The Demon’s Toy: 3
The Aftermath
After settling things with the demon hunters and the villagers, making sure to keep Krinthen’s and Son’Arrin’s existence from them, Serephium used the power of his sword to teleport the three of them from the demon’s estate home. The small country home lay nearly on the other side of the lands where Shadows End was located. Claiming it was his residence even though it belonged to a friend that no longer had a use for the small cottage home. He’d left it to Sereph to use whenever the angel needed a place to come as a thank you gift for everything that Sereph had done for him. Sereph was grateful now that the man had left him this place.
The home had four bedrooms, an indoor bathing room, kitchen, dining room, sitting room and a small library. There was also fenced in garden that took up most of the backyard. The fence separated the yard from the woods that lay beyond. And not only was it large enough inside to hold the three of them it was furnished so Sereph did not need to worry about beds, chairs, dishes or whatever else that might be needed.
Setting wards over the place so it was safe haven was rather simple since the place had held similar wards of protection once before. all in all it was a good place to bring Krinthen to heal and firuge out what to do with the demon he had made intoa mortal.
Sereph could not think of another place to take the two until he could decide what should be done with Son’Arrin. The thought to leave Son’Arrin where he lay had crossed the angel’s mind for a moment, but if anyone put the violet headed human together with the demon that ruled the estate, things could become very uncomfortable for him, not that he didn’t deserve it. It certainly would server the bastard right for what he had done to Krinthen and no doubt countless others. Only angelic laws being what they were regarding mortals, who Son now was thanks to the dagger, kept him from leaving the demon behind to suffer much deserved fate.
And if the angelic council hadn’t already had several grievances against him, Sereph would have happily handed the once demon over the villagers to string up or whatever they decided to do him. Deciding to play it on the safe side, for now, the angel took them both into hiding.
That had been several long days ago, Sereph thought as he drew out a cigarette and placed the cylinder between his lips and lighting it to saver the sweet smoke that filled his lungs. So far, no one had come looking for us. Pinching the bridge of his nose, I only hope that it remains the case. The last thing I want or need is to have someone show up from the Council to try and claim either Son’Arrin or Krinthen. Though, I’d happily hand Son over at this point and let them deal with him. Blowing the smoke from his lungs as he lounged back in the over stuffed chair in the library, his thought having chase thesleve around for hours now.
The white haired angel didn’t mind sheltering Krin while the Fae worked through what Son’Arrin had done to him. It was watching over the former demon that irritated him the most. Son didn’t deserve to be watched over as far as Sereph was concerned, more then tempted to turn his fate over to the Council. If he had known what the dagger could do to the foul wretch he'd have found another way of dealing with him, one that was far more suiting and permanent.
Thinking about the demon and Krin brought frown to his lips and creased his brow with a worry line. His vivid blue eyes darkening a shade when he recalled the screams of pain and cries for mercy from Krin that had awakened him from a dead sleep last night. Krin had been having a nightmare, it’d taken Sereph a very long time to calm the Fae down and reassure him that Son’Arrin wasn’t going to lay a hand on him, not if he had anything to say about it. When Krin had finally gotten back to sleep, it had been curled against him, long tapered fingers winding around white tresses.
It had come as a bit of shock when Krin had first curled against him like a small child. Sereph took it as a good sign that Krin could trust him. Trusting anyone after what had been done to him by Son’Arrin was going to be hard for Krin so Sereph didn’t leave Krin’s room or bed, staying close to the small healer, petting the silken black locks to keep him from slipping back into another nightmare.
Sereph’s thoughts had then turned to the former demon in the room across the hall as he left the library to go in search for the Fae. The things that filtered through his mind were none too pleasant and certainly nothing an angel would think of doing to another living soul. But those heart-breaking cries from the night before left him shaken and with a deep desire to strangle the former demon with is own hair.
Drawing another lung full of smoke from the cigarette into his lungs and holding it for a long moment before breathing it out once more in a sigh. Sereph’s blue eyes scanned the garden, having come outside looking for Krinthen since he had disappeared shortly after breakfast. It was now nearly noon and time for lunch, though he was thinking more along the lines of getting a drink as well. Being around the two emotional wrecks was slowly starting to become a drain on him. A drink would at least take the edge off his empathic gift.
It didn’t take him long to spot the small Fae perched on the rock near the center of the garden. Sereph stopped in his tracks watching the young man where he sat, Krin had dressed in one of his shirts which was too big on him, the cuffs covering his hands and the neck slipping off one shoulder. The black pants hid the slim shape of the Fae, making him appear somehow smaller, more fragile and delicate then he was. Even with all that he’d been through, Krin somehow captured an air of innocents. That innocents drew Sereph in, made him want to protect the younger man from further harm of those that were like Son’Arrin.
