Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Temptation's Promise ❯ Deception ( Chapter 1 )

FAKE

 

Temptation's Promise

 

by Lady Dragonphire

 

Summary: Sequel to `Temptation's Desire'. The next arc of the story unfolds. Can Dee protect his fallen angel one last time from those who seek to destroy their love? DeexRyo.

Disclaimer:  FAKE and its characters are the property of Sanami Matoh.  This fantasy story is my own interpretation of angels and demons and the portrayal of the legends concerning the characters in the story is not based off of any religious canon.  The fic is in no way meant to offend anyone of any religious affiliation.  

A/N:  Hello and thank you for reading.  It is highly recommended that you read `Temptation's Desire' first in order to understand the background for this story.  This fic will be darker than its predecessor, with a lot more angst.  Any necessary warnings will be given at the beginning of each chapter of the trilogy.  Special thanks goes to my yaoi buddy BlueClarity88 and to my wonderful beta Nightstalker.  Enjoy!

Warning: Angst, Violation

 

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Chapter 1. Deception

 

“Mmmm, Dee,” Ryo sighed softly, clutching the warm muscular body that was wrapped around him closer to his sleek frame and snuggling deeper within the feathers of the sparkling silver wings that surrounded him in a loving embrace. The angel slowly opened his beautiful dark eyes, blinking into the bright sunlight, as he gazed at the demon who held him, the one who had captured his heart.

 

Striking emerald depths fluttered open and a brilliant smile graced Dee's handsome features as he found himself drowning in obsidian pools filled with love. “Ryo,” he whispered, pulling the shy honey blonde angel closer against him, molding their bodies together completely as he gently stroked Ryo's soft wings in languid patterns with his fingertips.

 

Ryo closed his eyes and moaned softly from the intimate contact, a heated blush spreading across his fair cheeks as he buried his face against Dee's chest. The honey blonde could feel the powerful rhythm of Dee's heartbeat, and he began to tenderly kiss Dee's chest and neck, leaving a slow, burning trail of passion in his wake.

 

Ryo gasped, blushing deeply, when Dee encountered a particularly sensitive spot at the base of his wings. He arched into the raven-haired demon's touch, his supple body pressing entreatingly against Dee's. Ryo's fingertips skimmed across the small scar on Dee's chest over his heart where the avenging angel had inflicted the mortal wound not so long ago. Dee had refused to let Ryo heal it completely, a testament of their inner strength and their loving sacrifice to be together. Their forbidden love had been put to the ultimate test, Dee choosing to put Ryo's life above his own, and Ryo giving his life for Dee as well. Their souls were bound together for all eternity, their fates intertwined. When one died, both would die, but when one lived, both would live. Their distinctive bond was unmistakable in the beautiful silver coloring of their wings.

 

“My beautiful fallen angel,” Dee murmured, tilting his head back as Ryo kissed and sucked gently at the base of his neck. He could feel the heat from Ryo's cheeks as it radiated against him, and found it thrilling that the seraphic beauty desired him for all eternity. Ryo was his forever. They belonged only to each other.

 

Dee continued to caress Ryo's soft silver wings, causing Ryo to extend them, revealing their full splendor as they sparkled in the sunlight. Ryo shifted to lay on top of Dee, shielding the two forms entangled together from the warm sunlight with his wings. Dee brushed a wisp of honey hair away from Ryo's dark eyes as Ryo smiled contentedly and gazed down at Dee, glowing with a soft ethereal radiance. “I love you so much, Dee,” Ryo whispered, reverently cupping Dee's face as he pressed their foreheads together. “Forever.”

 

“Forever,” Dee echoed. “I'll love you forever.” He brought his sultry lips up to press against Ryo's, the angel parting his lips willingly as Dee's satiny tongue entered his succulent mouth. Dee hungrily thrust his tongue into the wet heat, reveling in the familiar yet intoxicating taste of his lover.

 

Ryo melted into the kiss, loving that Dee possessed a wanton side to the physical aspect of their love. Even though their love was forbidden by both angels and demons, he knew that within Dee resided his other half, one that he would never be complete without. He loved to give himself to Dee completely, loved being utterly ravished by the powerful demon when he brought their bodies together. Ryo never wanted anyone else.

