The Demon Child (Me and gin)

[Raven's Abyss]

A long time ago, demons ruled the world. Causing death, illness, and destruction. Many people died, some fast and painless, some slow and filled with anguish. This plague of demons killed over half of the population of humans, there are barely any left anymore to fight. This rein lasted for hundreds of years, leaving demons' kings. The whole earth was dying away, however, in one last attempt to save itself and its creatures, the earth used its life source to attack the demons. Some fought, only to die, and others fled, but none were spared. Angels were sent out to make sure every demon was slaughtered, burnt, or ripped apart. But one angel, the General of the Angel Army, the one who killed countless demons, comes across a little demon boy. The little child looks up, grabs the General's pants legs and says, "Do you know where momma is? I can't find momma." The child's big eyes stared into the General's without fear, he who was one that didn't know of the General and his murders. The General was ready to kill the child, but the boys innocence, the goodness, curiosity overwhelmed him. This alone caused the General to drop his weapon... and decide to help the demon child, 'hoping to raise an angel' out of him. However, now the General must travel to Heaven... and face the king of all goodness and light. He must reason with the Court and its leader, the King of Angels.

 

Me:

 

Name: Eros

Age~

Pic One: 7 Years Old

Pic Two: 22 Years Old

Pic 3: Unknown

Information~

Pic One: Eros is rather shy and quiet at first, but ends up asking a lot of questions. A cutie and will defend himself, has some courage but it wears thin easily and very quickly. Sort of a scaredy cat. He's slow to understand things. No abilities known to others, but he has a few. Like a simple, normal child. Just oddly small.

Pic Two: Scary, looses some of his fear and gains tremendous courage and stealth. His voice gets much deeper and thicker, eyes turn red and his hair darkens in color and grows longer. Eros gains more abilities and a faster learner. Very quick thinker.

Pic Three: His looses all fear, changing into a mindless killing shadow of black clouds. However, this form causes damage to everything around, and to himself. Eros was not trained to hold and harness such brutal powers.

[Raven's Abyss]

We had this rp in pm but it would be easier here on forum.... so there ya have it! I will be posting what we have done already and then me and gin will continue on. FOr now, until we start again, gin is in green, I will be in yellow.

 

 

AZRAEL (???)

 

Azrael is the personification of 'Death'. He is also known as the angel of divine retribution. He is a general that's often sent to the battlefield to vanquish evil, leading a battalion of angels to fight. He sees the world in pure black and white; white for good and black for evil. There's absolute justice upon his judgement. He's been given authority by the Lord to give Divine Retribution to those who're deserving, drag people to hell or even ascend them to heaven.

 

When not working, Azrael's often seen at the human realm. Despite all of this morbid description, as an angel of death and such, his outfit wasn't considerably Gothic. To person's who've seen him, they described him as an angel in a thick armor. Azrael's noted to pull lame jokes as what Archangel Michael speak of.

 

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The scourging heat of the dry lands covered with flames and piles of dead humans and demon, a sight best known as "the greatest plague." The loud mourns of those who'd survived had made Azrael's heart cringe, it's just his job, his responsibility to paint everything with white. The fight between good and evil was already over, to attain peace, though Azrael didn't like the method, killing demon's was needed.

 

Though they had been tainted with all the sins of the world, they were still his angel companions before Lucifer had encouraged them to join his army. Azrael force shut his eyes, forcing out the ounce of poker face as his huge sword was raised for the nth time. Golden rays descended from above as Azrael spread his white wings. The weapon had multiplied to millions as they unrealistically appeared from the clouds, piercing all that's needed to be judge and punished; a sight of beauty and fear.

 

"For thou not a God that hath pleasure in wickedness: neither shall evil dwell with thee,"

 

His eyes surveying at the rest of the angels as they're practically wounded. Millions of them were saddened by the mere sight of earth. How can this pure agony be stopped? Azrael then moved his feet , heavy armors clanked within, he raised again his huge sword slashing each vermin that approached him.

 

The male continued his way of slashing the demon's who're approaching him, as it ended for quite a time. Azrael noticed a small child crying in the middle of the pile of corpses, wait, it's a demon.

 

"Even a child won't be spared. You're a demon and you shall perish, NOW." His seemingly poker face showed no light of conscience.

 

"Do you know where momma is? I can't find momma."

 

His inner gears stopping as the child's crimson orbs pierced intro his heart. Those painful looking eyes, innocent and despaired... Azrael had yet known the dilemma that was urging inside his heart...

 

 

The little child was thin, possibly starving if it didn't feed from the already dead human souls. It huddled under a huge rock that came out like a cliff, sheltering itself from the heat. There were several buzzards on the rock, scaring the young demon child, cawing and pecking at the rock's side. Bodies of demons he didn't know surround him, the sight of blood drove fear deep inside him. On the demon child, was the dark leather trench coat of Lucifer, the demon king. Why did the child have it?

The demon king, after starting the war, disappeared. But there has been sightings of him, no lead though. He was the strongest of the demons, and most angels too. Wanted dead for a very high price, because he's murdered many of his brethren and many more angels. There was a legend, that he mated with one of the Angel King's daughters, Anastasia. He took her away to his kingdom and she gave birth to a baby of fire (Meaning it had bright red hair). The name and whereabouts of the child born of forbidden ways has never been found.

However, there was no doubt, that trench coat belonged to the King of Demons himself. The child looked at the feet that approached him, staring until his big blue eyes slowly traveled up the legs. The child whimpered, slowly crawling out to see the hips, then the ribs, and then the face. His sword was raised, but the naked, besides the trench coat, ran out and grabbed the angel's pants leg. The trench coat was huge, at least a foot and a half of sleeve still left after the child's fingertips, and it trailed 5 feet out behind him. His hair was a little pink, faded from the heat, sort of like a bubblegum color. Long and messy. hiding his pretty face. The child looked like it was about to collapse.

 

"W-where's momma? I can't find momma." His voice was soft, light, like a little girls rather than a demon boys. One hand held the trench coat together in front of him, covering him knees to collar-bone. "Please! Where's momma?"

 

 

The little child was covered by the infamous king's coat. Was he the incarnation of the King of Hell? Or some of his display of tricks, like looking young to be spared? Azrael was confused. There's no way that a Demon of the highest rank could falter into such demise. Much more using chip tricks to gain the hearts of an angel.

