Declaimer: These characters are not owned by me in any way, shape or form.

Warnings: This story is AU it has yaoi yumyness, not just yet but very very soon. It will have swearing and violence in some chapters.

I hope you enjoy my story! :) I changed the place that they lived btw... and this story is NOT beta'd sorry, but if anyone wants to do it for me just let me know. :D

Chapter 1

**Background**

Souls. Souls are such a precious thing. They are so fragile and easily broken. A harsh remark from a past lover could put a soul spiraling in turmoil for months as the body that held it wept. Yet a soul could be the strongest thing in the world, pushing with anger and ferocity to achieve a goal. A soul was full of contradictions. Unsure of itself, unsure of the world, unsure of how to feel yet feeling all the same. It was an odd thing, yet so very important. It held the conscious. The single thing that separated humans from demons. The very thing that taught them right from wrong. Humans could not live without it for what would a human be if not a being with a choice, a being that could choose not to do something because it was just.. "wrong." The body could be thrown away yet the soul will stay forever.

Hell was a different place. It has 9 separated planes with 10 rulers and millions of demon inhabitants that have no souls. Being soulless was pretty much a requirement to work there. No soul should be put through the torture of hell unless it deserved it-it was an unspoken rule. Hell is a place filled with demons that could laugh at a man dying and then eat a piece of cake without a moment's thought. A demon would feel just as happy doing either. Because neither really mattered to them. Although the feeling happy didn't really exists, not like it did in the human world at least. Demons felt happiness and sadness to a point but everything they did was mostly just to cure the one thing they hated most. The only thing that constantly was on their mind making them do anything just for some relief. The horrid truth of boredom.

What better thing to take out there frustration and their boredom but on souls. Souls were fun. They were never the same and always changing. Never failing to amuse. A soul came down to hell in the form of the body it once owned. The soul was as corporeal as any demon there. It could touch, it could feel pain, it could remember everything it had done. More importantly it could be tortured. Many came down everyday and Camelot tower was the largest holding cell in all 9 planes of Hell. Of course not all unfortunate souls would come to Camelot. Many went to the other planes. But Uther was full of anger and constantly looking for blood. He was awarded the largest plane and probably the most lethal.

The sand flew above the ground creating wisps of cream in clear air. Arthur tugged the rains of his horse causing it to make a small circle; it bucked its head slightly, fighting against the movement. There was nothing. Anyway he turned it all looked the same. The same barren grounds of the same hot wasteland, but he had expected it to look like this. It had looked this way for centuries. The sandy ground stretched past Uther's boundaries and into Bayards. The only greenery Uther allowed was in his personal hunting grounds. 'He loves the way the townspeople look when they are only allowed to see the lush green leaves from afar,' Arthur thought solemnly running his fingers through his dirty blond hair. He cluched the tussles in a tight fist as the wind tried to tug them away whipping them around the small gray horns on the top of his head.

Reaching down he pet the plate of metal on his horses head, 'It shouldn't be too long now.'

"Arthur!"

Lancelot's shout drew the prince's attention making Arthur tug on the rains a little too roughly, as the horse loudly protested the action. A casual smile graced the knight's face, "We are not far from town now Sire. It is just over a few more dunes."

The prince nodded in acknowledgement and Lancelot rode ahead.

'He seems in a rush to get home, I bet he is anxious to see his wife. He did tell me she treats him especially well after long trips.' Arthur thought, chucked to himself urging the horse forward as he caught up to his mate.

The Knight was right. They were not far from town. Arthur could already hear the screams as they rode up to Camelot tower. He resisted the urge to cringe and risked a glance at Lancelot. The knight did not look even remotely effected by the screeches. The prince sighed and raised his head forcing his horse to move a little quicker.

