(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce!

It was like he had sprung a leak. Cass wasn’t able to stop himself from speaking now. "I-I spoke to the gods. I honestly didn’t even really believe in them before this. I think of them actually as a nuisance. If I was meant to die, just let me, you know? Anyway, I just-" Cass had to stop to swallow the saliva pooling in his mouth. He was so fucking nervous.

"Anyway, I spoke to them. They wanted to make a deal. Said that they saw how this world ended, and that I needed to help prevent it. I didn’t get it. I’m just some guy, why the hell did they want me? But I-" Cass swallowed nervously, his eyes watering.

There was another trope. Another thing he could do. Something that could hurt him greatly, but might be able to save him from being killed as a demon. It might erase him though, and he wasn’t sure if he could do that.

He let out a shaky breath and Lady Fiona’s grip on his neck tightened. He couldn’t tell if it was in support, or a threat. Either way, it spurred him on, his guts churning.

"So they sent me to another world." Cass whispered. "Another world where I lived as a regular human. No magic, no nothing. No money, no parents, but I had a sister. She was-" Cass choked on his tears. "She was a lot like you. You remind me of her." Cass whispered through his tears. He raised a hand, wiping them away with the back of his hand. "I lived with her for a long time, over 20 years. Did everything I could for her. She was due with my niece or nephew relatively soon and then-" Cass hiccupped.

He hated this. He hated making it sound like they were just a dream. They weren’t. They were real. They meant something. Fuck.

"-The gods made a mistake." Cass whispered. He wasn’t going to throw them a bone. They didn’t need any favours from him. "I was supposed to live 30 or so more years in that world, but someone killed me early. And then, I was back. Back here, back to everything, but I had been living the life of someone else for so long it was hard...it was hard to be back."

Cass pointed towards the room. "This was how I died." Cass told her. "A falling beam from a construction site. That’s how I died. Pathetic, isn’t it?" Cass wanted to laugh, but his words only came out as a whisper. He was getting quieter and quieter as he spoke. Especially as Fiona said nothing. "Please talk, Fiona. I can’t handle you not talking. I never gave a fuck about demons and holy powers or any of that bullshit before now, but I know I haven’t been behaving normally. I know this sounds like a fucking lie, but I’m not. They forced me into forming a contract with them, those fucking fuckers. Even after they took everything away from me, twice." Cass whispered.

"I...I just don’t know what to say." Lady Fiona’s voice was confused. Rough. "I guess...I’ve never met a hero who disliked the gods as much as you do. I don’t think I hold a candle." She admitted and that made Cass snort.

"Trust me. I think I’ll win that contest for a while." Cass muttered. "Probably forever." Cass breathed, his heart in a lot of pain. "Do you...Do you believe me?" Cass asked. Waiting. Waiting for the verdict.

"I think it was a good idea to make sure no one else was around." Lady Fiona said after a long moment. "I can’t say Ava would have a positive reaction, but knowing that she watched your soul leave, and then come back...she probably would believe you. Gideon and Eddie? I don’t think you should ever tell them this." Cass nodded. He agreed. Temple-goers probably wouldn’t react well to this.