 

The little pink creature had then touched his lower armor, asking where in the world was his mom situated. The angel of death wasn't so used at seeing such cute display. He almost panicked. Though angels have a mind of their own and can display their true righteousness and judgement; Indeed, Azrael needed his Lord's wisdom as to what on earth would he do to this weakling.

 

The huge wings that were spread widely was starting to diminish, same goes with the huge armor that was disappearing like bits of gold dusts. Azrael, in human clothes, sat closer to the pink-haired creature.

 

"I don't know where mom is but I can help you find her," he ruffled the messy hair as he stared at its blue orbs.

 

He's a demon, yet why did Azrael didn't felt the urge of killing him!? He was even amazed that even with his warrior personality--he couldn't slay a single foe, despite of its appearance. The male heaved the child and carried it with his both hands, raising it up as he inspected it head to foot.

 

"What's your name, tiny one?" The angel raised a question as he tried to pull the brightest smile he could muster, in front of the child. The angel had then realized that he'd already surrender to the faith of keeping and sparing the child despite being called the angel of death.

 

 

The little child watched the angel, seeing the confusion but stared as his wings spread... and dissipated into gold dust. The boys eyes widened in fascination and his tiny fingers clutched Azrael's shirt, watching with parted lips until the mist was all gone. The angel said "mom" and he looked finally at his face.

"Um... Eros." His voice was quieter than before, maybe he was growing a bit shy, the boy was a child after all. Its pale white cheeks faltered a light pink color when Azrael smiled.

It wasn't noticed until just now, but the majority of the demons had stayed around his area. As the angels had grew closer, the demons became more... frantic and desperate. Maybe it was for the child? To protect or hide little Eros? Or... was it the bloody blue pendant around his neck they were all protecting? The pendant was blue, splatted lightly with droplets of blood, not the child's though. It shimmered and shined even without the sunlight, majestic and mysterious. Possibly the same pendant Anastasia wore from her father. Inside the gel looking gem was the Angel King's family crest. a chain of beautiful silver. Though it looked like it was re-sized to fit the child's neck to fit right below his collar-bone.

 

 

The angel tilted his head upon the sudden word of the child, well he had a decent name for a demon. In the end, he should keep Eros closer to him, in a case that if it was a vermin, he could easily get rid of it in arms length. On a closer look, Azrael noticed something glimmering at the boy's neck. Closing the distance to see it clearly, he saw a blue pendant shimmering brightly beyond the dark. It's not obviously an accessory for a child and it seemed familiar to Azrael, it's just that he couldn't remember where he saw it. Inspecting the gem thoroughly, he noticed the King's crest. His eyes open wide as he saw the crest of the royalty. How would a small demon child took possession of such rare gem!?

 

"What's your mom's name, Eros?" He glanced at the child while running. Though demons won't notice him in his human form, humans should take care of themselves since demons will be always trailing them; badly wanting to possess their bodies. Though in that area, there's lesser demon since he'd already extinguished some. Still, fighting is to be prevented, at all cost.

 

 

"Well, I don't remember much of momma." Eros explained, looking down at the exquisite pendant, "She told me her name was Ana." Sort for Anastasia. "Momma told me to wait by the creek, but she didn't come back. Daddy came and picked me up, telling me momma was waiting. But he didn't take me to mommy." The little boy peered up at Azrael's face, one eye completely hidden by his messy bubblegum hair.

 

"Now daddy told me to wait with Calcifer, but he starting fighting with a woman with two little knifes-" Which was Lela, the Ninja Angel of the Western Skies. "-and he told me to run and hide."

 

"Where's Calcifer? Did he kill the scary lady?" The boys big blue eyes gazed right into Azrael's, looking confused as ever.

 

 

"Calcifer you say?" Azrael said, looking distant. He really didn't want to explain to the child that he'd killed that demon. After he'd come to rescue and intervened with their battle, Azrael ended up killing the demon. He'd intended to do so in the first place, but Lela was adamant to fight alone and he couldn't bare seeing his comrade close to death. Of course he don't want to offer his kind the same judgement as he'd always do.

 

"well--- so mind coming with older bro instead?" He smiled at the small child. An angel couldn't lie and that's ABSOLUTE--so Azrael ended up diverting the topic as much as possible. He'd almost fall prey at a sin which he couldn't find himself committing.

 

He tightly carried the boy and walked away from the war ground--Purgatory. Azrael had travel quite afar to arrive at a huge true where he deemed that it was safe to open a portal to earth.

 

 

The small boy listened to him, sort of. His sea blue eyes wondered around, looking for Calcifer.

 

"well--- so mind coming with older bro instead?"

 

He nodded absentmindedly, bringing his small hand to his lips and started to suckle on his small thumb. That was cute right there. Eros turned and snuggled his head into Azrael's collar-bone/shoulder, closeing those blue orbs. The soft, rythmatic sound of his thumb-suckling seemed just like a baby and its bottle. He was probably breastfed as an infant. It was expected he would smell like sweat and blood and death, but little demon Eros smelled sweet and like a fresh water creek. His hair wasn't matted, just messy, and smelled like some fruit. Possibly pomigranit.

 

 

The soft skin of the child made Eros flinch. Its been ages since he'd touch a small creature much less cradle it closer to his chest. The angel smiled at the small child. He sure reeks with mystery--he had a scent of a demon and an angel. He could possibly be a half-wing. They finally arrived at a safer place--far from those blood thirsty monsters. A huge tree extending for about fifty meters was rooted firmly at the ground. In the human world, no tree could possibly compete with that.

 

Azrael slowly placed the child beside his pants. He raised both his hands on the air as a huge magic circle appeared. He chanted few Latin words fused with an Angelus, the circle turned into a huge golden door. He immediately grabbed the child and entered the door, swiftly so that no one could notice their leave.

 

 

The boy didn't open his eyes to look at the tree or anything of the sort. Eros continued to suckle his thumb and when he was removed from Azrael's neck he whined. Demon child opened his eyes and looked up at Azrael while he walked into the door, thumb still around those lush pink lips.

 

Eros muffled something like "Where we going" into his thumb, not willing to remove it or stop his suckling completely. Those big red/bubblegum orbs staring into Azrael's own eyes.

 

 

The angel carried the small lump of pink back to his arms. "To the human world~" He shortly replied as light resurfaced inside the huge golden doors. They need to find a place to rest for awhile before handing the child to the Dominions. He really didn't know what to do with the child. Azrael had planned to give him at an orphanage since he couldn't handle him due to his work.

