"Where My Demons
Hide"
Written By: Diana
Lua
Disclaimer: I don't own
Gundam Wing and I don't make any money with this. It's just a work
for fans and for fun.
Pairings: 1x2x1, 13x5; Background
pairing: 4x3x4, Solox2, 6+2, 9+6, H+2, R+1, S+5 and maybe more…
Warnings: AU, Yaoi, SLASH,
NC-17, alternating POVs; - Mainly a romance, drama with lots of angst
and some action;
- Time: some fictional medieval
age, nearly the 10th century (without technology nor gundams);
- Place: Earth with fictional context (not really caring about the
real History);
- Supernatural contents (demons, angels and dragons).
- Some magic like seals, curses and spells (the 'Crimson Spell' kind,
nothing like 'Harry Potter' things);
Rating: NC 17
Summary: Being captivated
by a strong and devastatingly beautiful demon, that was captured very
wounded, was just the start of the changes in Lord Heero Yuy's life.
The implications of relating with the creature were as dangerous and
revealing about things in the world that he had never before dreamed.
"Where
My Demons Hide"
04. Trust
"No
matter what we breed
We
still are made of greed"
"Shit!"
There was no other thing to say when the green eyes of Trowa found
his lord walking slowly, holding a hand on the wall to catch his balance.
He was wearing the same clothes from the day before, just dirtier;
the marks on his neck were darker and he had blood, red blood, staining
the right sleeve of his shirt. Trowa rushed toward him, helping him
to walk and climb the stairs to his room.
The
tall one was a much more observant man than a talker; he asked for
warm water and some food from the servants before stopping to look
at his lord and friend.
"Thanks,"
Heero simply said, seated tired on his bed.
"Good
that it was me and not Chang that found you in these conditions."
The
lord rubbed his eyes thinking of the argument before. "Well,
I don't think I will be able to get him off my case about it anyway."
Trowa
agreed, remembering how he saw the chinese coming out the demon's
room last night, cursing and wanting to beat down everything on the
way. But, for now, that wasn't the most important thing.
He
didn't need to ask. He knew exactly what Heero was feeling about the
creature. He saw the beauty and the loneliness in the demon's eyes
and he saw the way Heero's eyes shined in the darkness of the dungeon,
the thickness of his voice asking for a tranquilizer, the care he
had with it when he could get near to treat its wounds. Besides, they
grew up together and knew each other very well.
"Heero..."
"I'm
ok," he snapped back. "Just need to clean myself and rest
for a few hours..."
Trowa
bit his tongue. It wasn't his business and he normally wouldn't intrude
in it. But that wasn't a normal situation and they've been friends
for too long, so he spoke cautiously but plainly. "Just be careful.
We don't know nothing about it or what it could do..."
Heero
snorted irritated. "He won't do anything."
Trowa
stepped forward and caught his arm, shoving the stained dirty sleeve.
He saw the bite mark understanding exactly what it meant. "I
assume that it's not dying anymore, but this was very... reckless."
Heero
pulled his arm back. His hand covering the wounded wrist, unconsciously
rubbing it. "I know. I... know, but nothing bad happened."
"Are
you sure it is trustworthy?"
The
lord couldn't find words or strength to look for a whole explanation,
besides even he himself didn't fully understand those... feelings.
"He told me his name, and said he won't harm me."
"And
you are... taking a demon's word?"
And
there was Trowa to remind him again about his own faults. He was just
too tired to argue or even think.
Some
servant knocking broke the conversation and Trowa preferred letting
it rest, at least for now. He opened the door letting the servants
come in, food and rest were the main priorities.
"Trowa...
send someone to clean his bathroom. It would be nice if you could
go with... It's... a big mess and I don't want to scare the servants..."
Heero said sheepishly.
"All
right," he said leaving, no less concerned.
When
he climbed down the stairs, he wondered if it would be better to first
see the 'big mess' before bringing anyone in there. He was very conscious
about how fast and far the rumors were spreading. There was probably
at least something on everyone's tongue; it wasn't exactly a secret
that they brought a demon into the castle.
And
he was right.
Trowa
cursed once he opened the door, seeing all that black blood on the
floor, dirty rags spread all over, some black feathers, scratches
on the bathwood, rocks cracked on the wall. It looked like there had
been a battle against a whole group of demons in there, except for
the lack of bodies.
He
walked to the other door. It was opened already and right away his
eyes met the demon's. The creature was sitting on the floor leaning
against the bed. His face was cold, eyes locked on him.
