Memories of the Forgotten

A bit more sexual content in this one, although no actual 'sex'. Enjoy Aivon and his own family before we visit the other one!

Chapter 3


"Ahhh!!!"

The shriek of a woman in pleasure was clearly heard throughout the house, if anyone around was there to hear. Only two were in a bedroom alone in this house. A young woman had her back arched, her breast pushed up against the mouth of the man who was sucking on her nipple. One of her hands was in his hair, while the other was playing with her other breast. One of the man's claw-like hands as wrapped around her waist, while the other was furiously rubbing her womanhood through her panties.

"Ahh..ahhh...ahh!!!" The woman cried out again, as the man bit down lightly on her nipple, his tounge flicking over the sensitive and swollen nub. "Aivon... th-that's so... ahh..." But soon she had abandoned all will to talk, to only let the feelings of pleasure run through her body.

"That's so what?" Aivon asked, teasing her. He continued to rub a bit harder, letting go of her breast, only to give the same loving treatment to the other.

Finally, unable to control herself anymore, the woman raised her body again, and shouted "Gooood!!!" as orgasm claimed her. She was breathing heavily as Aivon watched her, letting her body snuggle up with him. "Your mean," She said, in a rather playful voice.

"Ah, but that's why you love me Sophia."

"I know I do Aivon," Sophia said, kissing him.

Aivon was not your ordinary person. For one, he casted magic, which made him a bit extrordinary in the first place. Another was that he was a half-demon. Some time ago, a demon had seduced a woman and took her. The result was that she had given birth to a half-demon, Aivon. But Aivon's father thought nothing of the boy. He abandoned them both, leaving Aivon's mother to pick up the pieces of her life.

Thus Aivon was raised by a human mother, knowing love and care from her always, despite what he was, despite what he would grow to be. While demons could hide thier true appearence to humans, such as Aivon's father had done to attract his mother, Aivon soon came to realize that he bore permanent marks on him that forever told the world of his cursed heritage. In short, his claw-like hands and a scale-like upper body. Not wanting to place his mother in danger, Aivon left her hiding his demon traits. To this day, he never heard from her again.

After many days of traveling, Aivon appeared in a small town that served as a stopping point near a mountain range where travelers crossed the mountains to deliever goods. There he spent his days, earning the trust of the villagers while keeping secret his demonic power. It was there he also met Sophia, a young woman who had, for a long while, unknowningly held his heart. Yet he was afraid, afraid to open to her, for to declare his love to her would mean she would also have the right to know of his demon father, something Aivon was sure would chase her away from him.

Then he met them. At first they weren't anything special, or so it seemed. Travelers who had stopped by, they had journeyed to an old castle, rumored to be the resting place of a demon. A master of wind magic and one of the Pact of Seven, Atrois, who was also considered to be Hieas' 'brother', had attacked them. But Aivon had helpped, ending the demon's reign and placing his most precious secret to them. And they had understood.

John Aaron, a Destined, was journeying to discover the secrets of his father's past, which had been shrouded in mystery and interlinked somehow with the Pact of Seven and a demon called Beras, the final member of the Pact. Jessica, a former angel, had chosen to shed her wings and follow him, but it was out of love that she stayed, not just to travel. Aivon offered his services to them, believing that he could conquer his fear of those knowing his secrets if he did. And so, Aivon bid farewell to the people of his home.

The time with them had proved adventurous and Aivon was able to kill his demon father in the process (not that he considered him as his father at this point). In the end, he helpped John and Jessica re-seal the Dark Gate, a prison-like void that housed an ancient evil who despised humans for what they had. After his trip home, Aivon confessed his feelings, and his secrets, to the people that had trusted thier own lives with him. And after a heartfelt acception, Aivon began his new life.

"Well, I should get going..." Aivon pulled himself away from Sophia.

"Wait... your not going to let me return the favor?" Sophia asked, rubbing the spot were his erection was hidden. Unlike Sophia, who was only in her underwear, Aivon still had on all his clothes, save for the gloves he always wore. Aivon smirked.

