.hack//SIGN Fan Fiction ❯ Yasashii Ryoute (Gentle Hands) ❯ Chapter 5
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By: Lsama-no-miko 
Anime/Manga: .hack//SIGN Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Fantasy / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.23.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.9K | Visits: 201 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: .hack//SIGN Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Fantasy / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.23.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.9K | Visits: 201 | Status: Work In Progress
Yasashii Ryoute (Gentle Hands)
by Sakura (aka L-sama no Miko)
Chapter 5
The honey brown haired angel lay in a broken bloody heap on the throne room floor. The cornflower haired demon lord scoffed in disgust at what was left of his slave.
Flashback
Upon arriving at Serpentine Castle Gift Reißzahn, the lord of the castle had immediately dragged the poor angel to his chambers and threw him onto the bed none too gently. Knowing what was going to happen next, Silabus shakingly removed his clothes and lay on his back. Ovan raised an eyebrow at his pet’s lack of resistance, but proceeded to undress and then pounced on him, kissing him angrily. The honey brown haired angel moaned and spread his legs wider, giving his master better access. As Silabus continued to show no signs of resistance, like he usually did, the cornflower haired demon grew more and rougher with him until Ovan let out an annoyed growl.
“Did you really think that you’d be able to protect your precious Haseo from my anger if you spread your legs fro me?” he scolded.
Silabus turned his head away in shame, seeing that his master had seen through his plan. But there was another reason why he was behaving the way he was. As with earlier at the Lumina Cloth Arena, he wanted his master to touch him, use him in anyway he pleased.
The demon lord grabbed the angel’s waist long ponytail and yanked him off the bed. Pulling on a robe, Ovan then proceeded to drag the still naked boy through the halls and down into the dungeons. “You of all people should know there is no escape from me, Silabus,” he said icily as he picked up a cat-o’-nine-tails and began to whip him harshly.
The angel however refused to cry out no matter how much he hurt. He deserved that for trying to seduce his master. And he still held the hope that by accepting his punishment, Ovan’s anger would have subsided enough for him to forget about Haseo for a little while. The whipping continued for a half hour until the cornflower haired demon grew bored and there was nothing left of Silabus’ back to whip.
Then as if to ‘rub salt into the wound’, the demon lord dragged his slave from the dungeons to the throne room where he announced that he was now fair game to all the demons present.
End Flashback
That had been a few hours ago and the demons had all left for the evening, leaving behind an extremely well used pleasure slave covered in all manners of fluids as well as his own blood. Through it all, Silabus had not once resisted, accepting anything and everything the demons did to him. He even found that he had enjoyed every moment of it, which made him violently sick at times and start to retreat into his mind. However, the pleasure he was forced to feel wouldn’t let him stay there for long and he had moaned like a whore until his throat bled and gave out.
“Clean that mess up,” the cornflower haired demon said not bothering to look at whoever had remained. Had he had, Ovan would have changed his mind about that order. The cruel demon lord strode from the throne room without another glance at the near dead angel.
The black and yellow demon’s eyes were a blazing fiery red. Skeith was furious at his master’s callous words and actions. The angel had done nothing to deserve such a severe punishment. ‘I can no longer remain here,’ he said, barely keeping himself from rushing after the lord of the castle and gutting him on his scythe where he stood. ‘And neither can the little one, lost one or not.’
Gingerly picking up the broken body and carrying him bridal style, he ran out of the castle to the Chaos Gate just before the other side of the huge wall of Morrigu Barrow that protected the castle grounds. <<?, Hidden Forbidden Hades!>> the demon shouted, giving the keywords to reach the emperor’s palace, Wald Überlisterin.
Within moments, the two were warped to an upside down castle that lay hidden in a cavern below an underground lake. He ran past the demon and human servants who had been started by the knight’s sudden appearance. <<Whoa, slow down there, friend.>> a cat demon in a flower shaped gown said, taking hold of Skeith’s shoulder. <<What’s going on? What happened?>> she asked, eyes widening at the sight of the limp form in his arms.
<<Macha, where is Tsukasa-sama?>> he asked, desperately.
Seeing that answers would have to wait, Macha gave a sympathetic nod of understanding. After all, the emperor’s cousin was the best healer in Helba, even if he was a shadow warlock now. <<This way,>> she said leading him to the castle’s hospital wing. <<Put him down and I’ll go fetch Tsukasa-sama.>>
Nodding in thanks, the yellow and black demon obeyed and carefully placed the dying angel onto one of the infirmary’s many cots, grateful that it was well stocked and clean even if it was hardly ever used.
About two minutes later, a boy with silver hair and blue and gray robes came rushing in. “Macha… said there’s someone hurt… badly,” he said panting having run from the other side of the castle. Skeith moved aside and the boy gasped at the bloody and filthy figure lying on the bed. “W-What happened?” he asked glowering slightly at the demon.
<<Ovan,>> was all Skeith was able to say. He then left the infirmary, knowing he’d just be in the way. Tsukasa stared after the Knight of Morganna, but quickly turned back to his patient, now wasn’t the time for questions. He had a life to save.
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Haseo opened his eyes to find he wasn’t in his room. Looking around curiously, he saw that he was lying on an enormous bed with blue, purple and silver silk sheets. He raised an eyebrow at the faint squish sound as he pressed down on it. Beside him lay the still sleeping demon emperor. Confused as to what he was doing there, he started to get up and see if he could find Skeith and demand some answers.
A faint murmur from the sleeping demon behind him caused him to pause and look to him again. He suddenly felt as though he hadn’t drunk anything in days and he staggered against the bed, collapsing back on to it. The sky blue haired demon stirred again but did not wake. Haseo continued to stare at the emperor, his eyes focusing on the pale slender neck he knew to be hidden beneath the sky blue tresses.
Silent as a cat stalking its prey, the silver haired boy crawled over to Endrance and moved the hair aside then began nipping the soft skin of his neck. The demon emperor gave a pleasured moan and arched into the touch. Pleased at the better access he’d been given, Haseo bit harshly into the man’s throat, lapping and sucking eagerly at the black liquid that began to flow.
The demon emperor jolted awake and knocked his attacker onto the floor. Grabbing the dagger he’d used earlier, he then pounced on the figure blinking confusedly at the bed. With serpentine speed, he brought the blade to his throat, ready to strike. Upon recognizing the red markings and silver hair, Endrance lowered the dagger. Chuckling, he stood up shaking his head. “Forgive me my lovely one. I should have remembered you’d be hungry when you woke up,” he apologized.
Haseo just sat staring at him. What was he doing?! Why did he bite the demon’s neck like that? Then the memory of the previous night hit him like a ton of bricks. He knew what he had become now. “You bastard!” he yelled, grabbing the discarded dagger and lunging at the demon emperor. “How dare you turn me into a demon!”