 

Delay was inexcusable, Death will always be the exact time. And that was his work---to give grim deaths to those people who's time was already over. There's no time for babysitting, he needed his work over and done.

 

 

The small boy nodded and yawned, snuggling back into Azrael's chest, the soft sound of is suckling came back. He could easily feel protected in this angel's arms, the heat had drained him, leaving him without much energy and strength left to do much else.

 

 

And now its your turn gin!

[gin]

The first thing that greeted them in the human realm was an orphanage in a place called Kyoto, Japan. The portal was slowly disappearing as Azrael slowly walked towards the gates of the house. He stared back to the child as it opened his eyes. Then again, with his captivating blue orbs piercing at Azrael.

 

"You be safe--I'll contact the dominions to drop by and get you..." As he murmured another words and a golden circle raptures the whole area of the orphanage. It's a barrier to keep the little Eros away from the demons in case they'd come after the pink lump of a child.

 

The child whined as it cried, tears flowing downwards its puffy cheeks. The angel of death tried his best to hush the little one. "ssh-- everything's going to be fine----- I need to go." He kissed the child's forehead as he slowly placed Eros down the balcony of the house. Kiss to a forehead was somewhat a protective charm; it's Azrael's first time giving it to someone.

 

"Goodbye." He slowly disappeared behind the shadows, his eyes gazing at the young child who wanted to get out from the barrier but can't.

 

--till we meet again.....

[Raven's Abyss]

The small child opened his blue orbs, looking around inside Azrael's arms, curious. But not enough to try and wiggle out, he liked this spot. Cozy in the angel's arms, listening to the steady beats of his heart while suckling on his own thumb.

 

"You be safe--I'll contact the dominions to drop by and get you..."

 

Little Eros looked at the angel, a little confused, but was very soon to catch the drift. A wet thumb rudely popped out of those curvy lips, "No! Stay! No no no no no!" Red bubblegum hair started to shake as his own small head did the violent motion, soon to stare up at Azrael's eyes, his own watery as he sniffled and whined.

 

"ssh-- everything's going to be fine----- I need to go."

 

"No!" He shouted, the tears started to fall like rain and he latched onto the angel's shirt, trying hard not to let go at all, small hands clutching for dear life. Eros felt a gentle kiss by sweet lips on his forehead, causing him to loosen his suicidal grip, and that was his downfall because Azrael let him go.

 

"Goodbye."

 

Eros whined and tried getting off the belcony, but the barrier set up by the leaving angel refused to let him pass. A woman, pretty yet aged nicely, opened the door and saw the screaming-crying demon child. Her brown curls bounced as she rushed to him and lifted the poor thing up, cradling him like a little baby as he cried endlessly.

[gin]

Hiding behind the trees, Azrael had seen someone picked Eros. The angel of death felt at ease seeing someone bringing him inside. But the fact that those tears were for him would really be implanted from his mind then and on. It was rather a short time but the little lump of pink took a liking towards him and so did he. He stayed for a bit at the building, the male didn't want to depart yet.

 

He shoved his hands to the pocket of his pants and leaned to the tree, his gaze all over the newly lighted room; probably the room where that lady brought Eros.

 

It will be quite a long time the dominions would pick him, since the time here on earth is way different from the time of the Heaven's realm. "Probably hundred of years uh..." He mumbled to himself. Snapping his fingers a long sword appeared in his left hand as it distorted into a huge scythe. A long black fabric covered his body as a mist slowly glided his levitated body.

 

"I really hate this outfit..." The usual nightmare, his unusual facade in the human realms. Flesh slowly vanished as Azrael turned into a skeleton like thing. "I guess i'll be back to this job for awhile..." He was really disappointed of his getup but he couldn't blame his deceased comrades; they dressed like this when getting souls. The mourning clothes they speak of.

 

 

Azrael did turned out to be busy as ever since lots of angel died on the battlefield.

[Raven's Abyss]

Tiny eros refused the woman, not letting her touch him after she sat him down in a room. He screamed high pitch whenever the woman came near, after an hour or so of trying, she gave up and left the crying demon alone in the room, ushering away any other curious children but didn't see a tiny boy sneak past. And believe it or not, it was a boy.

 

 

The blonde looked at him, watching him cry, before trying to give Eros the flower he held so tenderly in his small fingers. The lad's eyes were clear, white like fresh milk. Pale skin, beautiful skin, such golden curly hair, that desended all the way to his knees.

 

Eros looked up, still sobbing, staring at the white flower before to whoever held it, 'W-who are y-you?"

 

"My name's... Lucifer." The small boy grinned wickedly, Azrael had made a big mistake... a big big mistake.

[gin]

"Azrael may I had a word with you." As an angel descended above the gates of the sky. The angel on the other hand was busy ferrying souls to the purgatory. "The young child that you've picked, where .is he?" Michael floated in the air flapping his wings. Azrael suddenly stopped guiding the circular orbs and turned his head towards Michael. "He's at an orphanage in Kyoto. I've placed a huge barrier around it so he'll be safe. Why the ask, Michael?"

 

"I think you should go back and pick him up since the dominions are really kind of busy for the coming feasts in heaven." Michael suggested, he really didn't want to disturb Azrael since he looked so busy but the matter was important.

 

"Got it." The angel idly sat at his huge scythe as it glided towards the skies. Michael on the other hand ferried the souls in a substitute for Azrael.

 

--it might be a long time here. Azrael hovered from the skies as his eyes surveyed the lands; trying to locate where was the orphanage despite the new structures impending his sight. Humans couldn't see him as of the moment , he's still on his robe and skeletal state. Creepily, only infants could see him since their souls are still pure, pure enough to see Angels and Demons.

[Raven's Abyss]

During the way back, Azrael could feel his barrier around the orphanage falter greatly, than pop right back up to normal. Nt to long after , as the angel drew closer, it seemed to quiet and... dark, still, wrong. When he arrived, the crying had ceased, no sound at all for the matter of fact. The woman, who had picked up Eros when he cried and cried on the porch, now was laying on the balcony unmoving. A little girl next to her, wearing a pink nightgown with a teddy in her hands. A demon girl.