*****
Sitting in the garden of the home that Krinthen had been told belonged to Serephium, the Fae healer tipped his head back, feeling the warm sun kiss his face, heating his chilled skin while he sat on the large rock near the small pound. It was a beautiful summer day he could hear the birds singing to each other in the distance, the sweet smells of the blooming flowers rose richly around him. The soft wind toyed with the long strands of ink black hair that framed his face, tickling his cheeks and nose causing him to lift his hand to brush them back and over his shoulders with the rest of the long mass.
It was nearly perfect, almost peaceful here in the garden. One could almost forget that there was evil in the world while surrounded by the beauty. The only thing wrong with this blissful scene is me, Krin thought, bluish silver eyes cracked open, the world coming back into vivid focus from the blackness it had been behind closed eyes. I’ll never feel clean or whole again thanks to Son’Arrin, fingers coming to trace his bare throat where the slave collar had been for the last three months, he could almost feel it there still. He could feel Son leering at him, touching him, pressing him back against the hard rock. Cruel fingers digging into soft flesh, pulling at his clothing. Words of lust and sin filling his ears as the demon worked on making Krin hard.
Krin’s shoulder began to shake before he buried his face into his hands, scolding hot tears started over again, running down his cheeks as he battled away the images and tried to forget those words, that voice. That god awful sinful voice that promised just as much pleasure as the pain it brought.
I need another bath, Krin thought bitterly, feeling fragile and broken wasn’t new to the Fae; he’d been there before and had put him self back together and moved on. But this was something beyond what he knew how to heal. Serephium had said that it would take time. Time to heal. To recover what he had lost, as if I can ever gain back what I lost to Son, that thought brought more hot angry tears. Putting the pieces back together wouldn’t be an easy thing to do.
How many times had Krin said that him self to others never once thinking that he would ever hear the words repeated to him? The angel was right, he just needed time. Though how much, he was not certain of.
Sereph said he could stay here as long as he liked that he would help him through this tragedy. Drawing his knees to his chest, Krin hugged him self tightly, the broken edges having cut him once more and now he was left bleeding.
"Hey now, it’s all right," Came the warm smooth voice of the angel. It seemed to float out of no where causing the Fae to jump a little and turn to face Sereph. "I didn’t mean to scare you, Krin. But you don’t need to be thinking about that… it’s too nice a day to depress yourself." Flicking away the spent butt of the cigarette, Sereph smiled at the healer coming to lean a hip against the rock.
A sheepish smile crossed Krin’s lips, "…no… but it will be…" Slowly coming to his feet to stand before the one that had saved him, taking a moment to brush the tears away, only to have Sereph knock his hands away and do it for him. "I – sometimes, it feels like it never will be alright. That things will never go back to what they were before…" Turning his face into the warmth of Sereph’s hand, knowing that Sereph at least wasn’t going to hurt him.
Sereph watched the healer turn his cheek into his hand, "Yes it will," promising the Fae that much cupping the cooler cheek against his palm, thumb brushing over the soft curve. The temptation to lift Krin’s face to his, to taste those invitingly parted lips was great. Too great and if he kept a hold of that lovely face, he was going to do just that. Dropping his hand away, he could feel the Fae’s disappointment with the action or lack there of, "Come on in, Krin. I am about to start lunch and could use your help."
Not that he needed it; Sereph was fairly good in the kitchen with simple things. And it probably would have been best if he worked on their lunch alone, but it would give Krin something else to think about other then the pain of the last three months. He’d given the young man enough time alone for now.
Krin could have sworn that Sereph had been about to kiss. Had parted his lips in preparation just for that event. Tipping his head a little further back, letting Sereph’s warm fingers hold him. What would it be like to kiss such a person? He didn’t know he had closed his eyes until he felt Sereph step away and forced them open to find him self staring at Sereph’s back as the angel walked away from him and towards the house. Blinking at the angel’s broad shoulders, a frown pulling his lips downward, what had gone wrong? Didn’t Sereph find him attractive? Was it because of what Son’Arrin had done to him?
Feeling his lower lip tremble, Krin forced him self to move, watching his feet follow the path to the house. Suddenly there was an arm around his waist, pulling him in close to a warm, hard body, "Yes, it has something to do with what Son’Arrin did, but it is not what you think, Krinthen." Sereph tried to reassure the wounded man. He did find Krin attractive, but that was not what Krin needed now, "So stop second guessing everything."