Sighing mournfully, the sky blue haired man caught the fledgling’s wrist before he could do any damage. “I had no choice, my rose. I only meant to bind you to me so that boor wouldn’t be able to reclaim you. I didn’t know you’d taste as delicious as you look. Forgive me for not being able to control myself.” He then took the dagger from Haseo’s hand and kissed the palm in apology.
“L-Let me go! I’m not your anything!” he spat, baring his fangs and jumped away from him.
Endrance frowned, guilt and shame covering his usually apathetic features. He began to mentally call himself every possible insult he could think of. He had sworn never to allow himself to become like the one who made him a vampire. He’d been cursing the day he met Kite ever since he found out what he really was.
It was the beginning of the Twilight War. He and Macha’s older sister Mia were heading to the Chaos Gate of Mac Anu when Mia stopped to admire the human’s bracelet that no one but her and Macha could see. He had been suspicious of the aqua haired boy from the start, but soon grew to love him, seduced by his kindness and many gifts of better equipment and aromatic grass. Little did he know until toward the end of the war that the boy he had thought to be human was actually a demon like him – no, not just a mere weakling like him, but a powerful vampire.
The sky blue haired boy had tried to escape, but Kite had proved to be much stronger and forced him not to only lie with him, but forced the change on him as well. And now, he’d practically gone and done the same thing to this poor abused angel.
“Hate me if you must, but please accept my apology. I have no excuse for what I’ve done,” he then handed him the dagger, seeing that Haseo was bent on hating him no matter what, “I surrender to you, Haseo so do with me what you will,” he said calmly, smiling sadly.
The silver haired fledgling stared at the emperor then at the blade that had been gently pressed into his hands then back at him again. “This is stupid,” Haseo muttered tossing the dagger away. “Thanks for healing me, but I’m out of here.”
One sky blue eyebrow rose in slight shock and amusement. “Where will you go, lovely one?” Endrance asked, “You know our kind are no longer permitted in Lios or the Twilight Kingdoms.”
Haseo froze. “Yeah well, I’ve got you to thank for that!” he fumed.
“And I can not apologize enough for my foolishness,” the emperor replied forlornly, “I can only hope that you will allow me to help you. Ovan will try to recapture you. I’ve no doubt about that.”
“I don’t need your help!” he spat indignantly, “I can handle that bastard on my own!” He headed for the ornate door he’d seen earlier.
As much as he had come to care for the former angel, Endrance had had enough of stubborn demons. Just as he fledgling laid a hand on the doorknob, the sky blue haired vampire grabbed hold of him and spun him around, pinning him against the heavy wood. “Do you even know how to take care of yourself now? How to find a meal without risking being caught by the Twilight Knights or one of us?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
Haseo glowered at him. How he hated when someone else was right. Sighing in defeat he looked away.
“I didn’t think so,” Endrance said matter-of-factly, smirking just a tiny bit.
“It… It’s just that I’m worried,” the silver haired fledgling muttered quietly. “My friend…”
The sky blue haired man’s garnet eyes saddened greatly. He led the boy to the bed and made him sit on the water filled mattress. Kneeling before him, the demon emperor took his hand in one of his slightly larger and delicate ones, placing the other on his cheek and cupped it lovingly. “Haseo, my rose,” he said, making sure he wasn’t going to look away. “What I have to say won’t be easy, but you must hear it. All of it.” The silver haired fledgling made no move to pull away in spite of the uneasiness the emperor’s words had caused. Something must have happened to Silabus.
“I tried to save your friend. I did everything I could think of short of openly fighting Ovan for him.”
“Then why didn’t you?!” demanded an angry Haseo, “You could have beaten him! You beat me in case you’ve forgotten!”
“Even if I had defeated him, lovely one. It would still be too late for your friend.” Endrance looked down, ashamed for not being able to save Haseo’s friend and thus make his lovely rose happy.
“W-What do you mean too late?!” the fledgling queried, fear very prevalent in his voice. “S-Silabus… i-is he…?”
The sky blue haired vampire let out a mournful sigh. “If only that were so, my rose. I fear your Silabus has been given a fate far worse than ours.” Haseo stared at the despair that was clearly written on his sire’s face. Gulping, he squeezed the hand holding his in a silent plea to go on and hoped it would give him a small bit of comfort as well.
Smiling gratefully at the gesture, Endrance went on. “He has become a lost one.”
It took several seconds for the words to sink in. When they finally did, silver haired fledgling began sobbing uncontrollably. All the anger, hate and frustration he’d been feeling earlier had all been scared away by that piece of news. When Silabus went missing all those days ago, he should have known who was responsible. Deep down he knew Ovan had had his friend and he did nothing to get him back. He just sat on his @$$ and let the other knights do all the work. He didn’t even bother to try to escape and look for him when Ovan had finally captured him. He was a horrible friend! Who in their right mind would let their friend be turned into an incubus?! Especially one who was obviously now dependent on someone like him.
Endrance’s heart broke at the heart wrenching sounds his rose was making. Scooping the sobbing boy into his arms, he held him as close as he could, rubbing soothing patterns on the scarred back and crooned nonsensically into his ear. “I’m so sorry, my silver rose. Weep if you must, but know I am here for you. I will be the balm that soothes your aching soul,” he said, letting Haseo lay his head on his shoulder, “And maybe someday, you will forgive me.”
A half hour later, the silver haired demon’s sobs had morphed into quiet sniffles and Endrance was still rubbing his back and crooning to him, content to wait for his rose to make the next move in this strange relationship he’d found himself in now. “T-Thank you,” the boy whispered, blushing slightly and making no move to pull away.
He wasn’t ready to admit it, but he rather liked being held like that. It reminded Haseo of when Shino would hold him after he’d have a nightmare. The emperor smiled, grateful for any kind word that his fledgling would give him. “You’re welcome, my rose. Do you think you’re ready to feed yet?” he asked. He didn’t want them to part, but neither of them had had ‘breakfast’ yet and he was getting a tad thirsty.
Apparently Haseo had been thinking the same thing for the smaller vampire wrapped his arms around Endrance and began nuzzling the purple clad chest. “C-Can we stay like this for a bit more?” he asked shyly, causing his sire’s heart to skip a bit.
“Whatever you shall desire, shall be yours, my lovely one,” the sky blue haired man replied, overjoyed at the request. “For you are the emperor of my heart. Not in over a hundred years has anyone made my cold dead blood boil as you have when we fought.”
Haseo’s head shot up in utter disbelief. Never had he heard anyone talk about him like that. Staring into those sad and gentle garnets, he only saw the intense loneliness hidden behind the love shining in them. There was no deceit only a fierce and deep love amidst the loneliness. In that instant, he finally understood. He and Endrance were the same.