 

"Nana... Nana wake up... Nana." She gently shook the woman's shoulder, but she stayed completely still. She was dead, and the dreading feeling, or intuition, that little Eros wasn't here anymore. Infact, since it had snowed, there was small bare feet tracks leading off the porch and into teh night. Two other top each other... Must had been another "child" and Eros.

 

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The tiny demon walked hand in hand, behind, Lucifer. Feeling the bitter cold snow under his feet, shivering. "Where are w-we going?" Eros asked, voice cracking under the chilly air that bit his nose.

 

Lucifer still had that grin... the air around him black as coal. "Home, Eros, home..."

 

"How'd you know m-my name?" Eros asked, a bit wary. However, the strange child didn;t answer, only led on somewhere the smaller one behind didn't know.

[Raven's Abyss]

(Sorry there is not much to reply to gin, trying to post good and not give away the twist is sort of hard right now.)

[gin]

Azrael saw the old lady's soul rose from its physical container. The angel then heaved his huge scythe and cut the soul to separate it from the human body. But that aside, the angel of death rushed inside his weakened barrier. Even he could notice something evil lingering inside; now that he's inside the orphanage. He hovered through the establishment to search for Eros but the little child was nowhere to be found.

 

His fingers slightly touched at the wall as he tried to foresee what was happening before he was gone. The angel then saw a child inviting eros out the house. Its face was blurred, even with his powers, he couldn't see it properly.

 

"No --it can't be. " Brows furrowed he tried to calm. He should stop the anger dwelling inside him or else it will form into Wrath and it would lead him to become a fallen angel. "Eros--" he then glided away the house as he'd risen to the skies and swung his huge scythe. Women with foggy appearances came from the mist his weapon produced.

 

"Find Eros right away." He ordered as it immediately spread throughout different directions.

[Raven's Abyss]

Another male angel scouting around was alerted by teh news and quickly moved in a different direction, scouting around much faster. His wings were wide, a golden colored but more white and tan, no armor on his body at all surprisingly. He wasn't a warrior or anything, just a simple scout for Earth. Te angel was young, maybe fifteen or sixteen, not fully trained in combat. But damn he was a good scout or hunter with eyes of a hawk. His name was Felix, some call him Hawk. The young angel swooped down, landing softly on teh ground by small tracks, crouching down to add some details.

 

"Two children..." Felix whispered, standing straight and contacted Azrael through a feather, they were special and replaceable, sort of. "Angel Azrael! I found tracks! I'm going to follow them, looks like two children's tracks." The angel kept the feather in his hand and followed beside the fresh tracks, seeing the open area lead right into woodland that densed by the foot-steps. The young scout tensed up, feeling a large amount of... evil aura, it went straight with the tracks. His eyes darted at teh tracks and whispered, "Two children... they have to be in danger!" And he broke out into a run, running and running, suffocating at the dense air of the aura. After possibly a mile or two, the angel stopped to try and breath, bending down to lean on a large tree, bring the feather to himself again.

 

"Angel... Azrael." He panted, "The tracks go into the Gangor Forest, but I can't go any farther, the air is so thick with poisonous aura... something must have the two kids... something powerful and evil." Felix reported, sitting down against the tree, looking up to see Lucifer, the little blonde boy. Azrael could still hear everything happen.

 

"A child!" He whispered and smiled, "Hello little one, why are you out here, come with me. Is there another child with... you...?" His voice falter as he watch the child's cute appearance change, growing taller, blonde hair staining red as blood. Felix spurted, "Oh god!"

 

The, now man, person pinned the young scout against the tree. His voice so low and dark, double voices in one. "You damn angels.... keep your hands off my Eros..." He snarled and the young angel screamed, being cut off with a sick, bone snapping noise. As soon as he showed, the man vanished in the shadows, his dark aura now out of hiding, spreading out far and wide, sending a message of grief and fear to all angels searching. Felix couldn't breath in, but used what breath he had left.

 

"Azrael.... i-its... him... the K-king.... is... ba-" His voice faded, feather dropping at the bloody, mangled body fell. The King was back, and he had a message for 'Angel Azrael', that's why he purposefully sent out one Greater and two Lesser hell hounds to track the angel down.

 

Greater Hell hounds were mature and well trained, viscous and skilled, not something anyone wanted to face and fight. Inhumanly fast and strong, intelligent.

(Greater)

 

Lesser Hellhounds were young, not yet fully trained and are in training. To send out even one of these you needed to send a Greater Hellhound with them, or they killed everything. They are dangerous because they don't know when to stop, unlike a Greater hound.

(Lesser)

[gin]

.Azrael hearing the news had bad premonitions about this. He closed his eyes as he started to focus; communicating with those souls he'd dispatched earlier.

 

--Quickly find the kid. The darkness from closing his eyes was then shrouded by light. Different scenery from different point of view flashed inside his head one after another. Azrael's brows were furrowed; no matter how he'd focus, the souls couldn't even comprehend as to what they'll do first. Though he'd dispatched sufficient numbers to hover around the globe, the angel of death noticed that someone was trying to stop him at all cost.

 

"Azrael.... i-its... him... the K-king.... is... ba-"

 

"Felix!!!!" Azrael shouted atop his lungs. The sudden communication that diminished immediately made the angel frantically rushing towards Felix's location. He heave his long scythe and form a huge circle as he tried to summon the fastest way to arrive at that place; The Death's Door.

 

He needed to rush. The angel of death isn't of a fool not to notice what lies on that cryptic message. There's only this one 'King' they've known, the one that's supposedly to be dead in the first place.

 

 

 

"And what are we fighting for if he's still alive!?" He questioned his troubled self as he descended back to the lands to rescue the Angel that was long dead.

 

"I didn't arrive on time. " Azrael clicked his tongue as the soul possessing the flesh of the physical vessel had soon left its place.

 

 

GRRRRRRRRRRRR*

 

An attack was then initiated by one of the lesser hell hounds to the unguarded angel. They were vicious, their eyes so crimson; reflecting all its malevolence toward its enemy. But Azrael immediately hovered a couple of feet above the ground to escape the ambush swiftly.

 

A couple of them appeared one by one behind the bushes as they've glared at the angel who was cradling the dead Angel. Adding to the danger, a greater hell hound was eyeing him behind the lesser ones .

 

 

One thing's for sure--Angel Azrael was in trouble.

