The Demon's Toy Book 1: Secrets Unfold

 **The Demon's Toy Epilogue is done. The first part of the story is now Complete!!**

Yay me! Onto Book Two. I have several chapters to edit and a couple to write and some to completely rewrite all over again as I am trading out characters. I hope that this last piece of the puzzle closes off some of the lose ends I have left.

Questions, Comments and Critique is always welcome. Don't be afraid. I won't bite! much....

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The Demons Toy Epilogue

 

The Council of Elder Angel had gathered to hear of the death of their highest ranking member, Cronan, at the hands of the Tainted Angel, Serephium. Many wished to fault Sereph for his tainted blood. Some could see reason, believing that the lives of the angel's family was on the line. Yet all were agreed that if Serephium wished to return it would be with out Krinthen at his sides. Faolan wondered if the members of the elite found the fact that Krinthen could see Sereph as more made them afraid, as love would make Serephium even stronger, more unpredictable or was it uncontrollable?

In the end, it left Christian unable to bring his friend home, not that Faolan would think that Sereph would call anywhere home that did not welcome his family. They council was making a mistake. Fate was making a mistake. Sereph had too much torn from him to take kindly to the loss of his love and children. It would have been kinder and far more intelligent to welcome the Fae with open arms and make nice with him then to turn on him and outcast him for a creature of darkness.

"Mr. Black, you had a request to make of us?" Muriel asked as she shuffled the papers before her.

"Yes, I did." Snapped out of his revive of the past several days events, having been waiting his turn for his request to be heard. The council was had been flung up in the air with the death of Cronan, leaving a place open and they had to fill it, but no one could agree on whom it would be to take the empty chair. There was a whisper that Christian would be gaining the seat. Faolan hoped that it would be so.

Clearing his throat, he stepped towards the large stretching bench where the Six out of the Seven elders had gathered to listen to the woes of the people of Himmel and to send add to the mortals that needed guidance and or protection from the darkness that lurched just out of sight. "Ladies and Gentlemen, you have wrongly imprisoned the once demon, Son'Arrin. You must see justice done and release him." The murmur of voices did not bode well for him,. yet Faolan pushed onwards, "Son'Arrin has been banished from Hell. In Face, he should never been in hell in the first place. Son'Arrin's parents were Rhydale and Miriam. They aided in y our war with Hell, provided you with information that saved lives all across the board. For their information they were allowed to Ascend into Heaven's ranks, only to be murdered before you could keep your promise to them and their small son. You have left your promise unfulfilled to him and his family. You have failed him and forced him to become a monster."

Zehanpuryu frowned heavily, "He has committed a great many crimes of a licentious nature since that promise was made, Mr. Black. It would not be responsible on our part to simply release him into the world without some kind of insurance that he will not fall back to his old ways."

"Your Lordship, He would not be such a problem if it were not for your blundering." Faolan continued once more. Folding his arms over his chest, the Aedon carried on the fight in Son's name, "And now you wish to condemn hi for the very beast he was forced to become out of the circumstances of his upbringing. if you can call what he lived through any kind of upbringing for one that never should have been a demon."

A few of the councilors shifted nervously in their seats. Scanning their faces, he could only hope that his words would reach their ears and sink into their brains. Faolan believed that Son'Arrin could be a good person. He had seen him act out of a demons natures on several accounts. Why had he refused to see it for himself? if he had not wanted to see, why would others be any differed?

"Mr. Black, it was not my intention--"

"Son'Arrin can not be trusted and belongs in the prison." Councilor Balthioul interjected as he leaned forwards in his chair, starring over the lard curved table that stood before Heaven's Angelic Council. "He is lucky we are not executing him for his crimes against humanity."

"Son'Arrin would welcome death," Came a voice from the back of the room.

Fao turned to watch the green haired Hunter enter into the room. His leathers replaced with the garb of all the others of his silk. His right hand tucked into the fold of an older woman's arm as his left held a long white pole that he moved back and forth across the floor to find his way. Was the Hunter blind?

"Lords and Ladies, killing Son'Arrin would only be playing into his hands, I fear." Tass continued as he stood on the far side of the Aedon. "I am not so certain that keeping him locked in the prison will be best served to anyone, other then the demon you have locked up."

Muriel lifted a brow, "These words from you, Tass, of all people are startling." tipping her head to the side, her dark eyes shifted to the Aedon, almost as she were waiting for him to add more.

Faolan moved forth a step, his hands turning up and palm out, "Son'Arrin is not a pure evil. I have witnessed him putting his life on the line for someone that he did not know and then again for someone he had damaged. I have seen him break under real emotion and I can assure you, he feels more than other demons. He is deserving of more than a life locked away or death."

Muriel leaned forward, "Will you serve as his guardian?"

"What?"

"Mr. Faolan Black, as you seem to see so much in Son'Arrin and as Tass is backing you, Why do you not take him under your wing and continue to guide him into a more righteous life?"