Light blue eyes locked onto darker blue eyes; Krin’s hands closed over Sereph’s shoulders knotting into the black shirt the angel was wearing to a balance him self against Sereph’s larger frame. Words came tumbling from his mouth as he pleaded with the angel, "Then why wont you kiss me if it’s not what I think? Why wont you help me forget, you said you would help me? Erase him from my mind and body, I want you too…please." Pressing closer into Sereph’s warm hard body, part of him wanted to step away from the angel the other just wanted the man to block out all the darkness that still lingered.
Groaning inwardly, Krin really was too much, especially when he pleaded so softly and looked so tempting. If Sereph hadn’t been an angel or an empath he might have taken Krin’s pleas as the invitation Krin thought they were meant to be. A good deal of will power had Sereph setting the Fae away from him, "Because I won’t let you use me like that, Krin." Searching those desperate eyes for some sign that the Fae understood that he wasn’t about to be let Krin use him to forget, that it would cause the Fae more harm then good.
But he didn’t understand, "Use you?" Krin asked softly as he moved to step closer to the retreating Angel, holding out a hand to the other man, "How would that be so? It’s not like I am asking you to take my virginity… He- he already did that." His voice broke just a little as he continued to speak in a desperate plea; "I just want you to give me something else to think about. To remember. Please, is it so bad what I am asking?" Tears once more slipping free as he pulled in a shaky breath, "Please, Sereph, I beg you."
Sereph closed his eyes for a moment, head tipping back as if he were saying a silent prayer, Damn that demon, he thought darkly before jerking Krin back into his arms holding the Fae close once more. His hands stroked over the long black hair, before gently turning the Fae’s head upward and kissing him on that oh so temptingly rip mouth of his. Sereph could feel Krin tense over being held and touched, more so when he was kissed. This wasn’t going to work, Sereph thought bitterly, Krin might have said he wanted this, but he wasn’t ready. Not even close to being so.
Slowly letting Krin go, almost regretfully, Sereph drew in a slow breath, "That is why I won’t do as you are asking me to do. You aren’t ready. There is too much pain and fear and I do not want to be something you further regret." Turning the angel left the Fae standing in the garden. He needed to put some distance between him self and Krin.
*****
Son’Arrin, former 7
th Demon of Water, now a human captive of the angel known as Serephium whom had him had stole his identity, everything that had made Son’Arrin a force to be reckoned with, without remorse. There was nothing that remained in this frail body that reminded Son of his former glorious self. Other then the long violet hair, there was slight point to the tips his ears, and the very darkness of his eyes, but that was it. And on top of that he now possessed a hideous red line that ran from his right temple to just below his cheekbone. It then picked up and ran over his right peck. He had no idea where it came from or why it was there.
His powers were beyond his reach, though he could feel his water element it was still locked beyond his calling. The body his now demonic mind dwelled with in was weak as well, it needed more care then he knew how to give it. Son had no idea how humans survived like this. He could feel himself dying with every breath he drew in and subsequently released.
It was terrifying.
Looking down at his ruined wrists where heavy iron cuffs covered them. The delicate skin under the metal was now badly bruised and blood slowly seeped from the abraded skin near his thumb where he had been trying to pull them off. Growling under his breath, Son cursed the angel once more for damning him in such a fashion, if I ever get my powers and status back, I am going to return this favor.
Never had his hid been so easily marked. And the pain! The growl turned to a whine in the back of his throat as he lifted his swollen wrists to his mouth and began to lap the blood away with his tongue. Shit! This fucking hurts! UGH!
Veering his head to the right, he spat out the mouth full of saliva and blood. Mortal! The taste lingered on his tongue, in his mouth and made him want to howl in rage over what he had become. Son’Arrin, once a powerful demon of the realm was now mortal! Even with dimmed senses he could taste the difference between the blood that had once circulated through his body and what was there now. I hated it! I hate the one that did this to me. I hate the world and wish it would come to a crashing end at that very moment. I even hate myself for letting this happen. Fucking healer! You and Sereph are going to pay. Suffer…
Tears prickled at the corner of his eyes. Another sign of how weak he had become thanks to Serephium and his meddling. Why did that fucking angel do this to me? It would have been a far kinder fate to have just killed me. To slit my throat, pierce me through my blackened heart. Anything would have been better then damning me in this fashion. Why this? Why?
Raising his shoulder he brushed the wetness away from his face and went back to pulling on the cuffs, swearing under his breath at the angel for locking the cuffs on him in the first place.