[Raven's Abyss]

As the lesser hell hounds circled and laughed like hyenas, they never once moved or posed to attack. The greater, however, stood still right in front of the angel. It sat with ease, head high, just the way it was posed. The Greater hell-hound was waiting like a good little trained dog shoulder while the others taunted and bounced around by Azrael. It was harder and harder to breath as teh aura thickened even worse than before, when Felix struggled to breath.

 

"Well well well.... you must be the General of the Angel Heaven Army... rather pathetic for the best warrior." A deep, double demon sounding voice called out, close, yet seemed so far away. The younger, more unsophisticated, hell-hounds turned and whined, tails wagging side to side. They circled around a dark shadow that leaned up against a rapidly dying tree. The Greater hound stood, eyes burning at Azrael's before turning and sitting beside the shadow. Mimicking a good hunting dog, ears up and position straight.

 

A claws hand came down to rest upon the Greater hounds head, rubbing slowly. "I see you have met Lazarus... and his pups. He's the best hell-hound I have, my personal pet." Then the rest of the creature's body merged from the shadow mist that hid him.

 

Hair the color of freshly spilled blood, the pitch black coal shoulder-and-arm-to-hand armor of the Angel Capital, tainted black with hate and death. A hell of a beautiful, toned body, wearing a skirt like thing with a sweatpants type item under it without shoes. His arms past the elbows gave off a slight red tint, fingertips scaled with three inch claws, tipped with what looked like natural poison. Though, teh worst of all, was his grin and those eyes. Red, all but his pupil was red. This man was sometimes called the Black Rose. Weird, but Black came from the evil inside his heart. And Rose, because roses were red and so was he.

 

His voice picked up again, "I also see... that you have brought someone I old dear to earth. And I thank you for that." The man chuckled, "See, I have been stuck here on Earth for awhile. But you brought the one I desire here for me. Again, I repeat my deepest thanks. I've been locked inside that damn orphanage for years now. It felt nice to kill that damned woman." He tapped his claws on Lazarus' head. "And might I add, you barriers are quiet weak. Even as my weakest, most vulnerable form I broke it."

 

What attracted Azrael's eyes most.... was the beautiful pendant that hung around his neck. The same pendant that little Eros had on when the demon boy and the angel met. And then the demon's voice drew Azrael's attention again. "Oh, and about Calcifer.... I've personally killed the woman that ended him." A snarl slithered past his curvy lips. "You'll find her at the border of Heaven and Earth. I've torn off that damned woman's head... and used her soul to reincarnate my Calcifer." The demon snapped his fingers and another stepped out from the heavy black mist.

 

"This.... is Calcifer."

 

King of Hell:

 

 

Calcifer:

[gin]

Azrael couldn't believe that he saw the Demon King himself. He was killed by God countless of years ago. The flesh that he was seeing by now wasn't a fruition of his lucid dreams; it was real---HE was real. The angel slashed a couple of the lesser hounds that tried to attack him a midst all the confusion that was gathering within him. Calcifer was also introduced as a newly reincarnated demon. Which means that Leila, was dead. Had they been been fighting for nothing!? All of this demons came back acting like there was nothing happening at all.

 

They could easily escape death, no, death wasn't in them. It was simply fleeting for them, only God could end the lives of the mongrels in front of him. His retribution of death wouldn't harm a strand of their hair. He was powerless in their presence.

 

"Where's Eros!?" His voice raging, trying to hide the fear that was consuming inside him. It was inevitable for Azrael not to experience one, he was after all facing the King that caused the heaven a chaos.

 

The pendant that glimmered at the King's chest was familiar, it was the pendant little Eros was wearing. Had he known that it would release the Demon, Azrael would instantly destroy it.

 

Everything was starting to get messy. He heave his scythe and returned everything back to his normal appearance. Azrael was equipping his fighting armor. By all means, he'd try to at least put a scratch to that ever smirking face.

 

"There's no room for the both of you to go back, demons!" He warned as he glared at the two demon ahead of him. Bringing Eros with him in Earth was the biggest mistake.

 

--you need to think straight, clear and calm yourself-- He deeply breathed as he tried to disperse all the anxiety dwelling within him. Heaving the golden sword to the skies once again, he chanted. He'd seriously hope and prayed Lucifer wouldn't notice the words that were sealed within his chants; a prayer for exorcism, powerful enough to extinguish any evil and drag them back to hell.

 

Regna terrae, cantata Deo, psallite Cernunnos,

 

Regna terrae, cantata Dea psallite Aradia.

 

caeli Deus, Deus terrae,

 

Humiliter majestati gloriae tuae supplicamus

 

Ut ab omni infernalium spirituum potestate,

 

Laqueo, and deceptione nequitia,

 

Omnis fallaciae, libera nos, dominates.

 

Exorcizamus you omnis immundus spiritus

 

Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio,

 

Infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,

 

Omnis and congregatio secta diabolica.

 

Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, dominates----

 

 

 

[Raven's Abyss]

"Where's Eros!?"

 

The King chuckled gently to himself, yet it rang out and echoed between the huge trees. On que, the Lesser hellhounds let out menacing laughs, continuing to taunt and tease the angel in despair. The blonde demon stepped forward a bit, speaking calmly. Voice smooth and sort of, odd, more childish than it should be. It made the mood even worse, one could say.

 

"The child is no longer yours to watch over, me and my master thank you greatly for returning him when I failed." And Calcifer bowed, hand across his chest to rest near his shoulder. A very, very old era time of the kings and queens type of gratitude.

 

However, during the whole time, the way the Demon King stood with ease, the smirk that played his thick lips, arms crossed like some old, wise War General. It brought grave unnerving to the angel. This man wasn't afraid at all! The look in his eyes shown boredom. The King was playing with Azrael! And was getting impatient, seen by the tapping of his nails on his arm. Not even showing a hint of care when Azrael changed to his normal state, the Angel General.

 

"There's no room for the both of you to go back, demons!"

 

The King chuckled again, watching Calcifer step in front of him, arms out and face hard in a guarding posture. Any demon had to protect their King, even if it meant torture for the rest of their long lives. Rarely did the demon king come for his people, only when they were old friends or gave a great sacrifice on Lucifer's sack.

 

Lucifer heard the chanting and frowned, raising an eyebrow at the angel but still not much concern. Neither moved, even near the end, until a little shape darted out in front of the Demon King, looking happy and holding a pink flower.