 

The bond that they shared was now stronger than ever. Their eternal love had been put to the ultimate test and they had triumphed, although Ryo had been cast out of Elysium forever. Dee and Ryo were living together on Earth, happily looking forward to their new life together as immortal beings.

 

They had built a home together deep within the forest, a place secluded from wandering eyes where they could be safe and express their love for one another without fear of persecution or separation.

 

Their life's blood flowed throughout each other's veins, their hearts beating as one ever since Dee had made love to Ryo. The bond flowed so strongly between them that if they should separate for only a little, Ryo feared both would grow weak and die, unable to live without the other.

 

Ryo pushed the passing thoughts out of his mind, focusing instead on the comforting feel of Dee as the demon's hands roved unheeded over his lithe body, Dee's satiny tongue exploring his mouth and wracking his entire being with a blissful sense of euphoria.

 

Dee deepened the kiss, Ryo moaning as his lips parted further in supplication and he stroked Dee's chest. Dee growled low in his throat as Ryo's body began to glow with a brilliant white light, the gorgeous angel responding more fervently to the kiss as he clutched tightly onto Dee's shoulders.

 

Ryo was flushed and breathless as their lips parted, strands of his honey hair framing his dark eyes. A beautiful blush adorned his fair cheeks that revealed his endearingly shy demeanor as he gazed down at Dee. “I want to be with you completely,” the gentle angel murmured. He smiled, tenderly brushing ebony strands away from Dee's handsome visage as he gazed into the demon's deep green eyes, Dee's body bathed in a soft red glow. Dee's gorgeous silver wings were spread beneath him, strands of his raven hair accentuating his striking features, the image of Ryo reflected in his endless emerald depths.

 

Each time that they made love, their angelic and demonic traits blended further together. Dee felt a deeper spiritual connection to his fair angel, while Ryo felt an intense physical desire for his handsome demon. It was as if they had always known that they were meant for each other, perfect complements of two bodies that shared the same soul.

 

Dee spread his wings, wrapping them around Ryo's body in a protective embrace as he held Ryo close and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Ryo's lips parted, Dee's tongue delving hungrily inside as he pressed Ryo's lithe body closer to his and stroked the angel's wings.

 

Ryo arched into Dee's touch, shivering in pleasure from the wonderful sensations coursing throughout his body.

 

“Ryo, your body is so sensitive,” Dee whispered in delight as Ryo moaned quietly, his dark eyes closed in passion.

 

“Only for you,” Ryo responded shyly, nuzzling Dee's cheek before burying his face against the curve of Dee's neck and inhaling deeply in contentment.

 

Dee could feel the silky honey blonde strands brushing against his skin, and cradled Ryo closer to him. The demon could feel the angel's heartbeat against his chest, pounding in anticipation for what the fair being yearned for. Dee knew the feelings of rampant desire well, for they echoed his own.

 

“Dee, make love to me,” Ryo entreated, blushing shyly as he held onto Dee's body tighter. He trembled slightly at voicing his daring request, overwhelmed by how much he needed the physical affirmation of their love, intensifying more and more each day.

 

“Tonight,” Dee promised, knowing that Ryo had to replenish his energy before embarking upon another extensive round of passionate lovemaking such as the two had experienced the night before. They would wait for tonight when the pale moonbeams would lay witness to the intimate secrets of their bodies as they joined together.

 

Ryo kissed Dee softly in understanding, sliding his sleek frame off of the demon and gazing into his smoldering emerald eyes. He got to his feet and adjusted the silver sash around his waist that secured his white garment. He would wait forever if Dee asked him to. They had an eternity to be together.

 

Dee stood and smiled, his tight black leather pants clinging enticingly to his lithe frame, leaving little to the imagination as to the physical prowess of his body. He pulled Ryo close, threading his fingers lovingly through strands of Ryo's soft honey hair as his other hand found its way around the angel's waist.