Yes, I might have deserved being cuffed to the bed in the first place. After all he had tried to use the tray to bash the white haired man over the head and escape, forgetting that he was human, not demon, and that Sereph had powers still where he now lacked his own. To make a long story short, Son had missed Sereph’s head, Sereph had him pinned and cuffed to the bed in a matter of minutes, making sure he stayed put and kept from trying such stunts again.
Snarling, Son got off the bed, since his feet weren’t tied to the other end jerked harder on the cuffs, wanting them off and not carrying what he did to his hands to get them so. But they weren’t coming off. Sereph must have used some kind of ward or angelic spell to make sure that he could not just yank them off or slip his hands from the iron.
Sinking to the floor on his knees by the bed, hands raised above his head, Son curled his fingers around one of the headboard bars. I am so fucking weak. Human… how disgusting is that? Chained to a bed as tears blurred his vision and bleed ran in a slow trickle now down his arms. Looking up at his ruined wrists, a slow whine slipped from his lips as he recalled another time, another place where he had been chained much like this. Only he had been far younger, just as helpless and weak with out much hope of ever escaping his tormentor.
Closing soul dark eyes, Son laid his cheek against the thick comforter, inhaling the smell of lilac and daylily. It was a soothing scent that seemed to linger from the last time the covering had been washed. Son suddenly felt wary, dark lashed eyes fluttering open once more as he started at the rivets of red that kept falling, slicking his arms and now the side of the bed. At least Sereph hadn’t done much more then lock him to the bed and in this room. He was feed and clean. Drawing in another shaky breath, I should move, he thought bleakly, but couldn’t find the will to force his body to take any action.
His fate was unknown to him. Would he have to live the rest of his life as a human and atone for his sins? Pressing his forehead against the mattress, he didn’t want to think about the long list of evils he had done as a demon. Son knew what it meant to go to Hell. He’d seen what became of those souls that had been as black as his own. Knew what would become of him if he didn’t repent, mend his wicked ways. But he didn’t want to go to Heaven either. Son wasn’t meant for a place that was so pure.
That left Purgatory… and that was less appealing the either Heaven or Hell.
Lost in his own dark brooding thoughts, wondering where he was going to end up when Sereph decided to let him go. If the angel ever let him go that was. That was another thing to contemplate. Would Sereph ever just let him walk away? Could the angel do that? Would he do it? What would it take to convince the white haired male to simply let him go?
So wound around his own thoughts, Son missed the sound of footsteps coming back down the hall, what he didn’t miss was the slamming open of the bedroom door. Startled, Son let out a small yelp before jumping to his feet, spinning to face his captor as Sereph’s large frame came to fill the doorway. Son’s eyes rounded, shying back from the angelic male.
He looked far from happy for some reason.
The angel’s blue eyes nearly glowed in the low light of the nearly dark room, and that unholy anger was directed at him. Son shivered and started to shake. Here it came, the torture… Wetting his lips, the former demon tried to think of what he had done to cause the maelstrom of emotion from the other, but could come up with nothing. He’d been rather quiet since being chained to the bed a few days back, unless this had something to do with the little healer?
Swallowing hard, Son stepped further back from the towering angel, not liking how small and defenseless he felt when his back came up against the wall and he was forced to tip his head back to stare up at Sereph. What he wouldn’t give to have his shadow powers now. To be able to slip into the wall of phase through the floor, anything to escape the angry man that loomed over him. Dark eyes searched the blue ones, looking for any sign that something could be said to defuse the anger, but seeing none, only his death written in the lighter depths, Son turned his head away, "Then do it. Kill me, if that is what you have come here for. There is nothing that makes this life worthwhile. There never has been."
He was surprised his voice came out as strong and sure as it had. Tipping his face back up to regard the angel, whom seemed to be regarding him, weighing his words and the consequences of those actions with all due seriousness. Son knew that there was an angelic law or two regarding the killing of mortals and innocents. But he wasn’t innocent, now was he? He had enough sin and blood on his hands to give anyone one pause. Lifting his chin, jaw clenched tightly, he bared his throat to the angel, "and I won’t hold it against you. You’d be doing me a favor, really. By all rights, you should have killed me back at Shadows End."
Sereph growled then, slamming his hands on either side of the violet head, lowering his face to glare at Son, "I should have!" The angel bit out, watching Son flinch away from the heated words. "But I didn’t because death is too easy for you. Even if I was to take my time about it. You don’t deserve to die, you deserve to suffer for a long, long time." He could feel how low Son’Arrin held life and death, how much he craved to stop existence. Maybe this is what Fate had in mind, a lesson to teach the demon, former demon, how to value life and living.
