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Chapter 10–The Boy’s Choice; Scene 2
master of the heavenly yard pages 218-224
Eater landed at a point a little removed from where Ma was.
Once there Allen got down alone, and the skeleton giant flew up once more.
…Ma’s target was likely to be Nemesis. The last “Deadly Sin contractor”…So they couldn’t afford to let her get close to Ma.
Nemesis would perform certain “preparations” elsewhere. Allen had himself taken on the role of distracting Ma until those were complete.
The black vortex immediately swirled around Allen, but still at this point it didn’t appear to cause any particular harm.
He started to walk towards the origin point of the vortex.
In the very center of the forest. The place where “Evils Theater” had stood before the world was destroyed.
She was simply standing there doing nothing, not even taking any interest in the frozen soldiers.
The girl holding a doll—the “Clockworker’s Doll”.
Allen knew by now that though she was Riliane in appearance, at heart she was a different person altogether.
“Hey there, good day.” Allen gave her a light greeting as he approached, as though she were a friend. “Nice to meet you…Ma.”
She turned towards Allen in response. “…If it isn’t Allen Avadonia. Where did Nemesis go?”
“Who knows? I wonder where she’s gone.”
Allen tilted his head to the side in an affected manner.
“…If you have no intention of telling me her location, then I have no use for you. Leave at once.”
“What will you do when you meet her? It can’t be that you want to have a talk as mother and child?”
“…Which is your goal? To save your sister, or to destroy me?”
“…”
“You’ve figured it out at least a little, haven’t you? What will happen to the world once I take in Nemesis.”
“I…studied all of the world while inside the ‘Blackbox’ in heaven. And what I could glean from that process…was that all of the events of this world occur within the scope of the ‘rules’ that the gods laid down. And that the gods noticed there were those outside of them—the ‘Irregulars’. …At the same time, they were extremely cautious of these people.”
Ma appeared to take interest in what Allen was saying. “How fascinating. For many years I visited places all around the world. I found many old ruins, and items of supernaturally advanced technology within them. But I have never gone to heaven.”
“Why are the gods afraid of ‘Irregulars’? I think—it’s because when a being that doesn’t exist is made to exist, it makes the rules into a contradiction. …But then another question comes up there. –That is, why must the rules not be contradicted?”
“…Go on.”
“You can arrive at that answer when pondering the other issue of what it is that the gods are most afraid of. Naturally, I am not a god myself, and so it’s a little difficult to make a perfect theory on that…So let’s swap out ‘god’ for ‘king’. In order for a king to remain so, he needs to have a country he can govern. Without it, he won’t be a king anymore.”
“And in the same vein, the moment the world is no more, the gods will no longer be gods…That’s what you’re saying.”
“Exactly. Putting this all together—you get the conclusion that the reason why the gods are afraid of Irregulars is because they have the power to erase the world.”
“So…That is why you, an ‘Irregular’ yourself, had your soul sealed inside the ‘Blackbox’ in heaven by god.”
Allen was surprised that Ma had known about that. “You knew that much?”
“The ‘Blackbox’ that you were likely to have been in must have had an ‘Akashic Record’ in it. I…found something similar in the ‘graveyard’. It wasn’t all that difficult. I do have Levia’s memories, after all.”
“I…didn’t realize there was a ‘Blackbox’ in the ‘graveyard’ as well.”
“It was a ‘Type B’—something that Behemo made and then left there. …But there is still something I don’t quite understand from your story just now. If the gods regard ‘Irregulars’ as being dangerous—then why was Riliane left alone?”
“I didn’t know that myself…But Adam and Eve were in the theater. And when I saw them, the answer became a little clearer to me.”
“…Gallerian did say that those twins were also ‘Irregulars’…”
“This is pure speculation, but perhaps erasure via ‘Irregulars’ is something that is conditional on the twins being together. Once they are, they invoke it via taking a certain action. That’s—a ‘Re_Birthday’, I think. …But what Adam put into motion was incomplete.”
Allen looked up at the ‘Blackbox’ floating in the sky.
The “black box” was still continuing its tremors.
“So I’m sure that it will only ‘format’ those who are already inside it.”
“Gammon’s goal…was to erase the world, then?”
“No, rather, it looked to me like he was trying to save it. Perhaps he was trying to revive the world again by controlling Adam and Eve’s power. …There’s no way to know the truth at this point.”
“…”
“Let’s get back on topic. I think that…you are also an ‘Irregular’ yourself. But unlike the others, you were not born as part of a set of twins.”
“Unlike you…I never even had any beings I could call my mother or father,” Ma muttered, her face looking somewhat lonely.
“So you would need another being to set up a ‘Re_Birthday’. And that might be the seven ‘Deadly Sin contractors’. It is by absorbing them that you hope to be able to completely erase the world—”
“--You’re wrong.”
“…Huh!?”
Ma’s expression abruptly grew harsh, and she gathered lightning in her hand. “You are different from me after all. Though you may be an ‘Irregular’ like I am…You have parents and a sister. You have people who can prove that you exist. You—could never understand my suffering!”
Allen swiftly blocked the lighting she fired at him with his sword.
His illusory blade melted in an instant, and he discarded it, summoning up a new one.
“Ma…Just stop this now. There’s no meaning in what you’re trying to do—”
“My wish is not to erase the world. That is…merely an incidental side-effect. I—must prove my existence. That in itself is the destiny of us ‘Irregulars’…And yet you seem to have forgotten that fact. You aspire to know everything of this world, and yet you know absolutely nothing about yourself.”
“…It’s the same for you, isn’t it? Even if you can prove that you exist, if the world is gone then—there’ll be no one to tell it to.”
The flow of the black vortex changed, its color starting to darken at the area around Allen.
And yet it still had no impact on him. Perhaps this vortex was something that could not manifest its influence as long as Ma had yet to completely become a “pure being”…Or so he guessed.
“Allen…How many worlds can you see? For me they are—infinite. There is not just one world. I can tell that there are many different worlds, in other dimensions from this one. Even if this world is erased…I will be able to tell my ‘story’ in a different world.”
“I guess I don’t have the range of sight that you do, unfortunately. I…can only protect that which I can see around me.”
Allen readied his sword.
He raised it level with his face, and then held it towards his opponent straight out—the “bull stance” that Leonhart, his adoptive father, had taught him.
Upon seeing that, Ma gave a thin smile.
“Putting on airs as some messenger of justice? …That’s fine. I don’t mind being ‘evil’. I will prove my existence—even if that makes me a ‘pure evil’ that can erase the world.”
“…”
“Feel free to come at me, if you intend to stop me. But…Riliane and I are currently of one body. If you destroy me, then she too will—”
“…I know. I know that already.”
Once, Allen had thought little of making the whole world his enemy, if it meant protecting his sister.
…Yes, Ma did resemble his old self—He could feel that, very deeply.
This figure, not caring what else happened as long as it was for their goals.
No ethics or rules could sway them from their determination. Though there might be some who would call that “selfish”…What meaning was there in throwing yourself away and merely living?
We…are not the “dolls” of gods. We are “humans”, who have our own will.
As he faced off against Ma—
Allen recalled his old self.
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Destroyed - Chapter Five (Chris X Raen)
Rating: M - ***TRIGGER WARNINGS***
Warnings: Violence, language, drama, angst, mentions of abuse and rape
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Raen and Chris finally tell their stories, it ain’t pretty my lovelies, read with caution **TRIGGER WARNINGS**
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Raen was silent on the drive and Chris wasn’t sure if that was good or bad; he glanced at her often, studying her face for signs that she was still okay, if there wasn’t some delayed shock reaction going on. If the Cruiser had better seats he probably would have pulled Raen closer, sheltered her against him and pressed a kiss to her hair, breathed in her scent and let it relax him, let his surround her and hopefully do the same.
She chewed on her bottom lip and picked at her nails, glancing out the window before looking back down at her hands.
“I don’t know where you live.” Chris confessed, glancing at her with a shy smile.
Raen startled slightly, cheeks reddening before pointed hesitantly out the windshield. “Take a right on Maiden.”
She continued to direct him with quiet words until he pulled up to a charming pale-yellow bungalow with a wide, covered porch and old-growth trees shading a sprawling yard.
“Wow,” Chris couldn’t help but murmur. As a kid who’d grown up on the wrong side of L.A. and who currently lived in an apartment above his own garage, he’d always dreamed about what it would be like to live in such a charming and comfortable-looking house.
“It was my grandma’s.” Raen explained quietly as she climbed out and Chris waited a beat before following. He hesitated at the bottom of the steps until Raen turned back to him. “Did you want to come in?”
“Do you want me to?”
Raen paused, glanced inside then back down the driveway before looking back down at him. “Yes.”
Chris followed, his heart beginning to speed up. He expected nothing tonight but the thought of burdening Raen with his life story did not sit well with him. She wanted to know why he’d behaved the way he had, she deserved to know, but the act of telling her everything, of dredging up all those ghosts and skeletons sent a shiver of dread through him.
What would she think of him?
Raen gestured to the couch and, when Chris sat, said quietly. “I’ll be right back; I’m just going to take a shower.”
Chris nodded silently, offering her a small smile then reached for the television remote on the coffee table in front of him. Thoughts of Raen in the shower came, unbidden, to his mind and he swallowed hard, his mind imagining her heavenly body nude under the spray, her curves glistening and begging to be touched as the soap trailed down her wet skin. But he wouldn’t, he never would betray the fragile trust she seemed to have placed in him. If anything happened, it would be from her own initiation.
After a time, she emerged, clad in leggings and a tank, a zip-up hoodie, her hair towel-dried and drifting in soft waves around her, catching the low lights of the lamps.
She disappeared around the corner and Chris heard the old fridge door creak open, bang shut again then Raen reappeared, clutching two water bottles. She handed him one before perching cross-legged on the opposite end of the couch, facing him. She didn’t say anything, and Chris grew restless.
Do it. Like a band-aid. Chris grimaced then opened his mouth and let the whole sorry tale tumble out.
“I grew up in L.A., never knew my dad. My mom was a crackwhore who sold her body for drugs until she OD’d when I was fifteen. After that I was on my own.” He didn’t look up from worrying at his knuckles, picking at the grease stains that never seemed to scrub fully clean from the creases, but he could feel Raen’s eyes on him. “I worked my ass off and got into the Bureau fairly young.” He sighed, scrubbing at the back of his neck.
“The Bureau? You mean the Federal Bur- the F.B.I.?!” Raen gasped. “You were an F.B.I. agent?!”
Chris chanced a glance upwards, afraid of what he would see. Raen was staring at him in shock.
“You’re a Fed?” She asked, her voice harder.
“Not anymore….” Chris exhaled heavily before continuing. “Not quite six years ago I got approached for an undercover assignment, deep-cover. I had to infiltrate a gang in L.A. that we were trying to connect to a string of bank robberies and other shit. I was teamed up with a Sheriff’s Deputy named Erin Bell. We were posing as a couple.”
Raen shifted and Chris glanced up to see her wrap her arms around herself, looking uncomfortable.
“We got in; we were part of the gang. We had to blend, we had to be credible, so we did everything they did. We smoked pot, started doing cocaine-“ He winced as Raen inhaled sharply then forced himself to continue. “Erin and I… we started sleeping together, we… “ he blew out a breath. “We were in love, or so I thought.”
Raen stood suddenly and Chris’ head snapped up, fear coursing through his veins.
“Get out.” Raen’s voice shook.
“Baby, please. Just let me finish.” He begged, holding a hand out to her. “Please?”
Raen stared at him, breathing hard, her lilac-grey eyes shimmering a little. Stiffly, she sat again, her spine rigid.