 

Ryo's fair cheeks were covered in a faint blush, his dark eyes soft and tempting as he gazed up at Dee and rested his hands on Dee's strong shoulders.

 

Dee's wings unfurled and wrapped around Ryo, enfolding him in their velvety embrace. Dee leaned in close and lovingly stroked Ryo's cheek, the expression of love present on the honey blonde angel's countenance mirrored on the demon's. “Ryo, I'm going to get us some breakfast and gather some firewood. I won't be gone long,” Dee promised. He knew that ever since they had consummated their love, it was dangerous for them to be apart for extended periods of time. Ever since he had sworn to protect the shy angel, Dee had remained by Ryo's side, never wanting to leave Ryo alone to defend himself against the numerous threats of the realm that they now inhabited.

 

“I'm going to take a walk. I'll be back before you return,” Ryo smiled, leaning into Dee's embrace and pressing his lips against the raven-haired demon's. His body craved Dee's touch, and he could never get enough of what his emerald-eyed lover had to offer.

 

Dee parted his lips slightly, brushing them softly against Ryo's before enveloping Ryo's lower lip between his own. He lovingly stroked it with his hot tongue, tracing the pliant contours of the angel's mouth and encouraging Ryo's lips to part in supplication to the hunger and passion that resided within the very depths of Dee's soul. He felt so right, so complete, with the fallen angel here in his arms.

 

Ryo sighed softly, caught up in the intensity of the heated kiss as Dee's mouth claimed his own. Dee's tongue met his, wrapping it in velvety fire as a shudder of anticipation traveled down Ryo's spine, waves of pleasure resonating throughout his entire being as he held Dee close.

 

The demon reluctantly broke the kiss, Ryo's soft lingering moans of pleasure ghosting across his lips. “I am yours, now and forever, as you belong to me,” Dee whispered huskily before releasing Ryo from his embrace and spreading his powerful wings. With one last loving glance, the dark-haired demon rose above the treetops on a current of wind, disappearing from the angel's sight.

 

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Ryo hummed softly as he walked through the meadow, his fingertips idly skimming the tall grass that brushed against the lower folds of his short white garment. He pulled his wings closer to his body, effortlessly navigating a path towards a clearing that harbored a patch of wildflowers. Ryo knelt down on the soft grass and smiled as a pale yellow butterfly landed nearby, its delicate wings rising and falling in time with the gentle breeze that wafted through the air. Its fragility only heightened its beauty. The fair angel sighed, spreading his shimmering silver wings and facing toward the breeze as he gazed at the flowers, their different colors subtly blending together in harmony. He loved nature and with it, all of Earth's unique treasures. As Ryo closed his dark eyes and breathed in the sweet scent of the flowers, he thought of Dee and how happy they were together. No one had ever treated the angel with such loving affection while simultaneously emanating a strong protectiveness for his shy counterpart.

 

Ryo was brought out of his musings by the snap of a twig that indicated the presence of another nearby. Startled, he instinctively stood and extended his wings defensively, his heart racing in his chest. “Who's there?” Ryo called out, his voice unsteady as he surveyed the place where the noise had come from. His dark eyes darted about nervously before coming to rest on the source of his apprehension.

 

The tall grass parted and an imposing figure clad in black leather stepped into view. Ryo trembled and shielded his body with his wings as he stared into the cold dark blue eyes of the demon who stood before him. Long shiny ebony hair flowed down his shoulders to his chest, accentuating a powerfully strong physique. A perfectly toned abdomen led up to a broad chest and muscular arms, where a silver armband gleamed in the sunlight. His large ebony wings flowed like liquid silk from his back as he spread them fully, appearing powerfully commanding and majestic.

 

The demon surveyed Ryo, his eyes glinting like shards of ice as he finished his appraisal. The dark-eyed angel standing before him was a rare beauty, no doubt of that, with a body to die for and a soul filled with kindness and compassion. He had seen many angels in his wanderings, but he had never encountered one with silver wings before. There was something different about this being, and he was intrigued by the prospect of a new conquest. Angels or demons, it did not matter, as long as it was a warm body pressed underneath his. Willing or not, the conquest was the ultimate satisfaction. He could practically taste this angel's pleading cries as he ravished him senseless, riding him hard and fast, pounding into his supple body as he begged for mercy.