Like the emperor he was surrounded by those who adored and worshipped him, but there wasn’t a single person he felt close to. Not even Shino, whom he had talked to the most had been able to get past the walls around his heart. It was ironic really, that it would be a demon and not another angel to get the stoic former angel to open up.
He grabbed Endrance’s head in his hands and shyly placed his lips on his. The emperor’s heart almost stopped entirely at the sheer happiness that flooded it. “My lovely rose,” he murmured when Haseo pulled back a few minutes later blushing profusely. “How you make my heart come alive.” He gave a quick kiss to his fledgling’s lips, before pulling them off the bed.
“Come, my, lovely mate. We must feed or this happiness you have given me would have been all for naught.” Haseo blushed heavily again, but let himself be led throughout the castle.
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As the days passed, Haseo had taken to exploring the strange upside down castle or practicing his newfound power of telekinesis with his sire or sparring with Macha and Endrance. He often wondered how come the gravity was reversed, but soon gave up since no one he asked had the answer.
He was walking along a hall on the other side of the castle a week later, peering into rooms as he came to them. He stopped when a familiar yellow and black demon came from one of the doors up ahead.
“S-Skeith?!” the silver haired fledgling called.
Turning, the demon’s three eyes lit up slightly. <<It is good to see you Haseo,>> he said letting the boy wrap his arms around his friend.
“What are you doing here?!” Haseo asked, darting his eyes around, “O-Ovan isn’t…”
Skeith cupped the silver haired boy’s cheek. <<He isn’t here. You needn’t worry.>>
“Then what?” he asked nervously, fearing he knew the answer had something to do with a certain honey brown haired friend.
The yellow and black knight’s eyes dimmed in pity and shame. <<I couldn’t stay there anymore. Not after what he put you through. So I left. I was never really in his service anyway.>>
Haseo wanted to ask why he was working for that bastard in the first place, but he had more a more pressing matter on his mind at the moment. “Skeith, S-Silabus… how is he? I-Is he… ok?” Ever since Endrance had told him what the other angel had become, he’d been extremely worried for his friend’s safety, which is why he’d been wandering around the castle looking for anything to do to take his mind off him.
The Knight of Morganna looked toward the door he’d come from, trying to think of what to tell him or rather, how. “Skeith!” Haseo demanded. Sighing, the yellow and black demon placed his hand on the fledgling’s shoulder. <<Your friend is safe,>> he said, then walked past him and down the hall.
That had not eased his mind at all. ‘Damn it, Skeith! What are you hiding?! I Already know Sil’s a lost one now!’ Cursing silently, he went back to what he had been doing before running into the knight.
Looking into the room Skeith had come from, his eyes widened in curiosity upon seeing various beds lined up and shelves full of many multicolored jars, bottles, and vials. ‘Must be some kind of infirmary,’ he pondered. He was about to close the door again when he noticed someone sitting beside one of the beds and was now turning to face him.
“Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone was here,” the fledgling apologized.
The person was a silver haired boy around his age, however, he could tell by his scent that he was a demon. “You’re Haseo aren’t you? My cousin’s mate?” Haseo blushed at the mate part. Smiling warmly, the other demon clasped his hand, surprising the taller demon. “I’m Tsukasa, En’s cousin. I can’t thank you enough.”
He blinked. “For what?”
“Before you showed up, all En ever did was mope around the castle. Now he’s smiling and actually getting out more.”
Haseo smiled, remembering how the emperor had told him of how he’d lost his girlfriend in the Twilight War and swore to never replace her no matter how much the other females tried or how much Macha resembled her older sister. “Y-You’re welcome, I guess,” he replied, shyly. His eyes shifted to over the bed, still unused to being thanked.
He gasped recognizing the figure lying on the bed. “S-Silabus…” he muttered, frowning at the still healing bruises and various cuts and welts covering his body.
Laying a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, Tsukasa let him sit in the chair he’d been occupying earlier. “The wounds will heal,” he said pulling up another chair. “As to when he’ll wake up, I don’t know. My healing can only do so much.”
Haseo nodded solemnly. “I’ll kill that bastard!” he spat venomously.
Tsukasa nodded, understanding his guest’s anger. He too felt a growing desire to murder a certain cornflower haired demon. “Don’t worry,” he said watching the taller boy struggle with the emotions running wild on his face and taking one limp hand in his. “I’m not about to leave him alone like this. I’ve been here every day since Sir Skeith brought him here, watching over him.
“I’m glad he did,” Haseo whispered. “I’ve been worried sick about him since that damned tournament.”
The two sat in silence for a while until the silver haired healer spoke again. “If Ovan had him as a bed slave,” Tsukasa looked down, trying to find a way to put it gently, “there may be the possibility that…”
“I already know,” interrupted his companion, “He’s a lost one. Endrance told me. He said he saw Sil acting like one when he tried to save the both of us at the tournament.”
The black robed boy’s amethyst eyes widened and a look of sheer pity appeared on his face. “I’m so sorry. If that’s really so, no amount of healing will help him now. There’s no turning back once you’re an incubus.”
Haseo nodded grimly. “You did what you could. I’m just glad he’s here and away from… him.”
They continued to sit in silence until Endrance came looking for his mate. Before they left, Tsukasa emphatically assured Haseo that he wouldn’t leave the room until his friend had woken up and was able to be on his own for a bit, which the fledgling vampire was grateful for.
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<<He’d be better off dead,>> the feline demon said grimly as she watched the emperor’s cousin sit by the unconscious boy’s side. She shook her head, pitying the gentle boy for refusing to leave the castle’s hospital wing let alone the injured angel’s bedside. Even Haseo had a hard time leaving if it weren’t for the emperor dragging him away to eat or sleep every day.
“Macha!” he reprimanded, “How can you say that?!” He stared at the comatose angel as if he’d come to at any moment. But the boy showed no signs of waking. It had been almost two weeks since the yellow and black demon brought the broken and bleeding form of Ovan’s pleasure slave to Wailing Castle Wald Überlisterin. The former priest of Morganna turned shadow warlock was able to heal most of the damage, but could do nothing to get him to wake up.
He had been startled by the former slave’s attractive looks once the swelling and bruising had begun to fade. It had angered him to no end that anyone so gentle looking would be treated so harshly. It reminded him of how the goddess had treated him at the beginning of the Twilight War and why he chose to leave her service once she’d been defeated. Tsukasa grasped the boy’s hand in his, silently praying that he would wake up soon.
<<Trust me, kiddo. You’ll have your hands full should he wake up.>> The cat demon lay a sympathetic hand on the silver haired demon’s shoulder before leaving him to his self imposed vigil.
“He’ll wake up, Macha,” he whispered. “You’ll wake up right?” he asked the unconscious boy. He brushed a stray lock of the honey brown hair out the boy’s face, marveling at the softness of the skin. “Please wake up,” he pleaded again.
