Between Angels and Demons

Chapter 1

By: Gemini Princess and Fallen Angel

Hello, this is Fallen Angel. Welcome to Between Angels and Demons, a Hao/Lyserg fic written by Gemini Princess and myself. We will be changing authoress between every chapter. I will be writing the odd chapters, while Gemini Princess will write the even chapters.

We, in no way shape or form own Shaman King or any of it's characters. This story will start out as Teen, but as time goes on it will rise to and Mature rating. To find this story unedited and in it's raw, yaoi form, please check Adult Fanfiction . Net or Mediaminer . org in the near future.

Gemini Princess and I hope you enjoy this fic. Please, read and review.

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With a soft groan, Lyserg slowly opened his eyes. He lay in a large, circular bed with fiery red satin sheets and plush pillows. Where, where was he? This certainly wasn't his room, for his' wasn't nearly as grand or elegant. Nor was it decorated in such an onslaught of reds and black. It was quite the opposite in fact. His room was a bit small, but cozy and filled with emerald green and soft cream colors. And this room didn't appear to fit any of his companions, so… Where was he?

He sat up, a faint protest coming from his aching muscles; what had caused them to become so sore? Stretching, his feathered wings unfurled to their full length. The white wings shone with the faintest glimmer of emerald in the abundant candle light.

Settling back into the warm nest of blankets and pillows, Lyserg searched his memories for answers. The last he had remembered he was watching the calm waters of the stream Gaia with his guardian Morphine… After that, there was nothing.

Morphine! The name rang in his had, clearing a bit of the remaining fatigue from his mind. Where was his guardian! Looking about the room wildly, Lyserg couldn't spot the pixie. Dread descended upon his features. Morphine would never leave the young angel's side without his consent. If they were separated, it was certainty against Morphine's will. And that signified that it was certainly against Lyserg's will as well.

Lyserg jumped up, only to stumble due to a wave of dizziness. His muscles screamed in objection as he staggered back to his feet. His hands clutched the side of the bed in an attempt to stay upright.

"Awake already?"

Lyserg jerked his head towards the voice. He hadn't seen the brunette enter… Had he been there the entire time?

"You should lie back down. The effects of the spell I placed on you won't be wearing off for a while more."

Spell! The angel pushed himself into a straighter posture, ignoring the fact the room was spinning. "Where's… Morphine?" True, his words were labored from the effort of staying upright, but the determination to find his guardian more than made up for the weakness.

"You're pixie's fine. She was rather reluctant to allow me to take you."

"What did you do to her?" Lyserg gasped. The little strength he had was beginning to ebb away.

"Nothing." The brunette answered, stepping closer. "I assure you, she is fine."

"St- stay away." Lyserg mumbled. He backed away, only to have his legs give out and send him crashing to the floor.

"Now there little angel," he moved into the light, "there's nothing to be afraid of."

Lyserg recoiled. Before him was a demon with black, red-tipped wings. He wore a long, white cloak, baggy pants and earrings emblazed with the Emblem of the Stars. The Emblem of the Stars was a symbol of the underworld itself. For this demon to wear it so carelessly meant that he held an unimaginable power and rank. The demon lowered a hand to Lyserg…

"Don't touch me!" The angel squeezed his eyes shut in fear.

…only to have the demon gently lift him in his arms.

"Wha… what?" Lyserg stared with wide eyes as he was laid upon the bed once more. He was bewildered. Why was his captor taking such care in him? Where demons even capable of being this gentle?

"Didn't I say there was nothing to fear?" The brunette asked. He took a seat beside the angel, unaffected by Lyserg's gaze. "It appears that my spell is wearing off sooner than I had planned. I am Hao. What is your name little angel?"

"H- Hao!" Lyserg exclaimed. He could not help it. The sovereign of demons, the pinnacle of all things unholy sat beside him; discussing their names as one would the weather.

Hao chuckled softly. "Yes, Hao. Now little angel, what is your name?"

"Ly… Lyserg." He stuttered. There was no lying to the king of demons.

"Lyserg…" Hao spoke the name, enjoying the sounds it made. "One of Jeanne's followers. How delightful. Now, Lyserg," the angel shivered at the way Hao said his name, "I'm sure you have some questions regarding your presence here. Feel free to ask any questions you wish to know the answers to."

Lyserg gulped. There was nothing to lose. "Where am I?"

"Why, we are in my chambers of course."

"Where's Morphine?"

"As I told you; she is safe and sound."

"What do you want with me?"

"If I told you now, that would ruin all the fun, wouldn't it?"

Lyserg remained silent. He didn't want to know what evils were undoubtedly in store for him. His care taker Marco had told him many tales when he was little. Since he had grown the stories had become nonsense, but he couldn't help but remember one tale that Marco had told him again and again. All demons were evil creatures. They would not hesitate to take an angel for their own evil purposes. And although Marco had never been specific, he would tell of how the demon inflicted an unimaginable amount of suffering upon their victims before finally destroying them. It had been enough to keep a young Lyserg from straying without his care taker's permission, although now it caused his stomach to churn in utter terror. Dear merciful Lord above, he prayed, please protect me in thy holy embrace-

"Those prayers will do you little good here. Your god is unable to touch you while you are in my possession."

