My Heavenly Demon
'The Guardians' a worldwide clan of humans blessed with holy weapons and magics to maintain the divine balance of good and evil by keeping the demon population down. What happens when a guardian encounters a demon that changes everything? Based in a fantasy era that is a mix of Edo Japan, Renaissance England, and a more modern way of thinking.
Tezuka x Fuji and mentions of Oishi x Kikumaru
AU|Yaoi|Lemon|OOC|Fluff|Bondage|Violence|MPreg|Non-Con|Kidnapping
Chapter One
In the world, there will always be good and bad, dark and light, wrong and right, holy and unholy. It was all divine balance if you will. There can not be one without the other. It is how the world is kept in balance and should one completely disappear, the world would be cast into chaos and everything would cease to exist. That is why the guardians existed.
The guardians were a faction of human beings that had been blessed with spiritual abilities to maintain this divine balance. Their job was to keep evil from rising to power. These guardians were born into a clan, this clan was made up of a few families and for millennia this passed on through the generations. Each new member was trained in unique talents and abilities. Some wielded weapons and others used holy magics. Few used both weapons and magics.
Of the guardians, there were the families Tezuka and Oishi, the sons of which were weapon wielders. To the son Tezuka, he wielded a sword called 'Kurenjinguburēdo' or 'Cleansing blade'. The kurenjinguburēdo was a great sword, the blade was forged of blessed steel, its size nearing that of its wielder and the end of which held a shape much like an ovate leaf. The hilt was carved and polished out of the bones of a seraph, the guard was made of purified silver and shaped of stylized angel wings, and the end of the hilt capped with a holy crystal held in place with purified silver wires which also wrapped about the bone hilt for grip. To the son Oishi, he wielded a large scythe called 'Pājinguburēdo' or 'purging blade'. The pājinguburēdo was a large scythe, the blade was forged of blessed steel, the blade serrated with deep grooves inset in each groove was a smaller blade of purified silver and was nearly the same size as its wielder. The snath was carved polished out of the bones of a seraph. leather braids fastened to it to help with grip, the end of the snath was capped in purified silver and inset with a holy crystal.
Both son Tezuka and son Oishi grew up together, peers and best friends. Both in their early twenties, they were majorly responsible for dispatching low and mid-level evil, regardless of species, with clan members of their age group. The older, more experienced, and more powerful clan members were responsible for high and ancient level evil.
Young Tezuka Kunimitsu, only twenty-one years of age, stood tall and strong. A no-nonsense type of character with a stoic face and an indifferent attitude. His hair and eyes of dark chocolate, his skin of honey-hue. Muscular and fit without being disgustingly muscled. His voice was deep and velvety. His hair was always cut to perfection, not too short or too long, always groomed perfectly.
Young Oishi Shuichiro, twenty-two years old, stood shoulder to shoulder with his best friend. A gentle and kind character though could get mean when angered. His hair black as night and eyes of olive green, his skin a honey-hue that rivaled that of his friend's skin. He too was well muscled and fit. His voice too was deep and velvety though an octave lower than that of his friend's. His hair was short and slick against his head with two short tendrils over his forehead.
Both men were experts at their craft and wielded their weapons with expert precision. All children at an early age, when born into the guardians, underwent rigorous training. Be it with a weapon or with magic, every child was not spared. Their duty to maintain the divine balance weighed heavy. Neither Tezuka or Oishi were ever spared as was to be expected, however once older they both decided to undergo even more training, and often sparred with each other with non-lethal replicas of their weapons. Granted being hit with a large blunt weapon still packed quite a punch and they would still occasionally end up with some fractures if hit in an area that was not armored.
The types of armor differed from person to person based on their weapons or magics. Both Tezuka and Oishi wore blessed steel and bronze breastplates and pauldrons that were held in place with leather straps. They also wore leather bracers boned with purified silver. Only when in a battle or war did they wear more armor, as one on one combat usually did not require them to wear more.
Oishi and Tezuka walked side by side through the streets of their town. Strapped to Tezuka's back in a leather and wooden sheath was kurenjinguburēdo, while Oishi carried pājinguburēdo balanced over his shoulder. They were patrolling as they often did, their attention focused on the inhabitants of the town and their guests, be it human or another type of creature. Harmony in as much as possible. There were often fights and arguments between person, creature, beast, or whatever; as long as there was no act of evil or malice, they did not intervene.