 

The demon smiled charismatically as he approached Ryo. He extended his hands unthreateningly as another demon similarly attired followed him out of the tall grass, his arm wrapped in a makeshift sling. This demon, only slightly shorter than his counterpart, had long flowing raven hair and deep chocolate brown eyes. His wings were extended defensively around his sleekly muscular body, but he visibly relaxed, a predatory gleam flickering across his features when he saw that Ryo was alone. He walked over and stood next to his companion, both beings maintaining an imposing presence in the clearing as strands of their long hair lifted in the breeze and caressed their deceptively handsome features.

 

Ryo's heart beat wildly in his chest. He did not want the demons to feed off of the inevitable fear that his body language emanated. Taking a deep breath, Ryo extended his wings slightly and forced himself to relax. “You are a long way from your home,” Ryo put forth hesitantly, holding his ground and trying to ignore the blatantly predatory gazes that the demons' eyes seemed to devour him with.

 

“The same could be said of you, fair angel,” the taller of the two spoke, stepping closer to the honey blonde.

 

“What is it that you seek?” Ryo pressed, intent on discovering their true intentions, and wanting to buy himself some time to assess how to approach his situation. Neither angels nor demons dared to visit the realm of Earth without good reason.

 

“To ask something of you,” the dark-eyed demon responded simply, the tone of his voice shrouding the meaning of the words behind an undecipherable shield.

 

Ryo did not know what to make of the situation. He backed away, faltering in his step as he realized that the demons had no intentions of leaving him alone. He was scared. One demon was manageable, but having two there was a frightening prospect, especially since Dee was not around. Dee was the only demon that Ryo had ever met, and he did not know what to expect from others. The warmth that Dee possessed was not present in either of these demons, and a faintly dark aura emanating from them silently pervaded his subconscious as they advanced towards him.

 

The taller demon spoke softly to the trembling angel, his flashing blue eyes leaving no room for refusal. “Do not fear us, fair one. We have stumbled upon you in our hour of need. It is knowledge amongst us demons that angels possess the gift of healing. Would you be so kind as to heal the wound that hinders us from continuing on our journey?”

 

The wounded demon stepped forward, unwrapping his arm and extending it towards Ryo, a fleeting glimpse of pain crossing his features. Ryo hesitated, wishing that Dee was here. He had an uneasy feeling about this. The place where he and Dee had made their home was secluded, and he did not know how the demons had found it. He and Dee were still hiding from the avenging angels who had pursued Ryo after he had fallen. Even though Ryo had been redeemed by their love, there was nowhere to go to be together except for Earth.

 

Ryo did want to help Dee's kind, offering gratitude for the kindness that Dee had shown to him in his hour of need. He could not bear to witness anyone suffer, whether it be an angel or a demon, no matter what may befall him. He could not betray his compassionate nature, the very epitome that designated him as a healing angel.

 

Ryo stepped forward, strands of honey hair falling across his dark eyes, and shyly placed his slender hands on the demon's arm. His eyes fluttered closed as he took a deep breath, extending his beautiful silver wings. The blue-eyed demon approached the angel from behind as Ryo's body began to glow faintly, the soft white light intensifying as Ryo poured his healing power into the wound. Ryo's body trembled from the exertion, and he began to breathe harder, his energy rapidly draining.

 

The blue-eyed demon watched, amazed, as the beautiful being before him swayed unsteadily on his feet, a wave of dizziness washing over his body. The gentle angel's vulnerability excited him, and the demon could feel his heart pounding, the blood coursing with wanton lust throughout his veins. He moved closer behind Ryo, his arms longing to encircle those beautiful wings that represented the unattainable for one with a dark heart such as his.

