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[Saga]

 

{. Plot

Year 2013,

Osaka, Japan

 

It's said that humans can be led into the darkness,

where demons await to capture their souls.

Among of all cruel monsters, there is the creation of Satan's own blood and flesh,

Morie Eine.

 

Eine's work is as hard as simple -

to gather all sinful souls from Earth.

Whenever a human fell to the temptation of sin,

whenever their time would come

Morie had to take care of their pass to Hell.

 

What differs him from the rest demons is

that he is marked with upside down cross on his back.

Not only because the pawn of Satan,

but also because he once betrayed him.

As punishment he received even more painful thing

than the engraved scar on his back.

 

{. Genre

Psychological, Supernatural, BDSM, Angst

 

{. WARNING

If you dislike gore scenes with blood and stuff,

well... avoid this roleplay.

 

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{. Personal ID

Name: Morie Eine

Nickname: The Devil

Sex: Male

Position: Seme

Race: Demon

Years: Unknown

Height: 1.90cm

Weight: 72kg

Eyes: Washed silver

Hair: Brick reddish

 

{. Biography

 

Eine is a demon from Hell who, despite his violent tendencies, usually finds himself allied to the forces of good, mainly because of the alliance with the human he once was bound to. Demons supposedly enter the body and cause a disease while overwhelming or "seizing" the victim. To cure such diseases, it was necessary to draw out the evil demons by certain incantations and talismanic performances. But it is not the case with Eine. He was drawn out from the Satan's own blood. Although not his son, Morie is actually the Satan's vessel. A successful experiment that shouldn't obtain own will, own wishes and own life. He simply exists for the sinful souls on Earth, to be collected and sent to Hell. Until he met a human... and broke the law of worlds. Eine fell in love and had to be punished. Thus, his heart was eaten when the human was murdered before his eyes.

 

Since then, Eine had no sparkle of will to even try be an individual, he returned to Satan as a mere pawn to torture sinners, although has a real chance to stand up to Satan with his blood running in veins.

 

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Mouth parted a little, enough to exhale the cigarette smoke trough it while holding the cancer stick in between lips.

Eine was making his way through the Purgatory, his shoulders relaxed speaking for how calm he was although passing through one of the most creepiest places ever known.

 

What was the Purgatory, well simply put, a place of purification or temporary punishment by which those who die in a state of grace are believed to be made ready the Purgatory, and therefore no one who is in Purgatory will remain there forever or go to Hell. It is a doctrine, though it is not often called "Purgatory", but the "final purification" or the "final theosis".

 

However, according to many beliefs, immediately after death, a person undergoes judgment in which the soul's eternal destiny is specified. Some are eternally united with God in Heaven, often envisioned as a paradise of eternal joy, where Theosis is completed on one experiences of the beatific vision of God. Conversely, others reach a state called Hell, that is eternal separation from God often envisioned as a fiery place of punishment. It is stressed that it is by one's own free will that a person enters into the state of hell, separating themselves from God or will last to the end of their purification so they are returned to God's side. Nevertheless, the place is said to be merciless source of pain, thus whichever soul entered, always gave up to Hell's gates. Purgatory - the source of all agony, pain and madness.

 

Morie's feet kept walking through that place, it actually resembled a forest, nothing magical or impressing - if we didn't count the creepy noises and cracks, as well screams.

The red haired male reached the gates of Hell, where two gorgeous women seductively grinned upon the sight of the Devil. There was not a single soul down there who didn't know about that monster, Morie Eine.

 

- It's surprising to see you around, Morie. - one of the demons spoke as they passed through the Hell's gates.

- Heh, missed me? - a quick flirting glance was thrown to the female.

- I can see your ego hasn't changed. Is the boss calling for you?

- Something like that. - his washed silver eyes averted forward, it was one hell of decade in the most darkest place in Purgatory he was put in, because of the betrayal.

- How is your back? - the other female lifted a brow, specifying the engraved mark he has received ages ago.

- Ya' are annoying, shut up. - Morie slid his eyes close with a frown as they already made pass through the Hell dogs that guarded the first ring of Hell.

- Well, we are to here. You know that not every demon can pass through the other two rings, so don't piss the boss off again, Eine. -the giggled as left the male continue his walk to the pit of Hell.

 

Slightly opening eyes, the Hell flames reflected a beautiful warm light in these cold eyes of his. What he saw in the decade of agony and pain, no other soul could imagine. Even being alive was a surprise for many high ranked demons. But after all, he was made by the Satan's own flesh and blood, no doubt he was resistant to such hellish pain.

 

The endless silence of muted souls, not able to scream for help was torturing the second ring of Hell, until he reached the core - third ring.

 

It was said only seven demons could get to that ring due to the high temperature and the heavy pressure in the air.

 

:: Shhhhhh ::

 

The edges of his shirt started dissolving due to the over heat, his brick, reddish hair turned into bright red as his eyes switched their color to crimson. Ah, indeed, the third ring automatically switched one's hidden powers on to be identificated as high rank.

 

What could happen if pure soul entered that ring?

 

It was written on Morie's face after he recalled a scene in his brain, his eyes slid close again, a frown took upon brows.

 

// "MIKADOU! NO! STOP IT!" //

 

The quick memory was replaced with expressionless facade of face, Morie entered the Satan's castle. He was summoned after a decade of purification, but not to go by God's side. To be polished into the most merciless form that Hell would ever know.

[「viviD]

 

Name: (Last) Vontel; (First) Sven [Real Name: Arceus]

Nickname: The Lost Forgotten Angel

Sex: Male

Position: Uke

Race: Human [Angel]

Years: 23

Likes: 1.81cm

Dislikes: 65kg

Eyes: Grayish Cyan

Hair: Grayish Cyan with Desaturated Orange highlight

 

The Lost Angel.

Did not expected that? Let me tell you a story...

 

Once upon a time, the son of God is born. He was well-loved, gifted by the the Angels, the other Gods, treasured. After a month however, one of the Demons (Devils) in Hell had defied the laws, by trespassing in Heaven and kidnapping the son of God. The Heaven did their best to retrieve their treasured holy child.

In the end, he was lost. They had thought he died during the struggle, disappeared after a flash of light. His presence, his glow, his pure soul. Gone. They could not detect him, not even God and his wife.

 

What they did not know, he was saved by the necklace that was given by the Goddess of Healing herself. The child landed on earth as a human and was found by the Matron of the orphanage near. At the age 3, he was adopted to a normal family with a normal life.

 

 

Sven is emotional, as in he will cry - denying it later on when brought upon - watching corny Soap Dramas. He's a tsundere, more in of a tsun than a dere. Stubborn, deniable, easily embarrassed. He may act mean/gruff, but he's kind underneath. Has a heart of gold and strong willed, as strong as iron. Despite this, he has doubts just like a normal human does. If you can even call him a 'normal human'.

