By: VanillaChocolate

Title: Emerald Eyes, Crimson Tears

Summary: Intent Emerald Eyes looked down upon her. "Gods, is she beautiful." He remarked to himself. "If only I had left to be a knight..." He shook his head. "I'm a God! What more could I want?!" "You could want love..." said and icy whisper next to him...

Pairing: N/?

Rating: Pg-13

A/N: I used French for the spell. Hopefully it's right... It is 'Raise this dead one.'

Disclaimer: I own Damien. That's all...

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Nealan of Queenscove or, that was what he used to be, for Gods don't need titles like that. Nealan was now Courus' Patron God of Love, and was known to most as "The Green Knight" for most thought that he was a knight. They were wrong. He was just a scholar with the gift, accepted to be a God by what he had done. He sighed, he could remember that day now...

{Flashback}

"Lever pronom adjectif un" Neal muttered, gathering his emerald gift and working his magic into the spell, as he stood before the body of a fellow colleague that was struck down by a Stormwing. As he finished the spell, a sudden flash of bright light gave him a scare, showing his pale features from the powerful working of the spell. "Hello dearie" the voice said. It was the graveyard hag. "Hello" Neal said, obviously displeased that his spell didn't work, but in awe that he is facing a Goddess.

The Graveyard Hag frowned. "Now, dearie, you of all people should know that only I can raise the dead." She scolded him. Neal sighed. "I only wish I could do that Grandmother" The Hag's lips tugged with a smile at this.

"Ah, but I know of one way you could!" Neal furrowed his 'brows in an inquiring gesture. "I could?" he asked, unsure if she was just joking. 'Grandmother' sighed. "Yes you could, but you might not be able to do just that. You'll probably do other things, like what you are assigned to do..." she trailed off and looked at Neal with a questioning stare.

Neal nodded at her eager to do this, to prove the scholars wrong. That is was possible to raise the dead; to be a God. Grandmother smiled. She gave him a small vile with some goopy purple liquid in it.

"At the next full moon, add ten drops of blood into this; one from each finger. Then you must drink it while standing in the moonlight. You will be stripped of your mortality." With those directions given, she disappeared once again in the bright light, leaving a cackle in her place.

Neal shook his head and waited...

{full moon}

Neal did as the Hag had instructed. He had no idea how painful this was going to be. He rose a few feet in the air, surrounded by the Emerald light of his gift, and the Silver light of the Gods' gift.

It felt as if his skin was slowly being ripped off his body and being replaced with sharp daggers that repeatedly stabbed him with the blade. He opened his mouth to cry out and scream in pain, but he made no sound as he paled.

Then, instantly it was over. He slowly drifted up to the Realms of the Gods, while blissfully falling into a peaceful sleep.

{end flashback}

Now, when mortals looked at him, or when he showed himself to them, this is what he wore. He wore a forest green tunic; embroidered with a gold trimming. His breeches were a darker shade of the forest green, and were embroidered at the cuffs near the feet. An emerald green loose shirt fluttered under his tunic, which accented his muscles and flowed out a bit at the wrists. They had golden leaves dressed all over it, not too much, but just a few to accent his tunic and slightly golden hair. The last accessory that he wore, was a crown of holly on top of his head.

Neal had been a God for about a year and three months now, and had always admired /his/ Lady Knight from the moment that he saw her, and had studied her, even fearing for her when he could do nothing about Blayce and what she did in Scancra.

He had always wanted to comfort her and was furious when his cousin Domitan of Masbolle tried to take her from him. Intent Emerald Eyes then looked down upon her. "Gods, is she beautiful." He remarked to himself. "If only I had left to be a knight..." He shook his head. "I'm a God! What more could I want?!" "You could want love..." said and icy whisper next to him.

Neal nodded with a sigh. "I only wish you weren't right Damien." Damien was the God of Ice and Flame. His golden eyes and sandy-colored hair had a small silver tint to it.

"It's like a curse on me!" Neal remarked with a scowl. He raised his hands up in frustration. "I am the God of Love! Why can't I stay away from my Seductress? Why can't I do anything about it!?"

"Maybe because it's true love..." trailed off Damien his voice now like the load roar of a large furnace. During the time that Neal had become a God, Damien had befriended Neal when no one else would. Suddenly he left, leaving Neal to think about what he said...

A/N: How do you like it? I /really/ should be working on my other stories but...I...BLAME THE PLOT BUNNIES!! But just as an reminder so you don't threaten to kill me about my other stories and updating, my Bday is in two days, my brother's is in three days, I go on vacation on August 21st, and don't come back till the 28th. Then I am sleeping over at my friend's house on the 29th. After that we are going to the LotR exhibit at the Museum on the 30th. After that, I have to go to school September 1st or September 3rd. I'm probably going to be busy during school so...yea...