 

Ryo let go of the brown-eyed demon's arm, stumbling backwards, his wings folding around his sleek body in defeat as he fought to gather his remaining strength to no avail. He trembled as a cold void seemed to enshroud his heart, disorienting his thoughts as they merged into incoherent confusion. The wound had been deep, laced with a dark venomous power that Ryo had never encountered before. The angel weakly collapsed, a pair of strong arms catching him before he could fall and holding him tightly in their iron grasp.

 

The demon cradled the angel with a gentle deceptiveness as he laid him down upon the soft grass, watching the steady rise and fall of the porcelain chest that indicated the aura of vitality pulsing throughout the seraphic being. The beauty was alive and ripe for the taking.

 

His companion with the chocolate eyes knelt down, his insidious shadow falling over the angel as if dimming the light of hope that came with the promise of the day's sunlight. His dark wings shimmered, displaying their menacing power in defiance of the light as he extended them to their full wingspan. He ran his powerful hands across the defined planes of Ryo's body, tracing the lithe muscles that rested beneath the flesh.

 

Ryo moaned softly, his wings flexing unconsciously beneath him as the spiraling patterns of the demon's hands teased across sensitive areas of flesh, coaxing his body into the heated dance of arousal. A fierce gleam entered the demon's cold eyes as his hands found their way to trace the muscles of Ryo's back, centering on the base of his wings where the nerve endings were the most concentrated.

 

The blue-eyed demon watched curiously, the hunger burning within him as he leaned down and gently traced Ryo's pliant lips with his fingertips, causing the angel's gorgeous dark eyes to flutter open and then widen in fear and shock.

 

Ryo bit the soft flesh of his lip as he became fully aware of what they were doing to him. “Stop!” he yelled adamantly, slightly dazed, twisting out of their grasp. His efforts were to no avail as they simply adjusted their positions to better accommodate the weakened honey blonde still recovering from the effects of the poisonous wound. The dark-eyed demon straddled Ryo's hips, effectively pinning the tips of the silver wings beneath his knees as his companion leaned in closer to the trapped angel.

 

“Fascinating,” the taller demon murmured, stroking the soft feathers of Ryo's wings. “I have never seen wings of this color before. Are you bonded to an archangel?” The demon found the promise of power seductively thrilling, inexplicably compelled to embrace it with the very core of his being as he was drawn to the angel who now lay helpless before him.

 

Ryo moaned quietly from the intimate touch on his sensitive wings, his face flushing heatedly in shame as he turned his head and lowered his eyes. He fought to regain control of his body, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He had to do something, anything, to stall them until Dee would return. “N-No,” he admitted quietly, at last daring to meet the demon's cold blue eyes, his body giving an involuntary shudder at the depths of the emptiness he saw within them.

 

“Don't lie to me,” the demon purred. His dark-eyed companion moved with a feral predatory grace, relinquishing his hold on the angel. The healed demon slid behind the honey blonde, pressing his chest to the angel's back as his strong arms encircled him. His tongue extended, seeking out the pulse point that signified the tempting warmth of Ryo's life's blood flowing within him.

 

The powerful demon held the beautiful angel in his arms, feeling his racing heartbeat as his hands moved up Ryo's chest and stroked his smooth flesh. Ryo gasped and struggled within his grasp, his wings beating strongly. The demon held him tighter in a restraining grip, Ryo's lithe body inevitably forced to mold against the contours of his chest.

 

The other demon boldly strode in front of the defiant angel, painfully grasping him around his slender wrists and holding them flat against Ryo's body, causing the honey blonde angel to cry out as sharp nails grazed his flesh, drawing blood.

 

“Silence!” the demon commanded, his eyes piercing into Ryo's frightened dark orbs. His blue eyes softened as he stroked Ryo's cheek, stepping closer and pressing his body fully against Ryo's. The angel possessed an exquisite beauty that captivated him, his current state of vulnerability making him appear all the more enticing.

 

Ryo felt the caress of heated breath before hot lips pressed against his neck, trailing a wet path to his pulse. The demon hungrily nipped and sucked at Ryo's sensitive flesh, bruising the skin of his throat. Ryo tried to shy away from the repulsive touch, but the other demon's hands held him steady.