 

 

✧

 

 

"Sven! How many times I told you to clean your room?" Ms. Vontel, Anastasia Vontel, frowned sternly, just by the open door to Sven's bedroom in which the inside looked like a mess like someone just threw their stuff all over the place without care. His clothes piled at the corner, some were strewn through side, the corners, the middle, near his bed while CD's were scattered, his bed sheets looked crumbled while his bed blanket is halfway on the floor and his pillow had its cover halfway removed, his desk had pens, some ink-stained papers, with food litter.

 

All in all; the place was trashed.

 

The culprit of the mess and the owner of the bedroom was too busy playing with his PS2, eyes glued to the screen, playing Persona 4. "Yeah, yeah." He absentmindedly said, didn't face his Mother (who wasn't really his Mother; his adopted Mother) just continued to play. Too absorbed.

 

Anastasia sighed, "I wonder what I'm going to do with you." She didn't say this in spite, warm ocean blue eyes looked at him with soft affection. Even at the age of 20's, he still acted like a kid. She knew to treasure this, even though he wasn't their son, she and her husband, Mattheus, loved him like he was their own fresh and blood. This was going to be his last day visiting here for the month of vacation. He was going back to his own home, to continue his work.

 

Though no matter what, this was Sven's home as well. That will never change.

 

She was worried, was this the result of his house as well? Messy, trashy? Oh she hopes not or else, she'll bulldoze her way through his second home. Was he taking care of himself? And how many times has she said to him that he should start looking for a wife? She wanted grandchildren to dote on for pete's sake!

 

"Dinner will be ready soon." She said, sighing again when he responded the same as the first one. He was still the same. Maybe she should return to her threats when he was still living here?

 

Once she left, Sven stopped playing, dropping the controller to glance around his previous room. It was still the same as the time he left. His adopted parents did say that if he wanted to return or sleep here in his vacation, his room will always be available. Nothing has changed though he messed the room up, he was leaving after dinner after all.

 

"Time to clean." He murmured, standing up, stretching a little bit before going to his new task.

[Saga]

As soon as Morie entered the castle and more specific the Satan's hall room, Hell guards tackled him on knees, holding blades against the demon's neck. A click of tongue from annoyance, Morie couldn't expect less. After all he was a traitor.

- It's enough. I am very sure he learned his lesson, - a deep voice from one of the room's corner spoke, it was such a seducing, yet sending-you-shivers kind of voice, - Long time no see, Morie.

- Back at you, My Lord.

 

The Satan made a gesture with hand, ordering to the guards to retreat. What could be noticed was that Eine didn't meet the Hell King's eyes. Was it out of respect, was it out of hatred... or may be he didn't want to recall that day.

The cruel king reached hand to capture Morie's chin, tilting it up.

- Look at my eyes, Morie.

 

The guards looked at each other, there was a reason to avoid the Satan's eyes. They could burn through one's soul. As for sinners, these eyes were like a natural punishment.

 

Eine's cigarette dropped down as his eyes lifted gaze to the Satan's blackness. These eyes had no color, unless the most blackest of black color was a color. You could get suffocated just by looking into that darkness.

The red haired demon frowned upon the pain in his chest, but it wasn't his heart. His heart was already eaten thousand of times by the Hell dogs. One of his punishments during the decades he was purified.

 

What hurt was his soul, struggling against the judgement of Hell.

- Heh, very well.

 

The crimson eyes of the demon shifted to side, then back at the Satan's gaze. This time with his most merciless gesture.

- Eine, you've seemed to have learned your place, - the King's hand reached close to Morie's left eye. Where once Morie's power was put, - But I know you best than any other, Eine. You are me and I am you. I know that you love to break rules as myself. You love to crush, you love to destroy. You can feel nothing but hatred.

 

The words were stabbing into Eine's subconscious, as if the King was setting a spell over the demon.

 

- Hence, my dear doll... - fingers with long nails stabbed Eine's left eye, taking away the eye.

 

- AGR! - Morie's hands gripped with all strength, holding back his powers. He knew he had equal power to the King since from his flesh and blood, but he had no reason or purpose to exist. Except serving him.

 

- ... I must keep an eye on you. - The Satan grinned as took out his own black eyeball,slamming it back into Morie's wounded eye. It naturally healed for more than ten seconds, only the blood could speak for the wound that was there, - Don't you think I will allow you to betray me a second time. All you see and feel, will be controlled by no one but me. You will be my mirror to Earth. Now, to the point.

 

He crashed Morie's already useless eyeball in hand as swished around, to go for his throne. As for the demon he flopped flat on his butt, still burning in pain from the new part forced into his body.

 

- There is a soul I want to obtain.

- Nothing new, My Lord. - Morie bent his knee to chest, to have arm hopped over it, trying to relax although the pain in his eye which was closed.

- It's not a human's soul.

- Not a human's soul?

- It's one of the most purest but yet lost souls on Earth. It can grant me a greater power, a power enough to take upon Heaven.

Morie frowned, catching on fast.

- An angel's soul.

- Yes.

- Impossible. You also know it.

- I do, but the only one who can get it is you. You were purified in the Purgatory for decades. Your soul now is equal to a fall angel, not a demon's one.

Eine looked aside, not liking where this is going.

- My Lord, forgive my ignorance, but that is still impossible. I cannot pass through Saint Peter, to reach the Heaven's gates.

- Ahahahahaha, who said you have to go to Heaven?

- Angels aren't usually on Earth, except Fallen, My Lord.

- That one is different.

 

Now, that was interesting. Morie took on the conversation with serious face.

- In what sense?

- Have you heard about the Lost One?

- It's only a legend, My Lord.

- And what if I tell you I was the one who tried to steal him back then, but my army was a bunch of idiots. - the Satan sulked away that one.

Morie slid his new eye open, focusing the Hell in a new way. He widened eyes and darted gaze to the guards. His pupils shook. As for the Satan, he smirked.

- Like the new sight?

- What... is that?

- You can see all the sins ever done by the soul. In brief, literally seeing through souls.

 

Eine's left eye started bleeding as he darted his eyes at the Satan.

-Well, for personal preferences, don't try to look through my soul. It will cause you a shock and breakage of own nerves.

Morie lowered his head, having a few drops of blood crash onto his palm.

- Anyway, that soul can't be detected, that's why 'Lost' and 'Forgotten'. Some believe he is dead, but I know he is not. If he ain't in Heaven and ain't in Hell since I personally checked each next soul in our territory...it means only one, he is on Earth.

- If can't be detected... how can I possibly---

- That eye of yours, you can see one's sins and past. If it meets though the most sinful soul and the most purest soul, it bleeds. You just saw for yourself, right? - The Satan grinned as crossed his legs, - If it bleeds a second time, you met the boy.

 

- But --

- Ah, and one more thing... - as Satan glanced to the guards, they went to pick Morie off floor, so he was escorted outside, - If you come across the Archangels or God, use the Forgotten Doctrine. It will grant you more power, but remember... you might lose all your powers.