Only Sereph couldn’t give Son’Arrin that lesson he so richly needed. He wanted to do the man damage for what he had done to Krin. If it hadn’t been for Son…
"Fuck you!" Son hissed, slamming his hands into Sereph’s chest to back him off, "You don’t know me! You know nothing about me! Don’t you dare presume to!" Growling when his wrists caught on the chains bringing another fresh wash of blood to coat the palms of his hands this time. Giving in, the smaller man howled in rage, twisted and jerked once more on his bound arms, "Fucking asshole!" He hissed eyes burning with anger when he couldn’t free him self.
Sereph wasn’t moved by either the words or the shove, watching dispassionately as Son tugged at the cuffs once more. The smaller man’s hands and arms were painted in red as he fought to free him self, if he kept it up, he’d seriously hurt him self. Gritting his teeth, Sereph took a hold of Son’s shoulders and shoved him down on the bed, "ENOUGH!" the angel’s voice ringing with unmasked authority.
Stilling in his struggles, Son looked away, the blanket of violet covering his face, waiting for Sereph to do whatever it as he was going to do. After a long moment, he looked up to find the room empty and the door open. Looking down at his arms once more, Son frowned. Drew them to his mouth and started to lick the blood away again. Salted tears mixed with the awful taste that filled his mouth. He needed to see how badly they were injured, maybe find something to bind them. He hadn’t meant to cause this much damage to him self.
*****
Krin looked up when Sereph walked into the kitchen, knife in one hand the other held a melon that he was cutting up, "Is something wrong? What happened?" Suddenly worried when he noted the dark and brooding look that crossed Sereph’s face. The taller male went to the sink and filled a bowl with water before looking for a towel, "Sereph… about the garden…" worrying his lower lip with his teeth, "I shouldn’t have asked you that. I am sorry."
"Don’t worry about it, Krin." Sereph said, finding the towel and looking around the kitchen, eyes settling on the Fae, "As for the garden and what happened out there, we will talk about it later. Right now…" Moving across the room he pulled out some bandages from a cupboard, "…I have to figure out what to do with the former demon. He can’t stay here." Not any longer, Sereph’s eyes narrowed a little. I almost lost control back there and now, here I am, intent on patching the bastard up.
"Oh… " Krin breathed out as he set the knife away, "I don’t know what to tell you, other then to string him up, gut him…" There were many other things that Krin would like to do to Son’Arrin if given half the chance. But Sereph had sealed the door to the room where Son slept which kept Krin at bay.
Sereph’s lips tipped in a half smile, "I know that is what you’d like to do. I would too. Trust me." Going over to Krin, he gave the small man a halfhearted hug, "But there are laws and I can’t let you indulge. Nor will I break them for that piece of shit."
Krin leaned into the larger man, hands slowly coming around Sereph, "… I know that too…" He said slowly, taking comfort from the man that was holding him. At least he wouldn’t have to live with Son’Arrin in the house much longer. It was hard knowing that his rapist was just a few doors down from his own, enjoying the fact he was still breathing and Sereph’s hospitality. At least it was almost over, maybe with Son out of the house he could really start to heal and not worry about the once demon slipping free to come after him in the middle of the night.
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*****
Walking back into the room, Sereph watched as Son lapped at the blood that covered his right hand. Wrinkling his nose he moved over to the small man, "You are going to give yourself an infection like that." Setting down the bowel of water and towel on the nightstand.
Son glanced at Sereph then went back to what he was doing, "What do you care? Maybe I will get blood poisoning and that will be the end of it." Smirking, his shoulders gave a little jerk when he laughed harshly, "I am sure that will be a slow and torturous enough death for me to suit both you and the healer."
"You would think that," Sereph said taking a seat on Son’s left side, soaking corner of the towel. "But that is not what I intend to have happen to you. I have a feeling somewhere out there is someone that can and possibly will teach you there is something worth living for." The angel unlocked one of the cuffs, taking a firm hold of Son’s damaged wrist, so he could wash off the blood.
Staring dumbly at Sereph, Son suddenly snorted, "I don’t care what you intend," attempting to pull his now free hand lose of the angel’s grasp, only to have the man tighten his fingers around the appendage growl at him. "Fine!" Son seethed, relenting and letting Sereph clean the wound, "But there is no one that is going to be willing to do what you are thinking." Wincing as Sereph found the cut that was letting the red liquid escape, "Fuck! That hurts!"
