You hadn’t seen Vil act this strange ever before. Sure, he’s… had his moments. He’s yelled at a few too many people. But there were no loud words exchanged at all when you told him you were leaving. No argument.

“…We’ve made some memories here, huh?” Ace stated, hand rubbing the back of his head as you looked around the mirror chamber. One day until you left this world forever, and you were already about to cry. “H-hey! If you start bawling, I’ll start too!” He protested loudly, looking away from you in panic. Deuce, on the other hand, already had his face in his hands, sat on the steps of the chamber. As a friendly banter started between you and Ace, the two of you were interrupted by someone clearly his throat.

Vil.

Ace glanced awkwardly between you and your lover. “I’ll… give you guys some space,” He mumbled. Deuce got up at the same time, wiping his eyes with the back of his hands but eventually still leaving- admittedly, in a hesitant manner, clearly wanting to spend as much time with you as possible.

As soon as they left, and the doors shut behind them, however, Vil’s demeanor changed from silent and seething to something indescribable.

“So… you really are leaving,” He breathed out. “I had convinced myself you were joking.”

The two of you stood in awkward silence as his hands shook beside him, however, they soon went up to your face.

“You cannot possibly choose your world over me,” Vil whispered out, fingers gently caressing your jawline. A soft smile played on his lips, but all of these actions that would have previously made your heart flutter were blinded by the psychotic glint in his eyes. “Would you love another as much as I love you? My darling, we both know you could never.”

You couldn’t read Vil’s expression at the moment. He had never behaved like this once in your relationship… not even when Neige called you beautiful and asked to take you out to coffee outside of set, not knowing you were taken. His reaction at that time had been more so upset and there had been much more shouting… at the current moment, the only tone dripping from his honey-glazed voice was pure obsession. You attempted to pull away, though his grip was iron tight on your waist.

That was when you saw it.

A drop of ink trail down his eye. You assumed it was his eyeliner at first- who wouldn’t? However, it was clear after a mere second of consideration that, clearly, that was not makeup. Makeup did not morph into patterns on someone’s face when dripping wet.

In a moment of fear, your hands went up to his chest, pushing him away as your breath stopped entirely. The school had told you that second overblots weren’t possible, at least, not this early since the first. So… why was it happening less than half an year before the incident at the VDC?

Vil’s hand shot out, grabbing you by the wrist- this time, his iron-hard grip remained tight on you, and you could not shake it off. You tried and failed multiple times. “Must you leave the one that you were supposed to love your entire life?” He muttered, hands clasping around yours. He was still as beautiful as before… but you could tell something was off. Very off, What would he do to keep you?-

The sound of loud glass shattering broke you out of your thoughts. Looking up in surprise from the noise, it was not hard to find the item that had been broken.

The dark mirror. Your only way home, had been pierced directly in the middle by an ink spear, quite obviously generated from Vil. You watched in pure disbelief and shock as the man you thought could control his emotions properly slowly got consumed by the ink around him.

“I’m sorry… well, I am not,” Vil mumbled. Ink patterns continued to crawl up his skin. “You’re not leaving me. Not leaving the future we can have…” His fingers reached up, lightly tracing your skin. His other hand ensured that you could not escape. “You told me you loved me, so show it.”