((Here's a story I've completed, chapter 1! There's some mild yaoi later in the story, but nothing above PG-16. I love these three so much. 3))
"Isaak…" the blond-haired Krusnik's eyes scanned the lifeless streets of the village. The place itself was in such a poor state, as if the military had run the entire village down, leaving only bare buildings and smoldering ruins, no sign of life at all in the area. "…Do you know where we are?"
"Ah… No, my Lord… Still in Germanicus, I think, but… Where exactly I do not know… Forgive my error…" he inclined his head, knee-length raven tresses obscuring his face.
"No harm done. We'll just have to find out where we are, won't we? But, it doesn't appear that there is anyone left in this village…" his sharp ears picked up the scrabbling of human hands across the gravel-covered ground, and he turned to find a woman, her skin coated in a light film of dirt, her clothing torn and her limbs shaking as she reached for the pristine white, red-edged hem of the Krusnik's robe. He snarled and stepped back, "Don't touch me, human."
"Please… Help us… A monster… He's a monster…" her voice was cracked with insanity, "The Devil's child!" she screamed, her gaze unfocused and foggy as she stared straight through the pair, screaming at some unseen monster to leave her alone. Her shrill voice pierced the deathly silence of the village, striking Cain's sensitive ears and making him flinch.
"Isaak, please…" With a stroke of Isaak's hand, the shadow beneath his feet lashed out, and she dropped, her voice cut off as her life was snuffed out like a candle tossed into a bucket of cold water. Isaak sighed, and he, too, looked around for some other sign of life than the mad woman, and his dark eyes settled upon another pair of eyes staring back at him. They were wide and curious, of dark, liquid amber, peering from behind the corner of a crumbling brick house from beneath a shaggy mop of overgrown hair. Isaak touched Cain's shoulder, and he, too, turned, finding the very same pair of eyes. The boy who owned them shrank back, fearful, and Isaak stepped forward.
"Come on out, boy, we are not here to hurt you." He extended a hand in good will, the boy slowly emerging from his hiding spot. He was small and ridiculously skinny, brown hair matted and tousled, his clothing old and tattered, but his face… His expression was fearful and innocent, his skin smooth and pale as if made from the finest porcelain. He was like a fallen angel, once pure and perfect, now soiled by the flaws of humanity.
He reached Isaak, and fell into his embrace gratefully, like he had never been held that way before. Could it be that this child caused all this chaos? That it was he who had destroyed this village? No… It couldn't be… He was far too young. No more than seven or eight. He looked over Isaak's shoulder from where he knelt, back at Cain, and then a wide, impish grin spread across his angelic face.
"You trust people too easily, did you know that?"
"What?" Isaak pulled back and looked at him, "What did you say to me, boy?"
"You're a fool…" he giggled, and flicked his fingers. Dozens of glistening strands shot from the ends, tying Isaak up and pinning his arms to his sides in a split second. Isaak howled his rage, swearing and screaming at him. The boy stepped back, giggling uncontrollably, "Let's see what happens when I tighten them a little..." he grinned wider, and tugged on the strings. Isaak howled as they started to sink into his skin, tearing his suit and drawing blood, a few strands of his glossy hair fluttering to the ground as they were cut loose. Cain was unimpressed, stepping forward and grasping the spider silk strands in one hand, and jerked, making the boy cry out as he stumbled forward.
"Watch it! Or I'll tie you up too!" he snapped.
"My Lord, this boy…" Isaak muttered, trying to free himself, but, despite the strings' [i]apparent[/i] weakness, they were quite strong. At least, capable of holding a Methuselah. Irritation fluttered across Cain's visage, and he curled the strings around his slender fingers, splitting them with his deadly nails without a second thought. The boy's laughter stopped, replaced with anger,
"How did you do that?! No one can break my strings! NO ONE! No Terran or Methuselah can break my strings!" Cain chuckled softly,
"I'm sorry to say… But I don't belong to either of those categories."
"What are you then?" Cain frowned, and his eyes glimmered red, blond hair standing on end, pearl white wings sprouting from his shoulder blades and giving him a rather formidable appearance. In a flash, Cain's slender fingers closed about the boy's throat and lifted him from the ground, leaving him struggling.
"You dare to scold the Contra Mundi? You've made a horrible mistake… You never attack my subordinates… You never hurt Isaak..."
"My Lord, please do not hurt him. He is just a child… And a powerful one at that. We could use him." He had managed to untie himself after Cain had cut the strings, and his hand rested on Cain's bicep. Cain relaxed his grip slightly, thoughtful. The glow faded, his hair fell, and he dropped the boy on the ground, who simply stared in absolute wonder at Cain as he turned, wings shrinking.
"I give him to you, Isaak, since you seem so keen to bring him with us. You will train him and make him ready to enter the Order. It seems he's a mage, like you, so you should get along just fine." Isaak smiled in return,
"Yes, My Lord, I believe we will…" he bowed his thanks, "Come, boy, you are going with us."
"Am I?" he smiled in that same impish way, hopping to his feet, "Does that mean I get to spend more time with the two of you?" Isaak nodded,
"You will refer to him as your Lord and Master, and you may call me Isaak if you wish. You are my apprentice now, so you will do as I say."
"Of course… Isaak…" he muttered sarcastically, a smirk spreading wide across his face.