A/N:
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Chapter 10
Friendship and Fears
Kurt woke up to a beautiful song. He was in a cramped box room with a sheet and pillow beneath him. A girl's blue legs dangled off the window sill. He looked up.
He woke up.
Kurt was back in "his" room, the blue curtains only betraying a tiny amount of light to prove it was morning. He was alone in his bed as well.
"How quiet for a Tuesday…" He wondered aloud.
The blue elf suddenly leapt from the bed. TUESDAY! SCHOOL! Kurt ran in such a hurry he tumbled straight into Sephareith.
"Ugh, Was?"
"Milord?!" Sephareith looked around the room for danger. "Why were you so distressed?"
"I'll be late for school!" Kurt jumped up and swayed slightly.
"Please, sire, do not exert yourself." Sephareith smirked.
"Was ist so funny?" Kurt cocked his head like a confused puppy.
"Sire, it is a Tuesday, there is no school. How many days of human school did you have?"
"Five, Monday to Friday."
"Prince Kurt, our school days are Monday, Wednesday and Friday. There is no need to worry." The man was barely holding in his laughter.
"Oi, don't snigger like that, how was I to know?" Kurt huffed. As Sephareith broke into full throttle laughter Kurt pushed the man. Sephareith's wrist snapped against the bedpost and his laughter quickly turned to worry. As the man sped out of the room, Kurt saw a blur of yellow.
Kurt suddenly felt a rush of guilt. Had he offended Sephareith?
Kurt threw on a black t-shirt that covered his modesty with his grey pyjama bottoms. Leaving his room, Kurt began walking along the hall. However, without a keeper or his father, the place quickly became a maze. Kurt ended up just taking the staircases, hoping he would end up on a more recognisable floor.
Suddenly, he heard voices.
"The new slaves are coming soon, I'm scared." A feminine voice rung out.
"Why? They are just purple skinned like us, as always. You can't hate your own race, surely?"
"I curse the fact I was born purple, but it's mainly I'm scared of being replaced. The Dark Lord let me stay here as a maid rather than sending me back to the streets. What if he decided that I had lived a good enough life here and swapped me with another girl? I can't go back to that life, Ican't!"
"Calm down." The other voice pleaded. "You get paid here, surely you have savings? Besides, The Dark Lord will not throw you out. He has never taken a purple girl to his chamber, nor has he dismissed anyone so why would he now?"
"But you are a man. Things work differently for us women. When I was still a slave there was even a blue skinned girl being trained! Masters do not care for the laws; there are always a noble rich enough and sick enough. I'm getting older as well, so if I end up going back they will get worse." She burst into tears, "Please, scar my face! Don't let me go back to that life of pleasing men!"
Kurt turned the corner. The two purple skinned servants glared at him in shock. The girl had long green hair and was almost on her knees, gripping the man's arms for support.
"Sire?" The man squeaked.
"What is your name?" Kurt asked.
"Blad, sire. This is Des."
"Des." Kurt said simply. "Don't worry about what is to come. If things get that bad, please come and see me about working here. I will owe you a favour anyways."
"Will owe me?" The girl lifted her head.
"I'm lost." He blushed.
Both servants broke into smiles and Des wiped her eyes.
"You are on the servant's level, sire." Des began. "This level is where we prepare meals and wash items. Below is our living quarters and above is the ground floor, where the food hall and throne rooms are located. Above them are various study rooms and conference rooms. Three levels above that is where you're chambers are."
"Ah, thank you, Des." Kurt smiled.
"Sire, Des has to report back, can I take you anywhere?" Blad queried, leading the young prince to a corridor.
"Um, kitchen? I haven't eaten breakfast yet so…"
"Sire, it will be noon soon so what would you like to eat?"
"umm, How abo-
-UAGH!" Kurt gripped his stomach in pain and fell to the floor.
"Sire?" Blad was confused. Luckily, Sephareith appeared.
"Boy, this is the Prince. What were you doing to him?"
"Nothing, Lord Separeith, I swear! He said he was lost and hungry, so I was about to get him some food." Blad trembled. Attacking a royal meant certain death for him.
"Oh, he's hungry? In that case, could you bring some sort of meal to his chambers?"
"Yes, sire."
Kurt awoke, Sephareith's face staring at him.
"What-?" Kurt balked.
"Sire, you shouldn't wonder off without a keeper. You could be lost for days if you ended up in some parts of the castle."
"But I had made you mad, I wanted to apologise." Kurt pouted.