“Thank you,” Chris exhaled, relief nearly liquifying his bones. “We, uh… we learned about an upcoming bank job. It was going to be big. I wanted out, we had enough to arrest everyone but…. Erin wanted more. She grew up like me and hated it. She was tired of ‘scrapping’ as she put it. She wanted to keep going, help rob the bank and then hide our share of the money. We’d go back to work until things died down then leave and disappear together with it.” Chris stopped, scratching at his eyebrow and staring hard at the floorboards. “I agreed for her, I let her talk me into it. ‘Do you love me?’ I asked her. And you know what she told me?” He looked over at Raen, who was watching him with wide eyes. “She said, ‘you know I do’, I should’ve-“ He scrubbed his hand roughly over his shorn hair before resuming. “I completely ignored my values, my morals for her… for love. I agreed to rob a bank, I agreed to turn my back on the oath I’d taken as a federal agent.” He hissed angrily, fresh loathing swirling into his heart.
Raen remained silent, but he heard her question anyway.
“The leader, his name was Silas, he must’ve suspected something. Erin and I were supposed to be the getaway drivers, but he switched me out at the last minute, had me go into the bank with him.” His next exhale was less steady than before. “I can still see the girl that worked there. She was just a kid and scared shitless. Silas was waving his gun in her face and screaming, and it was fucking killing me to not do anything…. And then we left and it was looking like everything was going to be okay….then the dye-packs in the money Silas was carrying blew-“ he fluttered his fingers to illustrate the explosion. “He dropped the bags and stormed back into the bank, and I knew he was going to kill that girl and I couldn’t… I couldn’t just stand by anymore…. I ran in after him and broke cover. I identified myself and…. Silas didn’t even flinch, he turned and started firing, I got a few shots off but they missed… I got hit twice. And he shot the girl, then left. And as he was walking by, he shot me again,” he traced the scar on his scalp silently. “It was supposed to be a kill shot, but he missed. I woke up later in the hospital.” Finally, slowly, he raised his eyes to Raen. She was leaning forwards, staring at him, her hands clasped to her face in shock.
“Chris, I…” she trailed off.
“Not finished yet.” He couldn’t keep the wry tone out of his voice. “I had a lot of time to lay there and think. Think about what I’d almost done, what I’d been willing to do for her. And then Erin showed up and… I found out she’d miscarried, and I hadn’t even known she was pregnant! She didn’t tell me, she let me walk into that bank without knowing.”
“Would it have changed anything?” Raen asked quietly. “If you’d known?”
“I don’t know…. I think so. I wouldn’t have gone through with the bank job. I would have done what I originally wanted to do… but if we had gotten that far and I had the choice of trying to save that girl again or just staying outside knowing she was about to die… I don’t think I could just stand there; I would have tried…”
“But you wouldn’t have gotten that far,” Raen clarified quietly. “You would have stopped and arrested him before you ever made it to the bank.”
“Yes.” Chris whispered. “That girl died, I almost died… because of love. Because of my delusion, my fucked-up head where Erin was concerned. I let a fairy-tale nearly kill me and it was all for shit. Erin was ready to be a thief, to turn her back on everything for money and I went along with it like an asshole.” He hung his head, his pulse hammering with self-loathing. “As soon as I could I left the Bureau and took off. I stopped all the drugs. I ended up here and bought the shop when Griffin retired.” He exhaled heavily and rubbed a hand over his goatee, scratching at the scruff. “And that’s it.” He said the last flippantly, as if his tale was nothing special, but his eyes held untold pain and he dropped them from Raen’s before she could see the tears forming.
“And so…” Raen trailed off before inhaling sharply and continuing. “You’ve kept yourself apart from anything and anyone that could be more to you… because of Erin.”
“Because I followed my dick instead of my head.” Chris clarified. “I knew it was wrong, but I ignored my gut and listened to someone who didn’t have me as a priority, they only saw money and a way to get it, regardless of what it cost.”
“And you think that everyone you meet is capable of the same?” Raen’s voice was low, non-accusatory but cutting him all the same. “You think that someone like me, a scared little nothing like me would have that power over you?” Now anger crept into her voice. “You have no idea what I’ve lived through… I’m all too aware of the hold someone can have over another, but it’s never been me with the upper hand.” She wiped a hand angrily across her eyes, catching the tears threatening to overflow down her cheeks. “If that’s all you think I’m capable of, then you might as well leave, Chris…. I don’t need that in my life right now-“
“No, Raen!” Sensing impending disaster, Chris scrambled to his feet and dropped to his knees in front of her. He tried to grab her hands, but she pulled them away, her eyes beginning to close over with those damned walls again. “I don’t think that about you…. Christ, baby, you have no idea… I’m in so deep-” He broke off, heart pounding, both hating that he’d bared so much of his heart right now and relieved that he’d he finally said it.
“Why?” Raen’s tone was scarily empty, her voice for strangers.
“Because the fucking second I saw you I was a goner and I’ve never felt that way before, never. But I saw how you acted around me, around everyone and I knew something happened to you, baby. It’s obvious someone’s hurt you and so I’ve been careful, I didn’t want to frighten you away, and then… when it looked like you were starting to let me in, I got nervous… but I came to my fucking senses. You are nothing like Erin; fuck… you are nothing like anyone I’ve every met! I’m in so deep, baby; it terrifies me… I can’t stop thinking about you.” He broke off and wiped at his face. “And what scares me the most is that if you were the type of person that would do that…. I’d be helpless because I’ll do anything you ask of me. Anything but walk away and I’ve never felt this way before. You own me.” He swallowed hard and when he reached for Raen’s hands this time, she let him take them and he just held them for a beat, rubbing his thumbs across the backs and letting the sensations calm him. “And now I’m terrified you’re going to tell me to leave and I’ve lost the best thing I could have ever had, because I was so goddamn stupid.” He closed his eyes, waiting for the words to come, the words that would hurt him far worse than Silas’ bullets, than Erin’s betrayal and lies.
“I’m scared too.” Raen murmured. “You’re right, someone has hurt me, and I don’t just mean you.” She exhaled hard and pulled one hand free from Chris’. He looked up, afraid to see her rejection but Raen only wiped brusquely at her cheeks, tensing when Chris pulled his other hand free and reached up, cupping her face in his hands and thumbing her tears away, gazing up at her with trepidation and hope. Her hands gripped his wrists, not to pull his hands away, but to ground her.
“I’m tired,” she sighed. “From today and from everything. I just want to go lay down and sleep right now.”
Chris swallowed thickly. He hadn’t planned very well; both his shop and his bike were far away right now, and both meant five or more mile’s hike to reach. But he wouldn’t force anything on Raen right now; his story, his confession had been enough tonight. “Alright, I’ll head out-“
“No.” Raen replied quickly. Her eyes lowered, her cheeks going that adorable shade of pink again. “I… I can’t… “ Her eyes snapped up to his, wide with both fear and hesitant anticipation. “I don’t want to be alone but… “
“I’ll sleep on the couch?” Chris offered gently. “Okay?”
Raen exhaled, a shuddering breath and Chris caught a glimpse of the real depths of her fears, even stronger than he’d thought. His story was hard, Raen’s was going to be earth-shaking.
“Thank you.” She whispered.
“Anything, doll.” Chris murmured.
She sniffed hard, wiping at her face before standing and Chris stood with her, lingering uncertainly at her side, searching her face for signs of what she needed right now, what he could do to assuage her sorrow. She looked up at him, tears fresh in her eyes then choked on a sob and buried her face in his chest, clinging to him as she cried.
Chris tensed for a heartbeat in shock then wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her close and dropping his head to hers. His heart pounded anxiously, and he was sure he was saying the wrong things, but her misery pulled at him, demanding he do something, anything to ease her pain. “Baby, I’m here,” he murmured, stroking her hair. The strangest feeling was flowing through him, belief that he was completely out of his depth, and absolute certainty that he was exactly where he was supposed to be. “Please doll, don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you crying.” He pressed his lips to her hair and closed his eyes, feeling ready to cry himself all over again. Was this love? Feeling absolute helplessness, abject anguish at another’s pain?
Raen sniffled against his chest and he felt a shudder run through her. He could feel her struggle to regain control and then she lifted her head from his chest and gazed wetly at him. He cradled her face, thumbing the tears away then bent down and, heart beginning to hammer anew, pressed his lips to her forehead; a lingering, tender kiss, closing his eyes at the contact.
Raen took a deep breath and stepped back, disentangling herself gently from his arms. Chris studied her, trying to decipher her expression. Did she still want him to stay? Had his kiss been too much for her right now?
Gratitude and something deeper showed in her eyes and she managed a small smile as she wiped once more at her cheeks.
“Sorry about that,” she muttered. “I don’t normally cry around anyone else.”
“It’s okay,” Chris whispered, daring to take a step closer. Slowly, like she was a wild animal ready to run, he reached out and took her hand, lifting it to press her palm against his chest. He couldn’t say the words, not without breaking down again and instead let his heartbeat tell her. She stared at her hand for a moment, forehead furrowing as she felt his heart pound against it then stared up at him, surprise widening her eyes at the emotions in his.
“I’ve never felt this way before.” He confessed quietly. “Please give me time.”
Raen chewed her bottom lip, looking like she was fighting tears again. “Only if you wait for me too.”
Chris, holding her gaze, lifted her hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the palm then lowered their hands, stroking circles on her skin with his thumb but waiting for her to speak first.
“Will you stay, still?”
“Of course, baby.”
Relief darkened her eyes and she pulled, reluctantly it seemed, away, striding down the hallway and stopping at a closet. She pulled a stack of blankets out and balanced a pillow on top of the pile before walking back towards him. Chris watched her, a gentle, reassuring smile on his face as she passed him and set the pile on the couch, turning and walking closer as she began laying them out.
Chris could honestly say that, at least since he’d come to town, he’d never actually lain anywhere near a woman without having sex with her, but that wasn’t happening tonight. Raen had given him something far more precious tonight, pressed her fragile heart into his hands and he would die before he betrayed that trust.
She hesitated. “I’m sorry, I want you to stay but I just can’t… “
“It’s okay, doll. No pressure. We do what you’re comfortable with.”
She stared up at him and he got that feeling again, like she was looking deep into his soul once more, taking his measure for the second time since they’d met and he hoped like hell, more fervently then he’d ever hoped before, that he was worthy in her eyes.
“Goodnight, Chris,” she whispered, resting a hand on his shoulder and reaching up. He leaned forwards, not entirely sure what he was in for and felt a wave of heat as she kissed his cheek gently.
“Goodnight, Raen,” he murmured in return, watching her walk down the hallway. She glanced over her shoulder at him one more time before entering her room and Chris stood there, watching, long after she closed the door.
Morning sun shining through the curtains woke him. For an old couch, it was unbelievably comfortable and Chris had slept like a baby, or maybe it had just been the knowledge that Raen was safe and nearby, that he’d bared his heart to her last night and she’d not thrown away the offering. She still had her own story to tell, and Chris sensed that hearing it would infuriate him like nothing else, but they’d crossed a bridge together last night and something had changed between them.
A creak of old floorboards, then Raen was there, standing beside the couch, a tentative smile on her face.
“Good morning.” She offered quietly.
“Good morning, baby.” Chris smiled.
Raen sat on the edge of the coffee table and Chris rolled to face her, reaching out for her hand. She let him take it, press a kiss to her knuckles and rest their interlaced hands against his chest, just above where the blankets fell, revealing the bare skin, sprinkled with dark hair, of his muscled pectorals.