Up ahead, waiting for the two was a young neko named Eiji. The neko had been friends with the two humans since they were all young. In their mid-teens, Oishi and Eiji became lovers. Despite being met with prejudice, they remained lovers ever since.
Eiji, just twenty years old. He stood just shy of half a head shorter than his lover. His hair ruby in color and shoulder length and in a perpetual 'bed head' style. His little fluffy cat ears perched atop his head, matching his hair and long fluffy tail in color. His eyes a sapphire blue and skin cream colored. A sweet and happy-go-lucky creature by heart, he would brighten any room the moment he walked into it. He was lithe, buttoned with a soft, perpetually youthful face.
The Neko waved from his spot in front of a popular diner. The diner was called 'Ritābokkusu' or 'The Litterbox'. It was owned and run by Nekos but was quite popular among every species. They served great food and had a milk pastry that Eiji pretty much lived off of. "Hoi!" he called cheerfully.
"Good morning, Eiji." Oishi cooed with a bright smile. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss to Eiji's forehead once close enough. His redhead lover smiled, his head canting slightly as he did so.
Tezuka nodded his greeting while scanning the cobbled street and the persons traveling it. Ever vigilant. He noted a few sketchy looking creatures, but nothing to fuss about. A small group of four teenagers walked by talking animatedly about demons, speaking of one they saw that had looked like an angel rather than a demon. Tezuka nearly scoffed at the notion. He had yet to meet a demon that did not look like a demon in some fashion. Even the most human appearing ones had some kind of telling sign and never did one look like an angel. That was ridiculous.
"Ne, Ne, Ku-chan!" Eiji called waving his hand to get the guardian's attention. Dark chocolate eyes turned to him, an eyebrow cocked upwards. He had heard several times in the previous couple days of an angelic demon and he noticed the teens walking by and heard what they said. His ears flicked about. "I keep hearing about this angelic demon! I wonder if there is something to it. Nya."
Oishi looked to his friend who simply shook his head. "Unlikely." He said, his attention going back to his lover. "Chances are it is an actual angel and not a demon," he said.
"Stark white wings." said a passer-by interjecting into the conversation, an elderly woman. Hunched over and blind in one eye. The milky glaze to the eye was more than telling. "No one knows if it is male or female, but it is said that the demon has ethereal beauty with stark white wings that span twice it's body size." she droned.
"How is that possible?" Oishi asked. "You are describing an angel."
The granny cackled. "Perhaps I am. Maybe I am not. This is no angel as its wings are not feathered but that of a bat wing."
Tezuka crossed his arms and listened to the granny and his friend go on about this rumored demon. Eiji hung off of Oishi's arm listening intently, his ears and tail flicking with his excitement on the topic. The Neko was so easily excited.
"Perhaps there is something to these rumors," Oishi said, olive green eyes looking to the tall brunette. At the very least they could look into it. What if the rumor was true? This very well could be a threat that would upset the divine balance. "We should at the very least ask around."
"Alright, we'll ask around." Tezuka conceded.
On the outskirts of the town in the forest that encompassed the town, a figure moved gracefully and weightlessly through the underbrush. A dark cloak covered the figure, the only thing to be seen was cerulean eyes shining from beneath dark and long eyelashes. The bright eyes focused on the town and the inhabitants within view.
The figure moved further from the town, taking shelter in a nearby cave. Its thin clawed fingers found the clasp on the cloak, undoing it and the cloak fell unceremoniously to the dusty ground to reveal a young man. The young man looked to be no more than nineteen or twenty years of age. His hair hip length and caramel in color. His body lithe with narrow shoulders and a feminine curve to his hips and backside. His skin pale. His face feminine, heart-shaped with plump lips and sultry eyes. Along with his claws, he had fangs, long elven like ears, and on his back large white bat wings.
With a quiet sigh, white wings stretched from their folded position against his back. It felt so good to stretch them out, a small mewl escaped his lips as he did. It was so annoying to keep this precious wings folded under a cloak just to keep those guardians away. Not that he ever really had an issue with them. They never believed he existed. Which, to be honest, he really didn't mind all that much. He liked being thought of impossible. It allowed him to live out in peace, his only real disturbance is when he had to sneak into town.