"Stop being such a baby. I am sure you have had worse then this done to you over the years." Sereph certainly had, after all, he had lived through a war, was a fighter, had been inprisoned and tortured by his own people. Having sharp pointed objects shoved into him was nothing new.
Son stiffened a little, "I am not being a baby," he huffed in a nearly sulky tone that seemed to make Sereph chuckle under his breath. Growling Son hissed, "It’s just been a long time since anyone has come close to inflicting pain. Let alone making me bleed like this." Paragone had made him bleed… bleed and scream and wish for death. Ducking his head, unable to take the sight of his own blood any longer, "Just hurry… I think I am going to be sick."
Sereph felt the once demon become emontionally distant, pain of some past hurt rising up and drawing him away. Son suddenly felt too much like Krin did at the moment, fragile and broken with no where safe to go. Frowning he looked at Son who was staring off into space, the veil of violet hiding his face. Sereph cursed his powers and finished binding both of Son’s injured wrists. He didn’t want to feel for the once demon. Not after what he had done to Krin.
Standing up, he gathered the items had had brought in with him, "Finished." Sereph said tightly, "I will leave the cuffs off to give your wrists a chance to heal. But you do anything like you tried to do the other day, and I will bind you hand and foot, tie you to the bed and beat you to within an inch of your misbegotten life. Do we understand each other?"
Son flinched under the anger but nodded his head once in consent. That feeling seemed to grow and magnify in the small human, radiating pain and fear though it didn’t show on the outside. Folding his hands together and setting them in his lap, Son's head remained bowed, shoulders rounding in defeat. If Sereph hadn’t known what Son was, he would have sworn that it almost looked like Son was praying. Snorting at his own foolishness, Sereph left Son alone, closing the door and setting the seal back on it to keep Son from trying to leave the room.
The former demon had suddenly became a mystery to Sereph in the respect that he was not sure what to do and more so one that he wanted nothing more to do with. He had to figure out away to remove Son from the house, a place to take him where he wouldn’t be of danger to anyone else or in danger from those that would harm him now that he was human.
"Maybe I can be of help with those thoughts, My Son," A soft female voice came from behind the angel, startling him in a small yelp of shock.
Spinning on the heels of hos booted feet, Sereph came face to face with the sightless woman, "Fate!?!" Sightless eyes, black and deep. Yet they where not empty, it was like the sky itself was caught there. Moving stars and small twisting galaxies caught in her very eyes. It was unnerving to stare at them directly. Fate's visage was forever changing. Depending on who saw her or what she wished you to see. To some she was old, to others young, to even fewer, a child. She wasn't exactly human, mortal or anything in between. She was Fate given body to encompass all things before morals.
She smiled and bowed her head to him; "Shall we talk?" Nodding to the library before walking through the open doorway, there she waited for Sereph to follow her, where they could talk with out being overheard by the Fae creature that Sereph had brought home with him.
Sereph followed Fate into the library, closed the door and locked it behind them, the last thing he wanted was for Krin to over hear whatever it was she had to ask of him. "Help?" Fate never helped, not with out taking something in return. "Help how?" Cautious in dealing with her, Sereph leaned into the door and asked, "You sent me for him so I assume you have a plan for the twisted son of a fucking bitch?" The words for his mouth gave him pause, had Son been the goal all along? Was Krin really that disposiable in her mind?
Her dark eyes narrowed on the angel before her, "His mother was far from such, Serephium, she was one of mine and Son'Arrin..." shaking her head ever so slightly towards the angel, her lips closing over words that he was not yet ready to hear about the former demon.
There it was, pouncing on it, Sereph had to ask, "Son what? ...Is he one of yours, too? What roll does he play for you?" Reaching for the ciggeretes that were tucked away in the pocket of his over shirt the urge to light up rolling through him with every word that Fate chose not to speak drove the rolling feeling in his gut.
"Son needs to see the light, to learn the error of his ways." Fate found herself explaining to the man she called her son, she could have no children of her own when she had taken the mantle of Fate as her own, it meant that all strings to her former life had been severed. Wetting her lips, she drew an old piece of parchement from thin air. "While he is free of Lucifer's influence I would like for an old friend of mine to try and help him learn of his birth right." Fate stated to Sereph while she walked over to the large desk and unrolled the map she had called forth. Laying it out on the so they both could look at it, she pointed to a location, "you will take Son, here, where he can be found."
Moving away from the door, Sereph ficked his fingers together causing a tiny flame to jump to life, "What do you have up your sleeve?" Not trusting the woman in the least. While she might call herself his mother, she had ways of screwing him over in the long run, driving him towards her goals as if his own desires meant little at all to her. But he supposed that is what mothers did?
