Socrates Alternate Ending

"...this is what you are, this is all you've ever been. A toy for me to use whenever and however I see fit."

He shook his head, he wanted to cry out 'no! No! Don't make me watch this please! Please! Not this, anything but this...'He wanted to back away, but his feet wouldn't move. His hand clasped over his mouth and tears welled in his eyes 'please don't make me watch me rape him...please...' He wasn't sure what he was begging, God maybe, but God didn't answer, God didn't even hear.

“Please, Aniue!! I’m sorry!! I….I won’t do it again…!! Please!!!”

'Please don't, don't do it. Don't' Amaimon screamed and he knew what he had done. His tears spilled over and he sobbed into his hands as he slid down the door, falling to the floor. He was stuck
No, he doesnt! He doesn't like it! He can't!' Mephisto wanted to hurt the last him, tear him away and force him to stop, but he was powerless now. Even if he did that a new time line would be created. His Amaimon would still have suffered this hell. His stomach churned terribly yet again as he watched as he forced Amaimon onto his knees, pressing his length into the earth king's mouth, ignoring further pleas. He snatched a trash can that was near him and wretched sickly into it, tears still spilling down his face. So much traveling made him sick enough...but this...this pushed things far over the edge. 'How could I...how could I ever hurt you like that' his mind pulled him back to the child he had seen. Happy and innocent...but there was no happiness here and he had torn away what was left of his brother's innocence, smashing him to pieces. That child didn't exist anymore, there was no more pure happiness, pure hope. Amaimon was broken and the straw that broke the camels back was what he could hear going on now in the other room. Gasped moans of sick pleasure and pained whimpers. 'How could I ever hope to have you love me...how could I ever dream of it...' After everything he had gone through in his own life how could he ever think it was okay to force himself upon the younger. Lucifer had treated him no differently and yet Mephisto had still forced that pain upon Amaimon too and even worse he somehow asked Amaimon to love him as
There was a strong sense of pull and an odd warmth filled him. The last thing he remembered thinking before blacking out again was how even though he would never deserve Amaimon, that didn't mean he couldn't be kind to him. Be kind without wanting anything in return. Just genuinely be a good person and a good brother like the him in the garden. A brother who protected Amaimon and made him happy, someone who would be there and who would smile and laugh, who could help give the younger hope for a better life and God willing lead him to his own happiness, whatever it might