 

The gates got shut before Morie's stunned expression.

- You've got to be kidding me...

 

From the other side of the gates, Satan grinned under nose,

- Heh, unless you make a contract with that idiotic Lost Angel, but not like I will allow it. I better have you dead than dealing with you and that idiotic angel that had to be mine. - the King spoke with some hatred there.

[「viviD]

"Take care, Sven. It is getting dark, who knows what will happen. Visit us again." Anastasia said worriedly, smiling a beautiful yet heartbreaking smile. Mattheus, Sven's adopted father, wrapped his arm around his wife's shoulder to support her. The three of them were in the porch, just outside the house's door. He looked at his adopted son with encouragement,

 

"Don't worry, your mother will be fine, just visit us next time with a wife and your own children." He said good-naturedly, then added teasingly, "And don't cry next time we watch your mother's favorite romance movie." The corner of his lips quirked up at the sight of his now-blushing embarrassed son vehemently denied crying.

 

Anastasia shoot her husband with a mock pointed look, "Now, now. Stop teasing our son, it's fine to cry! It was a good tear-jerking movie." Her smile widened as Sven cried out that 'I wasn't— I never cry!' "Whatever you say, dear." Both Sven's adopted parents chuckled at his reddening cheeks. Her eyes softened and hugged him tight, "Take care of yourself, okay?" She whispered, her smile wobbled when she felt him slowly hugging her back with his murmured words 'I will'. She released him after a few seconds.

 

Mattheus clamped his son's shoulder, looking at him with hard charcoal eyes, strong and proud. "See you, son." His son nodded, returning his words. "See you, dad."

 

And Sven was gone. Their time together as a family ended. It was back to their usual lives.

 

It would be a long time before they could see each other again...

 

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Sven slumped against the side of the Taxi at the back, he slightly pressed his head against the Taxi's window. His apartment was roads (miles?) away from his parents house. He couldn't always visit them everyday or every month. And there was a reason why his room was a mess for a week.

 

Distracted. He was distracted.

 

Everyday, whenever he slept or closed his eyes, always (always, forever) he felt something wrapped around his body. Warm. Protected. Secure. And voices. Words that he couldn't understand, jumbled words, voices murmuring around his mind. It was not noisy. It was soothing. Gentle. As if he heard it somewhere.

 

It started when he was fourteen. It had gotten worse (strong) when he was eighteen.

 

At first, he ignored it, thought of it as something insane, something he was imagining. It was months that he learned to accept the voices wouldn't go away. He didn't even think of it as creepy. It was hard at first but he didn't (couldn't, wouldn't) know how to remove or could it be even removed. He did not voice it out, because he felt as if the voices was for himself. Belong to himself.

 

It was a part of himself.

 

He sometimes wonder why him? He would never (not yet, not yet.) know and may never (soon, darling, soon.) know.

 

"We're here, sir." The Taxi driver's voice cut his train of thoughts that he hadn't noticed he was already here. Dammit, the voices distracted him again. "Are you alright, sir?" The driver's concerned voice made him confused. What kind of question was that? Of course he was alright! "You're crying, sir."

 

Grayish cyan eyes widened, his touched his cheeks with his fingers and yes, he felt water trailing down his cheeks. Why was he crying? Goddammit! "I'm fine." He bit out, paying the driver and quickly getting off to run. He ignored at the fact he passed his apartment, too busy wiping out his tears. It was a good thing it was evening and not many people were out.

 

He knows he was emotional, but he couldn't stop it! He didn't know why he was emotional, he just was. No, he was not a crybaby, he was just emotional!

 

(Hush, my love. Everything will be fine.)

 

"I need to go to the convenience store." He whispered out-loud. He needed another distraction, not the voices. Right now, he couldn't stand it.

 

(Soon. Home is near. You'll be back home, darling.)

[Saga]

- Morie! Morie! - A short demon kid ran after the red haired, cursed soul. Eine rolled eyes and turned around.

- What?

- Welcome back! - the kid smiled brightly, hiding arms behind back as he rocked his body in a humming rhythm, all happy to see Eine.

- Yeah... - the male brushed hand against the kid's hair, slightly ruffling for a moment before he moved to resume walking.

- Where are you going, Morie?

 

The demon paused his steps, not knowing what to say. Some parts of him believed he was going to sure death, others though believed that something was different this time. What could it be, probably the Purgatory changed him so much that he even himself didn't know what kind of monster he has become.

 

Obviously the red haired male was around the first ring of Hell, where weak demons roamed about. His Satan's eye healed completely and couldn't be even told it wasn't his own eye. The male eyed the kid, a sudden stab of emotion. An anger ran his spine, that the bright smile of that kid was seen by the King.

 

A laughter ran his head, all his emotions were shut again. The Satan indeed controlled him from close, it was just like he was a doll with no soul, with no wish, with no right to even feel.

 

The demon averted his beautiful eyes away, emotionless he just slid eyes close, "What a joke".

 

- Morie?

- Tsk! - he rose his hand and back slapped the little demon. His pupils rose in a surprise. What he just...

 

'Why so surprised, Eine? It's just an annoying brat', so it was Satan. Not only he could see what Morie saw, not only he could control Morie's feelings and emotions to a dead end, but also he controlled his body. What a piece of cake. Morie frowned up, that was something new he had to deal with. Not only that, but the Satan was completely inside his inner world. Reading all his thoughts, feeling all his being, seeing everything of him. Could he actually hide something this time? Didn't he have a right of something to keep for himself... was he really an empty shield of body?

 

The little demon was crying on the ground, all curled up. Eine ran his hand across forehead, not able to recognize himself. Even if he wanted to pinch the meaty cheeks of the little demon, it wasn't needed to say a word. Anything would cheer him up, after all he loved Morie. Probably... he was the only one left who loved him...

 

'You can move your ass, Morie. I think I gave you orders', Satan growled in his mind which made the male turn around and leave behind the kid.

''As if I asked to-...'', he paused himself, no he shouldn't. He shouldn't have any thoughts. He didn't want to have at least his thoughts controlled, thus he would shut it all off. That was for the best, to be an empty shield. With no thoughts, no feeling, nothing at all. If he didn't want the King to play with his little pieces left from the time he was in Purgatory... he had to shut it off, all of it.

 

'It's amazingly quiet in your head, Morie. You are naturally dumb, or you are hiding something, hm?'

'Hah, nothing like that, My Lord. I am just letting you have peace in my mind.'

'Very clever, but I can sense your lies, Morie. I am you and you are me.'

 

The demon frowned, the heck was he supposed to do. He wanted to take out that eye of his.

'Ahahahaha, you can't take the eye out, Morie. Only I and God have enough of power to take it out.'

'Great... so, just leave me alone for now. I will be heading to ''upstairs'' ', with that said Morie passed through the Hell gates, passed through the Purgatory...to finally be able to fill his lungs with human's air.

