7// Part 8// Part 9// Part 10// Part 11

“Wait! ....What about me?”

You turned to the voice, shocked by the outburst. You saw Josh standing with his arm around his side, leaning against the wall. Your body shrunk, pity taking over as you looked at him, in pain. You walked toward him, taking his arm and hooking it over your shoulders.

“Joshua,” Brendon whispered, shocked at the familiar glimmer in his adopted son's eyes. He pulled Josh to him, apparently not noticing the damage in the man’s side. Josh winced and grunted in pain. Brendon finally realized what he did and backed away, “let’s take you to my house to fix this up, yeah?”

You and Josh nodded, but as you were about to step toward the door, Tyler spoke up.

“Wow, wow, wait,” he started, holding his hands up as if to say stop, “y/n, can I speak to you outside for a second?”

“Uh, y-yeah,” you stuttered. Brendon took Josh from your side and led him to the chair Pete, who was still hiding in the corner farthest from the door from shock after Brendon’s entrance, had once occupied. Finally coming out of his trance, Pete stepped away from the corner and walked to the mini fridge to get Josh a bottle of water. You stepped out of the door and followed Tyler down the hall.

When you finally got far enough away from the room, Tyler turned to you.

“What the fuck?” he asked, his red eyes glowing in a way you had only seen in Ashley’s place.

“W-what?”

“You and Brendon are suddenly a thing? Since when?” He asked, scrutinizing you with every word.

“I don’t know, Tyler.” You attempted to defend yourself, remembering the outcome from the look he was giving you, “Azrael really loved him, I-I really love him, I guess.”

“But you also liked me, y/n! We showered together this morning!” His voice was raising by the millisecond, “You can’t fucking change like that!”

“What do you want me to fucking say, Tyler?” your voice was raising now, too. He was starting to seem so unreasonable, “I’m not the same person I was this morning, or last week, or even when I was alive! So much has changed in the last hour than I ever experienced in my entire life!”

“I want you to tell me everything you felt, everything I felt, was fucking real!” he yelled, stamping his foot like a child who wanted his cookie after dinner.

“Everything I felt was real, Tyler, but now... now I don’t know,” you answered, looking anywhere but his red eyes and angry face. You did not like this Tyler, this Tyler was mean, looking at you like you were the worst person in hell. You liked the sweet, quiet Tyler, who only spoke when he needed to, and made the exception of talking about his feelings only for you.

“So, you’re just a giant slut, then,” his words filled with venom. You did not really think about what you did next, shock filled your bones and your jaw dropped. You swung your right fist forward, catching Tyler in the right jaw. It was then his turn to be shocked.

He immediately retaliated, slapping you across the face with the back of his hand. He hit you so hard, you fell to the floor, your hand finding its way to your cheek. You immediately got up, grabbing Tyler’s already bruised neck and pinned him to the wall.

“I’m starting to think you like people grabbing your throat and lifting you in the air,” you grunted.

Tyler laughed menacingly.

“Sweetheart, only when it’s you,” he looked down at you, “maybe you should call your guard dog out here and you can tag team me until I’m lying on the floor in agony. The king of hell would definitely get a kick out of it.”

“I should, but my guard dog is the one being punished right now. Unless you want to punch yourself in the gut,” you spit, squeezing his throat a little tighter, “I care too much about you to let that happen.”

“Then who is it,” he asked, choking on his words, “Me or him?”

You dropped him, letting him fall to his knees on the concrete floor, “Tyler...”

“It’s ok... if it’s him.. it’s ok,” he said quietly. He sat on his knees, eyes burning through you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, looking down at your hands in disgust. You couldn’t believe you just did that, especially to this amazing man, “It’s always going to be Brendon, he’s the love of Azrael’s- my life. Josh, Brendon and I are destined to be a family... the ache in my heart, wondering if Brendon is drinking water and the worry I have about Josh’s wound, they prove that.”

“Then go to them,” he said, so quietly you almost did not hear it, “but don’t expect me to be a part of this stupid fucking family bull shit, once you walk away, I’m not going to be at your beck and call.”

“Maybe I don’t need it anymore,” you whispered, “in fact, I don’t need you anymore. Goodbye, Tyler.” You turned on your heel, walking away from him.

That was the last time you would see Tyler for a very long time.

When you walked back into the warden's office, Brendon was sat on a plush red chair next to the rolling one behind the desk.

“we could hear you arguing from here,” Brendon started.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you quipped, “let’s get Josh home and we'll talk about it then, yeah?”

“Ok,” Brendon answered, although the smug smirk on his face showed you his opinion on the whole predicament. Brendon stood up and walked to the door, stops for a moment, then swings it open. When you looked to see what he was being so show-boaty about, and the door had opened to a large, familiar, throne room.

He led all of you (including dear old Pete who just wanted to go home and enjoy a nice long bath in the brand new deluxe bath tub he got Patrick to install) into the room, pulling you by your hand and Pete holding Josh up.

Your throne was untouched, but there was an unfamiliar pulse through the room from the night club outside. (After you died, it was too hard to sit in silence in the throne room, in fact, he didn’t really set foot in there unless he had to. Everything in there had a thick layer of ten year old dust.)

“I uh- kept it the way you liked it,” Brendon stated, looking at you nervously.

“It’s perfect, Brendon,” you said, pulling him toward you, “I love it, thank you.” You kissed him lightly, although he took control and it quickly heated up. However, it didn’t last long.

“You know, I love that my parents are together and happy again, however it's gross to look at and I’m in a terrible amount of pain,” Josh interrupted, still holding his side. Pete had disappeared, probably gone back through the door, (which had disappeared too, you supposed it was just temporary.)

“Oh, right,” you said, backing away from Brendon. He growled low in his throat and left the room, muttering about Josh always being a cock block.

You helped Josh sit in your throne and the door opened up behind you. You turned to see what was happening and saw Brendon with someone. When he looked around the room, commenting something about the room not changing one bit, you recognized the face of the man who had fed you, who had loved you, who had given you his heart and in return, you gave yours.

The love of your past life, and yet when you saw him, you felt absolutely nothing. All the light that you would see around him was now on the true love of your existence, Brendon.

That, however, didn't stop the sinking feeling of seeing the brown haired man with glasses and caring puppy dog eyes you had loved once.

"Tom?"

"Who?" He asked, looking over at Brendon, confused.

"Oh, right, Raphael, this is y/n, aka Azrael, aka the girl you helped bring back to life, Y/n, this is Raphael, my brother."

Well, shit.

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