Camelot tower was the largest tower of torture in all of hell. Its levels reached past the barrier of clouds with a width almost the size of a small town. It was Uther's pride and joy, the thing that make him more powerful than most of the other devils. It was full of souls constantly being torment for all eternity. Its presence signified a large duty to his little corner of hell. Arthur has entered its doors more often than he wished. He had been one of many who had to drag a dagger along a soul's bloody skin and forced a laugh as his father watched with a proud smile on the king's face, 'It's a good thing the screams can't be heard in town.' He sighed slightly relieved that they would soon be away from the screeching noise, 'Then again Uther would never hear the end of it from Morgana if that were to happen. She would probably complain about her beauty sleep.'

A small smile graced the prince's face once more before a large hand affectionately slammed into his back tossing him a bit forward. He gave Lance and frustrated glance but the knight didn't seem to notice, "Get your mind out of the gutter Sire. We are finally home, sweet Ambrosius."

Arthur stepped through the large ivory doors pushing them wide only to see an empty thrown, his father nowhere in sight. He sighed, walking towards his chair and feeling slightly proud that it was on the right of his father's. He was his father's right hand man. Uther trusted him more than anyone, even his eldest daughter. The future king dragged his finger across his father's armrest.

"One day I will be king of Ambrosius, King of the eastern plane of hell." His voice was commanding, strong, unwavering …despite the fact he was talking to himself. Or so he thought… He jumped slightly as he heard the purr of her warm voice.

"Yes you will be." Morgan voice echoed in the large hollow room. Her soft raven hair cascaded down her shoulder shining with a navy tint towards the small blue tail barley showing beneath her layers of gown.

Arthur shook off any unease that was brought on by her presence and looked at his half-sister. She walked slowly up to the future king swaying her hips provocatively as she did. The prince found himself absentmindedly wondering if she did that on purpose or if it was truly how she walked.

"You do know what that entails don't you brother." Her voice was soft almost lustrous but it did not divert him from hearing the underlining tone of hate.

The prince shrugged causally moving to walk out the doors. There was only so much of his sister's hate that he could take and he did not want to wait for her to deliver the punch-line of this unusual conversation.

"You will have to go to Camelot tower again and again. Assert your dominance, not on just souls, but on our people as well. You will have to drag those daggers across their skin as you laugh many more times. And you won't have to worry about just father watching you next time. No. You will have to worry about all the people and knights seeing you grimace as you torture them. What kind of king will you be?" She had a devious smile on her face, as if she knew something he did not. "Can you really do that for the rest of your natural life Arthur?"

"Yes, of course I can. I am a demon." His voice sounded strong but inside he wondered if she was right, 'Can I handle doing this for the rest of my life? I am not like other demons…' It wasn't something he had never thought before. In fact the same thought was always running through his mind. The prince ignored her small giggle.

"You shouldn't lie to me Arthur." She warned tapping slightly on her temple with a navy blue nail that matched her tail, "You know I can see all. I saw the look of terror in your eyes when the man screamed and begged for you to stop. Though you do hide it oh so well, maybe nobody will notice. Then again if you do it too many times you may go mad."

Arthur furrowed his brows looking at her form as she continued to slowly make her way towards him. He kept his tone flat, "I have no feeling of piety for those creatures." He mentally applauded himself at how believable that sounded, even to his own ears.

Warm arms wrapped around him as Morgana looked up at him almost lovingly, seeming to care how he felt as she put her hand in the center of the prince's chest. It was a lie. It always was. When he was young he used to believe her, stand up for her, and love her. She betrayed him. She would play him until she got what she wanted only to laugh at his unfortunate fate. And now he stood between her and the thing she most desired. The crown.

"Hush Arthur, It is alright." She cooed, holding him softly in her arms as if he was a young child, "You have a soul, it's completely understandable."

He pushed her away half-heartedly and walked out of the doors hearing her low laugh as they swung shut. He pointedly ignored the notice and continued down the corridor, "I am not a child!" He growled to nobody in particular, "I know what I am… How different I am."

He turned the corner to see a servant looking like a deer about to be speared, unsure of weather to run or to continue working. The prince glared and the servant went running. 'Well that made me feel a little better.' He sighed ignoring the slight tightness of regret for scaring the poor women.