 

- It's been some time, huh? - the demon stretched his body, being at some random street. He wondered where the portal took him to.

[「viviD]

"Don't." His heart ache, the voices were stronger, he felt like the voices were reacting to something. It was much worse, their urgent whispers (he's coming.), sounded so panic and fearful. All he wants is for them to. get. out. of. his. head!

 

He did not notice someone in front of him.

 

"Oof!" Now he noticed that there was someone in front by bumping into them. His foot slipped, resulting in landing on the ground on his butt. "Ouch! Goddamit! Hey watch were you're going!" Good, a distraction. Sven looked up with wet eyes, angry grayish cyan eyes clashed with cold washed silver eyes. The eye contact made his whole body freeze.

 

The first thought on his mind, the first thing that his gut and sense told him, the first word that the voiced said.

 

Danger.

 

Run. RUN!

 

(Get away from him, sweetheart. Get away.)

 

There was something off about the man he bumped into. Something that he couldn't describe. Something that urge to do... something. He couldn't explain, he didn't know what this feeling was himself.

 

Sven felt torn, he was both dangerous and yet trusting...? Now he was confused, what is happening to him lately? He was at lost, feeling conflicted and it started to make his head hurt. But whatever! He had to stand up, he will only look like an idiot just sitting there.

 

He stood up, patting his pants to get of some dirt. Slightly cautious (danger, danger, danger!) to the other person, he apologized, "I- uh, sorry." He grumbled, trying not too look at other person's eyes (so cold, so sad, so pitiful) because he was starting to feel uncomfortable.

 

He wanted to walk away but his feet rooted down the ground. He couldn't move, something was making him stay there. But what? Something, something... his head hurt from this.

[Saga]

Morie patted his pockets for some cigarettes. He would have a hard night, not only adjusting to the human world, but as well do some cleaning of sinful souls and meanwhile look for some lost angel. This was simply hilarious. Did he spend the decades in pain and agony, just to go look for some angel that even God couldn't find? What was that shit, seriously. If he knew he'd suffer for his sure death, he could as well die back then. With the human that he once loved. His gaze saddened as the hand patting for cigarettes paused. It didn't take a second and Satan did his part, shutting his feelings behind, burning through his whole body with amazing power - destroying all of him.

 

Again. Everything disappeared, he felt nothing.

- Hmmm, - his hand resumed the patting when suddenly someone bumped into him. It wasn't a powerful enough of push, to tackle Eine down. He had some firm body, trained by the most fearsome place a being could imagine. But couldn't be said the same for the fragile body of the boy that was on ground.

 

Ouch! Goddamit! Hey watch were you're going!

 

And now he was scolded, great.

The demon averted his head,to look down at the boy. His eyes made a contact with the other. What a beautiful creature, he looked just like

- An-gel...., -Morie stuttered the words under nose, but the mumble wasn't the proof of his statement. The Satan's eye darkened, blood slid down in a tear drip form. Morie's head hurt, hurt as bad as when looked at Satan's eye.

 

//"Remember that it bleeds when you stare at two kind of souls, most sinful one and most purest one." //

 

The words span in his head, gladly the connection with Satan wasn't yet so strong because he didn't adjust yet his powers in the human world, but he was sure that at least the Hell King could monitor the boy as well.

 

Why didn't the kid run? He had to run, Eine didn't want to deal with angels. He was sure if now he would out-stretch his hand (and he did out-stretch it), if he would grab the kid by the neck with the urge to destroy that purity (his fingers wrapped around Sven's slim neck).... he was sure, he wouldn't even be back to the kind of man he once was. But it wasn't Satan moving his hand and he knew it. It was that pain in chest, the pain of losing a beloved one who gave away the same angelic aura like this boy. Why, why he had to see again something so beautiful and pure wither away, just like a flower in demon's hand... they all withered by his curse.

 

Suddenly Morie lowered his head, feeling the bloody tear drum away from his chin down to ground. His fingers loosened by his own free will, all that was left of it he used it. It wasn't ordered to kill him, but to bring him to Hell. Yet, he knew... he knew what Hell did to pure souls. He has witnessed it once.

- Run..., - his weak voice whispered away the word, it was enough of clear for the kid to hear it.

 

'Run, kid. Run until I hold that monster away, run. I...don't want... to see it again. The despair of a pure soul filling the air in Hell. The screams of it piercing demon's ears. The burning power that engrave scars, eating away our sanity when we destroy a pure being. Run...because he (I) would not save you', thinking away the thoughts in his mind, it was late to excuse himself. Especially at the hand that was set around his wrist. It was a strong grip, it brunt his flesh.

 

- Agr....!! - Morie rose his eyes to the sudden appearance of someone.

- What is the Hell judgement doing on Earth and more importantly, - the eyes of the mysterious male who appeared out of no where eyed the kid who seemed frozen, - What are you doing to a pure soul, Morie?

- .... Michael.... hah, long time no see.

- I can see that you made your way out of the Purgatory.

 

The demon retreated his hand, slapping the Archangel's hand away.

- Of course, who do you think I am?

- I repeat, what is your business with that kid?

- None of your business either. But what an Archangel do on Earth?

- I have no reason to tell you, get lost of my sight. Now.

 

The boiling blood of the monster within him made him shudder because he clearly held back Satan's strings away.

'MORIE EINE! I ORDER YOU WITH THE POWER OF HELL JUDGEMENT TO BRING ME THAT KID RIGHT NOW! YOU CAN KILL MICHAEL AND YOU KNOW IT!'

 

Eine frowned, his eyes shifting shape at the Archangel.

- Che.... - he made a turn, jabbing his hands into pockets, - Don't order me around, asshole.

 

The angel stayed quiet until Eine got lost in some dark street, to turn around and look at Sven.

- Are you alright? - a gentle breeze of energy caressed Sven's head. Michael was a warrior but that didn't mean he wasn't gentle. As soon as he set his hand on the kid, he felt the flow of energy. His eyes widened. It was a pure chance of fate that he met the Lost Forgotten Angel.

- You...!! - The Archangel was surprised - ... Could it be?!

 

 

Meanwhile the red haired demon leaned on a wall, to slide down against it. His legs not able to hold him up, not to mention the feeling to throw up. That was what you get when you try to hold Satan back.

'YOU PIECE OF WORTHLESS SHIT! GO BACK AND BRING ME THAT KID!'

'Hell....Judgement...? Give me a break, asshole. On Hell and on Earth.... I am the Hell judgement. I and solely I justify sins, so your fine ass can feed upon their darkness. That kid has no darkness within and I as the Hell Judgement cannot grant his pass through the doors. So come up with other plan!'

 

Eine was pissed off, so pissed off that he spoke back at his Lord.

Satan kicked some nerve, but Morie kicked right back. So he had some will left, but not for long.

'I see, I see that a thousand of years in agony and pain couldn't break you. Very well, then let's see if the pain I can cause to your soul, would be able to hold it. You are nothing more than a mere doll and a doll doesn't need a soul nor feelings!'