Picking up the discarded cloak, he traveled further into the cave. Deep within were many passages and chambers allowing him to have a little home. It was far from fancy and he did not have much. A small pit provided him a place to build a fire for warmth, light, and to cook. In an alcove, he had a bed of animal pelts and old bedding he managed to retrieve from a home that had been left empty after the elderly living in it passed on. In a chest near the alcove were all of his belongings, mostly clothing. Besides the chest was a pair of boots. Near the fire pit was a length of rope strung from one side of the cave to the other, on it hung some cloth and clothing. In his alcove, propped up against the wall of the alcove.
The blade was called 'Tenshinosasayaki' or 'Angel's whisper'. Tenshinosasayaki was a katana of light and dark. The blade was forged of unholy steel with hellfire from the depths of the netherworld, etched into the blade were designs telling of the angelic demon that wielded it. The hilt was carved and polished bones of a seraph, gems crafted of Lucifer's claws were inset on the hilt and the guard was made of the same steel as the blade. It held magics belonging solely to the one who wielded it as it was 'cleansed' using the blood of the demon.
Further into the cave system was a large cavern, within it a natural hot spring. This allowed the demon to bathe and clean his clothing. He could and often did enjoy countless hours in the spring, relaxing his body. The demon tied his hair up into a ponytail, securing it with a ribbon. He pulled off his clothing and headed to the spring, climbing into it. He breathed out a relaxed sigh and let his wings unfold into the water.
Tezuka stood with his arms crossed as he talked to the barkeep of a tavern. Why he got sent to deal with a bunch of lushes was beyond him. Oishi and Eiji went to the other side of town to question the people.
"This demon, the angelic demon. I have heard much about it from the people here. Take from it what you will, I personally would take it with a grain of salt." The barkeep said, an orc with a long black beard and bald head. Tezuka gestured him to continue. "It is said that this demon resides in the forest though no one has actually figured out where exactly, and no one is about to go looking for it either. A demon is a demon. Though it comes into town often and makes no effort to harm, maim, kill, or whatever. It buys wares and scavenges. Never does it linger."
"Have you seen it?" Tezuka asked and the orc shook his head as he dried a glass. "How does the demon come into town unnoticed?"
"It hides itself under a large dark cloak. So they say." The barkeep gestured to the tavern full of drunks to punctuate his last statement. "Grain of salt." he reiterated.
Tezuka nodded. "Is there anything else?"
"The demon which you seek lives in a cave just east of the town," A woman said, a siren based on the blue skin and black eyes.
"And how would you know this?" Tezuka asked an eyebrow cocked.
The woman grinned a toothy grin of razor-sharp teeth. "I know everything, guardian. The demon which you are questioning its existence. You do not believe such a demon could possess both angelic and demonic attributes. This demon goes by the name 'Syusuke', and wields a weapon of both holy and unholy components." she crooned.
Grain of salt. Tezuka turned and left the tavern. What harm would come of checking out this cave? Other than perhaps a waste of time. As he passed through the door Oishi and Eiji were heading down the cobbled street. The two lifted their hands in unison in a lazy wave as they approached. "Learn anything?" he asked them.
"No." Oishi sighed. "That same thing we already knew. Did you?"
Tezuka gave a sharp nod. "For what it is worth. According to a siren, the demon is called 'Syusuke' and he lives in the cave east of the town. According to the barkeep, he comes into town under the cover of a dark cloak." He gestured toward the east. "Let's go."
The group of three stopped at the mouth of the cave. Tezuka drew kurenjinguburēdo and headed in, the other two right on his heels. They walked through the passageways, taking the most worn paths. It was not long until they happened across the chamber with the fire pit, the animal pelt, and the old bedding-filled alcove. Signaling the other two to stop he continued into the cavern where the hot spring was. He was greeted with a huge span of white bat-like wings and a head full of brunette locks. "Demon," he said and the creature turned to look at him.
"Guardian," Syusuke responded. "You've finally found me." No verbal response came, the massive holy sword came down at him, and he easily dodged it, jumping to the other side of the spring. He turned to face Tezuka. He stood in the shallow water and fully exposed. "Aa. It's impolite to attack an unarmed man," he said, his voice soft and feminine, verging on melodic.