A few hours later found Tsukasa sleeping on the bed next to his patient, murmuring in his sleep, unaware about what was about to happen. Rolling onto his side away from the other bed, he missed seeing the sleeping figure’s eyes slowly flutter open.
Silabus sat up, blinking confusedly. However the confusion was replaced with an intense hunger. The last time he could remember feeling that hunger was just before his master whipped him. It wasn’t the typical hunger one would feel then satisfy by eating a meal. It was the kind of hunger he’d been getting off and on the past few weeks. He soon learned that the only thing that made it go away was when his master took him to his bed. He would always feel full afterward and sometimes as if he’d overstuffed himself after a much longer session.
Deciding to search for his master, the honey brown haired boy carefully got off the bed, not caring that there wasn’t a stitch of clothing on him. Noticing a figure sleeping on the bed next to his, he curiously peered at the boy. Without realizing it, Silabus bent over and licked the exposed earlobe.
“Mmm… Elk,” the silver haired boy murmured. Encouraged by that quiet voice, the angel crawled onto the bed. His body shivered slightly and his hair lightened until it was the sky blue of the demon emperor’s. His face and eyes also had changed into a perfect match of Endrance’s.
The now transformed angel wrapped his arms around the sleeping boy and licked and sucked at his jaw line and neck. Tsukasa moaned again and instinctively pressed into the arms that were now snaking beneath his robes. “Elk…” he moaned louder this time, waking himself up as one slender hand brushed against and pinched a rapidly hardening nipple.
The silver haired boy jumped and rolled over see his cousin in bed with him and wearing absolutely nothing! “El…En?!” he stammered, almost forgetting that the emperor had changed his identity due to his involvement in the Twilight War. The boy turned redder than the marks on his face. His cousin said nothing smiling mischievously as well as eyeing him hungrily.
Placing a finger on the flustered boy’s lips, he pushed Tsukasa back down and began to undo the shadow warlock’s robes. The silver haired demon couldn’t help but moan and shiver at the other demon’s licks, nips, kisses, and feather light touches. He pulled the sky blue head down to his and shyly kissed the rose pink lips.
Seeing that his prey was no longer going to resist, the demon emperor snaked his hands a bit lower, causing Tsukasa to arch off the bed and practically scream. ‘I-It’s a good thing the c-castle’s so b-big,’ he thought, barely able to stay focused. ‘I’d just die if ‘she’ heard us.’
The sky blue haired demon was enjoying the meal that had been provided for him so much that he missed the shocked gasp when Tsukasa’s hands ran across his back.
The silver haired demon’s eyes widened when he felt the scars littering the emperor’s back. His cousin didn’t have scars! His skin was completely unblemished, not a mark anywhere. So who was it that was on top of him. “W-Who are you?” he demanded, fighting against the moans that kept coming from his mouth. “Y-You’re… not…”
The sky blue haired demon blinked. There was a slight shivering of his body and it returned to its original form, that of the honey brown haired slave. Silabus stared at the silver haired demon before him, confused as to what was going on.
“So that’s why she said that,” Tsukasa mused, feeling an immense pity toward the boy. “You are a lost one.” He knew all too well about what happened to angel slaves who became incubi or lost ones as demonkind called them. Should a lost one be denied their ‘food’ for an extended amount of time, they would start to go mad and then eventually die of starvation for no amount of regular food would satisfy their hunger.
“Lost… one?” the fledgling incubus asked, his voice weak and hoarse from disuse.
Tsukasa placed a hand gently on the boy’s cheek. “Do you know who you are?” he asked, letting the incubus to suck on his fingers, digging the nails of his other hand into the palm in an attempt to not give in.
The honey brown haired demon blinked confusedly again, furrowing his brow. “P… Pet,” he said, remembering that his master had often called him that.
Tsukasa frowned. He had been afraid of that. It appeared that like all the other incubi he had seen, this one had probably lost all memory of his former self and was now completely dependent on someone to ‘feed’ him.
Speaking of which, the incubus’ sucking had stopped and he was now pushing him back onto the bed. “Hungry…” he whimpered, pleading him with gentle and worried honey eyes.
The silver haired demon’s heart went out to the pitiful creature. How dare Ovan make a mockery of such a kind and gentle looking being! “I-I know,” he said firmly pushing him away. The incubus pouted cutely, but Tsukasa held up his hand, causing Silabus to wind up kissing the palm. “T-Two more questions, then you can… um… ‘eat’.” The incubus stared at the demon, waiting for the questions. “Do you remember who your master is?”
The incubus furrowed his brow again. “O… van?” he said after a few moments of silence.
Tsukasa frowned again. ‘Just as with the others,’ he said grimly, ‘He remembers nothing but that bastard!’ “Do you remember how long you’ve been with him?”
A few moments of silence later the incubus spoke again, “Always with master.”
Tsukasa frowned again. “I want you to listen to me,” he said grabbing the incubus’ head with both hands and forced them to be eye-to-eye. “Ovan. Is. Not. Your. Master,” he said sternly. “He won’t hurt you anymore.”
“Master?” Silabus asked, looking deeply into the demon’s amethyst eyes.
‘Forgive me,’ he said to no one in particular, ‘I have no choice or he’ll die.’ Smiling gently, he nodded maneuvering them until he was the one on top. The incubus eagerly waited as Tsukasa undressed and crawled back into the bed. ‘If I ever see that bastard, he is so dead!’ he vowed as the incubus took the lead, but allowed his ‘master’ to remain on top. It wasn’t until dawn that both demons had gotten any sleep that night.
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~TBC!~
Sakura: Hooboy. Is it just me or is it getting a bit steamy in here?
En-sama: You have my undying gratitude for your kindness, Sakura-san! <3
Sakura: As I said before anything for you En-sama!
Silabus: I really appreciate that you got me away from Ovan, but why make me an incubus?
Sakura: I’m reeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyy sorry Sil-chan. I wasn’t really planning on for that to happen, but you know how L-sama is. She’s always changing her mind.
L-sama: Yet another complaint my miko?
Sakura: EEP!! O-Of c-course not, ma’am.
L-sama: It better not be. I don’t give fic ideas to just anyone you know.
Sakura: And I’m grateful for every single one L-sama. I’d never last this long without you.
L-sama: Hmph. I should think so. Well, got to go. Worlds to create, people to torment and all that fun stuff.
Haseo: You okay?
Sakura: Y-Yeah. Now do you get it why I can’t do a thing about these things?
Silabus: I had no idea. That is one scary lady.
Sakura: She’s not called ‘Lord of Nightmares’ for nothing Sil. Anyhoo, it seems as though there’s still more left of this baby.