“Do you like pancakes?” Raen asked, her voice hushed.
“Love them.”
“Okay,” she answered. “I’ll make some. Bacon and eggs good, too?”
A warmth coiled in Chris’ chest, a feeling of home that he’d never felt before. “Yeah, baby.”
Raen smiled, then leaned forwards as she stood and pressed a kiss to Chris’ head. He was reluctant to let her hand go but did, watching as she walked away.
Soon delicious smells were wafting from the kitchen and Chris’ stomach growled loudly. He rolled to his feet and stood, stretching his spine and padding into the bathroom, scratching various areas of itchy skin and taking care of morning business before venturing into the kitchen as he pulled on his shirt. Raen stood at the stove and Chris leaned against the entrance, gazing at her. The urge to approach her and draw her into his arms, pull her back against his chest was crazy-strong and he longed to press his face into the crook of her neck, inhale her sweet scent and fall that much more in love with her.
There was no use denying it, his feelings for her. He’d been fighting them since the first time he’d seen her, stepping from her disabled Land Cruiser, and no amount of distance or time or discouraging internal dialogue had lessened them. She’d not pushed him away last night, not been disgusted or put out by his sorry tale, in fact, the part that had inspired those reactions from her had been his actions lately, not any hell from his past.
Raen sensed him watching and turned her head. “What?” She smiled, somewhat uncertainly.
Chris chuckled softly and pushed away from the entrance, walking towards her. He approached as close as he dared, as close as Raen’s body language allowed then paused. “Just you.”
Raen turned fully around to face him, eyebrow raised. “What about me?” Her voice was light, and Chris could see the tentative invitation there.
Slowly he reached up, eyes locked with her face, even as Raen looked down demurely, shivering slightly when the back of his fingers lightly brushed her cheek. Her eyes flickered up to his, a hint of fear in them, but she didn’t pull away and Chris pulled back only enough t0 cradle her face instead, rubbing his thumb across her chin, then, as she seemed to relax, pressing gently at her bottom lip.
Raen inhaled sharply and her tongue darted out, involuntarily, brushing his thumb, pulling a sharp inhale from Chris as well. His eyes darkened and his breathing grew heavier. This was not the standard reaction his body normally had with attractive women, a generic warming, but a targeting response. He hungered for Raen, for every part of her and it was growing more and more difficult to restrain himself.
Raen saw the longing and need in his eyes and while the fear remained in hers, it dimmed as something else started to bloom there as well. A faint, coy smile curved her lips as she pulled deliberately away from his hand and turned back to the stove, glancing at him once before resuming her task.
Taking the chance, hoping he’d read her right, Chris closed the remaining distance and pressed against her back. While Raen tensed for a half-second, she quickly relaxed and even leaned back ever so slightly towards him. Emboldened, Chris wrapped his arms carefully around Raen, banding them around her shoulders and pulling her tight to him. Heart pounding, he dropped his head to her throat and indulged in a deep breath, exhaling with a low moan as Raen relaxed ever further and even tilted her head slightly to touch his.
“Baby,” Chris groaned, his word as involuntary as the shudder that ran through him as he nestled deeper. A brief lance of fear, that he was pushing her too far, shot through him but then Raen hummed lowly in response to his tender name.
“Chris,” she whispered, hands shaking ever so slightly as she stirred the scrambling eggs. Chris took another chance and pressed his lips gently to her throat, right at the pulse point, closing his eyes as dizzying sensations shot through him at the small contact. Now it was Raen’s turn to moan and she shuddered. “Don’t-“
He tensed to pull away, trying to ignore the sudden sting in his heart.
“Don’t-, don’t stop.” She managed; her voice breathy. Chris shifted his hands, tentatively running one across her middle, savoring her but Raen tensed. “Chris, don’t. I’m fat-“
“No.” Chris hissed, surprised at the sudden venom in his voice, the real anger coursing through his veins. She was not, and to say so was an abomination. “Fuck, Raen. You are beautiful, do you hear me? You have no goddamn idea how hot you are.”
Raen tensed again. “Marshall always said-“
“A fucking idiot.” Chris dismissed shortly, then softened his tone. Raen would think he was angry with her, when in reality he wanted to track down this Marshall asshole who gave her this ridiculous notion and tear out his fucking throat. “You are perfect. You are so goddamn sexy I can hardly control myself around you. I’ve wanted you from the second I saw you.” He broke off before he completely embarrassed himself and pressed his face back into her throat.
She was quiet for a beat. “Really?” There was a heartbreaking quaver in her voice, a vulnerability that tore at him.
“It was him, wasn’t it? Marshall? He’s the one who hurt you? He told you those lies.” Hatred for the man burned low in Chris’ belly, a special kiln inside him to temper his most personal and dangerous of rages.
“He…” she began but broke off. “It’s a long story.”
“I’m here. If you want to tell me…. And I’m not going anywhere, not if you don’t want me to.”
“I don’t want you to go.”
“I won’t.”
Raen finished the breakfast silently but her body stayed relaxed in Chris’ arms and she only giggled lightly at him when he dared another lingering kiss to her nape, rolled her shoulders as if he was a fly to dislodge, but flashing a smile to soften it.
Chris’ heart was galloping in his chest and his body’s response to Raen was no secret, prodding her incessantly in the curve of her luscious ass but she didn’t pull away, even ground back ever so slightly, drawing a rough growl of building desire from low in his chest.
He released her reluctantly only after she’d filled two plates and accepted his with a lopsided grin. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She whispered, her cheeks going that adorable pink shade again.
He followed Raen to the table and sat across from her, slowing his movements, although now that he’d smelled the bacon he was starving, to match hers but he couldn’t stop his moan when he tasted the pancakes, felt them melt in his mouth, the best he’d ever tasted.
Raen blushed darker at his moan but he only shook his head. “Shit Raen, these are good.”
Raen ducked her head. “Marshall never liked them.”
The kiln inside him flared hotter, had this fucker ever treated her right? “Do you…. Will you tell me about it?”
Raen swallowed her mouthful hard, a flash of uncertainty in her eyes and Chris opened his mouth to take it back. She didn’t need to open her veins for him, not right now, not ever if she wasn’t ready. “Raen, I’m sorry-“
“No, it’s okay. You need to know; it might help you understand me.” She dropped her head, pushing some egg around her plate. Taking a deep breath, she raised her head.
“I met Marshall almost four years ago. I was bartending and he came in and… I was young and stupid and lonely, and he knew what to say. We moved way too fast. Within a few months we were married and moved away from what’s left of my family. He’d always been a little… intense but it got worse after we moved.”
Chris dropped his hands into his lap to hide how tightly he was clenching his fists. He didn’t want to add to Raen’s upset, but his knuckles were white, his nails biting into his palm. Chris had grown up in a bad neighborhood, he’d been F.B.I., he knew what came next, assholes were depressingly unoriginal in how they fucked around with innocents.
“He liked to drink, that’s where most of our money went. And when he drank he got mean-“
“He hit you?” Chris bit out.
Her eyes answered him. “Every couple of months, something seemed to… flip… in his head and I wouldn’t even recognize him, it was like he was possessed or something…. Anyway, about eight, nine months ago he came home like that and… “ she took a deep breath, picking at a cuticle compulsively, “he wanted… sex and I said no, I didn’t feel like it.”
She stopped picking, stared at her nails and Chris felt a wave of dread.
“He… took it anyway.”
Although the thought of hurting Raen more burned like acid in his veins, he was so taken aback that the words spilled from his trembling lips before he could stop them. “He raped you?” His face contorted with pain.
Raen flinched and Chris felt a wave of self-hatred. “Baby, I-“
Raen started speaking again, as if she wouldn’t have the nerve to continue if she didn’t just plow ahead right now. “I ended up pregnant and… Marshall, he caught me puking one morning and found out, but he wasn’t mad, he seemed happy.” She licked her lips, another compulsive action. “But about two months after he… flipped again. He came home in the middle of the night, stinking of another woman’s perfume, pulled me out of bed and he…. “ She took a deep breath, glancing up at Chris, trepidation in her eyes, as if she expected him to fly out of the house and hunt Marshall down right now and Jesus was he tempted. “He got rid of the baby.”
“How?” Again, a compulsive question, one he instantly wished he could take back.
“He kicked me until I started to bleed.” The matter-of-fact tone didn’t cover the crack in her voice.
Chris dry heaved, turning his head so he didn’t vomit on the table. Christ, in all his years as an agent, in all his miserable life had he ever heard something so vile and evil and Marshall’s fate was sealed in his mind, his kiln flaring white-hot.
“I miscarried and took to bed. Time is kind of hazy there, but I think it was three days later I got a call from my grandmother’s lawyer. She’d died and left me everything. I packed what I had and drove here. I had the Cruiser but I’d sabotaged it so it wouldn’t run and Marshall would let me keep it. I hooked up the right wires and got out. Four months later, I met you.”
Chris gagged again, his mind whirling, stunned stupid by what she’d just told him. What the fuck?! He’d sensed she’d been hurt but Jesus Christ! Sitting back upright, he wiped at his mouth, not surprised to feel tears on his cheeks. “Baby… I-“
“That’s why I’m scared, Chris. I’m fucking terrified. I let a man into my life and look what happened. I-“
“I would never hurt you like that, never.” Chris’ voice was almost a growl.
“I know.” Raen whispered and despite the bleak air, Chris felt his heart lift slightly; while it was faint praise, she was still placing some degree of trust in him when she had a fucking good reason to never do so again with any man.
“But I don’t know if I can take the chance again…” her voice broke and Chris scrambled from his seat, falling for a second time to his knees for her. Raen’s hands covered her face as she started to cry and Chris’ hands shook as he reached for her, resting one hand tentatively on her knee while the other rubbed softly at her back.
“Raen,” he murmured, a heartbroken plea, but he couldn’t think of anything else to say. What could you say?
“I… I need time, Chris. I need you to be patient.”
“Anything. Anything you need, baby.” He whispered fervently. He would do anything for Raen, anything but walk away.
“Thank you.” She breathed, dropping one hand to cover his where it cupped her knee gently.
Chris turned his hand over, grasping hers and squeezed.
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Can I request a clace fanfic? Maybe when they are married or engaged idk quite a bit into their relationship. Maybe jace gets jealous of clary joking with another boy and you can decide what happens. 💙
A/N: I’m sorry if this is a weird mix of TV/ book universe I’m just kind of going for it and I’ve been re-reading and watching the TV show so my wires are a bit crossed. Also, this is an AU where Simon remembers everything and can be with Izzie and apparently vampires can have children now! There are no rules. Also oops you’re getting a long-ass proposal flashback as well (two for the price of one!) because as stated before, there are no rules. I wrote this in 4.5 hours after midnight in my bed so hopefully, it still has a plotline in the morning. I really hope you like it! Give me notes or criticisms or requests!!!
Category: Fluff with angst peppered in
Warnings: Suggestive humor, angst, rare cursing, and not really adultery but jealousy I suppose???
Word Count: 3706
- 3 years after City of Heavenly Fire -
*Clary’s POV*
The early March snow falls lightly from a grey New York sky. Jace, Isabelle, Simon, and I sit in our regular booth at Taki’s on a double date. Well… it was less of a date and more of a meeting. After all, I had been dubbed Isabelle’s amatuer baby shower planner, and she, my wedding planner. Wedding. that word still sends my head spinning. It isn’t that I’m not ready, or that I don’t want this. I mean, after all, I’m living my dream! I had always known I would marry Jace, but something about this is so surreal and I can’t quite put my finger on it.