Duo
had heard the steps long before even though it was a very silent way
to walk. He was alert, but didn't move. Partly because it would be
painful, partly because he didn't feel any bad intention. When Trowa
appeared in his sight he recognized the man from the dungeon; he had
been beside the lord there.
They
watched each other in deep silence, each one trying to read different
things.
For
Trowa, the demon didn't appear much better than when he was in the
dungeon, but he didn't see him 'dying' like Heero had said.
For
Duo, behind the strong and muscular frame he felt curiosity and concern.
But with a cautious look he could feel something more, something that
wasn't exactly feelings. Could be some seal, or some spell, but something
surrounded him, very subtle, that probably would pass unnoticed. He
never had seen something like it before.
"What
do you want here?"
"I
want?" The purple eyes strengthened dangerously. "You are
the ones that dragged me here..."
"But
you didn't leave..."
"I
would have, if it was possible." His eyes flew to the narrow
windows for a second. "And I will very soon..." he
said like he meant it. For some strange reason Trowa was very inclined
to accept his word. He was feeling somewhat trusting on it. Wondered
if Heero felt the same way, that could explain a lot of his behavior.
Duo
was still intrigued about that... aura. "You are human."
It was a statement, not a question, and Trowa looked puzzled, not
understanding what could possibly make the demon doubt this.
"What?"
Duo
wondered if he knew about that... thing, because he felt the other
truly muddled and oblivious.
"What
did you come for?"
Trowa
didn't answer immediately, still figuring out that comment.
"For this..." he glanced over his shoulder to the black
blood spread all around, "... mess." He sigh, annoyed, knowing
he would need to do something about it before calling the servants.
His critical eyes turned to the creature remembering the wounds he
had seen on his friend. "Heero told me that you said you won't
harm him."
The
demon frowned. "Yes, I said that. And that was a one time offer
valid just for him," he growled in obvious frustration; it was
a bitch to admit it.
Trowa
nodded, fully understanding the concealed threat in it. With a last
look in those eyes, vacillating about the baseless belief in that
creature, he left the door threshold, going back into the bathroom
and closing the door behind him.
(...)
The
sunlight woke Quatre in that morning. He slowly opened his eyes; he
hadn't slept well at all, too tired from the exhausting trip. He had
a calm and peaceful nature, preferring to do things slowly, paying
attention to everything around him. He was a wanderer, with no place
to call home, just going with the flow of life, hoping to find and
follow the signs that might lead him to the only thing that really
matters.
And
for a while, a long while, he had been having only lack of luck in
his quest.
So,
when the chinese man appeared in his camp, saying that his lord was
needing a skillful healer, someone who could deal with some unusual
situation, he hadn't reason at all to refuse. Moreover, he'd been
told that he would be payed for and could
stay in the castle for however long he wanted.
He
was mainly moved by curiosity and his perception, not by money or
comfort. But again, there was no reason to refuse. Who knew what that
could turn up for him? Also, just that very man, Chang Wufei, raised
his interests. He could tell that the man might be some expert in
the field, so why would his lord need yet another healer?
He
was quite quick to dismantle his camp and gather his belongings. So
they started for the castle a few hours later. But halfway to their
destination, they were intercepted by two other men of the same lord.
Something was apparently wrong, very wrong, despite the fact that
none of them would say what. They had orders to head back right away.
The call had become more interesting, so the blond just agreed to
rush with them, even though he was a little worried for his buckskin
mare[3], not used to a fast lope.
When
they arrived, with some lame excuses Chang left him in the servants'
care. Quatre saw himself accommodated in a large room, a nice change
for someone who normally sleeps on the floor. Even between the hurry
and tiredness he had another sensation: some good feeling, a thrill
at his nape, a strange comfort. That just raised his hopes.
Before
he fell asleep, he heard some commotion, that seemed be across the
hall. But when no one came, he didn't bother to find out what it was
about.
Then,
in the morning, still no one came to call on him, so he didn't wait.
That good sensation stayed there and he was very curious to see...
everything. Maybe finally he was on the right path, after so long
searching blindly.
It
was early, but when he climbed down the stairs into what should be
the common hall, it was oddly empty; he needed to busy himself with
looking for someone.
He
didn't need to search long, the emptiness made the sounds echo quite
easily, and he followed them. The voices that he heard were coming
from large decorated doors, cracked open. He didn't mean to eavesdrop,
but that thrill on his nape became strong, making him shiver and he
froze due to the fierceness of his own emotions.
