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Based on the song 'Dance With The Devil' by Breaking Benjamin.
Beta'd by AirKnitter (AKA: Gwendal Von Voltaire, AKA: Big Brother Gwendal) read her stuff!
HERE IT IS!!
The ride back to the castle passed quickly, the scenery ignored as the occupants of the carriage had their gaze focused on the tiny limp blonde bundle wrapped in the oversized green coat. Celi ran her fingers through his dirty, matted blonde hair, murmuring comforting words to him while Yuuri kept a firm hand on Wolfram, preventing him from rocking too much in the wobbly carriage that was speeding down the narrow dirt path.
Yuuri couldn't keep his eyes from trailing to the curled up ball of mazoku who didn't seem to hold a candle to the brave soldier Yuuri had seen only a few short hours ago. Could the spit fire prince really be this scared child clutching his mother as tightly as he could, as though scared that she might let go and allow him to fall?
But Celi didn't let go…she only held on tighter when she felt her baby shiver or heard him whimper when Wolfram was struck with a sudden memory.
When they arrived at the stony walls of the castle, Conrad was the first to hurriedly swing the carriage doors open and gather the broken blonde bundle into his arms and start rushing for an odd hallway that Yuuri didn't recognize. Gwendal rushed in the opposite direction towards the infirmary, no doubt seeking Gisela. Yuuri looked around helplessly as others moved around him quickly to run quick errands to and from the mystery room. He didn't know what he was supposed to do to help. He felt a small hand come down to cover his and blinked as Celi smiled sadly at him and nodded her head reassuringly.
They made the venture down the unfamiliar hallway together as Yuuri obviously didn't know how to find his way around the plain corridor. It didn't take them any time to reach a small wooden door on the left. It was closed, but Celi didn't hesitate to gently open the door to another world altogether.
Yuuri had never seen this room before, but he enough felt as though he knew this room very well…it seemed oddly familiar.
Its walls were an odd blue-green color and the small room was largely dominated by a four-poster queen sized bed with soft sheets in the same shade as the walls. The mattress seemed to be even softer then Yuuri's, and it was sunken down where Wolfram lie in the middle of it, currently being examined by Gisela. If Yuuri would have asked, he would have been answered that the extra soft mattress was to keep Wolfram from rolling around in his sleep. He was sure to be plagued by nightmares and have fits in his sleep.
Gazing around the room, Yuuri could see hints of Wolfram in it. The old wooden sword by the small desk, the easel by the window, the bookshelf on the left side of the bed adorned with volumes varying from picture books to lengthy tomes on subjects like battle strategies. But there were also little pieces of the room that didn't seem to be like Wolfram at all. The stuffed animals decorating a blue armchair certainly weren't the flame wielder's…and the ornate music box on the end table couldn't possibly belong to the tough Wolfram…or could it?
Where was this place?
Yuuri took a step closer to the bed and examined the bandages that Gisela was carefully wrapping around Wolfram's beaten and bruised angel's face, the healer's green eyes concentrating fervently. Yuuri could feel his fingers twitching anxiously, wanting to do something to help, wanting to fix the situation. He turned to glance at the other occupants of the room.
Celi's hands wringing nervously, her plump bottom lip being chewed raw. Gwendal's once stern face crumpled in obvious worry, the extra wrinkle adding to his stern countenance. Conrad's always smiling face wearing a deep frown for once, his eyes never leaving his little brother. If Yuuri would have been able to see his own posture, it would have shown how worried and anxious he, himself, was.
"I'll need everyone to leave…" Gisela whispered quietly, looking sad and regretful, her green eyes facing the floor as she spoke these words.
Yuuri was the only one who questioned why.
Conrad unwillingly answered Yuuri's question, ushering out of the door. "Gisela needs to check Wolfram's…internal…damage. He was raped as well as abused; he needs an entire anal check now."
Black eyes widened and his heartbroken face grew even more so. Yuuri hadn't been aware that Wolfram had been raped. He had only thought that Wolfram had been beaten. His eyes quickly narrowed.
"Where is that man…?" Yuuri whispered quietly, his head bowed towards the ground.
Gwendal answered quickly. "In custody. He's being held in the castle dungeons."
The black haired boy answered in a steady voice, his tone unforgiving. "Do your worst…" And with that, Yuuri turned around and entered the bedroom once more, ignoring Gisela's orders to stay outside.
Gisela's eyes widened as they met Yuuri's determined ones. "Your Majesty!"
"What do I need to do?" Yuuri asked. He removed his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white undershirt up to his elbows.
The healer sighed and reluctantly started giving orders, a little glad for the unwanted help. "We need to flip him over. I've already tended to his front, and his back is probably worse off. Are you prepared for this, Your Majesty?"
Yuuri's obsidian orbs glowed with courage as he nodded firmly. He gently took hold of Wolfram's arms, glad that Gisela had put him into a deep sleep, and flipped him over, being careful to mind the bandaged limbs.
Gisela carefully removed the blankets, exposing Wolfram's bruised porcelain skin. Immediately, Yuuri set to healing he cuts on Wolfram's back, restoring the skin to its unscarred state. Gisela pulled on a pair of gloves before slowly and carefully inspecting Wolfram's bottom, pressing and prodding at it and allowing Yuuri to heal the tiny cuts around the small puckered hole, which held more resemblance a beaten flower now. Gisela took a wet washcloth and started dabbing at the dried semen and blood, trying to clean Wolfram as best as she could.
Gisela was surprised at how calm Yuuri was, he seemed to be working with quiet precision, ignoring the fact that he was currently probing at Wolfram's entrance. He seemed to be completely focused on healing him, no matter where said wounds were. Gisela was also surprised at the fact that he was able to use so much magic at one time without going Maoh. It was astonishing…she knew that her father had been tutoring Yuuri in using magic, but she didn't expect for him to be at this level already.
But, unfortunately, healing magic only goes so far. Wolfram would still be in a lot of pain for a while, and his arms and legs would ache for an undetermined amount of time…but that would all heal…
What Gisela was most concerned with, was the mental damage that Wolfram would go through. That was something only time could heal, and she hoped from the bottom of her heart that Yuuri would stay by Wolfram's side and show him how to trust again…
…and more than anything, she hoped that Wolfram's wounds weren't too deep to stitch up…
TADA!!! There it is~! The much awaited chapter! How did ya like it?
--Wolfram
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