 

"Look daddy look! Look what I found! Its a Cosmos Flower!" The tiny child looked so happy, but Lucifer's eyes lit in alarm as he leaned fast to snatch Eros up, turning his back to teh chanting Azrael, hiding his baby as the chains dashed out towards them. Calcifer moved, ready, but the King's hand flashed out and black mist coiled around the chains, they fell to teh ground with a black anaconda wrapped and constricting them. Holding them at bay. However, as soon as Lucifer did it, he grunted and went down to one knee. Pants poured from teh man's mouth, looking rather weak and tired at teh moment. The blonde creature grabbed Lucifer's arm and let him lean on his lean, thin body.

 

Blue orbs stared at his father, in his weakened, vulnerable state. "Daddy?" He whispered, hands on the bigger man's shoulders. The look on the young lad's face as he looked at the King, confused and concerned. Not even seeing Azrael at first. The hellhounds turned, glaring at Lucifer with ears up.

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"Look daddy look! Look what I found! Its a Cosmos Flower!"

 

As if his senses were sharpened, his eyes darted at the little fellow approaching the King as it showed a flower to him.

 

"Eros!!" he tried to call the child's attention but it was immediately grabbed by the demon king. He showed no sign of showing Eros to Azrael. It was unnerving, he really was protecting that kid as much as he wanted to protect his life. Daddy!? Eros was his SON!! it wasn't even that surprising to Azrael anymore; just seeing Lucifer so protective to that child was too easy to solve the puzzle.

 

The incantation was of no use. As expected by the King himself. Azrael needed a strong spell to eradicate him or wound him. The angel of death needed that Heaven's pendant back and of course, Eros.

 

He didn't opened his mouth as he swirled his sword and concentrated the strength left to muster the spell. His eyes glowed as a huge anaconda pried open from the ground together with thick and dark chains. A black aura shrouded the angel of death, it was a forbidden spell. Forbidden enough for him to get punished sooner or later. But he didn't cared at all, Eros was his top priority; at all cost he needed the child within his arms reach.

 

--an eye for an eye -- a tooth for a tooth..

 

As he managed to caught the King as the snake-like creature slammed his royalty's body to the ground. He immediately rushed to the both of them. One thing was on Azraels mind, as he tried to put balance within him.

 

--Don't let anger ran through your head... he chanted a few as he slowly went to the both of them. The lesser hell hounds stopped him but he easily slashed them with his sword. It was futile, mutts should stay put. His prominence was still resurfacing, calmly he stated, "Hand me the child Lucifer."

[Raven's Abyss]

The Devil ran quickly, bouncing with a Flash-Step. Flash-Step was a small, sort of teliportation movement. It boosts your speed up for a short time, but you can use it rapidity. The lesser hell-hounds had disbursed to attack the following angel at different times, slowing him down, not by much but still slowing him. Lucifer didn't look back, he maneuvered through the thick, dense trees that cluttered around. With Eros tucked inside his chest, the trench coat the lad wore protected him from small slashing tree branches and the wind that whipped the King's hair around.

 

"Calcifer!" He shouted, "Go home! Wait for me there and for further orders. Tell everyone to stay put." The blonde demon tried to complain, but was giving a sharp glare by his master, "Now Calcifer!" And the demon reluctantly bounced off, the King waited, then placed a hand on his loyal hell-hound's head, Lazarus. "You too, Laz, go home, take the remainder of your pups with you as well."

 

The Greater Hell-hound gave off a whine, ears low, following right beside Lucifer as they dodged trees and jumped over roots stabbing out from the ground. One last pet, and the all-flesh beast dashed off to the other side of where Calcifer vanished off too. The last three lesser hell-hounds followed in pursuits of their leader, and father, Lazarus when he howled a screech.

 

Lucifer himself continued to run, thinking of a plan inside his head, even though is options were short. I'm weak... so I can't fully attack. Not much magic..... Dammit! And he skidded to a halt in front of a huge wall of rock, Mountain! Damn! I ran that far? He growled to himself, pissed off because of his own unawareness.

 

"Hand me the child Lucifer."

 

"Hm?" Lucifer turned his head, back to the angel as he approached, though the demon made no move. Azrael could see the King was tired, mostly powerless from years of being unable to regenerate. Pants ferociously poured from his mouth, eyes narrowed as he stared at the angel. Eros wiggled inside his big arms, and he looked down at teh blue, glittering orbs that stared back up at him.

 

"Shh.... Go to sleep~" He hissed softly, a hand hovering over Eros' eyes. The lad's eyes fluttered gently, then closed. Whole, small, pale body going limp into his Demon King Daddy. A sleep spell, easy to use on young ones. Soon, King turned to face Azrael, but showed no signs of submitting.

 

"Ya know, I've heard of the Devil chasing you... but never you chasing the Devil." Lucifer said matter-of-factly, raising an eyebrow up.

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"That's far as you go, demon." Azrael eyed the huge boulders that trapped the king. He was infuriated by the fact that he let the other demon escape. From the looks of the situation, the king was still on the process of regaining his strength. Luckily for Azrael, he's still on par with the King's power.

 

And if by any chance Lucifer would successfully escape, it would be completely chaotic. The king had no hobby aside from ruining the peace that circulated the world or somehow he fancied the idea of planting greed at everyone's heart. He's a man with so much time on his hands; so much time to ruin everyone's lives.

 

The angel sighed for a brief moment as his sapphire eyes darted at the king who was cuddling the pink thing he wanted to took possession of.

"Ya know, I've heard of the Devil chasing you... but never you chasing the Devil."

 

"Isn't it amazing? You're popular after all." He smiled as he pushed his sword at the barren grounds. Even the king had his usual witty talk despite his weakened state. But thanks to that state, the Angel gained a bit of his courage to defeat the demon in front of him.

 

His hands clasped together as he chanted the final spell for destruction.

 

 

 

 

 

"Dark flames--" His eyes glowered as the ground was seething as it emitted black flames. Another punishment for Azrael for another forbidden spell that he'd performed. All the weird flames was absorbed by the golden sword he'd rooted earlier to the ground. The huge sword turned dark as it slowly emit slight sparks around it. The dark flames were souls that were denied by pure judgement. Heaven or hell, wasn't their destination. They're simply chained to the soils of the earth, a thing inevitable for souls with hatred left within their hearts.

 

It was his Alas, Azrael thought.

 

"AZRAEL! what are you doing!? "a feint shout was heard behind his consciousness.

 

"...." He gave no response to the voice.

