Title: To Claim a Sinner.
Author: icefalcon.
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: Aion/Chrno.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Warnings: This is anime-verse only. As a massive Milton fan, I vastly prefer the anime ending over the manga, as Aion is by far and away my favourite character.
Author's Notes: I wrote this a very long time ago, and found it on my hard drive after I decided after a re-watch of the anime to go back to one of my old Aion-central Apocalypse fics and give it another shot. I still quite like it as an rough exercise in Miltonian language.
--
Somewhere deep inside him, Aion couldn't quite believe that he was getting away with this... that Chrno was letting him get away with this. This would never have been permitted by the Chrno from Pandemonium. The Chrno that had slain, slaughtered and tortured at his side, the Chrno he hadn't loved, but had not-loved in a way that he'd never done before or since. This Chrno wasn't that Chrno. That small, insignificant thing couldn't be his Chrno, wasn't his battle-proud apostate. His Chrno would never enter into a foolish contract with a human, his Chrno wouldn't need to. This wasnt his Chrno, the Chrno that had stygian sulphur and hate searing molten hot through his veins, not the shameful excuse for blood and compassion that he shed now. His Chrno had the power to crush whatever he wanted, do whatever he wanted, and had Aion at his back to make sure that it came about.
He didn't, couldn't, believe that Chrno had been fully leashed. Aion just needed to find the right leverage to snap the bonds - the bonds that had partially been of his making. Perhaps breaking Chrno's horn had been a little too much, but Aion had been very angry. In hindsight, the time without his horn may have been what perverted his perfect sinner, the Chrno that had illuminated hell with his rage, the adamantly war-dangerous devil, his devil, all his...
That Rosette girl - he curled his lip in a sneer - might prove to be more useful than Aion originally thought, Maria or no. It was the Maria that was as much of a problem as the bonds themselves. It was the intoxicating sin-bright smile of Chrno's, really, because the smile was for Aion, just for Aion, only for Aion, and absolutely forbidden for anyone else to see and it was forcing Aion dangerously close to the kind of raging deadly hate that he had not unsealed since Pandemonium, black and deep, the desperate kind that had led him to break the peace of Heaven.
Interfering wench as the Maria was, if played - or annihilated, if Aion had his way, and he would - correctly, she should provide the right force to dispose of this Chrno, who might be a little angry at first, but when his Chrno came back, his Chrno would know, just like he used to.
Then Aion would see what he really wanted, more than anything else that he had worked for - Chrno's reaction to being dominated, to being humiliated, to being leashed by a human, his Chrno, the Chrno that at the first, the very very first, who had counselled war, for his Chrno could not imagine submission, could not bend his neck to anyone, had drawn the sword, arming himself with hell's flame, and strode forth at Aion's side to face anything and anyone that told them to bend knee and yield.
And maybe, once that delightful sinner picked up Satan's sword again, bringing back that own transcendent burning that was his, all his Chrno, the infernal lightning shot through with dark fire, the lightning that matched the blackened insurrection of Aion's thunder, then they'd finally be able to...
Aion permitted himself a small, satisfied smirk.
Yes. Then they'd be able to have some real fun.
Together.
--