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So many reviews for one chapter! Thank you all soooo much! xD

The vote for how Lucius should act was mainly how I was planning to write him first .

He wants to be kind but it's hard because he's a cold, bitter man!! Lol

Hope this will be ok.. it's not as long I'm afraid =[

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Two

Lucius was pacing in his room. What should he do with that magical boy downstairs? His brain was fuzzy with tiredness; it was well past midnight now.

"Barnabus!" he shouted, and in moments, his dark, wise friend had entered his quarters.

"Yes, my liege?"

"I don't know what to do with the nymph child," he said, slumping onto an elegant armchair.

Barnabus knelt on the floor so he was lower than Lucius.

"What do you mean, sire?"

"I don't know whether fear or trust works better when trying to discipline."

"If I may, sir, I believe trust would be better for the both of you," Barnabus said looking up timidly. "It would also help when you – ahem – attempt to become immortal."

Lucius put his head in his hands.

"I'm not sure about this idea now, Barnabus. What would the Gods think of me?"

"Sire, please! Don't speak such rash thoughts! Do you not remember the tales of the Erastes? You are just like one of them and they were Gods."

Lucius thought back to the many tales of the Gods who kidnapped boys to make their lover. But the Erastes gave the boy something back; an education. What could Lucius offer this nymph?

"So how do I get him to trust me?"

"No threatening movements. He's obviously a very timid, apprehensive child. He needs soft words and slow movements."

Lucius grunted his clarification.

"Should I go and visit him at this late hour?"

"I would say so, before he plots revenge. Besides, he is nocturnal."

Lucius got up and made for the dungeons, but before he left he turned to Barnabus and said, "Thank you, friend."

"You're quite welcome, sire."

Lucius left and made for the spiralling staircase that led to the dungeons.

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The nymph-whose-name-was-now-Harry was slouched against the cold, stone wall holding his injured leg.

He felt restless and agitated; never before had he been forced into confinement, but, after a number of hours he'd given up trying to bend the bars or saw them in half with his pocket knife.

As much as he hated names – it was such a human thing – he decided 'Harry' wasn't all that bad. He could have been named after one of the stupid Greek Gods or a Greek ruler. But 'Harry' was simple and... nice.

Harry decided to wait patiently until this Lucius man came back; then he would make his escape. For now, though, he might as well get some rest. It would not be easy.

However, after finally getting into a light nap there was a rattle of keys and the squeak of a door opening. His eyes shot open and he found himself gazing at a broad, beefy soldier with a bushy, black beard and a long plait of dark hair running down his back.

"Hello, there, pixie boy," the man whispered. Harry remembered him as the man that threw him into this wretched cell; Johan.

Harry stood up when the man started stalking towards him but winced when he felt strain on his stinging leg.

"Are you cold?" Johan asked, a glint in his eye.

"I'm fine thank you," he said flatly, subconsciously backing further into the wall. "I've been through worse in the forest."

"You think so?" Johan was now directly in front of Harry who suddenly felt very meek and insignificant next to this giant.

Harry tried to edge away but the man placed his huge hands either side of Harry's head, effectively trapping him.

"Excuse me, please," Harry said stubbornly staring at the man's dark brown eyes.

"Why would I do that? This is such an excellent opportunity for me to have my immortality."

"What?" Harry whispered. He tried to duck away from the man's burly arms but Johan was quicker. He grabbed Harry's neck and pushed him back against the wall.

"Not so fast, nymph," he hissed.

Harry started kicking and pushing but he was useless against such a monster of a man.

"Shh," Johan cooed. His grip round Harry's neck loosened and he stroked a chunky finger over Harry's lips.

Then, suddenly, Harry felt the bushy beard rubbing against his chin as the man forced his tongue into Harry's unwilling mouth.

Harry started as he felt a large hand cupping his crotch.

He tried pushing away but as his nymph so-called powers kicked in he felt himself wanting to help this disgusting man to immortality...

He felt like crying.

"Johan? Are you down here?" the demanding voice of Lucius resonated round the stone walls and immediately Johan pulled away.

Harry almost felt thankful to Lucius.

"Don't tell anyone or I will make your life agony," he growled, and ran out of the cell and shut and locked the door.

Harry was shaking and his chin was burning from the friction with the man's beard.

"Yes, my liege. I was guarding your nymph," Johan said bowing low as Lucius appeared from the spiral staircase.

Lucius said nothing as he approached Harry's cell.

"You may leave, Johan," he said without taking his eyes off Harry, but Harry didn't miss the warning look he got from Johan.

"Have you come to accept your name, Harry?" Lucius asked as he unlocked the cell door.

Harry folded his arms – protectively or stubbornly, he didn't know.

"I agree that I could have been given a worse name after one of your brainless Gods so 'Harry' suits me," he said bluntly.

"How dare you talk of our Gods like that?" Lucius shouted and he raised a hand as though to slap Harry.

Harry flinched and hid under his arms.

But the blow never came.

"Don't speak that way about the Great Gods or there will be consequences," Lucius said calmly and as Harry took a peek from under his arms he noticed Lucius looked more composed. "Would you like to come out from this cell?"

Harry nodded slowly, but pushed himself further back into the stone wall as Lucius now approached him. When Lucius reached him he gently held his jaw and stared at his mouth and, for a horrible second, Harry thought Lucius was going to force himself on his lips too.

However, the man just continued to study his lips.

"Why do you have this rash round your lips?" he asked, stroking a finger round Harry's mouth.

Harry said and did nothing even though he knew what that rash was from; Johan's bristly beard.

"Tell me, Harry," Lucius said softly and, looking up into Lucius' eyes – silver, Harry noted – he saw genuine concern.

"If you don't wish to tell me now, I shall give you time to tell me later," he said letting go. "Come, you may see my home."

Lucius wrapped an arm around Harry's waist and they left the dungeons.

Sorry if it's too short!

Yeah, Johan's gonna be the annoying character that ruins stuff =]

Thank you again to everyone who reviewed!! =D

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