Still, a wedding! I try to ground myself as Izzy explains what she had in mind for the floral arrangements, but, as can be expected, I find myself daydreaming instead. Jace popped the question the night of Izzy and Simon’s wedding. We were driving home from the reception as they had portaled to Idris for their honeymoon, and while I napped in the passenger seat Jace had driven us out of the city to Luke’s farm in the countryside. I imagine his grip on the wheel was a little tighter than usual as he ran over his speech in his head and the jewelry box burned a hole in his pocket. He let me sleep until just before sunrise when he started to lightly trace the runes that swirled across my arms. The less-than-comfortable car seat, combined with the introduction of sunlight, and the touch of my love had all awoken me. He told me he had a surprise for me and carried me bridal-style a few hundred yards until I tapped him on the shoulder to signal that I could make it the rest of the way to wherever this “surprise” was on my own. He laid out a blanket on the side of a big hill where I used to play tag with Simon while my mother painted. I had brought him out here the night of her wedding - it is one of my favorite places. He laid down and I laid on his chest as the stars dimmed and the sky transitioned from muted blues into various shades of pastels. After several minutes of laying there in silence, I twisted around and kissed him gently, at first, and then deeper. We stayed like this for a while, until I noticed a dampness on his cheeks. He wasn’t crying per se… but he was teary. I wiped some of the moisture away with my thumb. “Jace, what’s wrong?” He bit his lip and gently shook his head regaining his composure “S’nothin.” He pulled my leg over his torso and I straddled him as we continued to kiss. Things got more heated, though he was moving at a slower pace than I was used to, so I pressed my body closer to him and grinned. “Do you have something in your pocket, or are you excited to see me?” I questioned. Little did I know how intensely my cheesy jibe was going to backfire. My then-boyfriend chuckled, almost sadly, under my weight. “Jace… what’s wrong?” he glanced to the wildflowers scattered about the field next to us. “I’m nervous Clary,” he confessed. Now it was my turn to giggle, “Why would you be nervous silly?” I ran my fingers through his hair and gazed in wonder at the morning sky reflected in his eyes which were just a bit watery now and he flashed his classic smirk. “Well, this isn’t how I had planned on this going at all!” He exclaimed as he ran his hands up and down my sides slowly, “I’m not complaining though… it’s just a little less traditional than I had wanted.” I raised one eyebrow, “Since when have you ever wanted to do anything traditionally?” He smiled up at me knowingly and held both of my hands in his, “Well typically I would ask your father first, but that one seemed out of the question so I asked Jocelyn and Luke. And, well, normally instead of you straddling me I would get down on one knee in front of you. But! Here we are, and I did get one thing right.” He dropped my left hand to dig in his pocket and pulled out a dazzling emerald ring set amongst tiny diamonds and my vision went blurry. “You’re a size six and a half right?” he questioned feigning confidence, but I heard his voice waver. “Isn’t there something else you should ask me?” I struggled to say attempting to match his wit but instead meeting his emotional vulnerability. “Clarissa… Clarissa Fairchild,” he spoke softly now, his eyes locked with mine, “you know beyond a shadow of a doubt how absolutely madly in love with you I am, and somehow you feel the same way,” he was really crying at this point, “to me you are the most important thing in this world and I will never turn my back on you unless you ask me to, so would you do me the pleasure of marrying me?” No words left my mouth so I met him with a small yet unspeakably meaningful kiss instead. When the kiss subsided I nodded gently our faces centimeters apart. “I can’t wait to marry you.”
“Clary!” Isabelle snaps, pulling me out of my daydreams. “I swear to god if you keep on doing this it’s neon Gerber daisies the whole night!” Izzy gripes at me “and I’m allergic!” Simon pipes in eliciting a blushing eye roll from Isabelle. “Sorry” I blush as Jace looks at me quizzically. Before he has a chance to question me Isabelle’s necklace starts to glow red causing the hair on my neck to stand up. “Oh no” Simon whispers. Izzy begins to get up “Well?! Let’s go!” she insists. “Not so fast!” Jace interjects, “Isabelle if you think you are going on a mission anytime in the next year you’re even crazier than I thought you were.” He turns to Simon now “Simon you take her home. Clary and I will take care of this.” Izzy looks like she is going to protest for a split second but instead thinks better of it. As Simon reaches for her wrist to take her away from the danger she puts on hand up to unclasp her necklace and hands it to me. “Clary, I have a feeling you’ll be needing this more than I for the foreseeable future.” I grasp it firmly, “Thank you, Isabelle.” Jace grabs my shoulder and I turn to face him “Let’s go” he suggests “Let’s” I answer.
We run out into the alleyway together where we see a teen girl’s limp body lying against a building about 50 yards away. We run in the direction of the body when we catch sight of the culprit, a possessed young man with light hair, running East. Jace and I communicate nearly telepathically as he runs over a block to try and cut the demonic boy off as I tail him. I had nearly caught up when Jace burst out of an alleyway tackling the boy to the ground and holding his arms behind his back, presenting his chest to me. But it can’t be. I can’t be seeing what I’m seeing. Then again if I’m not seeing what I’m seeing the boy would have been dead. The boy in front of me was the spitting image of Jonathan. But the Jonathan this boy is bringing to my eyes now is not the one who tried to kill all of my loved ones, held me hostage, and had a strange obsession with me. The boy in front of me transforms instantly into the Jonathan who died in my arms, finally freed of his impurities, the only real brother I ever had. “Clary! What are you doing! Kill him he’s strong.” Jace’s yelling interrupts my thoughts, but the boy still seems so innocent. I have an irresistible urge to save him, to set him free. I kneel in front of the boy, the demon admittedly, and I do the unthinkable. I kiss him. Not on his mouth but on his forehead, his cheek, his nose. I’m not in my right mind as I whisper, “please, please come back. Make it alright again.” Jace recoils in disgust and the demon, a lesser one, is set free leaving a gash in my arm as he leaves the boys body and flies off into the night and the boy, now dead, collapses onto the sidewalk. I’m shaking and the world doesn’t feel quite real yet. I feel nothing and everything all at the same time and when I finally look up to my fiance for reassurance Jace is fuming. Oh. Oh my god, what have I done? Why did I do that? I put him at risk, I put myself at risk. I kissed the face of a demon. What am I doing? “Jace -I” I realize my face is wet with tears. “You’re hurt,” he states. He walks over to me and inspects my wound, taking off his jacket to place over my torn one. “I’m taking you back to the institute” but his voice carries no emotion.
In the car his knuckles are white on the steering wheel and though we are three-fourths of the way to the institute he hasn’t said a word to me. “Jace I- I’m so sorry,” I choke out “I don’t know what came over me I really d-” “Stop,” he interrupts. “But I-” I try again. “I can’t do this right now!” he runs a red light and continues driving determinately in the direction of his institute.
As we arrive he asks no one in particular for a medic to accompany me to the infirmary. And then he just… leaves. He walks to the stairwell and I catch my last glimpse of him for the next few hours as the door swings shut. Sitting in the infirmary without him there stings. It stings more than the antiseptic and the stitches the two medics at my bedside work at. Although I’m sure that my actions outside of the diner hurt worse, and shocked him more. As much as I tell myself that it doesn’t lessen my pain, it focuses it. Jace is the love of my life and I can’t believe I hurt him in such a stupid and irrational fashion. It’s been three years since Johnathan died. Since we killed the only part of him strong enough to sustain life. With Jace being promoted to head of the institute a meer six months later after Alec moved to Idris to serve on the council and restart with Magnus life had gotten so inexplicably busy. That’s when I had stopped going to therapy. I truly believed I was over this, but I suppose I proved myself wrong tonight. I would talk to the psychiatrist at the institute in the morning about getting back on the schedule before I have a psychotic break at the altar. Wedding. Oh… wedding, my fiance. betrayal… ouch.
Then Isabelle and Simon walk through the door and Isabelle informs the medics that Jace would like to know if my wounds have any severity to them. Yikes, he won’t even come in here himself to ask about me. God, I hate myself right now. She sends me a sympathetic and intense look as they reassure her I will be fine after a few hours of rest with my treatment and turns assumedly to report back to Jace. Simon, however, leaves her side and walks over to sit on the cot across from me. Tears start to spill out of the corners of my eyes and Simons eyes are almost painfully fill with sympathy as he sees my own. “I don’t know very much,” he says “do you need to talk? Or would you rather be distracted by the story of Passover with my nana meeting my pregnant nineteen-year-old wife?” This is the first thing all night that has lifted my spirits at all. I even giggle a little causing the medics to chastise Simon. “You have to tell me that one soon, but, Simon, I really screwed up.” My voice cracks as the tears start to spill down my cheeks. “My ears are yours Fray,” Simon reassures. So I tell him. I tell him everything that funneled into what happened tonight. And he is maybe the best best-friend/ ex-boyfriend anyone could ask for because he listens, attentively, and actively to all of my hot mess. “Well Clary, It isn’t the most ideal situation you could have gotten yourself into.” I nod as he responds to my ramblings. “But, after the past five years we’ve had, it’s certainly not the worst. If I were Jace I would be hurt. You’re an easy person to get jealous over. But you and Jace have overcome so many odds and you know each other so well. You need to talk this out but I’m sure you’ll be on the other end of this in no time.” The medics ask Simon to leave and explaining to my uninterested ears that I need to sleep for a couple of hours for the salve to take effect. “I need to speak to Jace I don’t have time to sleep right now,” I argue. “The gaping wound on your arm says otherwise Ms. Fairchild, don’t you have a sleeveless wedding gown to put on in a few months?” one medic claps back. At this moment I realize just how exhausted I am from all of this. “Thank you, Simon, I love you,” I state before he closes the door behind him. I lay my head down on the pillow and fall into an uneasy sleep within minutes.
Nearly three hours later I wake up with a single-mindedness to confront Jace and be back in his arms. I don’t wait for the medics to talk to me. I just get up and head to the training room, where I know he’ll be if he needs to burn off steam. I was right, he was there, but when I show up to the training room a young shadowhunter informs me that I’ve just missed him. I run up the stairs to our shared suite, which is probably ill-advised as it makes my arm throb, but I’m far too impatient for the elevator right now. I open and close the door quietly to discover that he’s in the shower. Nothing has ever stopped me from interrupting him there before. However, this is different, I haven’t messed up this badly before. I haven’t hurt him like this before. So instead I pull a barstool out from our counter and wait. Somehow this waiting is worse than the overthinking earlier while I got stitches. I think it has something to do with the fact that he’s right there, in the next room. Additionally, I know he’s thinking about me. I sit there for a few minutes and let more tears fall as they may. But now he’s turned the water off and I know I only have a matter of seconds to regain my composure. I wipe my last tear away and tuck a stray strand of hair back as he opens the door. Steam rolls from the opening and he walks out with a towel tied dangerously low on his waist. It’s nothing I haven’t seen a thousand times before, but it’s still just as mouthwatering, again, this is not the time. He, of course, is unsurprised by my presence with his catlike reflexes. However, he is looking at me with a pain in his eyes I haven’t seen in years. I have never felt this responsible for his pain, and feeling it is horrible.