 

“Please leave me alone. I belong to another,” Ryo pleaded, drawing in raspy breaths as he fought against the fear that threatened to consume him. The demons' hands roved demandingly over his body, their nails raking into his smooth flesh and carving trails of lust, tainting his perfect features. Ryo bit his lower lip in an effort to redirect the pain, waves of agony coursing throughout his body from the demons' assault. A thin trail of crimson blood trickled from his lower lip that mirrored those appearing on his chest. The blue-eyed demon leaned in and extended his tongue, forcefully lapping at the wound and sighing in pleasure as he tasted the forbidden fruit, ascending to a plane of euphoria.

 

The demon paused in his revelry as he tasted something vaguely familiar within the blood coursing through Ryo's veins. He suddenly froze, his eyes glittering dangerously as he realized the truth. This angel was marked, possessed, by another, and that other being appeared to be a powerful demon. There was no way that this could be physically possible, unless… “You are such a whore to your body's desires, letting a demon fuck you, fair one,” he seethed.

 

Ryo shuddered. “No; it's not like that. It's more than that. I am bonded to a demon. I love him,” the shy angel confessed.

 

“Impossible!” the demon hissed. “Love cannot exist between such a pair. Demons may desire angels and even seduce them or force themselves upon them against their will, but never has an angel willingly given himself to a demon. None can become immortal. It is forbidden for a dark being such as a demon to gain, wield, or possess that much power.”

 

“It's true,” Ryo protested. “Dee and I have consummated our love and are bound together. If he finds you here, you will suffer his wrath. Please, just leave me alone. We only want to be together. He will come for me.” `He will come for me because he loves me,' Ryo echoed within his heart. He had to be strong, for Dee, and for the forbidden love that they fought to uphold. He could not give up just yet.

 

The demon grinned maliciously as he turned to his companion, a wicked smile echoing across the other's visage. “If what you say is true, we cannot let an opportunity like this pass us by. I have lain with many angels before, but you are the first one that has lived after joining your body with that of a demon's. We desire your immortality, fair one. We wish to become unstoppable and rule as supreme beings over the three realms. A demon who has strayed for a time away from Hades has weakened power. If your demon lover dares to come for you, we will destroy him where he stands by mere thought, torturing his soul for all eternity. When we have ravished your body and taken what is ours, we shall return you to Elysium to be judged accordingly by your own kind, for surely you are one of the fallen who will be forced to suffer eternal punishment for your transgressions.”

 

No… it could not be. These demons had desecrated and broken many of the angels that Ryo had known when he had lived in Elysium, resulting in their deaths. Now he was to share a similar fate, without being able to be held in Dee's strong arms or tell the emerald-eyed demon that he loved him, one last time. Ryo closed his dark eyes in despair.

 

The demons closed their lips over the inflicted wounds, drinking deeply and learning the most well-guarded secrets of their adversary as they savored the taste of the beautiful angel who had defied all he knew on a thread of hope to become one with the emerald-eyed seducer of the darkness. They reveled in the way that Dee had tasted Ryo's innocence, had become one with him as their physical bodies joined, but the memories were tainted with a base carnality that defied the sanctity of the act that Dee and Ryo held it in. The raven-haired demons could not fathom the spiritual aspect of the consummation of the love between the angel and demon.

 

“Dee,” Ryo pleaded in an inaudible whisper, powerless beneath the demons' iron grip as his most intimate secrets were revealed, spilling over with each drop of blood that the demons hungrily devoured, stripping his soul bare. The demons' hands roved unheeded over his lithe body, snaking underneath the folds of Ryo's garment, touching him where only Dee had a right to, as their assault continued. The cold blue eyes chilled him, the predatory smile adorning the demon's face twisted in perverse pleasure as he met Ryo's eyes and drank in the angel's confusion and fear.

 

`Ryo, I'll never leave you.' The angel heard Dee's voice echo in his mind, accompanied by a powerful rush of energy. Suddenly, Ryo's body was bathed in a soft red glow that intensified with each passing moment. The demons screamed in agony as a searing heat scorched their flesh, and they backed hurriedly away from the honey blonde, their eyes flashing in hatred for the seraphic being lying before them.