Lyserg froze. A still silence filled the room. Once it reached levels that were unbearable for the angel, he dared to ask another question. He swallowed pitifully, attempting to moisten his dry throat. With shaky breath he parted equally dry lips.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Hmm…" Hao leaned his head against his hand. "That is a tempting question. There are so many things I wish to do to you. Where to start…?" Turning, his depthless honey eyes drank in the angel's form. Truly this angel was a lost beauty. The angel's radiance did something to calm the demon lord. The deep green strands of his hair; pale, cream colored skin; eyes that put the most wondrous of emeralds to shame; even his wings held the faintest hint of lush emerald… Hao chuckled. Green was supposedly a calming color after all. As for Lyserg's face…

Innocent. That was the perfect word to describe Lyserg. His age was young for supernatural beings. His eyes were overflowing with naivety, hope, trust… The angel was simply too pure to remain so. That is what Hao truly lusted for; to mar this angel's untouched perfection.

He wanted to corrupt the angel. He wanted to turn him into a whimpering, wanton slave. He yearned to break the angel and leave nothing but the shattered remains of his former purity.

But most importantly, he wanted the soon to be tarnished angel to his and his alone.

Perhaps the best place to start would be the angel's attire. The white uniform of the X-Laws needed to be removed. For a moment, Hao's mind contemplated taking the angel there and then. Quickly he decided against it. To find a creature this innocent was truly rare. The demon king intended to take his time with breaking this one. He would have drooled if the act had not been so unrefined. Yes, he would slowly eat away at the angel's soul until nothing remained.

"Remove your clothes."

Lyserg blanched at those words. He knew that Hao would not be kind by any means and that great suffering was in store; but was the demon truly going to take away his virtue?

Hao rose from the bed and strode to a large wardrobe. Turning, he smirked slightly at Lyserg's frozen form. "Remove your clothes; unless you prefer I do the task for you?"

Quivering, Lyserg did as the demon commanded. After all, he did not have much choice in the matter. He sat on the bed, clothes piled in his lap. Gulping, he squeezed his eyes shut as he awaited the inevitable.

Again, Hao allowed his honey colored eyes to drink in the small angel's form. Now without the bothersome white garments, he could glimpse the angel's slim figure. The trembling body was as Hao imagined it, deliciously pale, slim, and without even the faintest hint of a scar. His smirk grew larger at the way Lyserg quivered. Now then, what impure thoughts were running through the angel's head, he wondered.

"Put these on." Clothes were placed in Lyserg's arms.

Emerald eyes opened in confusion. What…?

Hao sighed at Lyserg's hesitance to so much as breath without his permission. While he wished for the angel to be at his command, he could certainly do without the blatant fear. "I don't like repeating myself. Put the garments on or you will go without any."

Lyserg bit his lip. As much as he wanted to turn away, or at the least ask Hao to do so, he knew the demon wouldn't allow it. Blushing crimson, he pulled the clothing onto his body. The slightly too long black pants that dipped low and a long sleeved shirt were both made of silk, black, and flared at the knees and elbows. Shivering, he wrapped his arms around exposed midriff and waited for Hao to make the next move.

Hao moved forward, a few items in hand. He placed one on the bed, out of Lyserg's sight. The other he kept in his grasp as his second hand caressed Lyserg's cheek.

"Hold still."

Lyserg closed his eyes and did as he was told, surprised when he felt something slide around his eye. Hao repeated the process upon the other eye, then sat back to admire his handiwork. "Open your eyes."

Again doing as he was commanded, Lyserg obeyed. He hated being so submissive to an evil abomination, but his life depended on keeping the other's anger in check. There was no one to protect him here. Even his Lady Jeanne and the Lord himself became powerless in this realm. Quickly, the angel lowered his head to stare into his lap. He didn't want to see the demon's expression.

Hao hand reached to hold Lyserg's chin. Slowly, he lifted the angel's face. Even thought emerald eyes darted to gaze upon something, anything, other then the demon before him, Hao smiled though at the results. Some black clothing, a touch of eyeliner and the angel was, if possible, more breath taking. Even in ebony garb the angel's innocence shone brightly. If anything the darkness of the clothing only brought out the whiteness of his skin and wings, making him purer than before. And though he knew his younger brother would tease him of making his newest toy into a typical Goth, Hao couldn't help but enjoy it. There was only one item left.

"What…?" Lyserg felt the demon's hands around his neck. They secured a chocker snug against his skin. Somehow Lyserg knew as the collar was clasped, he wouldn't be able to take it off, even if he tried.

"This," a finger traced the outline of the collar, "shows that you are my property and that no one may touch you without my permission."

Lyserg whimpered. His fate was being sealed before him. "Your property?"

"Yes. Now and forever, you are mine. Only mine."

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We hope that you all enjoyed the first chapter of Between Angels and Demons.

As for the next chapter: What lies in store for our innocent angel? When the X-Laws discover Lyserg's disappearance? Will they take action? And what exactly does Hao have in store Lyserg? How will Lyserg handle the situation?

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We'll see you next chapter.