 

With anger within core, Satan stabbed the center of one's whole being life source, their soul. Eine arched his back against the wall, his eyes shifting to red. His left eye darker than black - so it was time for the punishment. It was only expected. The worst of all was, next time he would see that kid... next time he wouldn't let him slide away. He felt his fallen soul, purified by the Purgatory, being trapped. Torn apart. Sweat ran his neck, the pain was unbearable. His fangs appeared, mouth slightly open because lungs couldn't function only through the root of nose. They struggled for air, it was suffocating him.

'Morie, I told you. I would make sure you cannot escape my sight this time. Don't you understand, Morie? You have no God to pray to. Thus, you should not hope. Let me break that small amount of hope tonight. You will never ever deny me from now on.'

 

What a pitiful soul although feared by many. In that dark corner, could someone hear the muted call of that monster? But it was true, he was the Hell Judgement... until the soul sinned he couldn't - a sudden laughter pierced his conscious left overs..

'Be at ease, Morie. You will make the angel sin. You will turn him into fallen. And when that happens, your body will react naturally, punishing him like a sinner.'

 

Eine's eyes got their vision blurry. He was losing conscious. The pain was so strong that it took away all energy.

 

::THUD::

 

The demon collapsed, his lips only moved to mumble with despair the name. A human's name.

- Mi..kadou..

 

(Sorry I made an Archangel appear, but their quick meeting had to make Morie take him to Hell. But then it would be odd to take him to Hell. So, that's what I could come up with xD If you want I will change it.)

[「viviD]

Sven had an alarmed look, was this guy's eye hurt hurt or did his eye get hurt or something?! It's not normal for a tear to be colored red, not normal for it to be blood! What's happening to him?! Did he need to go to the hospital or something?!

 

He was about to voice it out but when the person in front of him stretched his arm and wrapped his fingers around his neck, Sven froze.

 

He shivered, this person's fingers were cold, as cold as ice and that was not normal. Why? Did he made this person that mad enough for wanting to strangle him? His fingers just stayed there and Sven didn't dare to move. The most odd was that he wasn't scared, he strangely did not fear this man even with a hand on his throat.

 

(I won't let him hurt you, my baby boy. I won't.)

 

"...What?" His voice was soft, no hint that he was scared. Soft and gentle, just like the voices, just like the familiar yet strange woman's gentle warm voice in his head. Maybe this guy needed it? He looked so... lonely? There was something weird in his washed silver eyes, something so deep, so raw that Sven wanted to cringe at.

 

Sven only held his breath as the fingers wrapped around his neck loosened, as the other person lowered his head, as the tear of blood dropped down his cheek to his chin and unto the ground. He stayed there, as if his body didn't have the will to move, something told him that it was okay, that he wouldn't be hurt.

 

How naive.

 

(I will always protect you, my sunshine.)

 

And then he heard the whispered word.

 

Run.

 

Just like the voices in his head murmured over and over again.

 

Run.

 

Why would he run? He was hurt judging by the eye that dripped a tear of blood, why would he run from a person who need help?! What was happening to him anyway?!

 

Sven's eyes widen, someone else appeared and grabbed the other person's wrist, electing a pain sound. He flinched from that and froze once more at the sight of this new person. The voices in his head grew strong, but the difference was they weren't warning him. They were accepting.

 

Safe.

 

Words were exchanged between them, bewildering the grayish cyan-haired boy. 'Hell judgement'? 'Pure soul'? 'Archangel'? .....wut? Kodak moment.

 

He stayed frozen, too bewildered, too shock, too confuse. What the hell...? What was happening?! He didn't sign up any for this! What were they even talking about?! Then the cold (pitiful) person left, leaving Sven with the new intimidating (holy) Michael person. Was he alright? Of course he wasn't! It was their fault, for making him confuse about his situation. Did he even know them? Somehow, he felt that they knew (the new person doesn't know. yet.) him. How can it be...? He only saw them first time in his whole life!

 

"What!" The words burst out his mouth. He was confused, too confused. What was this person spouting about?! First the weird guy and now this guy?! Another weird guy?! He didn't even know this Michael person! "Look here," He tried to calm down but right now he felt veeery hysterical with confusion and bewilderment. "I don't know you, you don't know me, got it? Whoever you're looking for, it's not me. I didn't even do anything! You got the wrong person, kay?! So, please, excuse me!" Get away from me!

 

He ran as fast as he can. 'They're crazy!' His mind said. Somehow, his heart ache, as if he was close to finding this small important piece however right now, he was in a jumble. Right now, his focus was on the first person. He looked hurt and his eye was bleeding! He needed medical attention and right now, Sven thinks that he wouldn't go to one, he looked like the type of person who wouldn't go to the hospital unless someone tried to force him.

 

Somewhere in his heart told him to save that person.

 

Naive, naive, naive.

 

(You have such a kind soul, my dear.)

 

"Hey!" He tried calling him out. "Where are you?!" What was he even doing? What if the person was gone now or that someone picked him up? Did he went somewhere? The answer to his question was answered by a thud near him.

 

"Are you alright?!" He exclaimed, his eyes landed on the body in the ground, unconscious. He cursed under his breath 'dammit dammit dammit' as he kneel down, momentarily glancing around. 'Please. Don't let this Michael person see us.' He prayed in his heart, because there was tension back then, when they talk to each other, Sven had a feeling that this Michael guy didn't like him.

 

Inside his apartment, in his desk was his necklace.

 

It glowed for a second and then nothing.

 

"Don't worry." Sven murmured, wrapping the unconscious person's arm around his shoulder, lifting him up a little difficulty with his other arm on the red-haired's hips. "Everything's okay. I got you. I'll...

 

save you."

 

(Be careful, my son.)

 

 

 

 

[Naaah, it's fiiiine. XD I like it~ a lot~]

[Saga]

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"Hey, are you sleeping, Morie?", Mikadou leaned forward,having Eine laying on his lap so calm. The human boy hovered over him with a smile.

"Wut now?", Eine opened his silver eyes to stare at the other, his expression soft.

"Tell me a story!"

"Wut? Ah, seriously.. ain't you bored listening to Hell stories?", Eine got up, to turn around and look at his loved one.

"Nope! It was where Morie was born! Besides, it's funny to listen about your life there. Does really Hell have rings?"

"Yeah, it does", the demon yawned and ran hand through his hair for a ruffle.

"Tell me more!",the human seemed excited which on its hand made Morie stare for a bit with a surprised face.

"Before you enter Hell, there is a purifying place where sinners are tested", the red haired demon set his hand on floor, leaning forward. He got close to the face of the human, speaking with velvet voice, "Then there are the Hell gates. First ring is called 'Mepher' where all low ranked demon live and all sinful souls burn. Second ring is called 'Kresto', where more powerful demons live and train. And last ring is 'Lomento', where only a few can enter. Our King lives there."

