I am so sorry for the long waited update. I got really lazy since the summer started after the stress of exams and I forgot that I had this on only on here as doc manager because I lose my computer at the end of he year. When I went to edit I made the mistake of not doing this on word with it saved on a memory stick. Long story short I raged because the doc manager time limit was up and I lost my chapter. BUT FEAR NOT HERE IT IS! I hope you liked it!

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"Care to explain why you took off." The man questioned, a glare plastered onto his face. "And don't even think about giving me some wise ass retort. I want to hear it from your mouth before I go to The Lords, informing them of an intruder in the west wing."

Malik just stood there, frozen in fear. He knew that if neither of them could come up with an adequate explanation their situation would land them in worse places than the dungeons, such as the public execution block. Luckily for Malik, Ryou was able to fulfill the man's request after snapping out of his own shock. "Malik is a friend of mine I grew up with in our home village within the Angel's territory. We decided to leave in order to travel the world and see what it has to offer. We stumbled upon the town of Kul Elna after a couple days of traveling so we can rest and collect supplies. Guards approached me saying I had to come with them to meet some demon Lords and I told them no and went on my way. They made a grab me, but I bolted. I got as far as the inn we were staying at before I was caught and brought here. I guess Malik had seen what had happened from the window of our room and followed me here. We are close friends after all and we made an agreement before we left that we would not leave the other behind."

Malik stared at his friend, impressed how the white haired teen could come up with such a lie. This was before he realized Ryou must have had time to think through his backstory ever since he was brought here. The tanned male, however, did not look fully taken by the answer provided. Giving the two a skeptical look, he spoke with suspicion laced into his voice, "I am not so sure if I should quite believe you. Your story just does not add up all the way. For one thing, if you both are angels, then why do you have pure white wings," he pointed towards Ryou before shifting his pointed finger to Malik, "while his back is as bare as a human's?"

Malik flinched as the man finished his sentence while Ryou began to seethe not only in anger and but fatigue. He did not get much time to rest and recharge his marallia (1) when he returned to the room. "I take it that you are going to persist questioning us on the matter until you get the truth, am I wrong?"

"No, you are correct, surprising from an angel."

"And why do you say that?" Malik inquired shakily through gritted teeth.

"Well it is just that your kind always seems so full of themselves that they are always right and above everyone else. They are usually the ones who have the first and last words in conversations and makes the rules. They would rather die than know the demon party has all of the power in a debate. But you, not only clarified a demon's demands but know he has an upper hand and swallowed your own damn pride and submitted."

Insulted, Ryou was about to tell the man off for believing in such horrendous stereotypes before a shaky hand touched his arm. His head snapped to the side to see Malik giving him a weary nod. After Ryou sent him a confused look, Malik clarified himself in a quiet voice, "Tell him the truth, Ryou. It provides him an answer and us an excuse, just don't go into detail." Ryou gave his friend an uneasy yet trusting nod before turning back to the irritated demon.

Ryou heaved a deep sigh before speaking once again, "He was abused by his parent in our village, as was I. Every day we were beaten and scolded for no reason. So we ran away, given this was during our first escape attempt, but they had easily found us. We tried to fly away but they were older and faster than the two of us combined so they were able catch and drag us back." Ryou's monotone voice choked over his words, his eyes cold and unfeeling. Though he did have his wings back, the memory of the pain they went though still burned brightly within his mind. "They sealed away our wings so we could not fly away again. My father decided to use powerful picture seal while Malik's was a slightly less powerful symbol seal. When a traveling circus came across our village, we were able to slip away and into the back of their truck by the end of their visit without either of our parents seeing. Mine was broken earlier today while Malik's is still in place on his back. I was going to break his and he mine along our journey when we stored up enough marallia but we were separated."

"Wait, if neither of you had wings, how were you able to get away again?"

"There was a traveling circus that came across our village and stayed for the week. We were able to meet up when we were both doing errands and came up with another escape plan. We were able to talk out a deal with the ringleader to get a ride in the back of his truck. So when we saw the chance to slip away undetected, we took it. You have your answers now, are you happy?"

The man stared at the two impassively. The two 'angel's' could see the war waging within his mind of how to handle the situation. Minutes later however, they received the answer that neither wanted to hear from the man's lips. "That may be the case, but then tanned one is still trespassing on owned property, a Lord's no less. I will still have to report you to them." The man then turned and began walking towards the door.

"WHAT!?" Malik screamed in shock. "How could you- do you even have a heart you bastard of a demon?!"

The man froze just before he crossed the threshold, shaking in anger which surprised the two 'angels'. "Of course I have a heart. I just don't feel like wearing it on my shoulder like over emotional brats such as yourselves."

"Are we overemotional brats or are you just a cold heartless bastard like all of the other fucking demons we have met?" Malik retorted, growing angrier by the second.