En-sama: ^_^ <3
Haseo: Just what I needed, more time with Endrance.
En-sama: It warms my heart that you need me so Haseo. <3
Sakura: Yeesh, get a room you two. Anyhoo, minna, let me know what you think, ‘k?
by Sakura (aka L-sama no Miko)
Chapter 5
The honey brown haired angel lay in a broken bloody heap on the throne room floor. The cornflower haired demon lord scoffed in disgust at what was left of his slave.
Flashback
Upon arriving at Serpentine Castle Gift Reißzahn, the lord of the castle had immediately dragged the poor angel to his chambers and threw him onto the bed none too gently. Knowing what was going to happen next, Silabus shakingly removed his clothes and lay on his back. Ovan raised an eyebrow at his pet’s lack of resistance, but proceeded to undress and then pounced on him, kissing him angrily. The honey brown haired angel moaned and spread his legs wider, giving his master better access. As Silabus continued to show no signs of resistance, like he usually did, the cornflower haired demon grew more and rougher with him until Ovan let out an annoyed growl.
“Did you really think that you’d be able to protect your precious Haseo from my anger if you spread your legs fro me?” he scolded.
Silabus turned his head away in shame, seeing that his master had seen through his plan. But there was another reason why he was behaving the way he was. As with earlier at the Lumina Cloth Arena, he wanted his master to touch him, use him in anyway he pleased.
The demon lord grabbed the angel’s waist long ponytail and yanked him off the bed. Pulling on a robe, Ovan then proceeded to drag the still naked boy through the halls and down into the dungeons. “You of all people should know there is no escape from me, Silabus,” he said icily as he picked up a cat-o’-nine-tails and began to whip him harshly.
The angel however refused to cry out no matter how much he hurt. He deserved that for trying to seduce his master. And he still held the hope that by accepting his punishment, Ovan’s anger would have subsided enough for him to forget about Haseo for a little while. The whipping continued for a half hour until the cornflower haired demon grew bored and there was nothing left of Silabus’ back to whip.
Then as if to ‘rub salt into the wound’, the demon lord dragged his slave from the dungeons to the throne room where he announced that he was now fair game to all the demons present.
End Flashback
That had been a few hours ago and the demons had all left for the evening, leaving behind an extremely well used pleasure slave covered in all manners of fluids as well as his own blood. Through it all, Silabus had not once resisted, accepting anything and everything the demons did to him. He even found that he had enjoyed every moment of it, which made him violently sick at times and start to retreat into his mind. However, the pleasure he was forced to feel wouldn’t let him stay there for long and he had moaned like a whore until his throat bled and gave out.
“Clean that mess up,” the cornflower haired demon said not bothering to look at whoever had remained. Had he had, Ovan would have changed his mind about that order. The cruel demon lord strode from the throne room without another glance at the near dead angel.
The black and yellow demon’s eyes were a blazing fiery red. Skeith was furious at his master’s callous words and actions. The angel had done nothing to deserve such a severe punishment. ‘I can no longer remain here,’ he said, barely keeping himself from rushing after the lord of the castle and gutting him on his scythe where he stood. ‘And neither can the little one, lost one or not.’
Gingerly picking up the broken body and carrying him bridal style, he ran out of the castle to the Chaos Gate just before the other side of the huge wall of Morrigu Barrow that protected the castle grounds. <<?, Hidden Forbidden Hades!>> the demon shouted, giving the keywords to reach the emperor’s palace, Wald Überlisterin.
Within moments, the two were warped to an upside down castle that lay hidden in a cavern below an underground lake. He ran past the demon and human servants who had been started by the knight’s sudden appearance. <<Whoa, slow down there, friend.>> a cat demon in a flower shaped gown said, taking hold of Skeith’s shoulder. <<What’s going on? What happened?>> she asked, eyes widening at the sight of the limp form in his arms.
<<Macha, where is Tsukasa-sama?>> he asked, desperately.
Seeing that answers would have to wait, Macha gave a sympathetic nod of understanding. After all, the emperor’s cousin was the best healer in Helba, even if he was a shadow warlock now. <<This way,>> she said leading him to the castle’s hospital wing. <<Put him down and I’ll go fetch Tsukasa-sama.>>
Nodding in thanks, the yellow and black demon obeyed and carefully placed the dying angel onto one of the infirmary’s many cots, grateful that it was well stocked and clean even if it was hardly ever used.
About two minutes later, a boy with silver hair and blue and gray robes came rushing in. “Macha… said there’s someone hurt… badly,” he said panting having run from the other side of the castle. Skeith moved aside and the boy gasped at the bloody and filthy figure lying on the bed. “W-What happened?” he asked glowering slightly at the demon.
<<Ovan,>> was all Skeith was able to say. He then left the infirmary, knowing he’d just be in the way. Tsukasa stared after the Knight of Morganna, but quickly turned back to his patient, now wasn’t the time for questions. He had a life to save.
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Haseo opened his eyes to find he wasn’t in his room. Looking around curiously, he saw that he was lying on an enormous bed with blue, purple and silver silk sheets. He raised an eyebrow at the faint squish sound as he pressed down on it. Beside him lay the still sleeping demon emperor. Confused as to what he was doing there, he started to get up and see if he could find Skeith and demand some answers.
A faint murmur from the sleeping demon behind him caused him to pause and look to him again. He suddenly felt as though he hadn’t drunk anything in days and he staggered against the bed, collapsing back on to it. The sky blue haired demon stirred again but did not wake. Haseo continued to stare at the emperor, his eyes focusing on the pale slender neck he knew to be hidden beneath the sky blue tresses.
Silent as a cat stalking its prey, the silver haired boy crawled over to Endrance and moved the hair aside then began nipping the soft skin of his neck. The demon emperor gave a pleasured moan and arched into the touch. Pleased at the better access he’d been given, Haseo bit harshly into the man’s throat, lapping and sucking eagerly at the black liquid that began to flow.
The demon emperor jolted awake and knocked his attacker onto the floor. Grabbing the dagger he’d used earlier, he then pounced on the figure blinking confusedly at the bed. With serpentine speed, he brought the blade to his throat, ready to strike. Upon recognizing the red markings and silver hair, Endrance lowered the dagger. Chuckling, he stood up shaking his head. “Forgive me my lovely one. I should have remembered you’d be hungry when you woke up,” he apologized.
Haseo just sat staring at him. What was he doing?! Why did he bite the demon’s neck like that? Then the memory of the previous night hit him like a ton of bricks. He knew what he had become now. “You bastard!” he yelled, grabbing the discarded dagger and lunging at the demon emperor. “How dare you turn me into a demon!”
Sighing mournfully, the sky blue haired man caught the fledgling’s wrist before he could do any damage. “I had no choice, my rose. I only meant to bind you to me so that boor wouldn’t be able to reclaim you. I didn’t know you’d taste as delicious as you look. Forgive me for not being able to control myself.” He then took the dagger from Haseo’s hand and kissed the palm in apology.