The
conversation wasn't loud, but the obvious annoyance surrounding it
meant they couldn't keep it low.
"I
saw him early. He was in bad shape, but not..."
"Well,"
impatient, Chang interrupted, "I saw him at night and my first
thought was that he was dead! Pale, all sprawled over the beast in
the middle of that mess of blood." He shivered with the memory.
"What was Heero thinking? He said he let it drink his blood..."
"The
poisoning scared the hell out of him. He really thought the demon
was dying."
Chang
threw a dry look. "It's that I can't understand. This... worry."
"You
really don't, Chang?"
Wufei
shut up beneath the intense green gaze. Swallowed hard, rubbing his
face; he was so tired, overwhelmed by the idea to prevent what was
happening in some way. How could Heero develop feelings for a demon?
He who had lost so much because of them. The whole situation brought
him memories that he would rather be kept out of his mind, leaving
him with an, almost forgotten, aching in his chest.
"Doesn't
it bother you?" He knew that Trowa had lost a lot too.
Trowa
shook his head. "Maybe. I... kind of..." There was no way
to explain that trustworthy feeling, apparently the chinese man wasn't
affected by it. "You saw that it's appearance wasn't even close
to the demons we are used to. I don't believe that Heero was in danger."
The
black eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. What
the hell? "The appearance didn't matter to me. That creature
doesn't belong to our world. Doesn't matter if angel or demon, heaven
or hell, we shouldn't..."
The
chinese man looked away, lost in thought, unconsciously rubbing the
length of his left arm. He knew it was already too late. Even if he was the
skeptical type, he knew what it meant to fall in love at first sight;
he also knew that this kind of love didn't always strike instantly,
especially for another species. Maybe Heero was physically safe, but
his heart will be broken as certain as the sun rises every morning.
His hand slid to his aching chest, feeling some pressure, a squeeze
there. For an instant he doubted if he was worried about his friend's
feelings or for his own. He had made strong efforts to lock them deep
and push them aside to forget.
He
was just too tired, not wanting to deal with any more. Ignoring Trowa,
he pushed the door wide open to get out, being surprised by the small
blond man standing there.
Wufei
had totally forgotten about him. Trying to gather himself to be, at
least, polite, "Oh, Sir Winner, I'm sorry... was a busy
night and morning." But then, noticing the somewhat pale look
on the other's face, he wondered how much he might have heard. Anyway,
those aquamarine eyes were telling that he didn't care at all; they
were embedded on Trowa, behind him.
"This
is Trowa Barton," the chinese man introduced them. Just a bit
suspicious about that look, but fully intending to leave him in Trowa's
care. He just needed to put his mind, his heart, at ease right now;
maybe some meditation would help.
Quatre
repeated the name, as a whisper under his breath, when he stepped
ahead stretching his hand.
Trowa
found that brightening look strange, like it was full of... need.
Though he took the hand to shake politely. "Nice..." The
words died in his mouth, caught by surprise by the sudden feeling
of... home? It was a shock, an electricity passing through his
whole body. He shivered, widening his eyes. "... to meet you...
Sir Winner."
A
little smile blossomed on the blond's thin lips. "Please, call
me Quatre..." He pressed a little hard with the handshake,
holding a bit more than usual.
Trowa
didn't know what was happening; when their hands separated he felt
a need to grab it again. "Have we... met before?"
"No..."
Quatre said with sheepishly smile and a very tender expression. "I've
never met Trowa Barton." And that wasn't a lie.
The
awkward moment was broken by the sudden commotion, calling their attention,
out to the library.
"Heero,
you look like shit!" Chang's voice called out as he lead the
other inside the library. Heero sat on the couch and the chinese man
leaned against the massive table, crossing his arms in front his chest,
his expression cold and concerned. The lord, avoiding looking at him,
let his eyes flow curiously from Trowa to the other small man in there.
"I'm
Quatre Winner, at your service, my Lord." The healer rush to
introduce himself, happy to break the heavy atmosphere. He noticed
the man was pale and shaky, some bruises appearing on his neck, besides
the high collar of his shirt.
"Heero
Yuy." The large sleeve slid a bit when he extended his hand,
showing Quatre bite marks on his bruised wrist.
The
blond turned it a bit to take a better look. "Demon's bite,"
he muttered. Quatre made himself comfortable sitting beside Heero
on the couch, pushing his shirt's collar aside to see the purple stains,
fingers shaped, on his skin.