He stepped into his bedchambers, being sure to lock the door. 'It's not like I chose to have this thing…' He grabbed roughly in the center of his chest tightening his fingers around the dark colored tunic, '...inside me. My mother was human when my father took her. The chance that I could be born with a soul was always there. It is Uther's fault I have this… this thing! If he wanted a son to afflict anguish on souls why did he choose her? How can a person with a soul be expected to do all the things in my duty without caring.'

He tugged at his dirty blond hair ranting silently to himself as he flopped unceremoniously on the bed, 'How come my father has the right to be disappointed in me when I can't hurt those souls…He caused this mess to begin with… now the people can never know there future king has a soul if it were to get out …' When the quiet knock on his door sounded it aggravated him to no end. Morgana always seemed to put him on edge even on the best of days.

"What?" The prince practically yelled. The door opened slightly before stopping in hesitation, as if the person was unsure whether they should risk speaking to the prince when he was obviously unhappy. Arthur, frustrated from already being disturbed, grabbed a candlestick from the nightstand and threw it at the door. The sound of the metal clanking loudly against the wood before clattering on the floor made the hidden person step back.

"Get in here!" Arthur shouted, and the servant did. A small boy with dark brown hair and lanky arms stepped in. He had circular black horns that sprouted from the top of his head and surrounding his ears protectively.

"Your majesty." The timid boy spoke, "I came to inform you that the soldiers are waiting to begin training. Will you be joining them today?"

The prince sat up sighing to himself. He had forgotten about training due to the overnight trip him and Lance took searching for magic users in the surrounding towns. "Yes, get my chainmail. It is over there in the closet. Then dress me-and hurry up will you."

He watched the small boy struggle to lift the heavy metal out of the closet but didn't offer to help, that would be un-princely of him. Instead he began to pick at the already cold breakfast that was placed into his room munching on a couple pieces of bread until the demon-boy seemed ready. 'I could always use the training,to keep my mind off of thing. Besides I wouldn't want to let my father down.' He thought bitterly stretching his arms.

"Ahh Arthur, you have finally decided to join us." Uther clapped his hands with content as he saw his only son trudge in the room unscathed despite the brutal sparing that had injured five of his best knights.

A smile was evident on the king's face and the prince had to hide a cringe when he saw Cendred. The demon Cendred was Uther's best knight, the older man was always being sent away on long surge journeys. He usually killed entire towns under Uther's ruling for whatever reason the king came up with at the time, or he searched for magic users. When Cendred came it was always for a reason… and that reason was never good for anyone but Uther.

"Yes father, I am sorry to have kept you waiting." The prince focused on walking without any sort of limp despite the sourness in his ankle. He couldn't let his father see that any of the knights had bested him in the slightest fashion. He couldn't stand the look of disappointment the few times they did. 'I will have to see Giaus later.' He mentally reminded himself.

"I did notice it took you longer than usual to dispatch those men. Seems you are getting slow my boy." He put an arm around his son's shoulders and guided Arthur to sit next to him. A really happy king of hell was never a good sign.

"Come sit and have some of this ale Cendred has brought us. It is from the town on the edge of our lands, what did you call it again? Ealdor wasn't it?" The King waited until the knight gave a curt nod before continuing, "His new mission from Ealdor has been a most delightful one." Uther clapped Cendred's back as they sat together. The table was quickly filled with fruits and meat as the pitiful servants scurried around them. Some were slaves others the King had hired but all were scared of his strength and power hiding their faces as much as they could so they would not be memorable.

"Your majesty, you will be pleased to know that most of the offending creatures have been dispatched." Cendred started looking evenly at the prince with a cunning smirk, "I made sure to tie up the men and let them watch as we tore the heads off their women one by one. They deserved much worse for what they had done to you of course sire. Stealing from your forest," he tisked, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth before his lips curling into a harsh smirk, "that is a crime that is deserving of a punishment worse than death. But we were pressed for time of course. "

The king chucked lowly, about to comment before Morgana walked into the room and took her seat. "Hello father, Cendred." She nodded to the knight before grabbing some fruit, clearing ignoring Arthur.