"Eeeeh? Say, Morie....if I sin, can I go with you to Hell?"

"Heh, silly human. I won't let you pass through Hell gates",Eine leaned in, kissing the male with gentle gesture,rubbing thumb against the human's cheek.

"B-but!"

"Don't 'but' me. I'll never bring you to Hell, ever."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

 

- ....ever. - the demon mumbled under nose, feeling his body being carried to somewhere. In fact, he was supported by the warmth of another body, feeling somehow at ease. He wondered who it was, but as for now his body was too damaged.

 

It wasn't because he met Michael or because he was some weakling. Just the adjusting to humans world needed a few days and at his first day, he had to be tortured by Satan. What a luck.

 

Although not very awake, Eine could tell he was brought to someone's place. He was aware that it wasn't the Archangel. If Michael would get him unconscious, he would rather kill Morie than help him.

Silver gaze shifted slightly open, to avert head a bit and notice the frown upon Sven's face. The young male was trying his best, to secure and hold the weight of Eine's firm body. The demon closed his eyes again, his lips squeezed into a worry. He didn't like the idea of the angel being around him, but right now he had no strength to even lift a finger. Guessed, the kid was safe for now. At least until the adjustment was completed and Eine could have his powers at full bloom even on Earth. But until then, he was just like a mere human with some small among of special privileges grant by demonic blood of his.

[「viviD]

"It seems that he is found."

 

"Oh?"

 

"Yes. The Heaven's Child is on Earth. His holy presence came back in a heartbeat the moment he is touched by an Angel."

 

"Ah. Earth. We never did try to find him there, did we? But even so, we can not detect him, not here, not in Earth and thankfully, not in Hell."

 

"Is it the necklace's fault? Should we be thankful? It's been years the child was gone. It was the saddening day in Heaven."

 

"Oh hush. It is certainly not my gift's fault. I had help from the other Goddesses and Gods too, you know. Just for little Arceus. That reminds me; he is not certainly little anymore, is he? Aww, he was much cuter when he was a little babe! I wish he stayed like that forever~."

 

"Lea..."

 

"Whaaat? Don't look at me like that, Raphael~!"

 

"He was the pure of all souls. The Heaven cries for the lost one to this day. We loved him with all our hearts, didn't we?"

 

"Yes... the Purest of all. Ariana weeps for him, what she does not know that her voice full of love reaches him. Subconsciously, perhaps? ...No. Not only Ariana, but us as well. I still remember Athena's rage."

 

"I agree. If we had never stopped her, the Heaven and Hell will start war with one another. The Earth would have been involved, everything will only end in catastrophe."

 

A sigh. "Isn't it sad? That Satan, he is too greedy, isn't he? It is bad if we left Arceus alone~ We do not want his body to be touched! Oh woe~."

 

"..."

 

"Oh not that look again."

 

"...Shall we retrieve him? The God and Goddess of Heaven will be pleased and joyful to have their son back and Heaven will make a feast upon his return."

 

"Haha, we should be thankful that the gloominess ceased. But we should not retrieve him."

 

"Why is that? There must be a reason then."

 

"Yes. It looks like his necklace is protecting him from us once again. We can not move for that necklace is powerful under Arceus' hold, he may not know it but he feeds his powers to the necklace and was protected from harm and hidden, however the necklace could not hide his pureness soul."

 

"Ah. It will take time, wouldn't it?"

 

"Correct. And maybe this is meant to be. This might be Destiny."

 

"Hm? What are you talking about? Do you know something?"

 

"Perhaps. Raphael, do not alert this to anyone, especially Arceus' parents. We are talking about War if we are too hasty. Satan is already making his move, we do not want to provoke him."

 

"Him again. Fine, however, I will find him and keep him under my watch, Michael will do the same."

 

".....Alright. Move with caution, Raphael dear. We can not fail our brethren and sisters."

 

"Yes, My Lady."

 

 

✧

 

 

"Ugh. You're too heavy." Or he was too weak. Hey, it wasn't his fault! "Really, weird guy, you're talking in your, uh, sleep. ...Ack, heavy. Dammit." Sven grunted, looking relieved that he reached his bedroom. He didn't have a guest room and the couch was too small and not as comfy as his bed so he had no choice but to get this guy to his bed. He was fine sleeping at the couch.

 

He gently, as much as he could do it gently, dropped the unconscious person's body, fixing his position, his legs, his arms, his head so he wouldn't wake up in an odd position. He tucked the blanket under his chin. Sven looked at the unconscious 'guest' in his bed.

 

Handsome, alluring, mysterious. Yet so cold, so blank, so sad.

 

Lifeless. Just like a puppet doll.

 

"What am I going to do with you." Sven murmured, strangely enough, there was no trail of blood in this person's cheek. The grayish cyan-haired did not believe that he was seeing things. He would have already awaken by now, because really. His head was swarming in confusion due to the situation earlier.

 

"You're a pain in the neck but I can't leave you, you look like you need help." He stared before shaking his head. "Tsk. Something wrong with my head today. First the voices, next this. What did I do to deserve this. Now I'm talking to a person who's unconscious and now I'm talking to myself. Great, just great." He grumbled, sighing and once last time checking up on his guest. "I think you need food when or if you wake up."

 

Sven moved to his desk to get his necklace, it just felt wrong leaving this behind even though he had forgotten to bring the necklace when he went to his adopted parents' house.

 

This necklace was the only reminder of his past, a past that he did not know. His nanny before he was adopted told him that she only found him, in a 'beautiful expensive' looking blanket and a necklace on him. She didn't saw his parents and they didn't left him in the orphanage himself. He always wondered who his parents are but didn't get to search.

 

It only ended in futile and so, he buried it and just let it go.

 

"Gotta stop thinking of the past." He tsked, pursing his lips before leaving his bedroom with a necklace in hand.

 

(My sweet baby boy, I love you forever and ever. Always. Don't you know that?)

[Saga]

Monstrous screams in head, Morie frowned. The Hell gates called, that sucked. After a few hours in bed, he had to slightly open eyes. He shouldn't forget that he was the Hell Judgement, when a soul was to leave this world - he had to take care of it.

The demon rose from the bed, letting the blanket slip off. It was a fine room, if he recalled correctly it was Sven who helped him up from ground. A burning sensation drummed upon his back, he flinched.

- That...fucken cross.. - couldn't be helped, he had a work to do. Else as much as hilarious it sounded, if Hell missed its judgement for a day, the Earth would be filled with psychopathic demons who have eaten the souls of the sinners. If Hell gates cried, it meant that Morie had to move his ass - quick.

 

Reason was that who wouldn't chase after the Hell Judgement, to get rid of him - so they wouldn't be send to hell? The red haired male reached hand up to rub his neck.

 

::RUSTLE::

 

So he finally got up from the bed, his hand smacked on the small night-table near the bed. That one was close, he almost fell. What a joke, he stood tall and glanced over the door.