Finally, the silence is broken. “Hi,” he says after a few beats. Good. It’s good that he wants to talk. That’s step one. I can’t force this on him. “Hello Jace” I respond and I sound like a child confessing to their parents that they did eat the last cookie and the dog didn’t knock over Grandma’s vase. I want normal us so badly right now. “So… “ Jace says. “Yeah” is all I can say. How do I do this? “I’m going to get dressed,” he states. He walks over to his drawer to pull on sweats and a v neck as I stare at the counter. “I know what I did was wrong.” I begin. “I would take it back if I could, I would do almost anything in the world to take it back… but I can’t.” I look up to gauge his reaction, I can’t read him right now but I decide to continue. “I can say that I’m really, really sorry. I’ll never do anything like that again, I promise.” He’s looking me in the eye now which makes this nearly unbearable. I stand up from my barstool but remain across the room. “I know I hurt you,” my voice cracks. Goddammit, I’m crying now “And I know you don’t owe me forgiveness or anything, but I want you to know how very very sorry I am. Because I love you so much, Jace. If I had to set one goal for the rest of my life I would just want to never hurt you again.” After about a minute he breaks his silence. “You shouldn’t want that,” I look up at him confused “What on earth do you mean?” “I don’t want you to not hurt me, screw being hurt, I want you to love me! That’s what’s important here and it bothers me that you don’t see that. That you not only wanted to kiss another guy but then you did yeah that hurts Clary. That lack of love really f*cking hurts.” My jaw drops. How can he question my loyalty? I know I messed up but I can’t believe he said that. That that’s what he’s thought about how I feel for him for the last several hours. A fresh set of hot tears invade my already salty cheeks. “Jace, I’m sorry, I know I messed up but I can’t believe after all we’ve been through that you would ever think even for a second that I ever loved you even slightly less than all that is god damned humanly possible and then some! I mean we chased this demon after a meeting where we were planning our wedding where I couldn’t focus on what Izzy was saying about flowers because you had your hand on my thigh or I was thinking about how much I love you.” He scoffs which sends a salt spray into my metaphorical wound. “I’m sorry,” he says sardonically, “I didn’t realize you wanted to kiss a demon because you’re just so in love with me!” Now it finally clicks. I can’t believe I missed this the whole time! He even said it earlier. “Wait! You think that I wanted to kiss him because I was attracted???? To a demon???” Jace is unwavering, “what other explanation is there?!” I sit back down for this one. “I’m sorry I didn’t explain it earlier,” you sigh, “I didn’t even necessarily want to kiss him. I wanted to save him. I guess that was just how it manifested.” Jace blinks, “Clary you’ve been hunting for five years you know that we can’t save possessed humans. You should be used to this by now? I was sure you were.” I shake my head, “No, not because he was human. Because he… he reminded me so much of Jonathan.” Jace’s whole body stiffens and he stands up from the bed as if he’s trying to securely bodyguard me from across the room.
He gets it! Thank god I just didn’t know how to explain it. Thank god he understands.”I just wanted to save my brother, it was like I was back in that same moment three years ago. I- I’m going to go back to therapy,” I try to elaborate. Everything about Jace softens and he approaches me quickly but cautiously, gauging my reaction to his proximity. He takes me in his warm, strong arms, and everything in the world is fixed. I let out a few residual tears from the stress of tonight’s conversation. But I feel… whole again. He is rubbing my back and calming me and he smells like soap and I love this man. I could stay here forever. But he steps back and holds me away and studies me. “Clary, I owe you an apology.” he starts but instead of letting him continue I close the distance between us and kiss him. He pushes me away and tries again but I hold a finger up to his lips. “You don’t owe me anything! Ever. I’m still sorry for what I did. I put you in danger! And I should have explained.” “But!” he starts to say against my finger. “No! Jace. Thank you. Thank you for listening to me and understanding and still wanting to talk even when you were angry and for being… here” my voice cracks. “I’m so in love with you… and the same way we got through tonight is how we’re going to get through the rest of our lives.” His eyes light up as I say this and my heart does victory hurdles at the glorious sight. He kisses my hand, and up my arm, and my neck - which I giggle at -, finally across my jaw up to the corner of my mouth. “I am so completely addicted to you, Clary Fairchild-Wayland,” he says just before kissing my mouth. “Not quite yet mister!” I object and he smiles back at me. “Fine… Fairchild… for now,” he halfway concedes “but can we please never do that fighting thing again? I hated every second of not being able to think about how madly in love with you I am.” “Deal!” I grin back at him. Jace kisses me and I almost forget to come back up for air, he is so intoxicating. “Come to bed with me,” Jace whispers against my ear. And I am all too happy to oblige.
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The Master of the Heavenly Yard singable lyrics
Song
[1. Epilogue]
In our time, we have done naught but
Make all the same, pitiful mistakes
During these thousand years of evil
“Oh, if only”, that old wish
Cannot hope to ever be granted now;
Punishment has now been released
You sev’ral hundred million human souls
You several hundred million villains
Can the blame for this unhappy end be laid on any single person?
Those who think it to be so are the real “sons of bitches” in the end
Looking back on our long story
I wonder if we’ve left something behind?
In this journey of a thousand years
But in the end, I know that
The answer will never appear to us
So instead I will go to see you
[2. The Hunt for the Deadly Sins]
In the center of a dead world ruined by sin
Evils Theater floats high above the wasteland
The souls of men, women, and the young gather
To worship the black box that has now appeared there
The one who leads them is the man once called “Gardener”
Who dictates to them the mission they must embark on
If they wished to resurrect their dead world
There was a great and noble task they must do
“Hunt down those once possessed by demons and see that they’re completely destroyed
Eliminate the cause of this, the contractors of humankind’s most deadly of sins!”
His spirit followers begin to move out
“The hunt for the Deadly Sins” cannot hope to be stopped now
[3. The Princess Sets Out]
Lying before the princess are
Her ministers within a sleep like death
It is the result of the Sleep Princess’ “Gift”
The one who had once protected
Her has now gone out of her reach
As the gardener’s troops come to take her away
A nun with hair as white as the snow appeared astride the girl’s old horse
Bearing the girl away from the troops
They begin a new journey
But I’ve tired of
Only waiting for someone to rescue me
I’ve spent all my lives only being protected
This time though, if I go
And accomplish everything on my own
I’ll glow with pride
So now I’ll finally go to see you
[4. The Heroes]
“Just what in the world is this thing we call evil?”
The ones who let the seven sins into themselves
Their desire to destroy should have died with the world
But despite all
They still continue, unchanged
“Can we really never forgive the sins of the past?”
There’s still one person willing to raise her voice
With determination to stop the Gardener’s plot
The heroes and the commoners
Raise their phantom swords into the air
Justice, love, dreams, evil too
Forget it all and change it into a song
Punishment’s already been dealt and at last the end has come
But now is the time when we will
Fight to defend what we believe
And make sure humankind’s mistakes won’t repeat again
[5. BLACKBOX]
The forbidden black box floating in the sky
We will now see it open
It contains the power to purify all
Or to reset the whole world
People’s souls are after all no more than data
Able to be altered by gods if need be
The springs of the black box begin to go round and round
And everything melts away into oblivion
That vortex is something that no human person can defy
It’s a law programmed into it by it’s creators, the gods
At this point there is no one aside from one of the gods who
Has any hope of possibly stopping it’s destruction
There is still one person in this desolate world
Who has continued to live on
Taking aim at the box, what was fired from her gun
Was a single bullet made of gold
Who is the person that she’s thinking of
While she gazes at the plummeting black box
As black fireworks dance around in the sky?
It’s a signal that the old era of the gods has finally ended
At long last
And time begins to move forward again
[6. Not Eve]
This is the story of our world’s “ta eschata”
Where oh where shall I begin to tell it from?
My name just so happens to be…
My name just so happens to be…
My name just so happens to be…
My name just so happens to be…
I am…?
[7. The End of the Capriccio]
The three had at last arrived at the theater
To the princess, this last place was
Both where the mastermind of it all dwelt
And a place that she had once called home
Those like the gardener are puppets after all,
The true enemy she should defeat was
The one who dwelled inside of the doll:
The girl of the miniature garden
Ah, Gear, won’t you tell me why you still waste time
Protecting her even though we all know that
Her true identity is not that of the one
You’ve been seeking out for millennia?
If you people say you will get in
My way then I shall not be kind to you
For I am the prideful princess, I am
The Daughter of Evil, first and third of sin
Finally, the time of the end has now arrived
The tower bells let out their final mournful tolls
The Heartbeat Clocktower is the one to blame, sin long since carved into its hands
It matters not what type of person they are, be they commoner, royalty, or sinner
If they oppose me, then purge them all!
“Now, bow down before your princess!”
[8. Reunion]
In our time, we have done naught but
Make all the same, pitiful mistakes
During these thousand years of evil
At last, the two of us have finally been allowed to meet again
The girl who stands here’s name is…
The Ma
[9. The Evil Becoming Pure]
The girl whom the boy had long been attempting to seek out
That woman had taken over her body, mind, and soul
The witch, who had attempted to absorbed the seven demons
Seeking to be a pure being, had found some new targets
Just before she vanished, the Clockworker’s Doll had
Resurrected the witch’s will and allowed her to live on
While he was pulled into the black box the gard’ner cried out
A final ultimatum to the boy who remained behind
“If you truly wish to save the world, then kill that girl who the witch has absorbed!
Kill The Daughter of Evil and those the witch assimilated as well!”
With this the boy is urged to a final decision
Tell me boy, which will you choose, the world or your dear sister?
[10. The Boy’s Choice]
“Just what in the world is this thing we call evil?”
A question someone once asked
All people of this world are filled with selfishness and greed
I know that I am the same
I am only human
But I promise you, you and the world; I
Will obtain them both!
[11. Re_birthday Truth]
Thanks to my strong determination a miracle came about on a whim
I watched as a small bottle fell out of your hand and came to me
Unfurling the message that you had sent me
“Come now and save me this one final time!”
I can’t help but laugh a bit
It’s just so like you
I promise it’ll be alright, because I
Will always protect you no matter what
But listen now, can’t you hear? The world is no longer our enemy
Now, give me your hand and I’ll give you mine, let’s move forward together
For the sake of the new world and for the sake of you
Now come
Just look up at the sky above
The world is just
The moon reflected on a mirror
The time has now come
For those of you looking our way
From beyond there
To awaken from this dream at last
#redlady speaks#evillious chronicles#i have kind of fixed feelings on this#i'm really proud of certain parts while others were just... impossible#so fast...
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DSoE: MotHY; Chapter 3-The Princess Sets Out
Master of the Heavenly Yard chapter content summary under the cut.
-Scene 1
An unnamed narrator (I assume Eve) is talking about how she can't sleep. She's fine with that, as she hasn't slept in a very long time, but that's not the case with everyone else. They've only stopped being able to sleep recently, as they're dead. She thinks that's sad so she put everyone to sleep with her gift.
She loves Adam, and wants to go back to how things were living in the forest with their children (basically she wants a do-over). That's her wish. She is the Sleep Princess.
-Scene 2
Riliane doesn't know if it's a good thing or not that she could reincarnate. It's inconvenient--each time she reincarnated she forgot her past memories and had to start all over again. She won't reincarnate now though--she's dead and the world was destroyed. Thanks to that, she has all the memories of her past lives now.
She decided to throw a party as Riliane (a really big and fancy party, like her birthday party back in Cloture). Only this time, nobody hates her, because they're equals now.
Allen hasn't shown up yet, but she figured she only needed to wait for him. But then Chartette collapsed, and soon after her all the other guests fell into a deep sleep too.
-Scene 3
Riliane attempts to wake up Chartette, but she can't. Everyone in the Hall of Mirrors is the same way. She runs around the palace trying to see if there's someone who's awake, but there's no one (she even calls out for her mom and dad). Then she hears someone coming up behind her, and turns to see soldiers. She remarks that they're wearing the Tasan Elphegort uniform, and they're shocked that she knows about that, having lived 500 years ago.