She wore a long black dress with a cut that went high up on her thigh and showed her long legs. Her bosom was clearly on display; however the king did not seem to notice. Cendred did. He smiled wantonly at her as she popped a grape into her mouth sliding it in seductively. There was a moment of silence as the knight was dumbfounded by the princess`s beauty before the King questioned, "Well what happened to the others? Did they escape you?"

"Sire, there was only a small few we did not kill. We kept them as slaves but I specifically brought one for you, my lord. Those weak incubi happened to have a powerful one among them." His attention was fully on the king but Arthur could tell he wished to look at Morgana instead.

Uther quirked his eye in slight surprise at this as Arthur attempted to faint even the slightest bit of interest for the conversation. He had long ago stopped commenting on what he thought of these raids.

Cendred grin grew darker, "He has magic your majesty. Can you believe it! A weak little Incubis had the power to start a windstorm that almost killed half our men. He is the most powerful I have ever seen. He would have done a lot more damage if we were not warned about him. We were able to get behind him and tie the creature up with bindings. Perhaps you could use his powers for something more useful now like cleaning the stalks." The man chuckled.

Arthur snorted at that comment thinking, 'He only brought the magic user to the castle to prove that the creature existed and that he was the one who defeated it Especially if it is truly that powerful.'

Cendred sent the prince a dark glare at the sound, his black eyes bore into Arthur. The eyes of a Kitsune demon. There was no white only darkness. He could shape shift into any creature he saw fit but his eyes would always hold the same black depths. The prince tore his gaze away, 'When my father gives me the thrown he will be forced to rule under me and bend to my will. When that time comes I will make sure to never see those dark eyes again.'

The knight began speaking to the king once more, "As soon as we brought him to Camelot tower we had his magic tested by your Templar. The man said it was the most powerful magic user he had ever come into contact with."

"That powerful," The king smiled thoughtfully, "He could be very useful indeed. We would have to break him of course so he will follow us willingly and order charms so that only we can allow him to release his magic. Well I suppose we could make room for him in the cells. More than a few demons would be very appreciative if I gave them a magic user as a pet. They would defiantly be willing to break him until he is a harmless puppy to everyone but our enemies. Perhaps even you can be the one to torture him Cendred." The king said casually taking a bite of his meat. Cendred's face lit up in excitement at the prospect of torturing such an unusual specimen. If he had control of a magic user many of his missions would be a lot easier… and the boy wasn't too bad on the eyes.

The black haired female gave a small giggle drawing all the males to her attention. Morgana smiled sweetly catching Arthur's baby blue eyes as she spoke, "Oh father I noticed dear Arthurs been quite saddened lately." Her tone was filled with faux concern. Changing the topic to something she found much more interesting…making their father mad at Arthur.

Uthers face dropped all merit as he looked at his son. "What is it this time?" He spoke almost angrily seeming to forget the knight in the room.

Arthur opened his mouth to refuse all of Morganas words giving her a harsh look, "Father I am perf-"

"I think he feels bored sire." Her words cut into his and made him fall silent in surprise. He didn't think she would say that. Being bored… well that was not too bad. It could be seen as almost normal especially for a prince and boy his age. Not anything Uther could criticize him for.

"Is this true?" Uther questioned the prince seeming slightly surprised at his daughter's words as well.

Arthur could think of no reason to say it wasn't so he only gave a slight cautious nod of the head.

"Well I suppose we could hold another tournament. Would that cheer you up?" His father was nothing but caring, unfortunately it was in all the wrong ways. A strenuous amount of training filled with the slightest (only slight because he was Arthur after all) amount of fear for his life. The stress would wear him out. But he would be up for the challenge…Another chance to prove his worth and the cheering crowd was always a bonus. He would have to make sure his moves were entertaining enough for his father without putting his life at risk. He began to run though some ideas before Morgana cut in once more.