"Sire, I wasn't mad. I was just in shock." He seemed to waver at his confession. "Please, if you call, someone will fetch you. Once you have been here long enough an aid will no longer be needed. Besides, your father has summoned you for noon and you have little time to wash, dress and eat."
With that, Sephareith handed the boy a tray with an assortment of strange food. Some of it Kurt recognised from school, but being cautious had gone for food he remembered from his breakfast. It looked like a fruit salad by Kurt's guess, bar the slices of meat to the side.
Suddenly, Kurt felt very drowsy. He tried to question Sephareith but just ended up being scooped into the Head Keeper's arms.
"Apologies, sire. We need you immobile for a while. You won't be harmed at all."
Kurt didn't really trust Sephareith's words but knew he didn't have a choice. Again, Kurt was powerless to an elder, being carried around like a child. It wasn't a state he was used to or entirely comfortable with.
"Why am I paralysed?" Kurt fought.
"Sire, it is just anaesthetic, no harm will come to you."
Suddenly Sephareith's face began to waver. This was an illusion.
"Who are you?" Kurt struggled, before slipping away into darkness.
Azazel sprung up out of his chair, nearly knocking the table of maps over.
"Sire, whatever's wrong?" Sephareith asked.
"Kurt has been knocked out." Azazel felt himself hyperventilate, his demonic instincts surfacing. His generals looked on in confusion, till Seph dragged Azazel outside.
"Sire?"
"Azazel?" He wasn't answering.
"Zazel, snap out of it." Seph tapped his face.
The red skinned demon had a look on his face Sephareith hadn't seen in a long time. Pure terror. Nothing could hurt Azazel more than finding his child dead. And Seph had seen enough dead children in his time.
"Seph, I can't let it happen." Azazels breathing picked up. "Not again, it can't happen again. How will I find him?"
"Where did you last sense him?"
"Servants quarters, a guest room, the gardens."
"Zazel, I've got keepers following the perpetrator right now."
"Damn! If only we could vessel swap right now!" Azazel cursed, teleporting the two of them to the southern gate. Luckily the Keepers had cornered the kidnapper by a small Gazebo. Surprisingly a woman, she sat with Kurt's unconscious form between her legs, propping his head against her chest like a pillow.
"A Succubus?" Azazel breathed relief, Succubae didn't kill their demon prey, just devoured their energy. Still, she had a strong barrier around them both to begin her feed. Plus she was technically an endangered species and a high magic user. No one could get past it.
"Wait, Succubus, he's under a drain!" Sepharieth yelled.
"But he's so tasty already" She moaned slipping a hand up Kurt's shirt. His eyes flew open with a start, but his drugged body stayed numb. He couldn't move.
"This is the prince, you could be imprisoned." Seph warned.
"It's his fault, I came here as a guard but he gave of such a scent! This is how I eat too, don't make me starve!"
"Ahh." A blush burned into Kurt's cheeks as she slid her hands over him. She began to stroke his face gently.
"My, my, you can wake up after all that. Your power must be great indeed." She swooned.
"St-op." Kurt panted out, defenceless. All he could do was whimper as she moved in for a kiss.
"Wait." She grinned wildly. "You've never been kissed! So pure, so tasty!"
She bit down on his lip, eliciting a whimper.
"Azazel." Sephareith reminded him. "If you break the barrier you could kill Kurt in this state."
The demon Lord clenched his fists. "I'm working on it."
Kurt let out a cry as the Succubus licked his ear and a whimper as her hand slid to his trousers.
"A shame you're so protected. My kind can feed of off someone like you for years." She grinned.
"Nein… Bi-tte." Kurt struggled to move. Not much happened in the way of movement.
Until she bit down on his shoulder, sucking in the blood wildly.
It burned so much Kurt started screaming.
All Azazel and the Keepers could do is watch.
After she had drunk a fair amount of blood the succubus screamed in happiness. Kurt began to drop again, his blush deepening.
"Kurt?" Why hadn't he tried to move yet?
"Seph, she wasn't feeding off him, she poisoned him."
They cursed as she used Kurt's blood to teleport away. Her silhouette was seen in the distance.
Sephareith balked. "She really was trying to kidnap him. Keepers follow after her."
Immediately four took off, capes flapping in the wind. The rest began to run.
Azazel stood there for a long time, calming his breathing. When he was ready he teleported straight to where he felt Kurt's aura.
There was no Kurt, but the Succubus using his power perched on a tree branch.
"Let's make this one a fight to the death, king." The succubus grinned.