 

Azrael stared at Eros before he'd given the blow. A sweet smile was all he could see from the small child as he was deeply in slumber....

 

[Raven's Abyss]

"Isn't it amazing? You're popular after all."

 

The Demon King Lucifer growled softly, "Cocky ass...." Lifting a head to crack his neck a few times, shaking his head violently. Grunting, the man looked over at the brave and courageous angel, giving a soft smirk. The man took heavy breaths, leaning against the hard, jagged rocks behind him; he could feel his sight waver over ad over, blurring the angel and what he was currently doing.

 

Spell of destruction....I.... have to... move.... Lucifer tried to lift, but he only sank to the soft earth below.Damn.... I don't want to do this.... I... I need her.... He coughed, blood trickling down his chin, reaching for the red pendant on his broad chest. He, barely, grabbed the shining necklace.

 

"Sun and light, of the hidden Islands of cloud and Heaven... awaken the one hiding in teh crimson blood of..." King coughed and sputtered blood, "The Angel's Sword and Shield." The man's head tilted back, feeling teh angel Azrael advance on him.

 

The red, angel crested, pendant wiggled, wiggling a few more times before the sword was released by te chains that pinned it to teh front of the shield. The wings behind it all fluttered and flattened, spreading out straight. The red gel substance inside swirled and swirled like a tornado. Soon, before the angel managed to hit the weaker man, currently on teh road to unconsciousness, but a white figure blocked Azrael's way.

 

"How dare you angel.... charging at my son and husband with such a disgraceful spell!" The person spat, eyes shining a beautiful, rare gold, hair sprawled out around her head, pure white, like teh wings folded to her back. A sword in her hands deflected the man's attack, burning up teh evil of teh sword he carried; the Angel's Revenge, or so the sword's name inside teh crest was called. It went missing around the time Anastasia left to be with the devil himself. She started to push against Azrael, moving him back as his feet skid across the earth. No hate affected the shining lady in armor shoving him back, only love and affection and raw determination.

 

This woman, who had came from teh pendant, was the Angel King's daughter; Princess Lady Anastasia.

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His eyes glowered in utmost disbelief as he saw Princess Anastasia defending Lucifer. Was his eyes playing tricks on him!? He didn't like the idea that the Princess was there defending the spawn of Satan with her utmost might. Her eyes strolled at Azrael. Her presence was full of authority as Azrael removed his seething sword away from the golden ones. He caught a last glance at the sleeping child that was cradled tightly by Lucifer. In all his life, he'd first experience being a bad guy. He felt he was the villain in the story which wasn't supposed to be the case. He wanted to save Eros from that man. But the fact that he's the son of Princess Anastasia and Lucifer made his eyes widen. That's completely a taboo, as much as he was using a forbidden spell.

 

Azrael could feel the animosity between him and Lucifer. Though he knelt and bowed deeply in front of the Princess.

 

"Her highness, I deeply apologized for my behavior." With gritted teeth he said, he didn't like the idea of halting the spell that was supposedly going to kill Lucifer and drag him back to wherever he belongs to. His rage was seething without him noticing that he'd turned the devil himself. Azrael tried to calm down as he saw his wings lost light as its tips slowly turned gray then down to black. It was a sign that he'd slowly become a fallen angel. The angel withdraw his form hoping the spectators wouldn't see the hideous transformation as he returned to his human form.

 

He could turn the feathers back to white for a matter of time but that wasn't his problem as of the moment. He didn't cared about the infestation of becoming a 'fallen'. He needed to clear this mess. But when it comes to facing the Princess, he just couldn't utter a single word as he slowly deepen the bowing of his head. He even saw Lucifer grinning as he thought he was saved. Damn bastard!

 

--Dark flames? Seriously Azrael!!! I thought you knew better what harm it co---

--Shut up Michael. He snapped at the mental communication. He didn't knew what was brewing inside him, he felt torn and utterly hopeless. His heart sunk to a situation he couldn't even comprehend.

Oh God, Azrael you're turn-- As Michael completely realized his comrade turning 'Fallen.'

 

The fact that he use a forbidden spell and had this strong wrath intact, Azrael would never thought he could turn one. His eyes turning crimson. The fact of becoming 'fallen' slowly crawled within his skin, he felt so defeated. Wide crimson orbs staring at the barren ground waiting for Anastasia's words or some hole to completely devour him into nothingness.

 

He knew from the start that he'd be severely punished as he imagined himself sealed at a crystal forever. Whatever it is, he's not going to run away from the divine retribution.

 

[Raven's Abyss]

"Her highness, I deeply apologized for my behavior."

 

Her eyes softened as she watched the process, for long moments, she watched as the General fell apart right in her wake. Anastasia stood straight, sheathing her taboo of a swords and her wings whisked around her, covering her thin body. The feathers dissolved, turning to ash and changing her appearance. A long dress, fit for an Angel Princess. It flowed around her yet the angel was bare-footed, no jewels danced on her neck or ears, not even her wrists were decorated. Only the dress sparkled and glittered so beautiful and bright, not touched by the evil she was in love with.

 

"No need for apologies... what you did was understandable." The woman's voice was like honey for a sore throat, a finger pressed to Azrael's forehead. Many spells could be casted right now. Some to kill, some for torture. However, Anastasia had different ideas.

 

"Light and shadow melt away, bring forth thy light to stay." She whispered, wiping away the shadows that crept and tinted Azrael's feathers, one by one. "I have seen through the pendant of my father's. My son has great affection for you. You could have killed him... but you spared a demon." She said, pulling her hand away. "I will not kill you, I am not such a angel."

 

The Devil King grunted and tried to stand, only to fall again. She turned and took the tiny demon baby from his arms, taking the trench coat as the lad's covering of his naked body. "Go home, I'll be behind you." Anastasia smiled and he grunted, sinking into the rocks behind.

 

Anastasia turned back with sleeping Eros in her arms, touching her finger to his forehead and whispered something unheard and the lad blinked open those beautiful, blue orbs.

 

"Huh? Mommy?" He yawned, stretching his arms that were inside the sleeves of the trench coat. "Mmmmnnn~" Eros shook his head and smiled, kissing the woman's cheek, "Mommy mommy mommy! I saw daddy! Where is daddy?" He questioned, looking around as his eyes landed on the other male angel and he gasped, feet kicking as his arms flung out in a command for Azrael to carry him.