- I wonder if the kiddo ran off. - Eine walked up to the door, opening it to find himself in another room.

 

There was a table in one of the corners with prepared food. The demon cocked a brow and walked to there.

'If you feel hungry, help yourself!', a note was settled near the plate.

He stared for a bit, a demon didn't need food. But guess the boy didn't know it either. Just before Morie turned his back at the food, he peeked over a shoulder at it again. Well, wouldn't hurt to have a taste.

 

The demon sat on a chair and removed the plastic that was wrapped as a keeping-warm tool around the plate. Eine crossed his legs,to lean one elbow on the table. Rested cheek on the hand set there, he grabbed with his free hand the fork for a taste.

- 'Is not so bad, after all. - he smiled lightly,but more importantly he wondered where the boy was.

 

Not much to waste, he ate a bit more and got up from the chair to make his way to the living room where a small sofa was located.

- Hmmm, -he grinned, sensing the kid's presence. Leaning over the sofa, Morie rested his fine arms down onto the sofa's back. His tall body bent forward, staring at the sleeping face of the kid. He followed the moving chest of his, indicating the breathes Sven took; soft lips that were so calm and pink. Eine showered the body with his silver gaze, his own lips parted for a reason. Ah, what was that urge to kiss the other? Red strands of hair ruffled by air as he moved suddenly away. He had to get a grip of himself.

- Che, I need a smoke.

[「viviD]

He dreamed of a beautiful place.

 

A field of grassed filled with flowers and trees.

 

Sven felt home yet at the same time it was far away, giving an aching hole in his heart.

 

(...darling... my darling boy...)

 

This beautiful place kept him at ease.

 

This beautiful exotic place.

 

(...home... come back home...)

 

At the same time, somewhere in his heart that not yet.

 

Not yet.

 

This wasn't home.

 

This was his place.

 

(.....please....)

 

And then,

 

darkness.

 

The trees, the flowers, the grass all died as his place filled with dark shadows slowly consuming everything.

 

Including him.

 

"Not yet."

 

A hand with poisonous claw gripped his neck.

 

Cold, so so cold.

 

His dark terror grinned full of malice.

 

"You're mine."

 

(...Arceus...)

 

STOP!!

 

His eyes snapped open and a painful gasp tore out his mouth, instinctively, his hands went up to his own neck, chocking as if the force in his dream was happening in reality. His vision was hazy but it cleared as his cyan eyes crossed silver eyes, the unconscious-now-conscious person he helped wasn't on his bed and is awake, watching him.

 

Without a doubt, he saw everything.

 

Embarrassed that someone saw him waking up to a bad dream (such beautiful place, such darkness.), his cheeks colored with red, noticed that he was holding his neck so he sat up but he was too quick and now he was on the floor. "Oof! Dammit." He grumbled then stiffened, glancing up,

 

again, the mysterious person saw everything.

 

"You...!" The cyan-haired boy spluttered, getting more and more embarrassed. He wasn't clumsy but when you wake up with someone you didn't know saw his reaction and slipped on the floor from the couch you were sleeping in because this someone occupied it and yeah, you get the point. Well, in short, he was so embarrassed that he had gotten clumsy.

 

"Uh..." Now everything was getting awkward - or maybe it was just him - and he was still on the floor...! "You're awake now." Of course he was, genius. "So, uh, you alright? Is your eye alright? U-um, it doesn't hurt anymore, uh, right? Not like I'm concerned anyway." Hand lifted up to rub the back of his neck, with his red cheeks reddening.

 

He looked exactly like the typical awkward tsundere.

[Saga]

When he made a few inches away from the sofa, the demon heard that gentle breathing get heavy and pretty shaky. Morie shifted head over shoulder, was the other in pain or something? Why he had to care, either way he was to cause even greater pain to that boy. Eine frowned and moved head away. Fuck all that Hell and all that Heaven. After the loss of that human, Morie barely cared for the promise of a tomorrow.

 

Just when drown in his own gloomy feelings and thoughts, the other woke up with a gasp for air. As if that what he saw was suffocating him. The red haired demon glanced over as shifted his body posture to the sofa's direction. With hands in pockets, he blinked. The boy blushed. But even more surprising he fell off sofa.

 

"Oof! Dammit."

 

Morie didn't even move, he was seriously stunned how clumsy the other was. Not to mention what a lack of sense of danger the angel had. Was he an idiot or he was too innocent?

 

"You...!"

 

Eine looked away, okay, he took away the thought about the innocence. The demon took out one hand off pocket, sliding eyes close to rub its palm on the side of his neck. What a mess and just for less than ten seconds. That angel was something else.

The demon walked to the flopped down boy and bent his tall figure down, to offer his slender and big hand, keeping his gaze away from the boy's eyes. He didn't want his eye to bleed again.

 

Eyes went wide when the angel asked even though acted he didn't care at all. Well, it was natural for an angel to be kind. Morie didn't have to be so surprised. His eyes eased the surprise a bit and saddened. Yeah, because he was an angel, so he acted this way.

 

If the hand he offered wasn't accepted, he was ready to retreat it. The demon spoke calmly,

- I am afraid you were seeing things. My eye is perfectly fine.

 

With cold nostalgic voice, Morie denied it. Why he did that? Sooner or later he had to take on that soul, damn that demon's logic.

Before he could even react, the window got broken. Ah, indeed. He forgot that he had to go and gather souls before they turned into the most ugliest form a demon could have. And such a form just entered the room, looking for the Hell Judgement to take rid of him, before he was sent by Morie's hand into Hell. The red haired demon stood tall before Sven.

[「viviD]

The weird mysterious guy wasn't looking at him as he offered his hand. Why the hell wasn't he looking at him? Was he ugly or something? The hell, he wasn't ugly! His Mom said so! Wait, ugh. He wasn't a momma's boy! He wasn't! Wasn't...!

 

What was his problem anyway? This guy... annoyed him. Something annoyed him. He was... what was the word? Meek? No, no. But close to that. He just pissed Sven off. Something, just something and it irritated the cyan boy to no end.

 

Save him...

 

He reached out to that outstretched hand. A little more. Just a little more.

 

And then,

 

CRASH!

 

Time stopped. Everything went still.

 

Sven's eyes widen. What "-the hell...?" Something not human, never human (dark, so dark, so evil.) had just crashed his window and was now in the same room as them...! What the hell?! There was no way...!

 

Then that not human, that monster (demon demon demon) suddenly vanished. Just like that, the demon appeared like a the wind and just like the wind, it (he? she? who, who?) was gone.

 

Wha...? How...? The cyan boy gaped with a face that said he didn't believe what happened. He stayed there on the ground, his eyes glued at the place the empty space the demon was then moved to the person who had moved the moment the thing came, now stood before him.