Kurt woke for once from a dreamless sleep. Looking up he saw a strange girl smiling down at him.
"Was ist this place?"
"Not a good place I'm afraid." The girl replied. She had sky blue skin and a blonde pixie. Kurt hadn't seen blonde hair since earth. She was essentially in a jewelled bikini like the other girls in the room. Just the other girls were more blurry.
Kurt tried to move again "Ach!"
"Careful, I think you've been poisoned." She whispered.
"How can you tell?"
"You didn't have any signs of putting up a fight. No one enters the improba trade willingly."
"Improba?"
"Usually female slaves."
"How long was I out?"
"Three hours since you've been here."
"Are we the only blueys?"
"Yes, as you can imagine we will fetch a high price even as illegal items."
"Can we get out of here?"
Her pale blue features strained with worry. "We could, but I would need to borrow your power a little."
"I don't have much more to give."
"Just enough to free these chains from me." She pleaded. "They seal my power."
"Ok. Take some then."
"Thank you." She sat his limp body against the wall and pushed her lips, slowly, gently onto his. Technically this was Kurt's first kiss, the Succubus had only bit him.
Then she took his hands, drawing the least amount of power she could.
As her chains clicked off, Kurt felt the rush of his first kiss. This strange girl with her elven ears and tail just like Kurt's was strangely beautiful.
"Right, let's go." She took a stip of Kurt's trousers and tied his hands together before hoisting him over her back.
"Tell me if you start slipping. And sorry I took your first kiss but at least it holds a lot of power. I'll repay you by freeing you."
Before Kurt could protest or ask how she knew this was the first kiss he had had, they teleported outside, the strain causing him to loose consciousness. The strange girl started to run and jump parkor style towards the tallest tower in the area.
They almost made it too, till a blood drenched demon teleported in front of them.
Azazel.
"Tsk." The girl teleported Kurt over to a rooftop. By the time she put him on the floor Azazel had already caught up, drawing dual swords from pocket dimensions.
"Never seen someone so angry." The girl commented. Looking closely however, Azazel was so consumed by instinct that the girl knew she wouldn't be able to beat him.
Pulling her own dual swords from a pocket dimension, she took up a fighting stance.
Azazel swung at her with such force a lesser demon would have been instantly killed. As a teleporter, she had to rely on her talent every few seconds to miss the precise, deadly blows.
Several gashes were bleeding profoundly from her arms, legs and chest. He nearly took her tail off a few times too.
Eventually Azazel threw his swords aside and it was clear he was powering his fists into balls of lightning. The girl knew this move too, but at her level Azazel would kill her and half the town.
Suddenly, a golden flash passed. The girl blinked and saw Sephareith take a swing at Azazel.
"Zazel snap out of it." He growled. Demon parents could kill everything when their young were threatened. And lately Kurt was causing Azazel's instincts to over react.
"Who are you two?" The girl called.
"Not now child." Seph yelled as Azazel went in for a kick. It connected with Seph's side, slamming him into a wall. Quickly he raced back, grabbing his electrically charged fists an aiming for a kick to his solar plexus.
"Child, wake Kurt now!" He barely managed before Azazel's fangs ripped a chunk of his shoulder off.
Suddenly, Sephareith's green skin disappeared. His true blue skin shone through, pale like the girl had. The rest of him was cloak and blood.
The girl pulled Kurt into her arms.
"Hel."
It was the woman from Kurt's dream. Her face glowed like a star. But not anymore.
Her face was pale, her swollen belly empty of both entrails and Azazel's unborn twins.
One was Red, one was blue. Both girls.
All three had been burned, cut, beaten. Their arms and legs ripped from their bodies, no longer anywhere to be found.
No clothes, no dignity, no life.
Kurt's red fists clenched in anger.
"Hel. Hel. Hel. HEL!" He roared so hard the moon herself shook.
The grass was stained red with the corpses of the guilty. That night humanity created the devil from their own evil, naming the place Hell after the devil's cries.
Kurt felt his own hands snap the neck of a man, and the man's spear jutting from his side. Then, he felt himself being dragged into darkness.
Suddenly Kurt was dragged into his own dream. He was no longer red, but his fuzzy blue self.
He was a child. Running through the snow. Struggling to flee.
Flee from what?
He looked back. A woman was there. Human. Ice cold eyes he couldn't see but somehow he knew. Her black choppy hair dancing in the wind as she forced a void against a monster.
"Kurti." He heard a moan. He was holding a girl's hand. Except she was blue too.
