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Credo parted his lips in a silent gasp, air punched from his lungs, unable to breathe as Sanctus mercilessly pounded into him. Head down and hair a mess, out of place, he harshly sunk his teeth into his bottom lip in attempt to keep silent.
As blood trickled from the fresh wound on his lip, he slowly lifted his gaze, noticing the door was ajar. Credo’s blood froze like ice in that moment, eyes wide, though he didn’t make a sound as his gaze met Nero’s. Watching, frozen in absolute horror, Nero kept silent as to not alert Sanctus.
Nero quietly closed a hand over his own mouth, his breath forgotten as he watched Credo shake his head, carefully as to not draw attention to it. He mouthed silently for Nero to run away before a sudden strangled cry was forced out of him as his hair was pulled, yanking his head back.
Softly, Credo hissed through gritted teeth, before a sudden wave of nausea took over him and he lurched forward, heaving and vomiting onto the floor. Disgusted, Sanctus suddenly stopped his actions, his expression contorting as he shoved Credo forward into his own bile.
“Disgusting whore. You do this every single fucking time!”
Sanctus lodged a foot harshly into Credo’s gut, kicking the air out of him as he attempted to vomit once more, his stomach twisting in knots. At that moment, Nero took off unnoticed.
‘I have to find Dante..!’
Nero turned a corner and then another, not sure exactly where his feet were leading him in his blind panic, his eyes stinging, threatening red with tears. Heart racing and pounding in his ears, breath heavy and uncontrolled, suddenly Nero walked into someone’s back.
Chuckling as he turned around, low and behold it was Dante.
“Hey, watch where you’re goin’, k...”
Dante’s words came to an abrupt halt as he took in Nero’s concerning state. He furrowed his brow, eyes razor sharp as he asked with a serious tone.
“What’s up?”
Nero, struggling with his words, lips trembling, looking into Dante’s eyes pleadingly.
“It’s...It’s Credo. He....”
Biting his tongue, Nero fell silent for a moment as his voice threatened to shake, losing control of himself.
“He needs help.”
It’s all he could manage and Dante immediately understood. With a nod from the man clad in his iconic red coat, Nero lead him quietly back to the room Credo had been in.