“L-Let me go! I’m not your anything!” he spat, baring his fangs and jumped away from him.
Endrance frowned, guilt and shame covering his usually apathetic features. He began to mentally call himself every possible insult he could think of. He had sworn never to allow himself to become like the one who made him a vampire. He’d been cursing the day he met Kite ever since he found out what he really was.
It was the beginning of the Twilight War. He and Macha’s older sister Mia were heading to the Chaos Gate of Mac Anu when Mia stopped to admire the human’s bracelet that no one but her and Macha could see. He had been suspicious of the aqua haired boy from the start, but soon grew to love him, seduced by his kindness and many gifts of better equipment and aromatic grass. Little did he know until toward the end of the war that the boy he had thought to be human was actually a demon like him – no, not just a mere weakling like him, but a powerful vampire.
The sky blue haired boy had tried to escape, but Kite had proved to be much stronger and forced him not to only lie with him, but forced the change on him as well. And now, he’d practically gone and done the same thing to this poor abused angel.
“Hate me if you must, but please accept my apology. I have no excuse for what I’ve done,” he then handed him the dagger, seeing that Haseo was bent on hating him no matter what, “I surrender to you, Haseo so do with me what you will,” he said calmly, smiling sadly.
The silver haired fledgling stared at the emperor then at the blade that had been gently pressed into his hands then back at him again. “This is stupid,” Haseo muttered tossing the dagger away. “Thanks for healing me, but I’m out of here.”
One sky blue eyebrow rose in slight shock and amusement. “Where will you go, lovely one?” Endrance asked, “You know our kind are no longer permitted in Lios or the Twilight Kingdoms.”
Haseo froze. “Yeah well, I’ve got you to thank for that!” he fumed.
“And I can not apologize enough for my foolishness,” the emperor replied forlornly, “I can only hope that you will allow me to help you. Ovan will try to recapture you. I’ve no doubt about that.”
“I don’t need your help!” he spat indignantly, “I can handle that bastard on my own!” He headed for the ornate door he’d seen earlier.
As much as he had come to care for the former angel, Endrance had had enough of stubborn demons. Just as he fledgling laid a hand on the doorknob, the sky blue haired vampire grabbed hold of him and spun him around, pinning him against the heavy wood. “Do you even know how to take care of yourself now? How to find a meal without risking being caught by the Twilight Knights or one of us?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
Haseo glowered at him. How he hated when someone else was right. Sighing in defeat he looked away.
“I didn’t think so,” Endrance said matter-of-factly, smirking just a tiny bit.
“It… It’s just that I’m worried,” the silver haired fledgling muttered quietly. “My friend…”
The sky blue haired man’s garnet eyes saddened greatly. He led the boy to the bed and made him sit on the water filled mattress. Kneeling before him, the demon emperor took his hand in one of his slightly larger and delicate ones, placing the other on his cheek and cupped it lovingly. “Haseo, my rose,” he said, making sure he wasn’t going to look away. “What I have to say won’t be easy, but you must hear it. All of it.” The silver haired fledgling made no move to pull away in spite of the uneasiness the emperor’s words had caused. Something must have happened to Silabus.
“I tried to save your friend. I did everything I could think of short of openly fighting Ovan for him.”
“Then why didn’t you?!” demanded an angry Haseo, “You could have beaten him! You beat me in case you’ve forgotten!”
“Even if I had defeated him, lovely one. It would still be too late for your friend.” Endrance looked down, ashamed for not being able to save Haseo’s friend and thus make his lovely rose happy.
“W-What do you mean too late?!” the fledgling queried, fear very prevalent in his voice. “S-Silabus… i-is he…?”
The sky blue haired vampire let out a mournful sigh. “If only that were so, my rose. I fear your Silabus has been given a fate far worse than ours.” Haseo stared at the despair that was clearly written on his sire’s face. Gulping, he squeezed the hand holding his in a silent plea to go on and hoped it would give him a small bit of comfort as well.
Smiling gratefully at the gesture, Endrance went on. “He has become a lost one.”
It took several seconds for the words to sink in. When they finally did, silver haired fledgling began sobbing uncontrollably. All the anger, hate and frustration he’d been feeling earlier had all been scared away by that piece of news. When Silabus went missing all those days ago, he should have known who was responsible. Deep down he knew Ovan had had his friend and he did nothing to get him back. He just sat on his @$$ and let the other knights do all the work. He didn’t even bother to try to escape and look for him when Ovan had finally captured him. He was a horrible friend! Who in their right mind would let their friend be turned into an incubus?! Especially one who was obviously now dependent on someone like him.
Endrance’s heart broke at the heart wrenching sounds his rose was making. Scooping the sobbing boy into his arms, he held him as close as he could, rubbing soothing patterns on the scarred back and crooned nonsensically into his ear. “I’m so sorry, my silver rose. Weep if you must, but know I am here for you. I will be the balm that soothes your aching soul,” he said, letting Haseo lay his head on his shoulder, “And maybe someday, you will forgive me.”
A half hour later, the silver haired demon’s sobs had morphed into quiet sniffles and Endrance was still rubbing his back and crooning to him, content to wait for his rose to make the next move in this strange relationship he’d found himself in now. “T-Thank you,” the boy whispered, blushing slightly and making no move to pull away.
He wasn’t ready to admit it, but he rather liked being held like that. It reminded Haseo of when Shino would hold him after he’d have a nightmare. The emperor smiled, grateful for any kind word that his fledgling would give him. “You’re welcome, my rose. Do you think you’re ready to feed yet?” he asked. He didn’t want them to part, but neither of them had had ‘breakfast’ yet and he was getting a tad thirsty.
Apparently Haseo had been thinking the same thing for the smaller vampire wrapped his arms around Endrance and began nuzzling the purple clad chest. “C-Can we stay like this for a bit more?” he asked shyly, causing his sire’s heart to skip a bit.
“Whatever you shall desire, shall be yours, my lovely one,” the sky blue haired man replied, overjoyed at the request. “For you are the emperor of my heart. Not in over a hundred years has anyone made my cold dead blood boil as you have when we fought.”
Haseo’s head shot up in utter disbelief. Never had he heard anyone talk about him like that. Staring into those sad and gentle garnets, he only saw the intense loneliness hidden behind the love shining in them. There was no deceit only a fierce and deep love amidst the loneliness. In that instant, he finally understood. He and Endrance were the same.
Like the emperor he was surrounded by those who adored and worshipped him, but there wasn’t a single person he felt close to. Not even Shino, whom he had talked to the most had been able to get past the walls around his heart. It was ironic really, that it would be a demon and not another angel to get the stoic former angel to open up.