Tezuka raised kurenjinguburēdo again. His face set in stone as he stepped into the spring. He would not be swayed, this was a demon. A beautiful and angelic looking demon. Regardless, he had a duty. He lunged for Syusuke, who dodged once again, slipping passed kurenjinguburēdo and getting right in his face. A dainty hand met with his face, sending him off balance. The same hand connected with his chest, sending him backward onto his backside.
Syusuke crouched beside him, placing his forefinger under the guardian's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze with his claw. "What is your name, guardian?" No response, just dark brown eyes staring at him. "Alright. Whatever your name is, I have no interest in fighting. Please just leave me be." With that, he dropped his hand and walked passed Tezuka and into the chamber. He ignored the other two, going straight for the chest and putting on a pair of light-weight pants and ducked into the alcove to grab his katana. He didn't want to fight, he didn't want to hurt anyone. He just wanted to have a peaceful life, that's why he lived in this cave and tried to keep attention off of him. However. He would slaughter the three where they stood if he had to.
"Tezuka Kunimitsu," said the deep-voiced, stone-faced guardian. Syusuke smiled at him, his fangs gleaming. He kept his weapon raised and aimed at the demon. Cerulean eyes shined back at him. They stared at each other for a few minutes, the demon held his sheathed katana in one hand, his other hand hovering over the hilt. "If you do not wish to fight, accept your fate."
Oishi pushed Eiji behind him and lifted pājinguburēdo, readying for a fight. Syusuke looked to him and breathed out a very heavy sigh, looking completely exasperated. "It is our duty..." he assured the demon. It wasn't like they enjoyed killing creatures. However, it was what they were born into, it was their purpose in life.
"Have it your way." Syusuke hissed, pulling tenshinosasayaki out of its sheath. He lunged for Tezuka, their swords clashing, instantly repelling each other and sending their wielders flying in opposite directions. He caught himself while Tezuka crashed into the chamber wall. Not waiting, He lunged again only to have Oishi to swing out, halting him. He growled and hit the scythe with his katana. The raven-haired guardian moved his blade as soon as the brunette guardian was up.
Tezuka lunged and the two moved through the chamber and adjoining cavern while parrying each other's attacks. He managed to back the angelic demon into the cavern and corner him. With his blade to Syusuke's throat. The demon's blade blocked him from removing its wielder's head.
Syusuke frowned, the guardian's blade biting into his sensitive flesh. He growled at Tezuka who was too close to him. Had it been in a less lethal manner, he would not have minded too much. The Guardian certainly was delicious. Throwing his knee up, catching the guardian in the groin, then connected with his nose when he doubled over. This enabled him to move and put his blade to Tezuka's throat. Eyes set in a deadly glare. "I do not want to kill you, and I won't. Just go, please." he pleaded. He lowered his katana and moved passed the guardian.
Tezuka's nose bled profusely, staining his face and tunic. He sheathed his sword and followed the demon, one hand clasping his nose. Syusuke bent and grabbed the sheath to his katana and sheathed it. After depositing the sheathed weapon in the pile of pelts and bedding, cerulean eyes turned to him. "What?"
"Let me see," Syusuke responded, stepping up to the guardian. He was so much shorter than Tezuka. At least a head and a half shorter. He rocked on to the balls of his feet, standing on his toes as he swatted Tezuka's calloused hand away and examined the damage. "It isn't broken." He murmured. He took a moment to fetch a cloth and wet it in the spring, he then returned to the guardian. Once again on his toes, he wiped away the blood. "It may bruise a little, you'll be fine." Chocolate eyes met cerulean, and Syusuke smiled softly. He dropped the cloth and placed his hands on either side of Tezuka's face and pulled him in, placing a kiss to his nose. "A healing kiss," he informed as he moved away.
"… Thanks." Tezuka mumbled. His heart was racing in his chest, slamming into its prison. He was sure the demon could hear it going. He simply walked away, not wanting for anyone to notice the reaction he was having to Syusuke. "Why?"
"I told you, I did not want to fight. You gave me no choice. I simply fixed an injury I hadn't wanted to cause in the first place." Syusuke explained, dropping himself into his pelts and bedding. He held his hand over his throat where it bled from Tezuka's blade. "Now, please… Just go."
A/N: There is chapter one. I will upload once weekly, probably Mondays. I am finding this story so challenging, but it will be worth it! I promise.
