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From Shadows To Sunlight Part One: Saved

Summary: Virgil was a dark side, he always was. For his whole life he was abused by Deceit and the others. Until one day, he was saved by Roman. His dark and twisted past holds him back from opening up at first, and when he finally does, everyone's heart breaks for the poor, forgotten side.

Trigger Warnings: Abuse, Implied Rape, Strong Language, Blood, Attempted Rape. Let me know if I need to add anything

Ships: LAMP/CALM, Hurt/Comfort

A/N Hi everyone! I submitted this to @anxceit-and-others about a month ago, and decided to post it on my own. Now I submitted it from my main blog, but I’ll be writing stories on this one. I’ll hopefully be updating on Wednesdays, but please don’t hold me to that. Now, this is a very trigger heavy story, so just be careful as you read it. It’s a vent story for me really, to kind of get all my thoughts and feelings out, and I guess writing about my past helps cope. Also, I can tag people, if they want. Okay, enough of the rant, I’ll get on with the story.

Tag List: @anxious-fander-talian-bean

I woke up, head pounding, body sore from the night previous. I was in his bed again.

Deceit.

His arms were rapped around me, prohibiting me from moving. I knew I couldn't leave, or he'd hit me again. That was usually how it went. I closed my eyes, and tried to fall back asleep. This proved to be unsuccessful, so I silently waited for him to wake.

When he did, I was pushed from his bed.

"Put your clothes on, and go downstairs. Clean up down there, the Prince is coming over." He spat.

I nodded silently, and quietly slipped on my clothing. It consisted of black jeans and a black shirt, and was almost identical to the others clothing. Almost.

The others had something to identify them. An emblem worn proudly on their chest, a symbol of status among the 'dark sides'. I was the only one with out one, so I was everyone's to use.

The other sides milled about the living room and kitchen, while I cleaned. As I swept, a glass was dropped on the floor. It shattered, sending pieces of glass everywhere.

"Oops." Cruelty mocked.

I hung my head, and began to sweep.

Heavy footsteps pounded down the stairs, as my blood ran cold. Deceit was coming.

"Virgil I swear if this house isn't spotless I will hit you so hard you don't wake up." Deceit yelled, as he walked into the kitchen.

I froze, glass still scattered around me.

Oh no.

"I gave you a fucking chance, Virgil. Come here." He said coldly.

I hung my head, tears begging to run down my face. I carefully stepped over the pieces of glass, and over to Deceit.

He placed his hand under my chin and lifted my head up to look at him. Anger flashed in his eyes, before he swung down. I hit the wall with a sickening crack, as I tried to cry out in pain. I was still silent.

"You're lucky I didn't hit you harder. Now clean up the glass before the guest arrives." He said with disdain.

I picked myself off the ground and walked back over to the pile of glass. I began to sweep once more, before Deceit stopped me.

"Oh, and no using anything but your hands. If I find you have, I'll just have to send you up to my room so you can be punished."

I slowly nodded, and put the broom back. I knelt down, and began to carefully pick up pieces of glass.

My hand was suddenly kicked, the glass shards embedding themselves into my hand. I winced, gritting my teeth from the pain.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." It was Cruelty again. He was one of the most powerful sides here, second only to Deceit.

"Oh, not even a cry of pain? I wanted a scream, but I guess I'll have to try better." He sighed. He snapped his fingers, as if remembering something. "Oh that's right, Deceit still isn't letting you make noise. What, did you scream to much in bed?" Cruelty knelt down in front of me, smirking.

I glared at my bleeding hand, and nodded. I hated this. I couldn't speak, Deceit had taken my voice away. And even if I could talk, I couldn't lie, or else Cruelty would tell Deceit, and Deceit would hurt me more. Of course Cruelty knew what happened. Everyone did. They liked to mock me, make me feel worthless. I was worthless.

"Well I guess I'll just have to try to make you scream enough that it would be impossible for you to be silent."

My head flew up, eyes widening. I quickly shook my head, mentally begging for him not to.

"I'm not hearing any objections, so I guess I can just do this." He tackled me to the floor, pinning my wrists on either side. I struggled, trying to get away, as blood pooled around my hand.

He pressed his lips harshly onto mine, sticking his tongue into my mouth. He held both of my wrists down with one hand, as the other began to undo my pants. I cried silently, hot tears running down my face.

Thankfully, he was stopped when the doorbell rang. He pulled away and rolled his eyes, pushing me away from him.

"Dammit, I was just starting to have fun." He grumbled.

He went to go answer the door, as I quickly swept the rest of the glass into my hand, in the process getting many more cuts. I dumped them into the trash, as Prince walked in.

"You know the drill, I need to make sure everything is working, and no ones going to bleed out in the time I'm here. I want to spend as little time as possible here, so please don't waste my time." Prince groaned.

I wracked my brain to try and remember his name. I stared at the ground, holding my bleeding wrist tightly, as he walked into the kitchen.

"What happened to this one?" He gasped.

I looked up at him, panic rising in my throat.

"He dropped a glass and cut himself on it." Cruelty shrugged.

"But his clothes, they're all disheveled!" Prince pressed.

"Hm, that is weird. I dunno." He lied.

I stared at Prince, wide-eyed.

"Please help me!" I mentally screamed.

"I think I would like to talk to him alone." He said carefully.

Tears began to form in my eyes again. I might get a chance to escape this hell.

"Sure." Cruelty said. Prince walked away, and I quickly followed him. Cruelty roughly grabbed my arm, and pulled me to the side. "Don't fucking tell him anything that could get me in trouble, got it?" He growled.

I nodded quickly, and ran up to Prince.

He swung open a door to an empty room, and stepped inside. He pulled me in after him and closed.

"Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice.

He put his hands on my shoulders and inspected me. I stood, paralyzed in fear. Was he going to hurt me?

"Hey, I asked if you were okay." He said, voice raised a bit.

I jumped slightly, and quickly pointed to my throat.

"You... You can't speak, can you." He sighed.

I shook my head.

"Alright, I'm going to get you out of here, okay? I just need you to do exactly as I say." He said.

I nodded.

He opened the door and grabbed me by the wrist. I looked up at him, fearful of what he might do. He gave me a sympathetic look, before dragging me long with him.

"I'm taking him to help me out with some things. Tell Deceit, he can't have him back, alright?" Roman said.

"But what if I want him?" Cruelty snarled. Fear, Cruelty and Hatred gathered around Prince.

"Well that's just to bad. Don't forget who I am, and just what I can do to your sorry asses." Prince growled.

Cruelty glared at him, as he and the others backed off.

He grabbed me again, and walked out the door.

The sunlight hit my face, as my voice finally came back to me. I gasped, a sharp pain piercing my throat. stumbled, and fell to my knees.

"Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.

I looked up at him, a weak grin spreading across my features. "Never better."

I promptly blacked out for a sudden burst of pain

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