Setting the cylinder to his lips, Seph took pleasure from the 'Must You' look on Fate's face as he lit up and drew the smoke into his lungs. "I know you..."
Turning her head upwards, she stared through Sereph, "You only think you know me." She warned as she drew back a little from the desk, " Do as I ask and one day, Son'Arrin will no longer be the demon he is now, Serephium, he will be someone you call friend..."
Pulling back, Sereph shook his head and snorted, "Oh, I will do as you ask," blowing smoke into Fate's face, the angel snarled, "But if I ever lay eyes on him again, I will kill him." Rolling the end of the cylinder between his long fingers, Sereph considered Fate for a long moment before he asked, "Just, do me a favor and keep an eye on Krin? I do not wish to leave him alone right now." When Fate inclined her head in his driection, Sereph turned and stubbed out his ciggy in the ashtray that sat there near the map, which was scooped up from the desk before he haded for the door, "I mean it, Fate... Nothing happens to Krin."
"I understand," Fate stated softly watched him head for the door.
*****
Waking bond hand and foot, gagged and blindfolded, Son’Arrin suffered this newest indignity with a silent snarl while he was carried over the shoulder of one demented fucking angel. Son had given up struggling against the rope bindings that held his legs and wrists together some hours ago, all he had managed to do was chaff his skin raw and wear him self out. He might need his strength for later. Unsure of what Sereph had in mind to do to him when he got wherever it was he was going in the first place.
Who knew that Sereph would knew so much about bondage and knots? The once demon wouldn’t have given the angel credit for that type of knowledge. He had always painted the white feathered lot as a bunch of goody-two shoes that didn’t cross the less the pure lines of Heaven. I would like to know where he learned this skill. And why he learned to do it? Certainly he doesn’t go around tying up former demons on a regular bases.
The long length of his violet hair was practically dragging on the ground behind the angel, hiding his own face from view, he was sure that it still burned red with humiliation and anger over how the angel handled him in such a disrespectful manner. I swear, one day I am going to find away to make him pay for this!
They were heading deeper into the woods, away from any form of civilization which included the small home where they had been staying and the healer, Krinthen Silver. Not that he ever cared to see the dark headed Fae again, other then to exact some forms of revenge on him for luring the angel to Shadows End. If it hadn’t been for that fucking Fae, I wouldn’t be here now. I wouldn’t be powerless and mortal. Seething in rage that he wasn’t able to act on.
Every now and then Sereph would drop him to the ground, allowing the blood to return to its normal circulation, leaving Son dizzy and unable to fight back, and unable to escape. By the time he was feeling any where near normal, that fucking angel would lift him up again as if he weighed nothing at all and off they would set to where ever the mother fucker was taking him.
And to add insult to injury, every few steps the angel’s shoulder would bounce into his gut cutting short the growing snarl that left his throat. There were no other words spoken between them. How could there be when I am gagged and the angel despises my mere presence? Just as much as Son despised being carted by the angel into the god forsaken back wood for whatever purpose Sereph had in mind.
Seething inside he again thought back to what he had lost, to what he had been. One of the most powerful demonic lords, rebellious and free from most restraints, only having to answer to the reigning Prince of Hell, Lucifer. Now look at ME! I am nothing but a filth mongrel beast in bonds, one of those damned souls to become a demon’s toy or worse. Baring his teeth around the silken rope used to binding him into silence. Son snarled around it, which earned him another shoulder into his gut causing him to grunt in pain.
If I am ever freed again, regain my power, I am going to rip the angel’s throat out. Bath in his blood. Savage his body until I am sated and he is no longer recognizable. Not even by that sorry bitch that had the sorry misfortune to whelp him!
Sereph might regret the fact that he could no longer kill, harm or maim him, and was now forced to protect him. But how far does that protection go? Son was sure he was about to learn how far the angel would go before he drew a line in the sand and left him or handed him over to some worse fate. Son knew that there were a few angels that would love to get their hands on his hide and introduce him to all kinds of pain. And more then a few demons that would love to do just the same, only worse.
Though Son’Arrin had never been interested in killing angels. He’d only harmed them to the point that they would flee for their lives. There were so many more interesting and fun things to maim and torture. Though he was going to make an acceptation for this angel. I will find away to regain my stolen power, once I have that returned to me, I will hunt down Sereph and make him scream, begging for death as he shoved into the angel’s battered body over and over, again and again...