He grabbed Endrance’s head in his hands and shyly placed his lips on his. The emperor’s heart almost stopped entirely at the sheer happiness that flooded it. “My lovely rose,” he murmured when Haseo pulled back a few minutes later blushing profusely. “How you make my heart come alive.” He gave a quick kiss to his fledgling’s lips, before pulling them off the bed.
“Come, my, lovely mate. We must feed or this happiness you have given me would have been all for naught.” Haseo blushed heavily again, but let himself be led throughout the castle.
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As the days passed, Haseo had taken to exploring the strange upside down castle or practicing his newfound power of telekinesis with his sire or sparring with Macha and Endrance. He often wondered how come the gravity was reversed, but soon gave up since no one he asked had the answer.
He was walking along a hall on the other side of the castle a week later, peering into rooms as he came to them. He stopped when a familiar yellow and black demon came from one of the doors up ahead.
“S-Skeith?!” the silver haired fledgling called.
Turning, the demon’s three eyes lit up slightly. <<It is good to see you Haseo,>> he said letting the boy wrap his arms around his friend.
“What are you doing here?!” Haseo asked, darting his eyes around, “O-Ovan isn’t…”
Skeith cupped the silver haired boy’s cheek. <<He isn’t here. You needn’t worry.>>
“Then what?” he asked nervously, fearing he knew the answer had something to do with a certain honey brown haired friend.
The yellow and black knight’s eyes dimmed in pity and shame. <<I couldn’t stay there anymore. Not after what he put you through. So I left. I was never really in his service anyway.>>
Haseo wanted to ask why he was working for that bastard in the first place, but he had more a more pressing matter on his mind at the moment. “Skeith, S-Silabus… how is he? I-Is he… ok?” Ever since Endrance had told him what the other angel had become, he’d been extremely worried for his friend’s safety, which is why he’d been wandering around the castle looking for anything to do to take his mind off him.
The Knight of Morganna looked toward the door he’d come from, trying to think of what to tell him or rather, how. “Skeith!” Haseo demanded. Sighing, the yellow and black demon placed his hand on the fledgling’s shoulder. <<Your friend is safe,>> he said, then walked past him and down the hall.
That had not eased his mind at all. ‘Damn it, Skeith! What are you hiding?! I Already know Sil’s a lost one now!’ Cursing silently, he went back to what he had been doing before running into the knight.
Looking into the room Skeith had come from, his eyes widened in curiosity upon seeing various beds lined up and shelves full of many multicolored jars, bottles, and vials. ‘Must be some kind of infirmary,’ he pondered. He was about to close the door again when he noticed someone sitting beside one of the beds and was now turning to face him.
“Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone was here,” the fledgling apologized.
The person was a silver haired boy around his age, however, he could tell by his scent that he was a demon. “You’re Haseo aren’t you? My cousin’s mate?” Haseo blushed at the mate part. Smiling warmly, the other demon clasped his hand, surprising the taller demon. “I’m Tsukasa, En’s cousin. I can’t thank you enough.”
He blinked. “For what?”
“Before you showed up, all En ever did was mope around the castle. Now he’s smiling and actually getting out more.”
Haseo smiled, remembering how the emperor had told him of how he’d lost his girlfriend in the Twilight War and swore to never replace her no matter how much the other females tried or how much Macha resembled her older sister. “Y-You’re welcome, I guess,” he replied, shyly. His eyes shifted to over the bed, still unused to being thanked.
He gasped recognizing the figure lying on the bed. “S-Silabus…” he muttered, frowning at the still healing bruises and various cuts and welts covering his body.
Laying a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, Tsukasa let him sit in the chair he’d been occupying earlier. “The wounds will heal,” he said pulling up another chair. “As to when he’ll wake up, I don’t know. My healing can only do so much.”
Haseo nodded solemnly. “I’ll kill that bastard!” he spat venomously.
Tsukasa nodded, understanding his guest’s anger. He too felt a growing desire to murder a certain cornflower haired demon. “Don’t worry,” he said watching the taller boy struggle with the emotions running wild on his face and taking one limp hand in his. “I’m not about to leave him alone like this. I’ve been here every day since Sir Skeith brought him here, watching over him.
“I’m glad he did,” Haseo whispered. “I’ve been worried sick about him since that damned tournament.”
The two sat in silence for a while until the silver haired healer spoke again. “If Ovan had him as a bed slave,” Tsukasa looked down, trying to find a way to put it gently, “there may be the possibility that…”
“I already know,” interrupted his companion, “He’s a lost one. Endrance told me. He said he saw Sil acting like one when he tried to save the both of us at the tournament.”
The black robed boy’s amethyst eyes widened and a look of sheer pity appeared on his face. “I’m so sorry. If that’s really so, no amount of healing will help him now. There’s no turning back once you’re an incubus.”
Haseo nodded grimly. “You did what you could. I’m just glad he’s here and away from… him.”
They continued to sit in silence until Endrance came looking for his mate. Before they left, Tsukasa emphatically assured Haseo that he wouldn’t leave the room until his friend had woken up and was able to be on his own for a bit, which the fledgling vampire was grateful for.
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<<He’d be better off dead,>> the feline demon said grimly as she watched the emperor’s cousin sit by the unconscious boy’s side. She shook her head, pitying the gentle boy for refusing to leave the castle’s hospital wing let alone the injured angel’s bedside. Even Haseo had a hard time leaving if it weren’t for the emperor dragging him away to eat or sleep every day.
“Macha!” he reprimanded, “How can you say that?!” He stared at the comatose angel as if he’d come to at any moment. But the boy showed no signs of waking. It had been almost two weeks since the yellow and black demon brought the broken and bleeding form of Ovan’s pleasure slave to Wailing Castle Wald Überlisterin. The former priest of Morganna turned shadow warlock was able to heal most of the damage, but could do nothing to get him to wake up.
He had been startled by the former slave’s attractive looks once the swelling and bruising had begun to fade. It had angered him to no end that anyone so gentle looking would be treated so harshly. It reminded him of how the goddess had treated him at the beginning of the Twilight War and why he chose to leave her service once she’d been defeated. Tsukasa grasped the boy’s hand in his, silently praying that he would wake up soon.
<<Trust me, kiddo. You’ll have your hands full should he wake up.>> The cat demon lay a sympathetic hand on the silver haired demon’s shoulder before leaving him to his self imposed vigil.
“He’ll wake up, Macha,” he whispered. “You’ll wake up right?” he asked the unconscious boy. He brushed a stray lock of the honey brown hair out the boy’s face, marveling at the softness of the skin. “Please wake up,” he pleaded again.
A few hours later found Tsukasa sleeping on the bed next to his patient, murmuring in his sleep, unaware about what was about to happen. Rolling onto his side away from the other bed, he missed seeing the sleeping figure’s eyes slowly flutter open.