Even
though he hadn't had his attention in the words he eavesdropped on
before, he had processed that they were talking about some sort of
demon. And it didn't take much for him to figure out what the 'unusual
situation' was about. He just didn't know what they could possible
expect him do.
"So...
It's about this you bring me here, my lord?" he asked softly,
reaching for a small bag attached to his belt.
Heero
nodded looking at Trowa as he pushed one chair near, taking his hand
to start bandaging it. Then Quatre stopped him, his fingers lingering
on the tall man's hand, making him shiver and turn his gaze to the
blond finding some sweetness in the blue eyes.
"Allow
me..." he said, holding a little bottle. Even though the glass
was dark brown, whatever liquid was inside still shown with a blue
light. He dropped just one drop in each fang hole.
All
three looked, astonished; the wound consuming the transparent liquid
that really glowed blue and healing completely.
He
took Heero's hand dropping a little more on his palm, and led him
to brush in his own neck and wrist, making the bruises disappear.
Ignoring the surprised looks, he gently asked, "Then tell me
about... it."
It
took a moment for Heero to organize his thoughts, for some reason
he felt free to tell all to the man that he just met. Maybe it was
because that small frame, the innocent face, the gentle eyes.
Chang
made some sarcastic and irritated comments now and again. But, when
Heero couldn't find the words to say why he thought that should be
a fallen angel, was Wufei who finished with, "Astonishingly handsome...
" in obvious exasperation.
"Oh..."
the blond chuckled, a bit puzzled. "You know, high level demons
can be... beautiful too in some way."
"No.
Not that dark mix of beauty and horror. He is just... almost
ethereal, like I imagine an angel should be."
The
blond sensed the protectiveness, the care, that the lord housed about
the creature. And wondered cautiously how... to explain things.
"I'll
take that you know little about fallen angels."
"Not
more than that they can't be killed and they were expelled from heaven
for having sinned," Trowa said.
"That
is kind of true, at least part of it. Fallen angels are the ones that
were heaven's outcasted by God himself, when they chose Lucifer's
side in the rebellion. They taught some things to the human kind,
just to dare God. They were few, but were the very first ones, most
archangels, so they were stronger than any other. There didn't exist
someone able beat them, or even match them; that's why they can't
be killed."[4]
Quatre
made a small pause, sensing the strong suspicion coming from the chinese
man, while the other two appeared to just be absorbing the information.
"So,
I'm pretty sure that what you have here can't be one of them. There's
no way they could be beat like you said. Fallen angels still in the
angelical form, they can't bite and drink blood like this."
"What
the hell... So, just a Shinigami?"
"Why
not?"
"I
don't know... it's just..." Heero rubbed his eyes confused.
"You
know, my lord, Shinigamis weren't exactly demons. They have a lot
of physical similarities, but they were servants of Death. You told
me that he had the symbols and a divine scythe[5]. Shouldn't be any
doubts..."
Heero
shrugged, tired.
"That's
ok, my lord," Quatre said, his hand coming rest on the lord's
shoulder, noticing the frustration coming from him. "There any
more injuries that I can heal for you?"
"Just
his..."
"What?"
"He
brings you here to heal the demon, not him," Chang said coldly.
Quatre
stood, mouth agape. He guessed it something strange, but not that
strange. "I thought... you wanted me here to heal... you,
once... well, I understand that you wanted to keep this creature..."
"No...
no like this... he isn't my prisoner..." he ignored
the snort coming from Wufei, "I just... I want to help him..."
Heero didn't want anymore judging looks, the questions about his interest,
his care. He wished he could heal Duo enough just with his blood,
so he wouldn't need to deal with... the others, with the startled
looks like that one the blond was giving to him.
"I'm
sorry, I'm not sure if I can do something for... him", Quatre
was concerned, starting to understand how extensive the lord's confused
feelings were.
"This
ointment you just used. It is like nothing I ever saw. It's quite
powerful. Maybe..."
"That...
will hurt a demon, even a shinigami."
"But..."
"If
you want me to look at him, I will. I just... never..."
He hardly would be able to do something like that, but he would do
what he could to please the lord. He had no intention to leave the
castle anymore. "If you want... help", that sounded dubious,
"why not return the weapon?"
"I..."
Trowa started a little loud, but then correct himself, "We won't
take any chances to have... a bigger problem."
"Right,
I will see what I can do then."
"Thanks..."