The tanned man chuckled humorlessly. "How are you supposed to know how a demon is to act with his emotions you condescending angel?"

"Why are angels always so condescending to you?" Malik threw back. "We are not all the same."

"Then why can't demons be looked at in the same light as you look at angels?"

"Because from almost all of the demon's I have met, which is a great deal mind you, they have all threatened us the same way. Self-absorbed bastards that are just waiting to get their hands bloody with any form of angel blood that comes their way. Just to assert that their species is the alfa species, with even the most innocent of angels and their families. It seems fitting to someone of your appearance and attitude."

Finally losing his, the tanned man turned to the two angels with a look of pure rage etched into his appearance. His wings fanned out behind his back threateningly as he bared his fangs in anger. He let his demonic marallia whip around him before letting it lash out at Malik. "Shut you god damn fucking mouth, you don't know us at all! WE ARE NOT ALL THE SAME!"

Malik, shocked the man lost his anger so quickly, just stood there frozen in his own fear. His body refused to move as the blast of pure demonic marallia came closer. As he felt the heat lick at his face, it dissipated into the air. The room was still, only filled with heavy panting followed by a soft thud. Both demon and angel look down to the white haired boy who was on his hands in knees gasping for air. A look of horror and pain was apparent on the teens face as he tried to no scream out in pain. Looking down at his left arm, he noticed it was covered in burn marks from the blast of marallia. His body refused to move as he felt the other's stares bore into his back. Tears of fear were tailing down his face as he began to tremble uncontrollably when he realized what happened. Ryou's true form had been reveled when he used almost all of the marallia he had left to absorb the demonic energy, but not enough to get away unscathed. His tail laid limply on the ground as his tears turned from clear to black in his right feline like red eye and to gold in his silver eye. Malik could see a small tell-tale signs of rounded horns poking out of white hair. His demonic wing with white markings littering his appendage laid limply against the floor alongside his angelic wing with black lines marring his delicate feathers. These lines that marred both both wings are a permanent reminder of the seals that were placed on him. Malik was the first to shake him from his stupor. He ran up to Ryou and pulled the frozen boy into his arms, one hand gently runs through his friend's white hair as the other rubbed circles into his back, in between his limp wings.

"Shh, Ryou, it's ok. Shh, shh." Malik continued to mutter words of comfort into his friend's ear as he continued his ministrations. Malik was well aware of the demon staring at the two in shock but ignored him, deeming his friend's mental state more important by miles. "Ryou I need you to look at me ok? Come on." Malik pulled back and tilted his friend's head up so that Malik was able to stare at his tear stained face with a placid expression. "Ryou, you need to go to sleep for me, ok-"

"No Malik, I don't need sleep. I'm fine." Ryou cut Malik off, mumbling like a lost child. Though he did not believe it, he was exhausted. Ryou shook his head out of his friend's grip and began to scratch at his arms, leaving red marks in their wake "Don't make me go to bed again, I don't wanna. I'm fine. (2)"

Malik grabbed his friend's hands in one hand and cupped his face with the other. "Ryou, listen to me. You are exhausted. You look as if you are going to pass out at any moment. Stop abusing yourself and get some sleep."

As this was taking place, the tanned man just stood there staring at the two, not sure whether to break up the moment or allow it to continue on. Deciding the ladder, he excused himself out of the room as the two continued to have their moment.

"Please Malik I am fine. Don't send me to bed please. I don't want to go to sleep." Ryou begged yet again. This went on for several minutes, a constant back a fourth. Ryou began to grow more frustrated and with what little marallia he still possessed, whether it be demonic or angelic, had begun to flare out weakly licking at Malik's exposed skin. His demonic marallia slightly burned Malik's skin as his angelic marallia did nothing but fan a warm waves against Malik's body. As Malik began to lose his patience with his friends, he let go of his friend's hands and rested the palm of his hand on his friend's forehead and muttered a small spell. Moments later, Malik removed his hand and Ryou fell into his awaiting arms, his white haired friend's off colored eyes closed in a spell induced sleep. Malik wanted to get his friend to sleep willing, never liking putting him to sleep when he is like this, but he was simply not cooperating with him. As Malik gathered Ryou up in his arms, he noticed the demon had left the room, probably waiting outside ready to ambush his with questions.

Outside the door, the man stood their growling impatiently as he waited for the demon to put the boy in a bed. He was not completely sure of why or how the tanned boy was able to get to him riled up so easily. What was his name again? Malark? Malarick? No, no...Malik? That was it. Malik. He supposed that the teen unconsciously knew which of his buttons that were the right ones to push. Soon he heard the door open and close again, standing outside was Malik. His eyes turned even and cold as he began his onslaught of questions. "What is he?"

"You are not telling anyone of this." Malik ignored the statement staring at the man.