 

Was he the one—? Nonononononono. This was not. happening! This was just a dream, right? Right? Right? Just. a. friggin. dream. By now, Sven was currently in hysterics. "That just didn't happen." He sounded as if he was trying to convince himself. He didn't care. "I'm just dreaming, I'm still sleeping in the couch, that just didn't happen." He repeated at the end, with force calm. But he wasn't, he tried not to. He needed a wake-up call. Yes, yes, maybe that's what he needed.

 

He punched himself in the cheek.

 

Ouch. Okaaaay, maybe he shouldn't have done that. He should have pinched himself instead but he wasn't in the right mind, because who the hell would believe that something not normal (filled with so much darkness.) just crashed his window, breaking — shit! friggin great, now he had to repair that. — the glass and then disappeared and this person, this stranger who Sven saved (was he saved? no, no. he wasn't.) had somehow made this not normal thing vanish. Would you believe that? This world that was filled with so much normality — he didn't believed in ghosts. — and then this happened.

 

Like freakin hell no.

 

"Who are— what are you?" He forcibly spat out, with so much panic, so much disbelieve, so much hysterics. "I— I mean...! What the hell? That wasn't normal! What was that thing? What the hell! WHAT. THE. HELL. I can't believe this shit." He pressed his head into his hands, coiling like a ball.

 

This wasn't the dream.

 

But it felt like it, it felt like this wasn't real. Felt like a dream (a nightmare.) that he wanted to get out.

 

He didn't want this. He wanted everything normal!

 

Why him?

 

(You're special, darling. So much special. Please, remember.)

[Saga]

Needless. And indeed. Morie didn't move from his place, he could hear and feel the boy behind his back being alarmed. Panicking and breaking from the reality's cage. He shifted eyes narrowed at the monster, but before he could burn its soul through eyes - damn, it got away. A deep sigh came out of his velvet lips, how he had that night screwed. Not only bumping into Michael, but the Lost Angel...then he bled and was punished. Give him a break, really.

 

A hand reached up to his chest, he felt his there with big palm... his gaze empty. Ah, that was right. He had his heart eaten and now for punishment the Hell King was eating little by little his soul. And he knew what would happen next, he would be forever the gatekeeper that had no soul, no heart and no proof of existence. Well, if you count torturing monsters for proof of existence...

 

Who are— what are you?

 

The question tore him off from his thoughts. Ah, right. He was near the angel.

 

I— I mean...! What the hell? That wasn't normal! What was that thing? What the hell! WHAT. THE. HELL. I can't believe this shit.

 

What was right and what was wrong? Eine didn't know anymore. Had he to be gentle with such a pure creature... had he to dirty it and destroy it as ordered? The demon shifted his head to side, but still not looking straight into the boy.

 

His gaze danced in the room's space, for now he would want to keep distance from the angel. Yes, that was wise to do. Else it would be the end of him. He...he didn't want to see the story repeated before his eyes again.

 

He turned around, his face hidden under the shadow of his brick,red hair. The monster reached his palm out, setting it onto the angel's head.

- Dormite. - he mumbled the command spell in Latin for 'sleep', casting it over the boy's conscious. Before the angel could break, he took away that frustration of seeing things out of ordinary. Normal people would go mental if saw what he saw, although the angel wasn't so fragile... he had to shut him off for a bit. Or... could it be an excuse so he could avoid the purest eyes that could make him bleed? Fuck. Not even in the Purgatory he bled so painfully as when he stole a glance from the purest soul.

 

When the boy fell unconscious, Morie turned in a major rush for the window that got broken. His face still spreading gloomy aura, hand reached out once again. His voice monotone and out of emotions, while inside he was torn apart from the dilemma.

- Tempus retroagere. - another Latin spell, he turned the time into flipped direction. The pieces of glass flew up in the air as if made from sparkling snowflakes. It was a beautiful scene, to see how Morie could rewrite the time. Of course, time flipping and rewriting, changing its course back could cost a lot and most of all it had limitation. No one could bring life back....no one but God. But that was the reason why Morie hated the so called God. If he could, why he didn't hear the prayer of a lost soul? All his prayers when he fell in love... was it because he had a corrupted blood in veins? So even God could discriminate, huh?

 

His gaze finally revealed, to show the coldness and forsaken hopes within. What was right, what was wrong? Eine clenched his hand in fist as the glasses around him flew, cutting his body to take the price one had to pay for flipping the time's book. Strings that no one should touch, but yet he used that spell just to fix a window. Why he actually did that? - He didn't know.

 

Well, he had to take care of that monster roaming the city. A glance back, he monitored the calmly sleeping male.

- Heh, let's see what your God can do. - sarcastic chuckle, his voice rather nostalgic than filled with hatred. Disappear. Disappear from that place, from the neighborhood, he had to. May the morning bring some clearness to his mind, or he didn't know what he would do to the boy.

 

 

 

[「viviD]

It was this place again. The beautiful place that Sven didn't want to be in. He... didn't want the dark thing to come out, not when he had that experience before this. The dangerous 'it' that looked like a demon. The mysterious guy...

 

Who was he? Was it all just a dream? Or was it all real?

 

Sven didn't know anymore. He didn't know what's real or not, was this place a reality as well? Because he didn't want this, all he wanted to for his life to go back to the same way. A monochrome life, a boring life that he started to miss.

 

(Come back home. Please, please, my darling. Please.)

 

"You're mine."

 

A eerie whisper said in the corner of his dream.

 

He didn't want this.

 

And then he woke up. "Huh?" Was the first word that came out of lips when he awoke. His first thought was 'What happened?' followed by a 'Why am I on the floor?!' and then 'What about that weirdo?!'. Was everything a dream...? He got up to stand. How the hell did he end up in the floor? Maybe he fell because of that dream. So back at hand...

 

No, his window wasn't broken, it was the same like any other day. Maybe it really was a dream. But he punched himself! Wouldn't that make everything real? ...Argh! It was making his head hurt. Now that he think about it. What happened to the voices in his head? They suddenly disappeared like they were done tormenting him this years. Although they weren't really tormenting him.

 

Oh yeah, what happened to the weirdo guy? He went towards the kitchen, the plate that he set there was still there, the food lessened but there were almost finished. Sheesh, that guy should have at least finished them rather than leaving leftovers. Does that mean he's awake? Sven went towards his bedroom and lo behold, no one there. The blanket on the bed wasn't tucked in neatly, indicating that someone just left it like that after they awoke.

 

...That guy was sure messy. And he was kind not to steal from him, Sven was just kidding. He wasn't really rich, his things were essential for a living home. Some of the stuff he had was junks. With the exception of his necklace; the only thing worth taking.

 

Maybe he should clean up. The weird guy must have been okay. Though he should have waken him up so he would see the guy off. It was polite to do so. But then again, the weirdo guy wasn't really his 'guest'.

 

Ack! He should start fixing the bed and clean the leftovers. Also, work! Wait... his work starts tomorrow. Oh well, he'll just take a stroll or something outside. He was wearing his necklace so now... to do his job.

 

...Should he get a wife like what his parents said?

 

..........Nah. Much more troublesome.