Silabus sat up, blinking confusedly. However the confusion was replaced with an intense hunger. The last time he could remember feeling that hunger was just before his master whipped him. It wasn’t the typical hunger one would feel then satisfy by eating a meal. It was the kind of hunger he’d been getting off and on the past few weeks. He soon learned that the only thing that made it go away was when his master took him to his bed. He would always feel full afterward and sometimes as if he’d overstuffed himself after a much longer session.
Deciding to search for his master, the honey brown haired boy carefully got off the bed, not caring that there wasn’t a stitch of clothing on him. Noticing a figure sleeping on the bed next to his, he curiously peered at the boy. Without realizing it, Silabus bent over and licked the exposed earlobe.
“Mmm… Elk,” the silver haired boy murmured. Encouraged by that quiet voice, the angel crawled onto the bed. His body shivered slightly and his hair lightened until it was the sky blue of the demon emperor’s. His face and eyes also had changed into a perfect match of Endrance’s.
The now transformed angel wrapped his arms around the sleeping boy and licked and sucked at his jaw line and neck. Tsukasa moaned again and instinctively pressed into the arms that were now snaking beneath his robes. “Elk…” he moaned louder this time, waking himself up as one slender hand brushed against and pinched a rapidly hardening nipple.
The silver haired boy jumped and rolled over see his cousin in bed with him and wearing absolutely nothing! “El…En?!” he stammered, almost forgetting that the emperor had changed his identity due to his involvement in the Twilight War. The boy turned redder than the marks on his face. His cousin said nothing smiling mischievously as well as eyeing him hungrily.
Placing a finger on the flustered boy’s lips, he pushed Tsukasa back down and began to undo the shadow warlock’s robes. The silver haired demon couldn’t help but moan and shiver at the other demon’s licks, nips, kisses, and feather light touches. He pulled the sky blue head down to his and shyly kissed the rose pink lips.
Seeing that his prey was no longer going to resist, the demon emperor snaked his hands a bit lower, causing Tsukasa to arch off the bed and practically scream. ‘I-It’s a good thing the c-castle’s so b-big,’ he thought, barely able to stay focused. ‘I’d just die if ‘she’ heard us.’
The sky blue haired demon was enjoying the meal that had been provided for him so much that he missed the shocked gasp when Tsukasa’s hands ran across his back.
The silver haired demon’s eyes widened when he felt the scars littering the emperor’s back. His cousin didn’t have scars! His skin was completely unblemished, not a mark anywhere. So who was it that was on top of him. “W-Who are you?” he demanded, fighting against the moans that kept coming from his mouth. “Y-You’re… not…”
The sky blue haired demon blinked. There was a slight shivering of his body and it returned to its original form, that of the honey brown haired slave. Silabus stared at the silver haired demon before him, confused as to what was going on.
“So that’s why she said that,” Tsukasa mused, feeling an immense pity toward the boy. “You are a lost one.” He knew all too well about what happened to angel slaves who became incubi or lost ones as demonkind called them. Should a lost one be denied their ‘food’ for an extended amount of time, they would start to go mad and then eventually die of starvation for no amount of regular food would satisfy their hunger.
“Lost… one?” the fledgling incubus asked, his voice weak and hoarse from disuse.
Tsukasa placed a hand gently on the boy’s cheek. “Do you know who you are?” he asked, letting the incubus to suck on his fingers, digging the nails of his other hand into the palm in an attempt to not give in.
The honey brown haired demon blinked confusedly again, furrowing his brow. “P… Pet,” he said, remembering that his master had often called him that.
Tsukasa frowned. He had been afraid of that. It appeared that like all the other incubi he had seen, this one had probably lost all memory of his former self and was now completely dependent on someone to ‘feed’ him.
Speaking of which, the incubus’ sucking had stopped and he was now pushing him back onto the bed. “Hungry…” he whimpered, pleading him with gentle and worried honey eyes.
The silver haired demon’s heart went out to the pitiful creature. How dare Ovan make a mockery of such a kind and gentle looking being! “I-I know,” he said firmly pushing him away. The incubus pouted cutely, but Tsukasa held up his hand, causing Silabus to wind up kissing the palm. “T-Two more questions, then you can… um… ‘eat’.” The incubus stared at the demon, waiting for the questions. “Do you remember who your master is?”
The incubus furrowed his brow again. “O… van?” he said after a few moments of silence.
Tsukasa frowned again. ‘Just as with the others,’ he said grimly, ‘He remembers nothing but that bastard!’ “Do you remember how long you’ve been with him?”
A few moments of silence later the incubus spoke again, “Always with master.”
Tsukasa frowned again. “I want you to listen to me,” he said grabbing the incubus’ head with both hands and forced them to be eye-to-eye. “Ovan. Is. Not. Your. Master,” he said sternly. “He won’t hurt you anymore.”
“Master?” Silabus asked, looking deeply into the demon’s amethyst eyes.
‘Forgive me,’ he said to no one in particular, ‘I have no choice or he’ll die.’ Smiling gently, he nodded maneuvering them until he was the one on top. The incubus eagerly waited as Tsukasa undressed and crawled back into the bed. ‘If I ever see that bastard, he is so dead!’ he vowed as the incubus took the lead, but allowed his ‘master’ to remain on top. It wasn’t until dawn that both demons had gotten any sleep that night.
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~TBC!~
Sakura: Hooboy. Is it just me or is it getting a bit steamy in here?
En-sama: You have my undying gratitude for your kindness, Sakura-san! <3
Sakura: As I said before anything for you En-sama!
Silabus: I really appreciate that you got me away from Ovan, but why make me an incubus?
Sakura: I’m reeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyy sorry Sil-chan. I wasn’t really planning on for that to happen, but you know how L-sama is. She’s always changing her mind.
L-sama: Yet another complaint my miko?
Sakura: EEP!! O-Of c-course not, ma’am.
L-sama: It better not be. I don’t give fic ideas to just anyone you know.
Sakura: And I’m grateful for every single one L-sama. I’d never last this long without you.
L-sama: Hmph. I should think so. Well, got to go. Worlds to create, people to torment and all that fun stuff.
Haseo: You okay?
Sakura: Y-Yeah. Now do you get it why I can’t do a thing about these things?
Silabus: I had no idea. That is one scary lady.
Sakura: She’s not called ‘Lord of Nightmares’ for nothing Sil. Anyhoo, it seems as though there’s still more left of this baby.
En-sama: ^_^ <3
Haseo: Just what I needed, more time with Endrance.
En-sama: It warms my heart that you need me so Haseo. <3
Sakura: Yeesh, get a room you two. Anyhoo, minna, let me know what you think, ‘k?