Another shoulder to the gut left him breathing heavily, his thoughts scattering as he tried to kick the son of a bitch that was carting him half way across the world. Screaming behind the gag, Son suddenly found him self dumped on his ass, the blind fold removed from his fiery black eyes as Sereph knelt in front of him. Clenching his hands together, Son snarled at the much larger male, daring him to do what he willed.
Sereph didn’t look amused as he glared at the once demon, blue eyes glowing with an unearthly chill. Being empathetically gifted he could feel the anger, fear and hate radiating off of Son’Arrin. The anger and hate was mostly directed at him for the bit of turning Son into a human. The fear had to do with being human and what was to come or become of him now. If matters were left in Sereph’s hands, he would have slit the demon’s throat instead of turning him human. Instead he had been asked to deal with Son as he was now.
*****
I never wanted to touch this kind of filth again I do not think there is as much hope for Son as Fate would like me to believe. Baring his own teeth at the cursed human form of the demon before him, it was Fate that had made him take Son deeper into this woods, though she would not tell him exactly why. I would have preferred to stay with the Krin and avoided coming near Son, let alone touching the son of a bitch. Remembering what this thing had done to the healer that was back at the cottage where he would remain safe under Fate’s watchful eye.
Krinthen had not deserved this one’s perverse treatment of him. If he had not turned Son human he would have … but that was not here or now. Fate had asked him to free Son to the wild, so he would. Then he would return and take Krin far, far way from this place and see if he could not piece the healer’s broken spirit and mind back together, maybe find out if the man could learn to be touched and held again. Loved?
Eyes boring into each other, Sereph finally broke the silence, since he was the only one able to do such a thing. Smirking at the pathetic creature before him as he snagged the once demon’s chin holding him captive as he spoke in a deadly calm voice, "You are mortal and human now, Son’Arrin, and what you do with that from here on out is your own affair. But if you do wander to the dark side of your human nature, I will be the first to come and claim your life. Do I make myself clear?" Not waiting to hear the ex-demon’s reply, Sereph withdrew his hand with a jerk, standing over the still tied being. Tossing down the pack he had been carrying next to Son’Arrin, "If I were you, I’d find the clothing packed away in there and dress in something more then just the shirt." Grinning at Son’s half dressed state, "You wouldn’t want to run into slavers … or worse… in your current state." The angel purred.
It would serve the demon right to run into the same fate that he had inflicted upon others. Looking over the smaller male, Sereph’s eyes narrowed critically, if he had not known what the demon was capable of, of what he had done to the once innocent now in his care, he might, just might have found this human form of Son’Arrin attractive. Fate had not been cruel when transforming him, long limbed, the violet shade of hair, dark eyes, pale skin. His face was enough to break hearts, high cheekbones, slightly tipped eyes, and full lips. The body was still defined, though it was no longer as muscled as it once was.
Son reminded him of a Fae or an elf half-breed. The only mark on the body was the red lines that ran over the right side of Son’s face and chest. Son was what some might consider aesthetically pleasing to the eye.
Pulling a knife from his belt, Sereph palmed the blade, "In the pack you will find enough food to live off for a few days, change of clothing and a few tools for hunting for yourself and a canteen of water." Watching as Son’s eyes widened as he played with the knife in front of him. Sereph walked around behind Son and cut his bonds at his wrists, leaning forward to whisper against the pointed ear, "Come near Krinthen again, for any reason, and I shall be more then happy to gut you."
Son sucked in a breath as his hands were cut free, bringing them around to the front he rubbed at them, trying to bring back the circulation as Sereph hissed his warning about the healer.
Reaching up, Son pulled the gag from his mouth before turning to face the angel, "You are a fucking bastard and I hope you know that." Spitting on Sereph, "So, what the hell am I supposed to do out here? You just can’t leave me to die. I don’t know a damn thing about living in the woods."
Sereph smirked and got to his feet, "It sounds like you have a problem then, Son’Arrin." Arching one pale brow high before wiping his shirt clean, "Have fun," Sereph pat Son on the top of his head, turned and started away from the former demon, "Oh, and I am teleporting back so you wont be able to follow me. And I am sure you are rather lacking on tracking skills since all your demonic senses are no longer at your beck and call."
Son snarled and flung curses at Sereph’s backside, but the man was gone before he could get to the more colorful ones. Hissing under his breath, Son worked the knots free from the ropes that bound his ankle. Great! Stuck in the middle of no where, abandoned… even if it was by Sereph. What the hell am I supposed to do now? Shoving to his feet and picking up the bag, Son turned a small circle. Damn Sereph, how dare he be right! There is no way I can track him back to the cottage. So… where to now? Sitting back down Son put his chin into his hands and growled under his breath.