"Kurti."
"Kurt."
"Kurt please wake up."
Groggily, Kurt's golden orbs fluttered open.
There was the girl again. Her blonde hair decorated with speckles of red.
"Sky?" He asked.
"How did you know that name?"
"Sky." Kurt smiled before letting his eyes droop.
SLAP.
"What was zhat for- Mein Gott!" Kurt complained, his cheek glowing purple.
"Your father is in trouble." She glared, pointing to the fight.
Azazel had lost his left arm and from the wound a considerable amount of blood. In his other hand and tail he held two swords, using an intricate spinning dance to obliterate his opponent. A few keepers lay scattered, barely even able to enter the fight let alone make a stand against their Lord.
One blue skinned man was pinned by his tail sword, but quickly teleported so all Azazel stabbed was the remains of his cloak.
The stranger's skin was a pale sky blue and he had a chopped white blonde hairstyle a lot like Sephareith's black hair. His tail was off though. It was the same as Kurt's except for a crumpled tip. It was him.
"Sephareith?!" Why was he blue?
"No, get your father's attention for now." The girl insisted.
All Azazel looked like right now was an angry one armed beast. Any sense of reason was lost when he stared fighting the succubus.
Kurt took a deep breath.
"Azazel, stop it!" The demon kept attacking. It wasn't working. Kurt thought hard, what calmed him down when he was riled up? Well, when he was little and had been teased there was the songs…
He started to sing:
"Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf.
Der Vater hüt't die Schaf.
Die Mutter schüttelt's Bäumelein,
Da fällt herab ein Träumelein.
Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf!"
Suddenly, Azazel stopped attacking.
"Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf.
Am Himmel ziehn die Schaf.
Die Sternlein sind die Lämmerlein,
Der Mond, der ist das Schäferlein.
Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf! "
Azazel just stared at his son. It was a strange sight to see a red demon stand as serenely as Azazel was. A lock of black hair had fallen over his face and his arm was still dripping blood. The only sign of movement was his swishing tail and the occasional blink of his black eyes.
After what felt like hours Azazel changed. His eyes softened slightly.
"Kobal, are you safe?"
He was looking right at Kurt, so the boy just nodded. At that Azazel smiled and collapsed into Sephareith's arms. This was the first time he had actually fainted and Kurt was terrified.
"Will he be ok?" Kurt rushed over.
"Yes Milord. This guy sunk Atlantis." Sephareith smiled. "Just being dragged from his body, reviving his almost dead son and dragging his body back through dimensions, fighting assassins and panic attacks ready to blow up half the kingdom and running a country certainly exhausts a demon. Remember it's all happened quickly. Oh, and he had to grow back an arm." Sephareith nodded to Azazel's arm which had miraculously grown back to the wrist.
"The hand takes a bit longer."
"I see." Kurt nodded.
"Hey, bluey." Kurt spun round. The Succubus had Sky in her arms unconscious.
"Give her back!" Kurt shouted.
"No chance, besides Daddy won't be able to help you now." She drew a spear.
Kurt went to pounce, but a blue hand held him back.
Sephareith stood up, still propping Azazel on his shoulder. "Leave now."
The keeper uniform made the Succubus pale. "This isn't the end."
As she flew off Kurt snapped at Sephareith. "How could you let her take Sky? Why didn't you just take her down or do some-
"Kurt." Sephareith snapped. "I have just fought the most powerful demon in all the realms for several minutes. Not to mention the Succubae aligned with the one you just met. Then I have an unconscious King and a weak Prince that if taken could plunge our land into war. They knew what they were doing, that girl was the least of our worries."
"But you let them take Sky." Kurt whispered, tears falling.
"Her name was human?"
"Yes. No. I don't know. I called her Sky." Kurt slammed his fists in annoyance.
"Well what did you expect Kurt? I can save one of you easily, two at a stretch. But with so little magic left I could not have saved three."
"So why couldn't I have gone after her?"
"She drained you Kurt, and poisoned you. Plus there's your Father's drain acting on you, your problem from the human realm and your abuse of teleportation even though you need rest. Not to mention you are a baby in this realm! You need to know your limits." The Demon was breathing heavily after his rant.
"Fine. But I need to get her back, I owe her." Kurt glared with both determination and stubbornness.
"I'll send the Keepers after her then." His golden eyes fogged over.
Balan appeared once Sephareith seemed to snap out of it. "Hey Buddy."
Kurt was too annoyed to answer.
"Well, talk or not, just jump on my back." He turned around ready to give Kurt a piggy back.
