Kitt's P.O.V.

My eyes started to open by themselves as the countdown inside my head started, minutes after I first gained conscious. The short seconds my eyes could maintain open, I could see the ceiling of where I think I am, a sewer. But I am doubtful about the conclusion, because the smell of blood is way stronger than the smell of shit. 

My nose started to tickle, making a sneeze come out, which makes my body hurt like hell. 

Agh! My fucking body! My mouth... 

Pieces of my skin are hanging from my cheeks. Some... Some of them are even falling like drops of blood. My tongue is touching my throat. 

I have to... I have to get out of here... Urgh!

-Blergh! -My to... My tongue... It's touching my throat... I can see it...

Unable to scream, unable to breath, I can only choke with my own blood if I try to talk. How could I, before? Was it because of the adrenaline? 

Fuck... I have to calm down! Argh! Those fucking vigilantes! Those fucking Demons! This fucking smell! There's no way I'm calming down! Why would I?! What's there left to calm down?! Everyone is dead!

I grab a stupid Demon's skull which is lying in the ground covered with shit and blood and throw it where it should be! 

-Arg... ARGH!!! -I can't even scream properly! 

I grab my palate with my fingers, then my teeth, my canines. I just want to rip them off of me! 

-Stop! Please! Stop! -That fucking voice... And those fucking... Cats. -You're going to hurt yourself even more! I... I bought medicine from a town. -That's not medicine on his hands. That's puke stored in a fucking jar!

I throw myself to the Crap Prince and tried to bury my bloody thumbs on his fucking eyes. As my hands get scratched by his short nails, the counting gets louder and louder, and louder. 

-I... I am sorry! I know I was selfish! Leaving that weight on a human alone! Please, forgive me! -The Prince extends his left arm and-

-AHHH!!! -The bastard buried his hand on my open "mouth" and pulled my tongue, I am starting to choke again. Before I could even think about hitting him again, he kicks my stomach. 

My guts!

-Sor... I know it might taste horrible, but it's the only thing that can cure you. -The Prince gets closer to me, the pain is just... I can't see properly, just red. -Wh... What?! Where is the skull?! -Is he... Does he refers to the on I just threw?! 

Shit. 

1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

-What did you do?! -Shit, was I too obvious?! -It was the only way of making the other Demons not hurt you! There aren't left other Cats Demons heads with the size of your cranium! 

-Agh, argh ah... Ahh!!! 

-Wh... What? I can't understand... -The blood began to fall once again, but the pain wasn't new. It's... only a illusion. -J... Just lie down, please. 

On this ground? I feel like if I sit I will get a infection in the milisecond. 

I turn around and glare at the Cat Prince, he was trying to open the jar with all his forces. After doing a sigh, mentally, I walk towards him, but I can't avoid thinking about pushing him into the "river". Though, I do push him a little after taking the jar off his hands. 

With all the strength I have available, I remove the cap from a single pull. The smell emanating from the jar it'... It's worse that the river's. 

-Drink it, please. 

-Ogh. 

-Do it! -He does it again. The face I saw on him before I fainted, was his flesh and skull opening like a flower. In the middle of it, where his brain lies, or where it is supposed to be, there is a blue or transparent Cat floating on it, it seems to be a ghost. Maybe, his soul? 

I drink the vomit, more like, I spill the vomit over my mouth. Fuck... It's sour, at some point I had to choke because of some bones on it. The open wounds on my face and throat closed, I can risk to say my internal wounds have healed too, but my tongue was still hanging and I'm still unable to talk.

-Do you feel any better? -I don't do anything, just throw the disgusting jar to the river. 

The Prince glares at me before continuing. -You'll use this has a disguise. 

While I was suffering trying to swallow that chunky and disgusting "liquid", he was searching for another skull that would pass along the river. 

On his hands there lies the skull, of what I believe, a lion. -Demons who have enough awaraness of themselves choose the form of animals. Like my family. -His last sentence was without zest. 

He doesn't like being part of the royals. Maybe, he doesn't like being a Demon? 

Back at the arena, he acted without second thought, or he did think about it, but not deeply?-

Without hesitating, I grab the skull from his hands and put it in my face. -Argh! -The bones are drilling in my skin, its jaw is perforing my bones too. The pupils of the Prince shows a red glem. 

-It's fine, don't worry. You can talk now thanks due to the spell... -I touch my throat, I can feel my tongue, the tact of the dried and fresh blood. -You can take it away any time you wish. You won't get hurt again, I promise. -That tone again.

Fuck... Akira... Zagal... Exequiel... How many are going to-

-What the heck?! -As I was into my thoughts, the Prince inserted a long cat that started to cut my flesh and muscles, until it arrived to the spine, all for that, to put on me a tail. I lost my balance and in order to not touch the floor with my face, at least with the skull, I avoid the fall with my hands. A bloody tail, just like the skull. 

-You're ready. Sorry... But I believe the Cat can't leave without leaving you disabled for a couple of hours... 

44, 45...

It could be worse, it could be worse.

He's acting hastly. Knowing what to do. He looks... Scared. He reminds of Exe... All of this pain has started to get into my head. 

-Who did you talk with? -I ask to him, informally. Trying to get my brain distracted.

Because of the expression on his face, it has to be a Demon worse than the largue Demon. 

-I... I... He's... He told me he's an arcangel created by the Demon King... The half-demons trying to bring him to this realm are interrupting his routine-

-What?! 

Is this some kind of joke?! The Sucker doesn't wants to come to this realm, yet, He's letting all of this war happen, when the main point of it is bring Him here?! 

-Why isn't He doing something, then?!

-He... He is in the verge of death... The fight in Heaven... With God... If He-

-I've lost everything because of this! Because of your kind!-

-Stop talking to me like that!!! 

56...

-Agh! Ugh! -My spine... It's twitching! My ribs are... perforing me...! My brain too! -AHHH!!! 

-Refrain yourself of that actitude!!!

61...

-AHHH!!! AH! STOP!

180...

-S... Stop... -The blood... I start choking again. -Ah... Ah... 

Painfully, I feel how my bones went to their original position, and the pain on my body stopped. 

-The war between them was inevitable, it was earth, or it was hell. He fighted for both! And you humans, neglect His sacrifice! -As blood falls... Urgh... From my mouth... On the floor... In fecal position... Twitching of pain... I hear footsteps coming from the dark part of the sewer, behind the Prince. -Ahh! Urgh! I... I didn't... -He's about to cry.

The Prince let himself fall on his butt, almost falling to the river. I am unable to walk. It is mentally. I'm afraid if I stand up I'll fal again, and the pain will come back.

-I don't want to harm you... I don't want to harm humans... Hic... I don't want to think about Him... But I don't want you to bad-mouth Him... 

The footsteps are closer. I'm still afraid of moving anything, just the pupils.

-Your love for the humans is the replica of His. -A tone of voice I've only heard in vigilantes said. It is grave, it's... making my throat awkward... The Cat on my spine felt it too. -It's alright, dear. -The voice instead of spreading comfort, is... Spreading fear and incomodity.