Sacrificed

This story has been jumbling around my head for over a month. Hope you enjoy it, because it's been changed in my head multiple times.

As a note, it's also a little bit different from the other one I'm writing. First off, this one didn't begin as a roleplay, meaning it was entirely done by me, and secondly, it's a bit more... Angst-ish and dark. I'm a sucker for happy endings though, so... Yeah. Okay, on with the story.

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Ethan laughed, falling against Jesse, a considerably taller male. Then again, Ethan WAS only 5'4. He was rather petite, his body matching a lot of gay stereotypes. He had shaggy dark red hair, and green eyes. Jesse hardly fit the gay type at all. He was tall and muscular at 6'3, not an extreme body builder, but definitely good looking. He had brown hair and blue eyes that had most of the girls trying to go out with him. He had chosen Ethan though, a friend he had known since childhood. Jesse had asked him out a little after Ethan's 18th birthday. They had now been dating for a little over a year.

The pair was on the way home from the movies, having just seen a new comedy. Jesse liked spoiling Ethan, so he had treated him to the movies, after bringing him to dinner. Jesse, only a few months older than Ethan had inherited a large sum of money from his dead parents, which he loved using on his boyfriend, even though Ethan didn't want much.

"Honestly, the best part was the end, even if it was abrupt. I mean, it was hilarious."

"No way, the best part was toward the middle, when the co-star finally appeared." Ethan argued. Ethan liked comedy, but Jesse had always preferred a more crude humor than Ethan enjoyed. It didn't stop him from loving the male though. He loved Jesse with all his heart.

Jesse smiled, giving in like he normally did. He leaned down, a decent amount since he was so tall, and kissed Ethan on the forehead. The smaller male giggled, and Jesse stayed down to allow Ethan to kiss his chin in return. "I love you, Jesse."

"I love you too, Ethan." He said as they arrived in front of the apartment building. After about half a year together, they had moved in together, finding that living in the same house made both of them happy.

Leaning down, Jesse captured Ethan's lips again and began to kiss him deeply. It wasn't shy, or forceful, but sweet and caring. It was one of Ethan's favorite traits of his. Jesse was confidant, but not arrogant. He was also extremely patient, as Ethan noticed early on.

They kissed until Ethan had grown light-headed. Finally, Jesse let go with a smile. As Jesse pulled the apartment keys out of his pocket, Ethan began chewing his lip.

"Jesse?" He looked up seriously at the male, looking nervous.

His boyfriend paused, looking down. "What is it?"

"Umm... I think... That I'm ready for the next step..." He practically whispered. He and Jesse had been together for a while, but Ethan had been too nervous to take the next step with him. Jesse didn't mind though. A few months into the relationship, he and Jesse had nearly taken the next step, but nervousness and determination had stopped Ethan. He was, after all, a virgin still.

When he was younger, he had watched his older sister bring various boyfriend's home to do 'activities' with. She hadn't cared about any of them, only sex. He was determined not to be like that. He had fallen even deeper in love with Jesse that day, when he had told him that he understood.

His thoughts were broken by a hand cupping his cheek. "Are you sure about this, Ethan?" He asked, looking into his boyfriend's eyes.

The shorter male was blushing, but nodded, unsure if his voice would work. Jesse smiled and kissed him gently. "I love you, Ethan, and, I'm glad you want to be with me. I feel honored."

Ethan blushed further, but smiled and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. "Thank you for waiting for me, Jesse..." He looked up into his eyes happily.

"Thank you for being such a wonderful boyfriend Ethan. Now let's get inside." He put the key to the lock, to open it, but that's when hell broke loose for them both. If Ethan had blinked, he would have missed what happened next.

He heard a strange sound, before something hit into his boyfriend's thigh. Jesse cursed loudly in pain, reaching down to grab the offending item. It was a tiny metal tube with a needle at the end.

"Is that a tranquilizer?" Ethan asked, remembering seeing the special darts animal care workers had used on TV when zoo animals needed a veterinarian check up. He didn't get an answer though. "Jesse?" He asked, looking up at his boyfriend. Jesse's eyes were foggy, and he wobbled slightly. With a weak grunt, he fell forward.

"JESSE!!" He grabbed on tightly to his boyfriend, barely managing to stop him from crashing to the ground. Jesse was a lot bigger than him though, making him too heavy to keep holding up. As carefully as possible, he managed to lower his boyfriend to the ground.

Panicking slightly, Ethan began calling his name, kneeling down beside him. He cried out softly though when he felt something stab him in the side. He tried to grab it as quickly as possible, but it didn't make a difference. A few moments after he had pulled it out, he began to feel drowsy and weak. His entire body was going numb. He slumped over his boyfriend's body, trying to call out for help. He voice came out a garbled mess however.

As he struggled to stay awake, he heard footsteps approaching him. The last thing he felt, was himself being picked up off the ground, and carried away.