"Was? I can walk fine."
"Please, just do it." Balan pleaded. It wasn't his fault. Kurt sighed and climbed on. Not another word was said as Sephareith and Balan headed off towards the castle. They ran so fast not even a Demon could see them but it still wasn't as powerful as teleporting.
When they finally got to Azazel's room Balan silently slid Kurt off his back and walked off. Kurt followed Sephareith in but the man strode straight into the bathroom.
Kurt decided to follow and Sephareith didn't protest. The Keeper just placed Azazel in the massive pool-bath and began to wash the blood off of him.
"Umm… Can I help at all?"
"It is fine Milord. I think turning away will be enough for your father. He wouldn't want you to see him weak."
"But naked is fine? Just not unconscious?"
Sephareith laughed. "Zazel is fine with people seeing him naked. We're Demons, not shy little girls. Just to see him weak probably unnerves you and Azazel wouldn't want that."
"I've been meaning to ask, what's with the Zazel name?"
"Ah that. We are simply on close terms."
"You didn't call him that to begin with." Kurt frowned.
"Our relationship must be kept secret. As I was unfamiliar with you I kept my guard up."
"What about you being blue? Or blonde?" Sephareith had put back on his green disguise magik.
"Do not talk of this again Kurt, but I am indeed blue. I hide myself as green because otherwise my true identity would be revealed and all hell would break loose. Your father does know of this though."
"How did you meet Azazel?"
Sephareith sighed heavily. "So many questions. We met in heaven as children."
"What? How were Demons in heaven?" Kurt balked.
Sephareith laughed heartily and water splashed. "Our souls might have. No, I met Azazel in the palace. He's been long gone now, but I was a prince and Azazel had been brought in from the desert. He was a red demon so he was adopted by the King Bel and into my family. We are legally brothers."
"You're my uncle?"
"Yes, also your Godfather."
"Wait, I was christened? But you're demons?"
"We wanted you safe. Kurt "Kobal", son of "Azazel" and prince of the Nephilim. You were baptised in the House of God after the Demon ceremony. There was a pagan festival too that Margali held for you on earth I believe."
"Oh." Kurt didn't know what to say. "What was Azazel like as a child?"
"Mischievous. But very clever and loyal. Once I released Cerberus into a market place and Azazel took the blame and the punishment. I really owed him one for that."
"What about before he was with you?"
Sephareith sighed for a long time. "I don't even know exactly. He was found in the desert crag with the corpse of a Demon and goats' bones. When we first met he was rather quiet too. It's best not to think of it. Although Zazel used to be sick eating fruit or looking at the sky or anything too colourful."
"I never knew."
"Sometimes I think he'd of been better of there Kurt. He's gained and lost so much since then. But no more of this."
"Wait, one more thing." Kurt begged. "Why is Azazel the Dark Lord and not you?"
"Well, one I owed him. Two, we'd of had to fight to the death for the title and I didn't want to kill or die from a brother. So we went to earth and had children, lived through many ages and eventually when the time for one of us to come into Lordship, only Azazel went back. Eventually he asked me to return with a guise and I accepted. Reveal me and both of us could be killed by the nobles."
"Well, isn't there any way to stop it?"
Sephareith smiled sadly. "Sadly, we would have to be either mates or our children to marry and mate. Neither is possible at present."
"You couldn't fake love?"
"No little one. A mate is your true love, and ours are both in the human realm. When you find yours you will see why we cannot lie about it."
"Why are you not with her then?"
"She died, protecting you and our child. I'm waiting till she is reborn, us Demons always are, as are mutants."
"Are you saying Mutants are Demons?"
"I can not say anymore to you Kurt, if you ever wish to return to the life you had on earth."
Kurt decided Sephareith had ended the conversation. Luckily a loud groan from Azazel halted any awkwardness.
"Zazel?"
"Mmm, brother? Is this water?" His left hand, now fully restored flapped weakly at the pool water.
"Yes Zazel. I was washing off the blood."
Azazel's eyes were fogged over and his face scrunched in confusion. "Blood?"
"We fought Succubi and you lost to your instincts."
Azazel looked even more confused. "Why were the Succubi fighting us and not the angels?"
"What is the era in your mind, brother?"
"I don't know."
"Where are the humans?"
"I do not know, building pyramids?"
Kurt was pretty worried. Did Demons ever show weakness or was he over reacting? Slowly he cleared his throat, trying to speak. "Umm, Sephareith? Is he ok?"