Heero simply said, overwhelmed and exhausted.
"For
now, you should get some rest... I will ask for something hearty
for lunch, so you can gain some strength back." Wufei approached
with arms crossed in front his chest, he couldn't get rid of that
resentment. He saw Heero take a deep breath and stretch himself out
right there on the couch.
They
left the library, with a huge awkward silence, broke with some hesitation
by Wufei .
"You
know a lot about inhumans, and said things with this such confidence...
This kind of information isn't easy to obtain... how did you find
it?"
For
an instant Quatre did not know what to say, a little worried for the
chinese perceptiveness. He couldn't say the truth, but also couldn't
lie. "Well I wander a lot through the world. Collecting information
was one of my... intents."
That
didn't lessen Wufei's apprehension and distrust in the little man.
His behavior was more than odd; something that he hadn't noticed the
day before. But when Quatre turned toward Trowa, asking to lead him
to the woods outside to look for some herbs, he just decided that
he didn't want to drown himself any more in that mess looking for
answers. He just wanted to ease his mind, make it blank, meditate
a little.
(...)
Some
hours later, Heero came again to the demon's room. He, actually, should
have gone back to his own room, to sleep a little more, but that strong
want to be near Duo made his feet carry him there.
He
found the creature sitting on the long bench near the window, the
only other piece of furniture, besides the bed, in the room. He was
wearing a clean pair of pants. His long hair was spread across his
back, wet, dripping all over. The good wing, half unfolded, letting
the black feathers shine beneath the sunlight. The demon had a long
look, faced staring away through the windows, lost in thoughts, wind
blowing on his bare chest without notice the cold of winter.
The
brown hair shining in gold strands; all of him seemed to glow with
the sun, surreally beautiful, making the lord's heart skip a beat.
Even the dirty bandages didn't break the magic of the picture.
With
a unreadable gaze the demon turned to him, even though he hadn't made
any noise or move. "Better?"
Heero
nodded, walking toward him, awed for the sight. He stopped in front
of him a bit uncertain, his hand reaching to brush a lock of long
hair behind his ear. His fingers sliding over the brown silk until
the shoulder.
That
honey gold color making his heart ache with bitter memories. It was
the warmth of his skin that woke him. The lord didn't know why he
wasn't shoved off, so he let his hand rest over the demon's shoulder.
His eyes evading the purple ones, finding in the dirty bandages something
to talk about.
"We
should change the bandages..."
Duo's
eyes stared a moment at the hand on his shoulder, wondering why he
let the man come near him so easily. He eyed his broken wing, biting
his lower lip, really not wanting to jostle it.
"The
leg at least..."
He
turned his eyes to met the man's, studying him. "Why bother?"
"I
want you feel better..." And that sounded vague even to his ears,
so he amended, "The healer agreed to see you... if you'll allow..."
"Why?
Do you think he can do something?"
"I'm
not sure. But, at least he is willing to give it a try... so,
if he can, that will be another way, beside my blood, to heal you..."
The
demon frowned a little, wondering why any human, healer or not, would
be willing try to heal a demon. He knew better. That surviving was
only possible if you don't hand your trust blindly to others.
There
was enough going on with that blue eyed human. He knew, deeply, the
reason for it. But others? Duo knew he shouldn't.
Even
though, if the lord really wanted so much to help and heal him, he
had one easy way. "You know... the easiest way to heal me...
if you want to..."
Their
eyes found each other for a moment, feelings twisting around.
Heero
let his fingers linger over the slender, strong arm, tracing the subtle
line of the biceps, a little damp because the wet hair. He tried not
to think about the found scythe; he didn't know what to do, what to
say, and, truth be told, he didn't want to think about.
He
went to fetch a dry towel.
"Can
I?" was the question when he came back stopping behind the demon,
holding the towel with both hands to indicate it was about the wet
hair.
Duo
tilted his head with a suspicious gaze to find the lord's blue eyes.
He felt the nostalgia in that simple action. So he just shrugged,
turning his face to the window again, just one more in a list of the
intimacies that he shouldn't allow.
Heero
smiled and started rubbing the towel through the hair. The trust that
Duo had in him, if he could call it that, was his only coin of exchange.
If there was some way to make him allow Quatre to see him, because
Heero had seen the peaceful nature of the blond. He really was hoping
that something could be done.
The
silence between them was intimate and comforting, broken just by the
rustle of the towel. Heero didn't know where this came from. Maybe
it was the blood, maybe the kiss, he wouldn't risk asking.
