Manifesto Alternate Ending

When Mephisto woke, his eyes fluttering open tiredly, he found that it was no longer dark outside and that the storm had subsided. The world outside his window was full of mist from the rain and the golden glow of sunrise. The world outside his window was filled with the noises of early morning, of people coming and going, of the cities birds cooing and crowing, settling of rooftops to watch the sun climb high into the sky. The world outside knew nothing of the odd twist of emotions that wrenched him apart and the monster he could so easily become. Knew nothing of his cruel desires and aching sadness, of his violence and honeyed words. Knew nothing of the small demon curled in his arm, who slept so fitfully. Who he had raped just the night …show more content…
That way you won't even want to fight when you're awake' yes, it made sense. Amaimon would drown in the pleasure in his waking moments and see truly that there was nothing wrong with this. "I'm sorry..." The side of him that wanted so badly to be gentle and loving managed to whisper softly before the cruel side of him took over...no, that side of him didn't win, not completely. Mephisto would still be gentle, this wasn't about pain, this was about convincing. He leaned down, kissing Amaimon softly, slowly beginning to unbutton his shirt, working carefully as not to disturb him, after all he needed to be pretty far along before Amaimon woke up. The work of removing all of his brother's clothes was slow and Mephisto burned to simply snap his fingers and poof them away, but he was afraid such an action would wake the younger. His eyes roamed hungrily over his naked frame and it took several seconds of deep breath to reign himself in and ignore the growing problem between his legs. Despite his blood beginning to boil and the cruel side begging and begging him to just take Amaimon and forget the plan, none of his own clothes were