 

"Azzy Azzy Azzy!" He nearly cried out, a bit smile on his face as he fought to get to him. Ana placed the rushing boy down and he instantly crashed into the poor angel. "Yay! Big brother came back for me!!! I knew you didn't leave me!!!" Tears circled the rim of his eyes as he rubbed his cute face against Azrael's leg.

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He definitely had no right to question their relationship yet all he could think inside his head was the sin that they both committed. The angel of death occasionally sighed as he glanced at Lucifer and Anastasia who were casually talking. Couldn't imagine that there's a fruition of love between them, Azrael just lowered his head. He didn't had the right to impose or to critic the both of them as it was God's right. All he could do was stay silent though acceptance was never found within him. An angel and a demon shouldn't have such relationship, he so thought.

 

His eyes cast down as he tried to focus himself at his consciousness. Michael was still ranting but Azrael didn't gave such information to him regarding Lucifer and Anastasia's relationship. Michael will completely suffer some nervous breakdown despite becoming a holy being. Azrael just waited for them to finish their conversation but Anastasia helped his condition. She really did help him despite using forbidden spells and trying to murder her beloved husband.

 

His eyes immediately strayed at his wings that were freed to confirm its pureness. The angel gave no sign of a happy expression despite the turn of events.

 

"Thank you, your Highness." Shortly he stated as he stood up at the ground after sensing both parties leaving.

 

"Azzy Azzy Azzy!"

 

He almost choke hearing a cute voice summoning his name in such manner. Azrael's eyes then traveled at the small child who hurriedly approached him with such smugness. Tiny feet wobbly walking towards him as he slowly knelt and welcomed Eros.

"Yay! Big brother came back for me!!! I knew you didn't leave me!!!"

 

Eros' cuteness gave him nearly a heart-attack. Being so cute was supposedly to be a crime. His eyes traveled to Eros then back to Anastasia. What right does he have touching the Princess' son? Though panic was slowly wrecking his proper brain functions, Azrael showed no signs outside his stern facade.

 

He really wanted to cradle Eros like the time when he first saw him. As if all those tidbits of a problem were washed away from his mind.

[Raven's Abyss]

The princess showed no sign of protectiveness on her face anymore, no, it was like she was friends with Azrael or has known him forever. She watched as her son ran his tiny fingers through the angel's golden hair, giggling and happy as can be, snuggling into teh man's chest like a puppy. His red, watermelon smelling hair was puffed out and looked like a tornado hit it, yet there wasn't a knot in sight.

 

"Azzy Azzy Azzy!" He chanted softly, smiling and giving tiny giggles. However, that went away when he saw the look that casted upon Azrael's face. It caused the tiny blue-orbed demon to step back an inch or two. "Azzy? What's wrong big brother? Aren't you happy.... to see me?" Eros whined, bottom lip doing that ready to cry motion.

 

For long moments, teh child stared at his... yes... His angel. Azrael was his, or so Eros liked to think.... awaiting his answer to his desperate and teary question, afraid that the Angel General would say no and go away again. The demon baby didn't want that, no, that alone in itself nearly made him cry. Those gorgeous, curious, fearful, wide blue orbs started to water, gathering at teh rim of his eyes, those tiny, rosy lips curved in a very tiny 'O' shape.

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Azrael couldn't erase the fact that Eros had a huge impact on him. The little child was inexplicably cute yet there's no way Azrael could cuddle him to death, not in a place where the princess was watching. That is so out of character. Though his orbs showed immediate fondness to the cute thing who was anticipating for his words. He could feel his heart twinged with adorableness. How he wished he could stay by Eros' side. Even the fact that he was given a bizarre nickname didn't made Azrael flinch; all that mattered to him was looking at the cute child right before his very eyes.

 

"I'm Fine..." he gave a toothy smile to the kid as he ruffled its messy hair. Glancing back to the Princess then back to child, looking for a reaction the he would be allowed to touch the son of the Princess. Seeing the smile of approval emitted by the lady, Azrael pulled the small body towards him and initiated a warm and tight hug.

 

His breathe slowly eased up as he cast his eyes down to the cute Eros.

 

"I need to go--" the words immediately gave an impact to the child as Eros' eyes turned wide.

"But don't worry we will meet again. You see, big brother had still lot's of work to do..." he reassured the kid as he fondly cupped Eros' pinkish cheeks.

 

The angel-general still needed to explain a whole lot of situation to Michael and the rest. He needed time for his work. And a whole thing to deal with the fact that the Angel Princess had consummated with a Hellish Object. It would take some time for it to sink in within his head, or accept their relationship.

[Raven's Abyss]

"I'm Fine..."

 

Eros squealed, smiling wide as could be when his angel wrapped his bigger, warmer arms. "Yay! Azzy Azzy Azzy~!" The beautiful blue orbs filed with water and his tiny, frail arms wrapped around Azrael's head, forcing his face to the boy's bare chest, only thing covering his body from his mother's sight was the back of teh trench coat. But now it fell open to the angel's orbs, falling down teh excited demon child's shoulders. Showing every inch of his frontal body to his 'big brother'. The boy showed no signs of correcting himself, or being embarrassed, for he was to young to know better or to feel shame.

 

"But don't worry we will meet again. You see, big brother had still lot's of work to do..."

 

The poor creature heard that one word... the word he despised most. Those blue eyes flung wide when he felt his brother pull away. {No....} Eros didn't hear the angel speak, only saw his lips move as a hand cupped his warm cheek. {No... No no no no no!} He screamed in his head... soon to do it out loud.

 

Eros pushed Azrael's hands away, going into... a demonic fit of anger, sadness, and... loneliness? "No! No! You can't go! You can't leave! No no no no no no-" The tiny creature held his head, a hand on both sides near his small ears as he shook his head, screaming 'no' over, and over, and over. Not hearing anything but that single word. {No!} He screamed in his head and to everyone else, {No you can't leave me!} "No you can't leave me!" Eros screamed, eyes wide and shaking, tears forming and falling so easily. His mother's eyes widened themselves, "Eros no! You have to stop!" She said, her voice filled with fear. Something like this happened before... and Eros nearly killed himself as his powers that were locked inside, uncontrollable, seeped out and sought to control teh child's body, nearly causing death.

 

The tiny demon child's nose started to bleed, dripping from his upper, plump lips as he shook his head, continually screaming and violently tossing his head side to side, whipping his hair.