A tall man wearing a non-Tasan uniform (a general) walks forward from the back and comments on this. She declares she knows him too--Tony Ausdin. He's shocked.
She knows him from her time as Postman, but he never saw her face.
He explains that despite his grievances with Tasan, he's helping them for his personal revenge. He clarifies the sleeping guests is both their doing and also not, explaining that it was the work of the killer of Toragay, who is amongst their ranks. Their real goal is to catch Riliane (they put them to sleep so that they wouldn't get in the way).
Riliane runs. The soldiers start firing at her--she won't die, but it still hurts. Tony urges her to give up, but then a white horse bursts through their ranks, a nun riding on top, her hair the same color as the horse's coat (Clarith).
Tony thinks it's Shiro.
She goes to Rin (what Clarith calls Riliane) and gets her on the horse, helping her escape from the soldiers. They fire on them, but miss as they're going too fast. The soldiers try to give chase but the floor freezes over and they all slip. Clarith and Riliane escape.
-Scene 4
They talk again when they've gotten away. The horse is (unsurprisingly) Josephine. Riliane thanks Clarith for her help.
Josephine keeps going after leaving the palace, taking them along the path to Michaela, who is not in the Millennium Tree Forest. Clarith explains the forest is now home to Evils Theater, and is too dangerous. Riliane remarks that she used to live in that theater.
Clarith has Josephine come to a stop, so they can take a breather. Clarith has a table and two chairs appear, and they both sit across from each other. They catch up a little bit, Clarith explaining Michaela is the one who sent her to save Riliane. Riliane says she'd worried a little when Clarith didn't show up at her party, but Clarith says she doesn't like crowds.
Riliane thinks back on the sleeping guests, wondering if they're okay.
[Here is a picture of Riliane and Clarith sitting across from each other]
Clarith explains why they're going to Michaela. They talk about the theater, and how it came back after the world was destroyed. Riliane says that has to do with "Ma", Gallerian's lover, the scriptwright, the sorceress, and the one who built the theater.
Clarith says that the vessels of deadly sin have also returned after the world's end, and brings out the mirror. Michaela has the rest. She left the forest partially so the soldiers wouldn't get their hands on them.
Riliane wonders if Ma or Gallerian are leading the soldiers. Clarith doesn't really know that (Michaela can't see inside the theater). Riliane speculates a little more on the matter, and Clarith remarks that Riliane's gotten sharper since they last knew each other.
They don't know exactly what the soldiers want, but Michaela was able to guess from the info they have that they're after demon contractors. Michaela used to be an old acquaintance of the demons. --Anyway, Michaela knew Riliane was probably in danger because she was a contractor.
Riliane then gets a little irritated (possibly jealous) at how much Clarith is talking about Michaela (and also that she doesn't entirely know what's going on). Clarith finds this amusing. Riliane wants to go back to the palace, and when pressed notes that the gift that put her guests to sleep has no effect on her.
She insists she must go back, as Kyle is back there, and he's a contractor too (which he told her himself at the party). Clarith goes to hug her, saying she won't let her go back. She doesn't want to lose someone important to her again. This goes on for a tiny bit until they're interrupted by a talking mouse (rat?) with wings.
The rat explains that she (confirmed girl later) is the demon of Pride, who had been in the mirror Clarith showed Riliane. She presses Riliane to contract and use her power, but Riliane refuses, bringing up what happened in Enbizaka when she was Rin Miroku, and the demon didn't help her at all. They argue a little about that, before the demon brings up Kyle, saying that she and him aren't really "compatible"--he's not the kind of contractor she works best for.
Rahab (the demon calls her her "oba-san", which means aunt or someone of that age range) apparently theorized that the people who are being hunted aren't just common contractors, but the ones that have the best "compatibility" (I think) with their respective demon. The mention of Rahab, the demon of Envy, leads into the mouse giving her name as Marie (Clarith and Riliane are surprised that she's a girl).
Marie concludes that Kyle's probably not in danger, and that it's best to go to Michaela so they can get the aid of the other demons of sin to stop the "Sleep Princess". Michaela is currently in the place where Marlon used to be. Currently there is (it's such a minor detail I'm not looking up the words but there's a land bridge of sorts leading there now due to the world ending so Josephine can run there).
Clarith and Riliane get on the horse, and then Marie jumps in Clarith's cleavage (in? on?). Riliane takes offense to that, but neither Clarith nor Marie think it's a big deal so she leaves it alone. They start heading west.
Clarith asks what Riliane intends to do. She suggests waiting, and Riliane doesn't seem positive she wants to do that. Clarith admits that Allen is on the ground world too, which doesn't seem to surprise Riliane. Clarith says he seems to be doing something, unlike the other spirits. She's sure he'll do something about Tasan and the theater, so it's best they stay put with Michaela where it's safe.
Riliane doesn't want to do that. She's sick of waiting, especially with how much Allen has done for her. It's her turn to save him, even if he doesn't want her to. Riliane makes her resolution, and Clarith says she won't stop her. They hurry onward.
#evillious chronicles#ec activity feed#()price speaks#relatively short chapter so decided to get through it today too
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how long has it been? pt.2
pairing: jon snow x reader
summary: after years of being separated, jon and y/n are finally in each other’s arms. All the pair really wants to do is embrace their true feelings, but that is if they get a second alone.
words: 1.6k
tags: @slut-for-fandoms
part 1
masterlist
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Y/N awake to her favourite sound ever, two swords clanking and tearing at each other as the opponents ruffed and heathed loudly. Smiling to herself, Y/n happily got dressed and slid out of her chambers and into the wintery court yard. Though she didn't stand next to the sparring pair, she did watch from afar at the top of the wooden ledge. Down at the ground, Jon swung left and right at the other man that had plunged towards him.
Y/N watched in amazement at Jon as he danced around. She had seen Jon fight before, she even fought against him. This was different, he was experienced, he fought like he has defeated many foes and made him harder and stronger as a swordsman. Y/N was thrown out of her thoughts as she heard a loud cry from the archery targets. Quickly she had sprinted over to the fields to spot a small girl sitting on the ground hugging her knee and bawling her eyes out. Next to her lay a beautifully designed bow that had been struck onto the ground.
"Lady Y/N, what a pleasure," a middle aged man spoke up, Y/N peered upwards to him to see a whole class of children standing behind the man with bows of their own. "What brings you here?"
"I heard crying so I came as quick as I could," Y/N answered as she helped the girl from the ground and handed her the bow.
"Well, Lauryn here, got upset that she couldn't get one single arrow on the hay," the man chuckled staring down at the weeping child.
"Oh please, she just needs some proper assistance," Y/N sighed as she brought her hand up to the little girl's back and steadied the girl up for the shot. "Now, Lauryn, relax and shot," Y/N words were soft as she placed her hands on the girl's small shoulders. After the words flew out of her mouth, Lauryn had it the target exactly in the middle. Lauryn had turned around has smiled at Y/N brightly before hugging her lightly. "Come to me the next time you need a lesson," Y/N smiled as she pet the girl's cheek and walked off.
To the side, Y/N spotted Jon smirking at her as she confidently stride past him. Jon slid past Y/N to stand at her side as she continued to walk back to her chambers to finish getting dressed.
"What are you smiling at Snow?" Y/N smirked back at him.
"I was just seeing how you aided that girl and thought that you did the same to my brother Bran many years ago," Jon smiled off into the wintery distance. Y/N glanced to spot the buff man next to her and at that moment her throat clenched up.
Jon's face was curled into a small smile and his dark eyes tore off the backdrops and danced over to her's and both of their cheeks heated in a chained blush.
"Look I need to tell you something, " Jon sighed as he flew his black curls out of his face.
"Of course," Y/N smiled, showing her pearly white to him.
"I just wanted to say that I-"Jon was about to open his mouth again when Sam had paced up to him and caught his attention by a tap.
"They need you at the great hall," Sam heaved slowly, Jon had swung back around to Y/N to give her a concerned look.
"It's okay, King of the North stuff, just come to my chamber after you're done," Y/N weakly smiled as she walked off and Jon paced with Sam to the Hall.
As Y/N walked off her heart clench in her loose dress. Though she had only been here a span of 3 months, Jon and herself have not had a single moment alone together. Something had bubbled to the surface in that time, she thought after the trauma of the past that her basic emotions would be driven deep inside of her, but when she rekindled with Jon, something old had travelled back up.
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Jon had never felt so full with his life until these past months, his sister and best friend were alive, he was free of his bastard name and as named King in the North; something he never imagined.
Although, ever since Y/N had waltzed back into Winterfell his feelings for her had bubbled back up into his throat. He thought he'd never see the long locks of h/c, that made his cheeks as red as blood. He sought out those precious e/c eyes since she had galloped away with his father.
If he thought he had a simple crush on Y/N, boy was he wrong. As soon as he looked into the long lost treasure of her sculpted face. Though she had grown into a woman from the last time he saw her. Her hair that had gone down to the globes of her bum had now been cut short near her chin and had a slight curl to the ends. Her face had grown as well, she no longer looked like a small girl but now a hardened woman. Not only that but the scar that gracefully travelled down her cheeks pushed Jon even closer to smashing his lips onto hers.
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He could tell it was late in the night. Jon doesn't know how long he was in the hall for, he had discussed many things that night, including his reign and the massive problem of the wights beyond the wall. There were so many things that Jon had to address and resolve, but the only thing that is running through his mind this late is adoring a certain woman.
Jon had thankfully not let the thought of Y/N slip his mind throughout the entire meeting, so as soon as he stepped foot onto the snowy ground and made his way through the already forming crowd to the chamber that emitted the sweet and heavenly scent of Y/N. Happily, Jon harshly knocked on Y/N large wooden door.
After a minute of the cold air blowing against Jon's face, the door slid open to reveal Y/N in a softly laced dress, her hair was brushed flat and stuck to her head. Jon could tell she had either just gotten out of bed or she was just about to. Either way, the appearance of her late at night made Jon's head spin.
"I thought you had forgotten," Y/N smiled weakly at him as she opened the doorway wider to let Jon in. Happily, he had pranced in, immediately feeling the warm feeling from the crackling fire she had set. Jon had placed his heavy skin robe on a small chair in the corner of the room. Y/N had come back now with her own set of robes adorning her body, leaving Jon wanting to tear them off just for a moment.
"How could I," Jon sighed back as he tried to avert his gaze from her feminine figure. Unfortunately for him, Y/N had slowly walked closer towards him, letting her fruity scent fill his nose.
"How's The King of the North going for you," Y/N chuckled softly as readjusted her soft clothing.
"It's stressful," Jon sigh as he rubbed his fingers across his temple and pulled slightly.
"You'll get the just of it, besides you have gone through so much, you deserve this," Y/N rushed as she laced her digits across his armoured shoulder, sending shivers down both of their spines.
"I just have so many problems happening," Jon whined as he placed himself on one of her wooden chairs. He peered up to Y/N where he saw she had her arms crossed under her chest as she peered out of the cloudy window.
"You'll work through it, you've got myself and Sansa," Y/N reassured him as she immediately placed her eyes straight on him. It took Jon a few seconds to peer back up towards her, but when he did her scar was one of the first things that made his heart skip 6 beats. Y/N had caught his gaze and simply responded.
"I was whipped," she spoke softly as she still traced her eyes on him. Jon didn't say a single word to her, instead, his face felt red with rage as he peered at the single cut. "They are dead, it was a dark time for me," she softly sobbed as she wiped a salty tear that had escaped her eyes.
Quickly Jon had leapt up and took her into a warm and safe hug, which she fell right into. Her arms and easily found their way into his shaggy locks and pulled softly.