"Oh father he is always in tournament after tournament. Arthur needs something to keep him constantly occupied. Why not give him the magic boy." She said with a small knowing smirk, "Arthur could train him to be a well-behaved man servant. I am sure of it. Besides having a personal magic-user as Arthurs guard can only help to ensure the safety of your heir."

Uther did not look pleased with this idea and the prince let out a small breath at this, thankful. He could not stand having to constantly torture a slave. To break anyone would be … well awful. Cendred may not treat the boy with as much respect as he would but out of mind out of sight as the saying goes. Going to Camelot and hurting souls was different then having a boy tied up in his room begging for freedom. He couldn't escape his room.

The king narrowed his eyes at Morgana, "The boy is still an incubus. He will need sex for food and although I am sure Arthur can provide I will not have the future king of the east plane having a tumble with some weak incubus. No matter how much magic that creature may wield."

Cendred interrupted Morgana's next words. The disappointment was clearly evident in his voice. He wanted the magic user, but he wanted Morgana to be pleased with him more then he wanted a slave, "Your majesty I think that is the point her highness trying to make. Arthur doesn't have to feed the creature. The poor thing will beg at your son's feet for sustenance. Your son is a very attractive man. Could you imagine the creature, so powerful with the magic it possesses and yet forced to grovel at the feet of one your greatest creations? It will be torture. As long as you give the incubus human food it will survive. Of course doing so will cause it to be weak in strength and most likely magic as well though. The boy probably wouldn't be much of a guard but I am sure he could be a manservant. Besides your Majesty, Arthur can only benefit from the experience of breaking a powerful magic user. It will aid him in his future endeavors; he will have to learn how to break in slaves soon enough. "

Uther considered this for a few seconds, "Arthur could take any magical being with strides. I give the boy a week before he breaks down and grovels at my son's feet."

Arthur quickly tried to suppress his look of horror and forced himself not to slam his head on the desk. Morgana always knew how to push Uther's button's in just the right way in order to manipulate him into getting what she wanted. Especially when it came to things that had to do with Arthur. For some reason the king felt that Morgana knew Arthur better then anyone, Cendred spoke and held out his hand "I will bet it will be two weeks."

Morgana quickly chimed in, "I will take three." Giving her half-bother a harsh knowing look.

Arthur growled to himself in anger making his way to Camelot by horse. As he got closer to the large dark tower his anger only grew. Having to visit Camelot never made him pleased. The screams seemed to radiate across the hot planes and desert like ground. He jumped of his horse giving it to one of the guards, "I would like to see the incubus that was brought here by Cendred. The one that is said to hold magic."

The surrounding guards chucked at the fact that the prince came for an incubus, especially a male one. One daringly commented, "I did not know you went that way sire."

Arthur glared daggers at them, "I suggest you hold your tongue before I request that you cut it off yourself."

The laughter quickly died down and a thin man was brought to him. A black sheet was thrown over his head hiding his face and he was shackled. The guard forced incubus on his knees. "Here you are your majesty."

The soldiers backed off to let Arthur have some privacy and assess the new pet. The prince did not need it. He had no intention of paying much attention to the slave. Still, he found himself, just out of curiosity, wondering what the boy looked like. Stepping forward he pulled off the sheet. Two azure eyes stared up at him with fire and anger in there depths. He felt his heart skip a beat and left the reasoning of it to nerves. He had a black tail, which matched his equally dark hair, and swung angrily from side to side cutting through the harsh winds.

He noticed, as promised, the boy was indeed gagged. Temporary magic preventing shackles surrounded his wrist. 'He doesn't look like much of a magic user.' Arthur wrapped a rope around the boy's cuffed wrists and tugged, "Lets go."

He pulled slightly too hard knocking the boy over before he was able to get up but quickly continued to lead the black haired beauty to his horse. Hopping on, he pulled once again on the rope calling, "You will be walking."

Well I hope you enjoyed the beginning of my story. I am sorry I didn't keep the place they are living in as Camelot... I felt like it was getting a bit overused so I should try something different.

Any-who, have a great night!