"He will be Kurt. It takes a while for you to remember everything when you're as old as us."
"Kurt? A human name?" The demon turned, showing no recognition.
"Your son."
"Which son?"
"Kobal, your youngest."
"Was Fenir not the youngest?"
Kurt was shocked he had siblings. "I have a brother?"
Sephareith shook his head and motioned for a towel. He helped Azazel dry off as the man just went between hissing at a headache and staring at Kurt.
Finally in a pair of black trousers and on the bed, Azazel started to talk again.
"Why the fuck did I remember this." He growled.
"Where are the humans in your mind now?"
"Invading the blue painted humans. No, the fat Tudor is ruling them."
"Well you're getting there." Septhareith grimaced.
"I forgot again didn't I?"
"Yeah, well I sliced through your left arm from the shoulder, and you're overdue on magik reserves."
"Ahh, like a hangover." Azazel grabbed his head.
"I don't understand zis at all." Kurt shook his head. "Will he really remember everything?"
"Yep Kiddo, slowly and painfully. I'm guessing you're pretty damn important for Seph to let you here."
"I'm supposedly your son." Kurt was a little angry.
"How old are you?"
"Nearly nineteen."
"Hmm, so once I get to you I'll remember everything."
"You could act a little more worried."
"You know this has happened a few times already, and I'm in the year 1752."
Kurt sighed loudly and walked towards the door.
"Wait Kobal."
"My name ist Kurt." Kurt spun angrily straight into Azazel's outstretched hand.
Kurt saw a woman on top of Azazel, stabbing him repeatedly. She was a nun. Azazel wouldn't usually kill a woman, but she'd just killed five of his children and his lover along with her church. Their corpses burning just behind her. The man had pinned down his arms and legs, but they didn't count on his tail slitting her throat. Then he teleported himself and several of the mens' limbs went with him. He just laughed as they all bled out on the floor.
Azazel was with another woman now, she had a kimono on. Short black hair and she was smiling, rubbing her belly. Another woman entered with her hair to her ankles in a beautiful red kimono. She was holding a small girl, normal looking bar a red spaded tail. A little boy ran in behind her with similar features. The woman died of illness, but Azazel didn't get back till the children had been forced to kill each other. The older boy had won, but stabbed himself from shame as the humans jeered.
Then Kurt saw something really weird. He saw his mother panicking, throwing him over a waterfall and Azazel grabbing the bundle of blue. Being in Azazel's mind he was holding himself, looking at big baby yellow eyes and a small three fingered hand clasping his red tail. Suddenly the memory shifted and he saw himself aged three on the verge of death in his father's arms. A deep gash was in his leg and purple bruising around his hands legs and tail. He was coughing blood and crying.
But he couldn't find it in his own memory.
"Kurti?" Azazel called. He found his father looking worried.
"Ja?"
"Best not to touch me till I remember everything." Azazel stared him down.
After another thirty seconds or so Azazel stood up. "I'm up to speed. Guess I spilled we were brothers though."
"I already told him whilst you were unconscious." Sephareith bowed low.
"Azazel?"
"Yes Kurt?"
"What happened in the desert?"
"I'm not talking about that Kurt. Besides, our recent closeness in psyche's could seriously hurt one of us."
"Brother, I'm off to heal myself now. Do you want some food sent up?"
"I'll be fine Seph." Azazel grunted, flopping down on the bed and turning away from the two.
Kurt stood there a few minutes, not really knowing what to do.
"Kurt, it's been a long day. Come here and nap?" Azazel was still turned away.
Kurt complied, even though it was weird. Suddenly Azazel spun round and took Kurt into an embrace.
Heaving a sigh, Azazel whispered. "At least not everyone I love is dead."
With that he turned around again, and began to snore slightly.
"Well that was weird." Kurt voiced. As protective as Azazel had been, he'd only hugged Kurt if he was trying not to blow up. That was the first hug that seemed to be for affection.
Speaking of weird, the past few days Kurt had ended up in a demon world where anything and everything happened within a few days.
The strangest thing was though, that Kurt felt that he really belonged here.
A/N: So we got a 5200 word count here :O I know I'm crazy But anyways, I started uni and got swamped by work and one day discovered that I had written half a chapter on my laptop for this fic. Finishing it off has been pretty hard and I'm so sorry to everyone I kept waiting. Please comment ! Also I may change the title soon, Frozen Flames was originally just a temp title, but I find naming the story comes towards the end.
Also, I am halfway through a couple of other chapters too, so not too long this time xD