 

The weakened angel blinked his eyes open, as if in a trance. A soothing heat caressed him as if Dee himself was enfolding him in his loving embrace, wrapping him in the warmth and comfort of his beautiful wings. Ryo willingly surrendered to the feelings of love and solace that surrounded him. Dee had sensed Ryo's imminent danger and had combined his protectiveness with Ryo's remaining strength to fend off his attackers. As a result, the angel was now completely helpless, although the demons warily remained a fair distance away, not wanting to tempt their fate again in their pursuit of what they desired.

 

“We must break the connection between him and the demon who protects him. Anything that was forged in the fires of Hades will do,” the wounded demon instructed, gazing bitterly at the trembling angel as he gingerly touched his burned flesh and winced.

 

The dark-eyed demon removed his armband, bending the metal so that it lay straight and flat between his palms, stretched to maximum capacity. His companion followed suit, and the metal bands were twisted and slipped around Ryo's wrists. The red light of the aura dimmed and eventually subsided, drained of strength from the power of the dark realm. The connection with Dee was shattered, the emerald-eyed demon now bereft of any link in which to replenish the shield surrounding the honey blonde angel's body.

 

The demons smiled as they hesitantly touched the unconscious angel, their smiles widening in satisfaction as they were met with no resistance from Ryo or the dispersed shield that had surrounded him. The power that his protector demon possessed was transient, ephemeral, obviously unable to rival their combined strength.

 

The blue-eyed demon lightly traced his hands over Ryo's soft silver wings before roughly pulling out a feather and twirling it contemplatively between his fingers. Extending his nail, he scraped it across the flesh of his wrist, letting the flow of blood bathe the tip of the feather before setting it down in the clearing and placing a small rock atop it to prevent it from blowing away in the wind.

 

“What is that for?” the dark-eyed demon asked, lifting the body of the fallen angel into his arms and holding him securely against his broad chest.

 

Deep blue eyes sparkled with a feral glint as he surveyed his companion. “A message, and a warning for those who dare to interfere with obtaining what is rightfully ours. I want to know the secret that this demon used to take the angel's gift of immortality while still keeping him alive. When we are finished with them both, we will destroy them. Let us depart this realm.” He spread his dark wings, the other demon following suit as they took off into the sky with their captive.

 

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“Ryo? Ryo!” Dee called in rising apprehension, his emerald eyes darting about the clearing where he had last sensed the angel's presence as he landed, retracting his large wings. His blood froze and his heart stopped cold in his chest as he knelt by the spot where Ryo had been only moments before. All that remained was a single silver feather, tarnished with blood. The distinctive color indicated that it could only belong to his angel. He gingerly picked the feather up and touched the tip to his tongue.

 

Visions of Ryo being tortured and rendered unconscious, taken against his will by two powerful demons, inundated Dee's senses before he was enveloped in a cold, swirling blackness. The demon cried out, struggling to escape from the dark endless void as a chilling realization amongst the distorted echoes struck him. He was frightened as he had never been before for the one he loved, and was willing to risk anything to get Ryo back safely from his merciless captors. Dee knew it now, knew where he had to go. They had taken his beautiful angel to Hades.

 

A surge of adrenaline blazed through him as he leapt to his feet and spread his dark silver wings that shimmered in the sunlight, as if displaying the depths of his formidable power that he rarely dared to unleash. A glowing red aura surrounded the demon in a fiery embrace, reflecting his inner fury as he steeled his jaw in determination. His vibrant emerald eyes flashed as he clenched his fist, his powerful muscles flexing, his strength coursing throughout every fiber of his body as he prepared to embark on a journey that would define the fate of him and the one he loved. Flapping his powerful wings and cradling the feather close to his heart, Dee ventured skyward to return to a place that he had not called home since he had made love to Ryo. He shuddered involuntarily as he reflected upon what horrors would await him, and subsequently doubled his pace. Dee fervently hoped that he was not too late to save his beautiful Ryo, the fallen angel who embodied the other half of his soul.

 

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~TBC~

 

Chapter 2. Desecration