Ienzo was a very well behaved young man who attended Our Lady Of Saints, the very model of a perfect Alter Boy. Actually, he was in the choir, a soft voice to contrast the baratones and high pitches of the girls. He stayed after to help the nuns clean the church on this particular night.
"Ienzo. I much appreciate your staying behind to help us. We need a bit more manpower today." Ienzo smiled up from his place wiping down the pews up at Father Ansem.
"It's no problem, Father. Thank you for letting me stay behind. I was just going to vacuum the carpets and let everyone else leave early, then I'll be going. Is it alright if I lock up tonight?"
Father Ansem tensed at the question, but he trusted Ienzo boy had always been deep and silent, simply giving off an aura of innocence and faith; but that was what worried him. Ienzo started as the Father put his hands on the boys thin shoulders. He stared him in the eyes for a moment before sighing.
"Of course, but be very, very careful, Ienzo? This is a holy place, yes, but that doesn't mean that unholy things do not gather here." Ienzo blinked at the seriousness that overtook his mentor's face.
"Yes, Father, I understand." The elder nodded once, before walking out stiffly, crossing himself and exchanging a worried glance with Sister Namine.
Ienzo was a diligent worker and minded his time carefully, vacuuming the floors neatly in lines, before placing the tool in a closet. He wiped his hands together, and began walking to turn off the lights. He walked to through the darkness, and was suddenly hit with an odd feeling in his chest that made him shiver.
".... Even though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I fear no evil, for...." Ienzo jumped back horribly a loud thud came from the door that led to the basement. He glanced around before crossing over to the large wooden door, and pulled it open. He walked down the stairs cautiously, peering into the darkness.
He choked as he was slammed into a wall by a man... No! A boy, around his age. He'd mistaken him for a man because of his build. He was tall, at least a foot, maybe two, taller than Ienzo, and very muscular. His arms buldged and his chest was bare in Ienzo's face. He wore loose jeans that hung low on his hips, and an inverted cross was burned into the skin of his right side, along with a ring of sixes surrounding it. Ienzo could not hold in his gasp, shaking fingers tracing over the brand. The boy above him grumbled, and he glanced up into milky black eyes.
"Why hello, little lamb. Has thou Shepard abandoned thee?" The voice was rumbling and deep, and Ienzo could tell by the way it spoke it was an older demon.
"My Shepard would never abandon me! He simply allows me to walk along of my own free will." Ienzo was afraid of this apparent demon, even more frightened to know why this monster had been trapped in the basements of the Church. He was unsure if talking back would anger this Demon, but he had to defend!
"Ohho, a black sheep perhaps? And how far does thou wander from the herd?" The demon seemed amused, trialing strong, calloused fingers down Ienzo's cheek.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ienzo snapped, glaring and jerking his head away.
"Thou certianly has spark about thee, Ienzo." The demon's voice was laced with amusement and... something else. Ienzo glanced sheepishly up, then gasped.
"How do you know my name!" The demon chuckled at Ienzo's anger, the vibrations fron his chest shaking Ienzo's whole body. The boy drew in a hissed breath, almost silent to himself.
"I know quite a lot about thee, Ienzo. My name is Lexaeus." Ienzo stared up at the demon, trying to absorb his name. It was spoken with a thick accent, and his thin eyebrows furrowed.
"Well, Lex-a-us...Lex-e-us, you, let me go!" He snarled, fumbling over the odd name. The demon laughed again, then slid his hands down to grasp Ienzo around the waist. He lifted him swiftly, pinning the boy to the wall.
"I don't think I will let thoust go. I quite like thee." He shifted Ienzo's wrists into one hand, hauling the boy up with ease. Ienzo's voice caught in his throat as he stared Lexaeus, the man's other hand wandering around his side.
"Let me go! Stop this!"
The demon ignored Ienzo's pleas, popping the buttons on the teen's shirt and pants. Ienzo's breath came fast, squirming away from the hand pulling his pants off. Lexaeus smirked and pushed his palm agaisnt the smallish bulge in the boys underwear. Ienzo gasped and twisted more, but the demon didn't let up groping his hand and swirling his fingers. Ienzo panted and moved, his body tingling and on fire. No one had ever touched him. He'd never even touched himself; washing in the bathtub made him blush.
"This is wrong and sinful and- ah!" He choked on his hysterical words as the demon grasped him with a firmer touch.
"I thought thoust Shepard let thee wander ast thou pleased?"
The demon smirked and raised his hand to fondle Ienzo's chest. The boy began panting agian, giving up his protests. He felt strange and sedated, but so very aware of himself in a way he never had before. His nipples were stimulated with the large thumb, so much so he could almost feel each indentation of Lexaeus' fingerprint. His wrists hurt, and he wrapped his thin legs around the demon's waist, his mind buzzing.
The demon released his wrists and moved closer to the boy, both hands going to work at his chest. He swooped down to bite and tougne at Ienzo's neck, and the boy's eyes rolled back into his head as he rocked and bucked his hips agaisnt the demon. Lexeaus made a contented noise and ground back agaisnt the boy, causing his eyes to snap open and to release all over the demon. Ienzo gulped in lungfulls of air, hands shaking as tears dripped down his cheeks. Lexaeus set Ienzo down, standing tall over the boy.
"The little black sheep blends in the edges of the herd, but can never enter the safety of the center again. I trust thee will find me if thoust Shepard does not take thee back in." The demon backed up and slunk down the stairs, and Ienzo watched the murky eyes until they slipped off into the shadows, pulling the heavy door shut. Ienzo hissed as his wrist burned, the one Lexaeus had been holding. A small ring of sixes was lightly burned to the left of his viens, looking like a birthmark, very smooth and only slightly darker than his skin; not like the scarred brand Lexaeus had. He stared at the door and sighed as he stood and gathered his clothes.
"Even though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I fear no evil, for you are with me...." Ienzo recited softly, the words taking on a whole new meaning for him. He glanced at wrist, then at the door, and smiled.