"Not this time, love. Another time but for now I should get Dosa from Resas." Resas was a merchant who lived in Aseli, where Aivon and Sophia had moved to soon after they had married and had thier first child. Dosa, thier son, liked to visit him, and from time to time he would spend the night with him leaving Sophia and Aivon to have thier 'fun'. "If he stays any longer, he's gonna start to think Resas is his uncle or something."

Sophia smiled to him, slightly disappointed about it, but dressing herself all the same. "Ok love." She gave him a final kiss after Aivon had replaced his gloves. Taking his leave, he stepped out into the morning sun. Many people were already finished setting up shop, only straightening a few things here and there, trying to make the shop stand out more. Aivon walked past them all, before finding himself in front of a store with a design of a sword on it.

Entering the store, Aivon saw all sorts of weapons on display, each one shined to perfection. Behind a glass case were all sorts of jewelry from earrings to small bands of silver and gold. However, no one seemed to be here watching everything. Aivon didn't know of Resas, of any merchant, sleeping in. "Is anyone here?"

"Yes!" Came the energtic response. A small hand reached from behind the counter, lifting up the boy that was behind it. "How can I help- Daddy!" The young boy ran from behind the counter and into Aivon's waiting arms. "Daddy! Your here, your here! Resas, daddy's here!"

A man came out, with thinning brown hair and dark eyes. He wore a simple shirt and pants that looked worned and cut from travel. He looked around once before spotting Aivon. "Hey there Aivon. Excuse me if I don't call you 'daddy' too. Don't feel like it today," he said with a smirk. "Looks like it's time for you to go home little shop hepler."

"Nice to see you too Resas." Aivon smiled and leaned down, rubbing his son's hair. "Dosa, please wait outside, k? I'll be right there." Dosa smiled and with a final wave to Resas, he went outside. He had apparently been seen by some other children, for laughter was soon followed. Aivon could hardly believe his son would be 6 soon.

"You keeping up alright Aivon? Everything going ok at home?"

"Everything is fine Resas. I heard from John awhile back. He's doing fine too. Same as Jessica and thier daughter." John and Jessica's daughter, Monica, had been born before Dosa, and was older then him by a few months.

"He doesn't know then? Or are you just afraid to tell him?" Aivon went silent. Dosa already knew his father was a half-demon, yet had no idea that he too would be cursed to the same fate. Perhaps not so much, as the demon blood had thinned a bit, but he would still show the signs of his heritage soon after he could learn his magic power. He knew he couldn't wait that long to tell him, but he wasn't so sure telling him too soon would help either. "You can't keep it from him forever. He'll find out one way or another."

Aivon was about to answer when a shout was heard outside. Rushing out, he saw Dosa with another child, both shouting as a stack of boxes, each containing knifes of all shapes and sizes fell. They seemed paralyzed with fear as the box tipped, and Aivon knew he couldn't get to them in time. Focusing, he placed his hand on the ground in front of him. "Earth Wall!"

Channelling the energy to the ground, it traveled and rose up over the two boys, as the box crashed into it. Encased in the small earth dome protecting them, the boxes fell one by one, breaking and spilling thier contents all over the ground. Soon after the danger had passed Aivon broke the spell and rushed to the children's aid, careful to avoid the fallen sharp objects. "Are you two alright?"

The othe rboy had been reduced to a mess, refusing to speak. A young woman came up to him and craddled him in his arms. "Daddy... you saved us... that was... amazing!" Dosa had managed to say, seemingly more impressed with his father's quick thinking then the fact he could have been seriously hurt. "Your a hero Dad!"

Aivon sighed in relief and smiled, picking him up. "Thank you." Aivon turned to the woman who held her own child. He had started to cry softly. "Thank you for saving my son..."

Aivon smiled. He had forgotten what it was like to be a hero to others. But he liked to be a father more to his son.