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First thought when Ethan started to regain consciousness was that something was touching him. A soft gentle touch on his back. For a very short moment, he thought he was still with Jesse, sound asleep on their bed together, but when his equilibrium kicked in and he started to feel, the hope quickly left. He was tied up. There was some sort of straps around his wrists and they were holding him upright, while something around his ankles held him tightly to the ground. His body was stretched out, but that wasn't the worst part. As his feeling returned, he discovered to his embarrassment that he was naked. For a few moments, he thought he was also blindfolded, but his vision slowly started to return to him.

He squirmed, but a sharp smack to the face made him stop. He whimpered softly from the pain, but that only caused the yelling to begin.

"I told you to use the stronger drug, imbecile! Because of you he's waking up!" The man's voice was angry sounding, and hoarse. He was pretty sure it had been him who had hit him.

"If I had used the stronger one like I had his lover, I might have killed him from an overdose. He's too small for the other one." This one was strained, sounding rather exhausted, more than likely from listening to the other male.

As he slowly gained his vision back, he caught sight of the two men. The room was dark, so he couldn't see much, but he took in what he could. Both men were dressed in rather ridiculous Halloween looking costumes. They were wearing long black robes with various symbols here and there, and though they were wearing hoods, they were wearing strange looking red masks.

Now that he could see, he also found out what the touch that he had felt when he first woke up was. It was a rather elaborate looking paint brush. They were dipping it into a black paint and drawing on his body. He had no idea what it was though. They looked liked some foreign symbols.

One of the men walked over to a table and picked up a syringe, filling it with a strange liquid. His eyes widened. He struggled again, only to receive the same treatment as earlier, a harsh smack.

"What are you going to do to me? And what did you do to Jesse?" He whimpered, not knowing what else to do.

"You'll find out soon enough. As for your boyfriend, don't worry about him anymore." Was the response of the calmer one. That was as far as the conversation went, because the man with the syringe stabbed it into his shoulder, making Ethan wince.

Soon, his consciousness slipped away from him.

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It was loud chanting that woke Ethan the next time. Recovering from the drugs far quicker than the last time, he became painfully aware of a hard stone underneath his bare back. He was tied down, still naked on some sort of table, splayed out for everyone to see. His arms were tied to the upper corners, while his legs were tied to the lower. It was far more painful than the last time though, as the bonds were heavy metal chains and cuffs.

He was in a large room, filled with people wearing robes and masks. They were all chanting and watching him. Ethan wanted to struggle, but at that moment he was too terrified. They were some sort of devil worshipers, and he was a sacrifice.

Above him, stood a another robed man, only this one wore a black mask. It seemed he was leading the chant that was in a language that Ethan couldn't even recognize. What really caught Ethan's attention though was that the leader was holding a long, engraved knife in his hands.

Finally regaining his ability to move, Ethan struggled furiously to get free, screaming in case anyone would help him. Nothing helped though. Finally, when Ethan was beyond terrified the leader began speaking in English.

"We summon you, Lord of Shadows, to present to you this humble offering. We live to serve and please you. Please appear to us to accept our offering." The man leaned down, and ran the knife along Ethan's chest, which only then Ethan noticed was fully covered in symbols. Instead of stabbing him however, the man traced some of the symbols with the blade, making shallow cuts before removing it.

'LORD OF SHADOWS?!' Ethan's mind screamed as his heart sank. Tears of pain starting to run down his face. They were trying to summon a demon by offering him. No way this was happening. He began crying softly, struggling to get free. The people were crazy, trying to summon something that didn't exist.

His mind quickly began to change though when the group stopped chanting. Ethan looked around for the reason and nearly screamed, as a black smoke began to rise out of the ground. It wasn't just spoke though, Ethan realized in horror as the smoke started to turn into a solid.

It was the demon.

Burning pain coursed through his body as the symbols began to glow a soft red. No longer holding it back, he screamed, pulling so hard on the bonds that his wrists began to bleed.

It didn't last long though, as his scream was suddenly choked. His body slumped down to the stone table, the ability to move his arms and legs completely gone for no visible reason. He realized though that it was the demon stopping him.

"N-No..." He whimpered, staring at the smoke, or rather, what was left of it. There was hardly any smoke left. In its place, a large creature stood. It had the main body of a man, but was far different. It had giant horns growing out of his head like Ethan had seen in movies, with long black hair around it. It's skin was nearly pure black, but there were streaks of crimson all over it. He had short claws, and his feet made Ethan think of a werewolf's. He wore only a cloth around his waist, leaving his large body almost fully visible. He had to be at least 7'5, because he was huge, far taller than Ethan's missing boyfriend.

"Let me go, please..." Ethan gasped, his lungs feeling like they were crushed as he tried to speak. His plea was unheard however as the demon stepped forward, standing before the foot of the table.

It said something in the strange language the men had been using before resting his hand on Ethan's chest. The leader handed him the knife, and the demon licked the blood from it, the creature's next words crushing Ethan.

"I present myself to accept your offering. Before you shall he be claimed, and you, rewarded."

Ethan could do nothing but let the tears run down his face.

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Soooo...... What do you think? Reviews are really appreciated.