Faolan blinked, "Are you serious?"

"The question is Faolan Black, are you serious able freeing Son'Arrin?"

"Yes. Of course... I just thought that there would have been more of a fight to free him."

"Son'Arrin should have been sought out long before now and brought here, but he was not and for reasons we are not allowed to share at this point, we are turning him over to you, Faolan."

Faolan bowed his head, "Thank you." What else could he say at this point, though he had to wonder about their plans for the demon and himself. Turning his golden gaze to the blind Hunter, Faolan inclined his head once more, "Thank you." Taking himself from the room, Faolan tried not to hurry, but he was anxious to tell Son'Arrin that he was free to go and that he could come and stay with him and Christian until they could figure out where they wanted to go, together. A kind of hope for their future together fluttered through him, he would make things right between them.

*****

The door of the cell creaked open and the dim light spilled over Son'Arrin's crumpled and curled up body in the far corner. The man had not been touched or tended, then again, why would anyone show the blond any kind of mercy at all? Faolan thought as he moved into the cell and slowly over to the form that was had a blanket twisted around his nearly naked form. Son did not seem to be aware that he was there as he came in close enough to touch his icy shoulder. Frowning heavily, was he too late? Was Son dead? Had they killed him with their mistreatment? Swallowing painfully, his fingers worked towards the once demon's throat, seeking out a pulse.

"Please..." Fao breathed softly, trying to find the weak hammer of Son's pulsing heart. "...Just be alive..." His hand shook so hard that he could not be certain that he found the slow beat of Son's heart or not.

Lifting his head up, the door was closed, there was no help coming to aid him in moving the once demon from the cell. Swearing lightly under his breath, he reached to brush the wealth of light colored hair from the man's face, noting he golden runes once more. Brushing his fingers over the golden braiding over the man's forehead. Closing his eyes, Faolan turned his head to the side and breathed out. "What am I going to do with you? How am I to get you out of here?"

Faolan believed that the man was too far gone to hear him until fingers curled around his wrist. The grip was shockingly strong for someone so physically damaged. Holding the arm tightly, Son's dark eyes seemed to narrow on him, causing his heart to skip a beat, "Son..." Breathing out the name as the man rose up from the floor like some mythic creature rising up from the ashes of his own death.

Shivering heavily, Faolan swallowed hard, "Son! Please... I am here to help you!" Reaching out to cup the former demon's face, searching eyes that held no recognition of whom he was, golden eyes flared and tufted ears slanted back in distress, "SON!"

A low, thready growl played in the back of Son's throat, his left hand catching the fingers that trembled along his cheek, the growling grew as he shoved Faolan over onto the Aedon's back, "...Hhhhnnnn... I have something for you... Rye..." Calling Fao by another's name. "It's your turn, this time..." The former demon shifted both of his wrists into one hand while Son's left hand moved down his pinned body, fingers sprawled over his clothed belly.

"Son! What are you doing?! I am not Rye! Let me go!! NOW!!" The Aedon demanded through clenched teeth.

Son started to speak in a language that caused a searing pain to ripple through his body. Wave after wave sunk into his belly, feeling as if his organs were being shoved around by an unseen force. Struggling wildly under the hard form of Son'Arrin, Faolan groaned as he felt the spell take ahold of his body, digging into him and filling him with some unseen force.



"NNNNAAAAHHH!! SSSSssssssAAAAAAAAWWWWWNNN!!!" screaming the demon's name at the top of his lungs, hoping that someone would hear his cry of pain. But the sound of his heart hammering in his ears blurred out the sound of his clothing being ripped to shreds. Laying his body bare to the demon's dark, roving eyes that were not seeing him but someone else. Son was caught somewhere in his past with someone named Rye, Faolan struggling, arched his body trying to get out from under the demon but Son'Arrin was far stronger then he could have imagined. Fao had only ever dealt with Son when he was a human. Now that he was unsealed, Faolan found that he was not ready for the bulk of the full grown force of such a rather tall and powerful creature.

As the pain finally dulled in his belly, Faolan found himself panting harshly, unable to cry out or move away from the heat of Son's body that lay flush against his own. Clamping his knees together against the battered skin, Faolan realized there was about to be another kind of pain that would fill his unprepared body. The large, blunt head of Son's slicked cock started to push again his body and it hurt...

Gritting his teeth together, tears blurred his eyes, Faolan knew there was no escaping whatever it was that Son would do to him. "Please... Stop..." making a soft and meek prested when he felt himself penitrated. "UUNNNGGG!! No... Please... Son... Wake up... I am... Not Rye..." Whimpering lowly in the back of his throat when Son took him in one forceful thrust. Pain blurred the lines of pleasure and robbed Faolan of his ability to think at all. Clutching his fingers into the palms of his hand, he moved to wrap his slender legs around Son's thrusting hips, whatever the man thought he was doing, Faolan was just a passenger for the ride...

 

~~END BOOK ONE~~