It was true that he had followers, worshipers who professed him love and devotion, but it wasn’t the same. Black Hat knew that mortals see him as an object, something to desire, fear, use...
He had never been seen as a person, not even by himself. That ancient creature saw himself as a thing, no one ever had ever worried for his feelings and, with time, he forgot that he even had them.
He had been created with a purpose and he fulfilled it, diligently. He had power, status. That was what gave him value, with that he assured to be irreplaceable, after all it’s easy to replace objects when they aren’t useful anymore, so Black Hat was in constant pursuit of power, of expanding his evil for the universe, through different worlds, just as it had been ask of him in the beginning of his existence.
And like that he lived for a long time, bitter and melancholic, yearning for things he didn’t understand because they had never taught him how, he didn’t know how to enjoy life, the things he did, the simple and fleeting things.
His heart had gone cold long ago, and if asked, he claimed he didn't have one in the first place, but he did and secretly he wished for company.
One day that man came, literally, from the sky.
It had been difficult in the beginning, learning how to love and being loved. He tried to hate him and to make Flug hate him too, he treat him with cruelty, like a thing, just how he was used to be treated, but it was for nothing, Flug didn’t quit in his attempts to get close, to give him affection, to treat him as a person and not only as the monster who tormented him every day.
Flug made an effort to understand him and, little by little, he broke the barriers that that creature had imposed on himself, he melted his cold heart and made him all his.
Black Hat had had many lovers, an infinity of encounters, but the truth was that no one had made love to him, it was all raw sex, pure lust with no meaning.
With Flug was different, he felt his whole being tremble, when he touched him it wasn’t just sex, in his arms he felt safe and loved, for the first time his world was warm and soft and there was a little bit of pain, an uncertainty, strange feelings that gave them the butterflies.
However, Black Hat was still Black Hat, all that love and warmth were only for Flug, there wasn’t more room in his heart, only him and no other.
He was his destiny, his dream come true...
“Happy birthday, Jefecito” he smiled, bouth in bed, bodies still entangled and heavy breathing.
Black Hat didn’t answer him for a few moments, just looked at him, he loved him so much and rarely said it to him. He had changed him and made him feel bliss, Flug didn’t know how special he was.
“You are my everything...” he whispered, barely audible “What I’m going to do when you are gone? Is cruel to make me feel for you”.
“Black Hat...” Flug was going to complain, but Black Hat interrupted him, squeezing his intertwined hands with force.
“I love you, I know I never say it, but it’s the truth” he moved, uncomfortable with himself, he hated saying things like that, but there in his arms it simply felt adequate.
“I know” Flug caressed his face, patiently, he knew that it was difficult for him “I love you too and I also don’t say it enough isn't it?”
“Is not necessary” he smiled slightly.
“No it 's not”.
They stay quiet for a while, comfortable with one another, with no need for more words.
Black Hat looked at the clock, Halloween had ended, it was November 1.
“Happy Anniversary, Doctor~”.
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