"We should have never left Winterfell," Y/N spoke as she softly cried into his neck. She had pulled away from Jon and was now gazing deep into his eyes and slowly got lost. They both stood there unaware that they had started to waltz to no music but in absent was their breathing.
Y/N had moved her hands up to his jaw and leisurely stroked his short beard softly as she still had her attention trained on him. At that moment Jon thought there wouldn't be a perfect time, so he went for it, still not ruining the moment that been created.
He had snapped his head towards her and placed his lips onto her and stayed still. Y/N took his action by surprise but pulled his closer into her warm embrace and pushed back against his.
Both Jon and Y/N had gone through hell and back, but finally, both of them were in heaven, in each other's arms and gracefully becoming one.
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aYE, this is shit but it's finished: DD
#jon snow x reader#jon snow#jon snow imagines#part 2#fic#fan#game of thrones#got#season#7#s7#x reader#imagines#kit harrington#kit harrington x reader#kit harrington imagines#fandom
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Seven Crimes and Punishments- Living Together: Recouping and Punishments
Chapter 12
Recouping and Punishments
Later that afternoon, it was a quarter to 3:30 pm, the sinners has spent their whole afternoon in the hospital after the basement incident, becoming sore at one another for their own faults, they soon took a nap after listening to Clarith reading them a story written by Yukina Freezis, Margarita had been laying on her bed for a couple of hours, playing with the two teddy bears giving to her, both made with careful sewing and snipping. As Margarita was focused on them, her trail of thoughts we're stopped by another voice in the room.
"What's with these bears? Where did they come from?" A voice asked, Margarita looked over and saw Riliane is now awake, holding a bear and rubbing her eyes.
"Jun was here earlier, he gave us presents to get better." Margarita answered with a smile.
"Oh the emperor was here?" She said, yawning.
"Yeah."
"Mmmm, quite down, what's your problem?" Gallerian said with a grouchy tone in his voice as he turned himself over to the two girls, he notices the stuffed bear wearing his coat laying on his body. "Why is there a blue bear laying on me?" One by one each sinner begins to stir from their slumber, seeing and wondering about the bears given to them.
"Jun was here."
"Is that so?" Banica asked as he nibbled on her bear's ear. "I can smell the beautiful aroma of sweet and sour sauce." Just then they heard a knock from the door, a nurse walked in, she has pale skin and short black hair in a bob haircut with chopped bangs, she also seemed to be holding a bundle of bathrobes and slippers.
"Oh you seven are awake, that's good."
"Well hellooooo nurse." Sateriasis said with a devious smirk on his face.
"Duke!" Nemesis yelled as she threw her pillow at him.
"Calm down you guys, I've been assigned to take you seven to one of our sitting rooms so you can talk and enjoy yourselves properly, considering how boring it can be doing nothing in this room."
"That is true." Riliane said.
"For your information madam, I don't have the nerve to talk to my asshole father after what happened today."
"Go to hell, you fascist hussy." Gallerian responded to her with a sneer.
"Hey! Hey! I'll get in trouble if you don't do as I say, you have to move to the sitting room."
"Fine, but I don't want that asshole near me." The sinners then proceed to get out of bed, some of them were wobbly when they tried standing up, Margarita fixes her pigtails, and the nurse gave the sinners their own robes to wrap themselves with and house slippers. Once they got situated, the nurse motioned them to follow her into the hallway, they walked through the corridor colored white, light blue, and brown. Once they got into the lobby, they noticed another nurse but with Elphe traits, sitting on the couch and flirting with a seemingly older employee, viewing them seemed to have made Gallerian uncomfortable considering that he once had an affair with Nemesis's mother. Sateriasis on the other hand desires to stay behind and view them more, but Kayo began pulling on his ponytail and dragged him away from the shameless display.
"Should you alert the management about those two having unauthorized relations in public?" Kayo asked as she continued to pull on her ancestor's hair.
"I will once I get you seven settled in." The Nurse replied, she continued leading them to another room until the nurse opens the door to a room with a sliding door and Genkan, the nurse opened the sliding door to reveal a Jakoku-Themed living area, a large kotatsu with a blanket already in place, a few sitting mats, and by the window is a regular table with two regular chairs, and on the other side of the room is a box containing a sketchbook, a container of pencils, a few books, board games, and cards. "Here's your room Ladies and Gentlemen, enjoy your stay, I'll bring some snacks to hold you over till supper." The Nurse then leaves, closing the sliding door before leaving, the sinners were quite confused on what's going on.
"...Now what?" Riliane spoke out finally. "There's nothing to even do in here."
"Well there's this box of things." Margarita said as she pointed at the box.
"Oh a Kotatsu table!" Kayo said excitedly, she slid underneath. "I haven't seen these in years!"
"What's a Kotatsu?" Riliane asked.
"They're tables with heaters underneath, they're mainly used for cold weathers, and it's perfect for eating, you're socializing, doing your hobbies, or taking naps." Kayo was on fire with her heritage.
"Check out this view." Banica said with her face pressed on the window, the sinners went to where Banica is and out the window is a field of golden rice and white buildings inhabited by people from different eras, they must be in the Heavenly Yard, "This must be the place we're going to once we're rehabilitated, right?"
"Hopefully." Sateriasis replied.
"I doubt that it be possible though." Nemesis said with a apathetic tone in her voice, sitting under the kotatsu. "We stained ourselves with sin so badly, our loved ones would never want to see us again after what we've done to them and the world."
"Do you have to ruin the mood for everyone?" Gallerian asked with Irritation in his voice.
"I'm speaking the truth, you Bastard, I bet Michelle is hating you as of now."
"You leave her out of this!"
"HEY! HEY! HEY! BREAK IT UP YOU TWO!" Banica said as she repeatedly claps her hand. "There's still a chance so please don't make this as depressing as it is, we don't wanna repeat this incident like yesterday."
Oh yes, Gallerian remembered what she meant, spending the rest of the first evening depressed over Ma being an HER, a being with Malice coursing through their veins, "Whatever." was his only replay as he sat on the regular chair by the window, distancing himself away from Nemesis and Banica, Sateriasis was brushing his hair with his fingers in a anxious matter, possibly thinking about his loved one: Gumina Glassred.
"What's the matter, Duke?" Kayo asked upon noticing him doing that.
"It's nothing, don't worry about it, Kayo."
"Ok".
~In the other room~
There was a few small TVs that seems to show the sinners from different angles of the room they're staying in, those watching were three demons; Marie in her form akin to that of her contractor Riliane, Mammon who normally appears as a golden owl now took form of a young man with darker blue hair and wearing a gold colored 7th century EC suit, and Asmodeus who was a goat with six wings, bird legs, and a snake tail appears as a older gentlemen with a well trimmed gray beard and wearing a purple modern day suit.
The door opened, revealing to be the same nurse from earlier, she removed her black wig, allowing her long blond hair to slip out.
"You did quite well, Barisol." Asmodeus said, grinning in a perverted way. "I'm liking that Nurse's outfit."
"I'm not talking to you, pervert." Rahab snapped at him, "What the hell is with that Nurse and old man at the lobby? Trying to shoot a porno or something?" He can tell that there was jealousy in her voice, considering that she's the Demon of Envy herself.
"Oh no dear, just trying to get a reaction from these two here." He pointed at Lucifer and Mammon.
"HA! AS IF YOU MAKE ME LAUGH YOU STUPID PIMP!" Marie exclaimed proudly at the demon. "Right, Salem?" But the Demon of Greed didn't answer, he was biting his lower lip in hopes of not laughing, but it was futile once he began laughing, as he laughed his heart out, a fanfare went off and an unknown voice proclaimed:
"GREED! OUT!"
At that moment, Rahab took out her Jakokunese wooden sword and bend Mammon or Salem over, he let out a pained scream when she smacking his rear end with it. "YEOW!"
"Sorry, but you know the rules: "you laugh, you lose." no exceptions." She left with a evil smirk on her face.
~In the living area~
The sinners had settled down after arriving to the living area, Gallerian was sitting by the windows while the other six sinners are sitting under the Kotatsu, Sateriasis seemed to be drawing from a sketchbook found in the box earlier while laying on his stomach, Kayo was reading one of the books found in the box, it appears to be that of a Levin bible despite not being raised with one of the religion's branches, Riliane, Margarita, and Nemesis are playing a game of "Life", and Banica was napping with her head on the mat.
"Ohh, I'm getting married." Nemesis exclaimed, Riliane then pulled out a female piece and put it on Nemesis's car who's piece is a female herself. "Hey! Don't give me a female spouse!"
"Why? You homophobic?" Riliane asked with a devilish grin plastered on her face.
"Nooo! I'm just not interested in women that's all, and besides, what if I want kids and my player can't have se-...would you stop nose bleeding you pervert!?" Nemesis yelled at Sateriasis when he began wiping blood from his nose with a tissue, indicating that he overheard their banter, Kayo shook her head at his perverse nature.
"I was only playing around, woman, and you took it too seriously, why's that?"
"Welcome to the real world, Princess."
"I got twins." Margarita said, breaking the tension.
"I'm sorry what?" Riliane Asked.
"My player and her husband got twins!"
"Oh really? Boy? Girl? Or fraternal?"
"I'll go with Fraternal."
"Nom nom nom nom nom..." Riliane heard someone chewing on something, she looked down and saw Banica eating her bathrobe in her sleep.
"Hey! don't eat me!" Riliane slapped her head, waking up the cannibal.
"Huh? What?" She yawned.
"You we're about to eat her clothes." Kayo giggled.
~In the other room~
The banter the sinners had put on was too much for Marie to resist and began laughing, cuing the fanfare and the unknown voice, signifying her defeat.
"PRIDE! OUT!"
The door slammed open, revealing Rahab with her wooden sword. "NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!" Marie begged repeatedly as the female demon bend her over and smack her rear end. "YEOWCH!"
"I'll be in the kitchen making snacks for the sinners, If you need anything else please don't hesitate to laugh." She said, that last comment caused Asmodeus to lose it, cuing the fanfare and voice.
"LUST! OUT!"
"Cooooooming!" She said as she smiled, she bend the older demon over and smack his rear end, letting out a pained cry, "I'm so busy today." Rahab left the room to continue her business.
"Damn Leviathan, she did that on purpose." He groaned, using her's demon name.
~In the living area~
Sateriasis was using coloring pencils for his drawing, he seemed to be enthusiastic about his latest work that he's drooling over it, but he stopped when he felt like someone was watching him, he turned and saw Gallerian looking over his shoulder. "Do you mind, Judge?" He asked irritably as he covered the drawing he's doing. "It's rude to look over someone's shoulder like that."
"What are you drawing?" The miser asked.
"I'm not telling, it's a work in progress."
"Just leave him be, Marlon." Riliane said. "You'll make things worse."
"I was just curious." Gallerian snapped. "Can't I be curious?"
"When will the nurse come with the snacks? I'm hungryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy." Banica whined.
"She'll bring them soon, the hospital's a busy place." Margarita said.
"okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay."
"If you keep thinking about food then-HEY!" Sateriasis, who was too distracted to keep his drawing safe, felt Gallerian yanking out the sketchbook from under his arms, "GIVE IT BACK YOU SPINELESS OAF!"
"Let me see it first." Gallerian replied as he pushed him back with his foot until the duke gave up and covered his face as if he was embarrassed, he looked at the drawing that Sateriasis drew, it was then upon viewing it that he discovered that it was a very lewd drawing of a unknown woman, possibly one of the members of the duke's harem, wearing a provocative piece of lingerie, the other sinners wondered what his reaction would be let alone what drawing the duke drew. Gallerian's face turned as red as a tomato, he gently gave the sketchbook back to Sateriasis...stood back from him...and before anyone knew it, blood started to shoot out of the Judge's nose, causing him to fall on his back while the blood continued squirting.