"You never answered my question. Who and what the hell is he?" The tanned man demanded.

"That is not the same question you asked beforehand I am afraid. What even is your name anyway soldier boy?" Malik growled out. He was not going to play with this man when his friend's lifelong secret was exposed to this over reacting man. All of his life, protecting and ensuring that his secret was kept safe, shattered in one exhausted attempt to protect his best friend, his brother, from a small demonic temper tantrum.

"It's Marik, and I don't give a damn. Answer them or I will go to the Lords right now and tell them of what I just saw." The man, 'Marik,' growled out.

Malik bit back his remark, not wanting to risk any more of the safety his friend has left. If they found out, who knows what the hell would happen to him then. "Fine then, Marik, if youreallywant to know. FINE! I will only tell you the essentials, but if you want to hear the full version of our back story, get permission from Ryou yourself!

"His father was a powerful angel, one with so much magical energy it was unfathomable. His wife? A sweet and quite powerful demon woman who loved him very much. The two knew the others identities but didn't care and fell in love. The woman decided to mask herself as an angel so she could be with her love in public without suspicion. Along the way they married and had a baby boy, Ryou, who could not go out in public. Why? Because he was 3/4 demon and 1/4 angel. The husband starts to scorn his wife and child and a couple years later she mysteriously dies. They found Ryou covered in blood in the room when it happened and was blamed for the death and thus abused and later had his wings bound. But the thing was that it was not his mother's blood. Now that I have told you, will you refrain from turning him in?"

Marik stared at the furious angel, surprised how he kept calm through the whole tale. Realizing that there is more to this angel that meets the eye, he could be useful or even fun to keep around for the mean time. As Marik opened his mouth, he chose his next words carefully, "Fine, I shall with hold this information from the Lords. So when your friend rouses tell him his secret is safe with me."

Malik stared at the man in surprise and let out a breath of relief. "Thank you so much! He will still be pissed but much relieved." As Malik turned back to re-enter the room, a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Malik gritted his teeth before turning around and hissing out a sharp "What?"

"You still have a problem that I have the perfect solution to."

"And what exactly would that problem be?"

"How are you going to explain you sudden presence with whom is supposed to be The Lord's new mate? If you do not supply the right answer, you may either get sent to the dungeons for threatening their claim as mate or if you are lucky enough to just be thrown out altogether."

"I will just sneak around and hide in closets if anyone nears."

"That won't work all the time. There are some demons here such as myself who have honed their senses to detect presences easily just by their breathing."

"Arrogant bastard." Malik muttered. "But you make a good point." Malik looked away as he bit the inside of his cheek in frustration. The demon was right, no matter how much he wanted to deny it. Sucking up his pride, Malik turned his gaze back to the demon in front of him. "I remember you saying you had a solution?"

"Ah, so now you are open ears, I am not sure I want to tell you now because of that awful name you called me. What was it again? An arrogant Bastard? Not to mention that plan was so perfect, why don't you use it and see how far it gets you."

"MARIK!" Malik wined at the demon's threat. "Will you please find it in the bottom of your heart to help me stay with my best friend?"

"Well since you asked so kindly AND used my name, I think I can help you." Marik smirked down at the angel, pausing for a few seconds before continuing. "All you have to do is be my personal servant."

"Excuse me? Could care to explain to me how ENSLAVING ME will keep me close to Ryou!"

Marik let out an exasperated sigh, not wanting to explain his obvious plan. "Look, I came here looking for solitude for reasons of my own. If I say I picked up a servant along my travels because I took pity on how he was so harshly abused and needs a playmate or someone to bond and open up with, I doubt they would be suspicious plus you already have burns on your skin from you friend that 'show' signs of abuse."

"And why are you here looking for solitude? How do I know you are not a murderer and this place happens to be a safe house?" Malik asked, suspicion written all over his face.

"God you are annoying. If you want to know, you have to agree first and come with me to The Lords room. You get your answer and your friend, while I get to fulfill my kind act of the year and get benefits along the way as you keep up your act."

Malik twitched in anger as the demon said this. Of course, of course that was the meaning behind this. He should not have expected that the demon would just let him off with the title with the kindness in his black heart and be done with it. No, he really had to become his damn slave. "You fucking bastard." The angel muttered. "Fine, you have pushed my hand and lucky for you I am out of trumps."

"Heheh, you never hand any to begin with my fowl mouthed angel. now come along." Marik retorted with a smirk before he walked down the hall way with angered angel in tow.

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1…. (Ma-ril-li-a) a word I created that means magical energy. I wanted to refrain from using mana because it is over used. I am not sure if this is an existing words but oh well.

2…. The reason Ryou is acting like this is because it happened to me before. Everything Ryou said and did were along the lines of what I did such as scratching my arms and legs raw because I was so frustrated and someone telling me to stop was not helping me.

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