When
he thought it was dry enough he tossed the towel and started brushing
gently with his fingers. Duo let his head fall back slightly, expressly
enjoying, and Heero let his fingers slide on his scalp, on the back
of his neck, stroking, massaging firmly.
"I
had a young sister..."
He
said when the demon lifted his head, returning to loosening the knots,
brushing the whole length.
"She
had long chestnut hair that brightened to gold with the sunlight,
just like yours." He stayed quiet until the long hair was loose
enough in his hands, smooth and shining. The demon stayed immobile,
having his own bitter nostalgic memories with that sweet touch.
"Sometimes
she'd come to ask me to tie her hair and I always just shoved her
away. She was much younger than me; I was at that age... trying prove
I was a man instead of a boy. The last thing on my mind was how I
lost my precious time helping her with her hair."
Duo
just waited for the other to swallow that sour guilt, feeling a rhythmic
movement on his hair.
"When
I noticed that was just a way to show affection, it was too late.
The one time I did her hair, I had no idea the way she liked it, so
I buried her with her beautiful hair braided."
The
purple eyes widened for a moment at the sadness. A thick braid was
put over his shoulder with the tip loose, his hand reached for it,
aware of Heero turning around to stand in front of him. He could feel
the grief.
"I'm
sorry..." he said looking at the braid and not at the other.
At that moment he didn't know if the pain, the regret, hovering in
the air was his or the lord's, maybe both.
"Not
as much as I am..." He reached for the braid, actually touching
the demon's hand over it. "Her death was my fault. I made a wrong
decision, didn't follow my feelings trying to prove something that
I even know now..."
Duo
looked straight at him, his violet eyes lightened by sun, letting
the lord hold his hand "Demons attacked the castle and I wasn't
here to protect it. I lost her and all my family that day. My fault
cost a lot to others too, like Trowa..." his thumb making
circular drawings on the back of his hand "For now, the only
healing I can offer you shouldn't endanger any other but myself..."
If
the demon truly was able to read minds, he should understand this.
Their eyes still locked, and Duo turned his hand where it lay, cradling
the lord's hand in return, his sharp claws tracing the inner lines
of his palm.
"Even
you blame yourself. You hate demons. So why do you want heal rather
than kill me?"
Duo
already knew why, maybe better than the lord himself. Still...
Heero
didn't answer and Duo sighed, giving in. "Probably will be useless...
but bring the healer here."
"Thanks
for trusting me..." a tiny smile almost showing on Heero's
lips.
"You,
again, jumping to conclusions. What makes you think I trust you?"
Somewhere
inside Duo an alarm sounded. He felt the need to set things straight.
His defenses weren't down at all. "You are the only one that
I said I wouldn't harm, but that means nothing if I feel some... hostility.
Don't forget how fragile you, humans, are." He squeezed Heero's
hand to emphasize his words, without really hurting him. "Anyway,
it's your own castle, so you can do whatever you want. Just be aware
of the... consequences."
Surprisingly,
instead of being afraid, the look on the lord's face softened and
he stepped closer, bringing the strong dangerous hand up, placing
a kiss in the middle of his palm, a promise kiss.
"I
assure you, that hostility against you never even entered, nor will
ever enter, my thoughts, Duo." With a shy smile he walked to
the door, leaving a puzzled demon behind.
"Though
this is all for you..."
(TBC...)
Notes:
[3]
I don't know why I made Sandrock a mare, I thought it just fit well.
Buckskin is the color, kind of a cream-colored body with black hooves,
tail and mane.
[4]
I did some research about fallen angels and found a lot of sources
and versions. So I kind of goal oriented made this up. I have no intention
to follow some specific line about it, and it won't interfere or matter
to the plot at all. Hope no one feels... offended if something
wasn't quite right.
[5]
That too hadn't any real base, maybe some concept of Death in Supernatural,
but I just made it up. So here Shinigamis had the same characteristics
as demons (like bodies that burn with holy water, and fangs to drink
blood), but they weren't demons. That means if they lost the bond
with his divine weapon he can't heal, on the other hand, demons (also
angels) rely on their inner essence to heal.
#
I'm sorry, this wasn't supposed to finish here, but I needed to once
again split the chapter, because it became too big again. Also, splitting
it here seemed a good idea to keep some mystery about Quatre's appearance...
I'm a little afraid that the 4&3 part is developing too fast and,
maybe, calling more attention that it should.
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