The sinners began to laugh at what happened to him, except for Nemesis who faced palmed asking: "Dammit, now my Father's a pervert?"
"I told you not to look Judge, but you never listen." Sateriasis said, failing to keep a straight face.
"What did you drew that made him do that?" Kayo asked Sateriasis, he took his drawing away.
"Not you to."
~In the other room~
All three of the demons of sin were laughing their heads off at what has happened to the avaricious court director, thus enabling the fanfare and unknown voice to sound off, quoting it's dreadful phrase:
"EVERYONE! OUT!"
"Oh no..." Was Salem's only response, that's when Rahab and two other nurses showed up and proceed to bend them over and smack their rear ends with their wooden swords. "YEOOOWCH!" Screamed Salem.
"YEOOOW!" Cried Marie.
"AAAACK!" Yelped Asmodeus, Rahab and her posse left soon afterwards.
~In the living area~
Riliane was cleaning the blood off of Gallerian's face while Margarita was giving him CPR by pressing onto his chest, meanwhile Kayo was cleaning off the excess blood on the floor, it wasn't serious so it was easy to clean.
"Can one of you perform mouth-to-mouth for me? I'm too young for him." Margarita asked the sinners.
"Oh please you're doing it wrong." Riliane said, "You got to do this." She slammed her fist onto his chest, instantly waking up the Judge as he let out a huge gasp before he began coughing. "If you're alright, then say something."
Gallerian was silent, with the only exception of him panting, his first reply was: "...Sateriasis...you never cease...to disappoint me."
"It's not my fault that you were nosy." The Duke puffed. "Among other things." He pointed at the Judge's nose.
"Shut up." He crawled towards the Kotatsu and went under the covers next to Banica.
"Awww poor baby, Did Galley get a boo boo in his nostrils?" Banica said with a childish tone in her voice as she brushed the back of his head, his hair was very soft completed with a shade of royal blue, surely a true symbol of his bloodline's royal birthright.
"I don't need your sympathy, woman," He muffled into the mat. "Let me rest."
"Oh please I was trying to be nice to you without having the slightest thought of eating your hair and you still act like a grouchy old man, at least be grateful for that, Judge." Just then someone opened the sliding door, it was Rahab wearing her black wig, holding a tray carrying a wooden box of twenty one hand-sized Onigiris, three pieces for each sinner, small plates, ceramic cups, and tea.
"Snack time everyone." She called out, she was panting quite rapidly.
"Are you alright nurse? You seemed overworked." Nemesis asked, unaware of the punishment game she's participating in.
"Oh you know, working in the hospital is tedious." She brushed it off. "But taking care of patients is rewarding and that's all that matters." She then put her hand on her ear as if she was hearing something. "Excuse me, I need to go right now." She got up as quick as a flash and ran out of the room with a wooden sword in hand.
"What's with her? and what's with the wooden sword?" Sateriasis asked.
"Who cares, we got snacks! Plenty for everyone!" Banica got three Onigiris for herself, Riliane leaned forward to see the snack and asked:
"What are these things? some kind of donut?" That question caused Nemesis to give her the stink eye, slapping the back of her head for it. "OW!"
"Nemesis! Please!" Kayo exclaimed as she pour her tea. "They're not donuts, Riliane, they're rice balls, they're filled with different kinds of fillings, mostly tuna, salmon, or plum."
"Right, Nemesis shouldn't have to hit me though."
~In the other room~
The three demons of sin are laying on the ground, already having their rear ends smacked by Rahab because they laughed when they're not supposed to.
"Please...Leviathan...no more." Salem whined while rubbing his rear, feeling tears pouring out of his eyes.
"Sorry but you remember the rules, "You laugh, you lose." You have to go 24 hours without laughing, the player with the most smacks to the rear will be in last place."
"I don't care about it anymore, woman! I wanna go hoooooome!"
~In the living area~
The sinners each took their own onigiris and they took a bite of the snack the demon of envy gave them, then all of the sudden, they began screaming as they blew fire from their mouths, creating a giant fireball shaped like the onigiri.
"WOOOOOWEEE THEY'RE SPICYYYY!" Margarita exclaimed as smoke came through her nose.
"ACK! THEY'RE SPICY TUNAS!" Kayo coughed up before jugging down her cup of tea.
"T-TOO HOT!" Sateriasis choked before taking a drink himself, just then Sateriasis felt something hit his knee, he looked under the kotatsu and found that there was another box of onigiris. "Eh!?"
"What is it?" Riliane asked while fanning her mouth.
"Another box." He put them on the table. "From under the kotatsu." Banica took one of the Onigiris and took a bite of it.
"Hey! These aren't spicy! it's smoked salmon." Banica exclaimed in delight before continues eating, Kayo was curious about what's under the kotatsu so she lifted the covers and found that there was a trapdoor underneath the kotatsu, not only that but also the head of a black haired hybrid: Jun.
"Jun-Kun!?" Kayo exclaimed, that gained everyone's attention.
"Hiya guys." He greeted with a smile as he crawled out of the trapdoor under the kotatsu. "I thought I bring you the proper type of rice balls for you."
~In the other room~
The demons of sin tried their hardest to hold in their laughter upon seeing the Onigiri ordeal, Rahab smirked sadistically and leaned In close to Marie's ear to say:
"Go ahead, laugh, I won't hurt you, I don't mind if you laugh, just go "ha ha ha", go right ahead and laugh." Marie was practically suffering, she was just about to lose it until:
"RAHAB BARISOL!" A voice called behind her, she turned to find Allen Avadonia and Clarith by the door, glaring at her. "Just what do you think your doing?"
"Oh hello, Irregular, daughter of white, we were just playing a little punishment game."
"Don't you think that's a little extreme?" Clarith asked. "You're basically taking away their ability to laugh with these senseless spankings."
"Aaaaaaaaaand...what's your point, lady?"
"...help...us..." Salem said weakly.
You three are free to go." Allen said.
"Thank you!" Asmodeus thanked the boy as he ran off.
"I'm maybe a demon but bless you, irregular!" Marie said as she followed next.
"Thank you! You saved our asses...literally!" Salem turned into his owl form and flew away.
"Oh poo, and I was just having fun to." Rahab pouted as she threw her wooden sword down.
"Normally I would have to report this act to Sickle but that's not what I'm here for, I'm here to ask where the sinners are, they're not in the room when I came back to get them, they've been discharged early." Allen asked.
"They are?"
"Yes." The Netsuma answered. "It turns out that their release schedule were switched by a renegade patient suffering auditory hallucinations in hopes of getting out of the hospital early...*sighs* I can't tell you how much trouble he had caused just to get out without a diagnosis on his condition, especially since the sinners we're in such a terrible mood."
"Oh yes, even without being contracted to a demon, humans can still stir up trouble just to get what they want." Rahab smiled. "As for the sinners, you don't need to worry for them, they've been put into a nice sitting room here in the hospital and they seemed to have gotten better physically and emotionally. See?" She pointed at that screen, that's when she spotted Jun. "Strange, we never asked for visitors, that boy does seem familiar though."
"It's emperor Jun." Allen said. "Where's the room?"
"First floor, lobby, down the hall from the front desk's right, and if you see a door that says "room 048", you're there."
~In the living area~
The sinners were chatting with Jun, telling him of the things that had occurred today, they also asked about the teddy bears from earlier.
"Oh yes, these bears I gave you are gifts made from my magic." Jun answered. "To calm your minds and put your aggression at ease, that's why your in such better spirits now."
"Magic teddy bears, huh? That's odd but thank you." Nemesis said.
"You're welcome, guys, anyways, I'm afraid I won't be seeing you guys for a while, there's political business between Yingmu and a kingdom of another dimension."
"You mean another country?" Riliane asked.
"No, I never do trade or political business with countries outside of Yingmu, most of their leaders are frugal and corrupt, they'll be after Yingmu with firearms for my kingdom's wealth, women, and food if they get the chance to, that's why I do those things with rulers of other dimensions."
"That sounds like a good reason, considering what I've done to Lucifenia since my late mother I doubt you be doing trade with Evillious."
"True, but I can still visit, just not at this moment." He was about to walk out.
"Wait Jun!" Margarita called out. "You were gonna say something about the ring."
"Oh right, thanks for reminding me, Marchioness, Allen should be here to hear this though." The sliding door opened up, revealing Allen and Clarith. "Well speak of the devil, you've arrived."
"You we're talking about me just now, is there anything you want?" Allen asked.
"Yes actually."
"Make it quick though, you all been discharged early, we can return to the box as soon as your dressed." The sinners cheered when they heard the good news.
"Alright folks, before we part ways and before something else happens, I got news for Margarita." He knelt on his right knee, held onto Margarita's hands. "Margarita Blankenheim, born as daughter of Marx Felix, and Marchioness of Toragay, the ring I gave was a gift from my father to my mother as a symbol of togetherness, mother passed away leaving the ring behind so the burden was placed onto me in hopes of carrying the tradition."
"You mean?" Margarita asked with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, Clarith, Allen, and the sinners leaned in on the environment around them, they're getting a good idea of what the ring is but they still have doubts, the tension was killing them.
"Yes, it's was my mother's engagement ring...and now it's yours, bride-to-be."
"EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!?" Everyone except Jun and Margarita were left dumbfounded by the news the hybrid made, they we're flopped to the ground because of it.
"THAT RING!? AN ENGAGEMENT RING!?" Riliane asked, surprised by the discovery.
"BUT THEY'VE ONLY JUST MET!" Gallerian exclaimed his jaw left agape.
"YOU FOOLS! EVER HEARD OF LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT!?" Sateriasis exclaimed while shaking his head rapidly.
"OH MY GOD I'M SO JEALOUS!" Banica exclaimed as she did the same head movement as Sateriasis.
"Ack! Are you crazy Jun?! You can't marry her! She's currently in purgatory! A place for sinners to repent for their sins to go to Heaven!" Allen was acting as if he's about to have an anxiety attack.
"Hmpf, are you saying that because I'm a hybrid?" Jun asked sarcastically.
"N-NO! I DON'T DISCRIMINATE! It's just...AGH!" Allen got on his knees and started pounding on the ground like a child throwing a tantrum. "I CAN'T THINK STRAIGHT!"
"Allen! Calm down!" Clarith said holding onto his shoulders. "I think it's a wonderful thing your highness, what do you think Margarita?" Margarita was so surprised about the proposal that her face turned completely red, she was too stunned to speak.
"I...I...I...I..I-I-I-I." Margarita was stuttering, she fell onto her back, still stuttering. "I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I."
"I'LL SAVE YOU, MARGY!" Riliane yelled as she slammed her fist onto Margarita's chest, Margarita stopped stuttering and began giggling and rolling around the ground, wrapping her body in her pigtails while covering her face with her hands.
"I'll take that as a yes." Clarith confirmed it.
"YES!" Jun cheered.
"That is good, I'm not sure what Sickle would say though." Allen said, finally calming down. "But for now we must return to the box at once." The sinners began preparing to leave the room with Banica taking the kotatsu with her, she seems to like it. Clarith helped Margarita get up and undo the pigtails wrapped around her body.
"G-good luck on your mission Jun." Margarita stuttered, her face still red.
"Thanks, dear." Jun smiled, and waved Clarith, Allen, and the sinners goodbye as they leave for their box.
END CHAPTER
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