Disclaimer: No I don't own Demon Diary but it'd be cool if I did. I'm also not trying to pick on Chris on purpose but that's what this Chapter (and maybe the next few) is about. Chris' one of my favorite characters but if you've read the entire set of Demon Diary books, you'd see that he usually is the one who ends up with the worst of luck. This is also my very first fanfic so any advice would be greatly appreciated.

NOTE: Sorry that this chapter's bleak.

"Not again," said Chris as he stared at the window in his room from his bed, shaking his head he got up. This had been happening quite often lately, Chris would sleep and dream about the day he became the High Cleric of Rased, but just when it was getting good, Krayon or Raenef or even sometimes Eclipse would somehow enter his dream and he'd end up fighting them, but no matter how hard he fought, he could never win.

"Why is it like this every night? I bet Erutis poisoned me or something, this has been going on for a week now," Chris said quietly to himself. He always felt better if he could blame it on someone, for whatever reason no matter how far fetched his excuse was. He stared at the moon thinking of what happened before he woke up.

FLASHBACK

Chris was doing the usual Studying of the Scrolls to see if he overlooked something about how the powers of the Cleric should be used. Even though he was now the High Cleric he was still forced to read and re-read those scrolls, he'd practically memorized them by now. Just when he was about to call it a day, a loud explosion came from the other side of the temple.

Chris quickly ran over to where the temple's bombarded area forgetting about the proper ways of a Cleric. What he saw shocked him, it was Raenef staring straight at Chris, a Dark Arrow ready at hand.

"Raenef," Chris breathed stunned at the penetrating glare Raenef gave him. It reminded him of when Raenef's personalities split and he was staring at the evil one. He couldn't believe that this was the case this time too.

Before Chris could react, Raenef threw the Dark Arrow at him and just in the nick of time, Chris moved, narrowly missing him. The impact the Arrow had sent plenty of dirt and debris into the air though, causing Chris to repeatedly dodge broken remains of his cherished temple.

"Why Chris, don't you want to play with me," said Raenef giving Chris a smirk before he created another Dark Arrow. 'He almost hit me,' thought Chris. He was frozen to the spot with a stunned and horrified look of Chris when he saw Raenef throwing the dangerous Dark Arrow at him.

END OF FLASHBACK

The rest was a blur for Chris and he really didn't mind that, he was sure that it was something full of gorgy things and immensepain. Chris didn't seem to feel like he was a good fighter in his sleep.

Longing to find something to do to kill all this time that he had, not wanting to go back to sleep in case that wretched dream were to return, he left his room and went in search of Raenef's room.

After a long time of walking, going in circles, and repeatedly getting lost, he reached Raenef's room. 'Maybe he might want to help my booby trap Erutis' room so that she'd look like a wet chicken in the morning,' thought Chris, smirking at the sheer thought of seeing Erutis' angry face.

When he was standing in front of Raenef's room, he hesitated. Images of fighting Raenef in his dream were coming back, that and the memory of the last time he tried waking Raenef up. He took a step away from the door, he didn't want to continuously jab tissues up his nose.

Sighing heavily, Chris walked away. He was deep in thought when he came across a room he never had seen before. Nearly, walking past it, Chris stopped and took a step back. He looked at the dark mahogany door that had dark, almost black, purple velvet curtains nearly covering and pretty much concealed the door. It had a gold knob on the door shaped like a ball of fire.

Standing there, Chris thought of whether or not he should go inside the room. Eventually, he let curiosity get the best of him and slowly and as quietly as he could, he turned the knob and opened the door.

The room was almost pitch black but shockingly his eyes quickly adjusted to the lack of light. What he saw blew him away. There were five beautifully painted portraits of every Raenef demon lord, including Raenef the fifth. On the left side of the room was a dark oak door, ('probably leads to the bathroom,' thought Chris,) with a dark sapphire knob. After a good look at the floor, which had purple velvet carpeting with gold at the rims of the wall, the floor sunk in about three or four steps. A few feet from that was a large, almost king sized bed made of more dark mahogany with the same purple velvet curtains draped on every corner of the bed with violet silk sheets and pillows. In the center of the bed was a man with raven colored hair, 'this must be Eclipse's room, not bad but it could use a lot more light,' thought Chris as he quietly tip toed to the other side of the room.

The other side of the room there was a large collection of books stacked on shelves. In the center of the shelves of books where the rows ended was a well-varnished oak desk with three drawers on each side, each having their own golden knob, on the top contained a nice set of quills and a few bottles of ink. There was also a book there and as Chris slowly walked up to the desk, he read silently, "Eclipse's Diary." His heart was pounding as the adrenaline coursed through his veins. Chris quickly grabbed the book, sat down on the floor, and carefully opened the book.

Chris flipped through the book, scanning to find something interesting, after searching through the book for a few minutes, Chris came to an interesting page.

"July 28th, as you know, I have been desperately trying to teach Raenef how to do the Death Drill and teach him how to take advantages of being the demon lord of his dimension but it has not been going as I planned. After I explained to him for the third time about the importance of learning this, I found shockingly that he had falling asleep again. At times you must wonder, how much sleep does he get? I was going to wake him up but then I realized how innocent he looked in his sleep. I know it is improper to grow attached to your master but it's hard when you're serving someone like Master Raenef. He's so unlike his father but yet he has some traits of him too. Thank goodness no one will ever get their hands on this book or they're going to die by my hands. I've got to go now, Raenef's crying, I think it wasn't such a good idea to leave him in the classroom, I hope he doesn't think I've abandoned him."

Chris just sat there, too stunned by what he just read. 'Was it really true? Did Eclipse have feelings for Raenef? Did demons have emotions? Does Raenef like Eclipse?' all these thoughts were running through Chris' head. When he finally snapped out it the shocking trance, he felt a hole being burned into his back and was it just him or was it getting darker it there? Chris slowly turned around, utterly fearing what might be right behind him.

Chris had a right to be afraid, he also had a right to swear that he didn't read a thing. Right behind Chris was a very ticked and pissed off Eclipse, he had a dark flame in his right hand, ready strike Chris with it at any given moment. Chris backed off into a corner as Eclipse picked up his Diary to see what page he had read. Eclipse turned back around to face a terrified Chris, Eclipse looked like he was about to char broil Chris.

"Don't say a word about this to Raenef," said Eclipse in a razor sharp tone that cut through the air like a hot steak knife to butter.

"W-what ever y-you s-s-say Eclipse," squeaked Chris. Chris sprinted out the door and ran blindly through the halls trying to put as much distance away from Eclipse as possible.

When Chris finally ran out of breath, he was lucky enough to find his way to his room. He quickly went inside and went to his bathroom. He marched up to his marble sink, turned the golden knob and doused his head in the refreshing water. He kept his head in the sink until he had finally calmed down, when he did he grabbed a white, vanilla scented towel and dried off. He walked towards his bed, threw the towel in a random corner and collapsed onto his bed. He grabbed a pillow and put it over his head while closing his eyes, wishing that it were all a dream.

He then slowly placed the pillow under his head, opening his left eye only enough to see if the sun was starting to rise. Surely enough it was, Chris could see the slightly lighter streaks of blue begin to appear in the sky. Chris closed his eye, falling asleep into the abyss.

Ishya: How do you like the first chapter?

Chris: are you trying to murder me woman?

Ishya: No but maybe Erutis might try to in the next chapter

Chris: NO!

Ishya: well I might do another chapter, depending on whether or not you peeps want me to, I've never been good at stories and since this is my first fanfic comments and critz are more than welcomed -