Soooo sorry for not updating in sooooo long. Got caught up with school, work, and graduation...And anime conventions. My William-fangirl personality took over and forced me to write another Kuro fanfic...It's called "Synergy" check it out.
I've also got a new obsession, make-up (mineral based cosmetics really.) And masquerading around as Grell in real life, lolz.
When the Diva began sleeping in more often, the demon began to grow suspicious. He had stopped receiving letters from Jakob, and his mistress' condition was only getting worse and worse each passing day. He'd often enter her chambers and find her in a cold sweat, her skin growing paler and paler from the lack of proper nutrition. She told him everything she ate made her nauseous, that only blood could salvage her carcass. Astounded, the demon slit his wrist and she eagerly partook of his plasma.
She fed like a young child suckling for the first time, she refused to let go...Refused to be without his blood as her trembling, all too slim, structure struggled to stay up. She moaned like she did that night in the library, moaning as if she were being freed from her sickness. This was her addiction, Sebastian knew that just as he was born evil, Deva was evil. Every human was born evil, it only took an even greater evil to rouse it and a strong soul to circumvent it for the greater good. Deva was not good at all, she was evil.
The sensation of having blood drained from his body was not pleasant, it wasn't for any immortal. Reapers and Demons were born alike, only to choose their own path as they entered adolescence. Still though, each had their own moments of mortality. Reapers felt pain, lust, disgust, and everything a human could while demons could as well. They were mortal feelings and habits, but it was no habit for either demon and reaper to get down on their knees as their blood was drained from their body.
He was close to doing so, he had to grab the Diva by her neck and push her hold off of him. She struggled, reaching for bleeding wrist and crying for more...Crying for perfection and flawlessness...He strangled her into a submissive state, he didn't want to harm her but it seemed she was getting worse. Her body was unraveling as well as her mind. Where was Jakob? He grit his teeth, that damned youthful demon...He had left Deva here to die and for Sebastian to take the fall.
"I know what you're thinking!" Deva screamed at him, "He'll return for me and when he discovers you haven't given me what I need...He'll kill you!"
She clawed at the hand suffocating her, "I need blood to live...I need souls to live..."
"Why hasn't Jakob returned yet?" he held back the anger in his voice, "Why?"
"I don't know!" she wept, "He's stalling, he's going to leave me here to die! Isn't he? Don't let me perish...My love..."
Her blood coated lips (as sickening as it was the substance was quite appealing on her livid face) smiled softly, she spoke gently, "Oh, my love...Don't leave me...Don't leave me at all..."
She took his hand from her neck, gesturing ever so gently, and placed it on her belly, "You grow within me..."
Sebastian's eyes widened only slightly...She spoke again, "Now, we'll be together forever. My soul and your perfect flesh,"
The first snow fell that day, the day Sebastian was told he had fathered a child in Deva's womb. He spoke in silence, almost paranoid about this conception, as he pulled through his daily choirs. This was ominous, there was something he was not being told. Indeed, Jakob told him that Deva wanted his seed (thus a child) but the way the Diva spoke left little to the imagination. That was not his child, it was the incarnation of Deva's plot. Someone was going to die and he knew his chest would be pinned down by spikes and nails to acheive it.
He began to ponder his options; he could kill the Deva and face Jakob's wrath. He could destroy Jakob upon his arrival and then kill his mistress, or take responsibility for his child and the Diva. The young master would not be pleased about this, not one bit. He did not like the fact that Sebastian had addressed the Diva by her first name alone. He did not even know they had copulated and produced an unborn child. What was he going to do...? He had to remain calm, that was his only option at the moment.
The years of starvation had drained him indeed, but as he looked back into Jakob's earlier promises he started to find a solace. Jakob had vowed on his mistress' life that Sebastian would have the Earl's soul. Looking back on it, Jakob favored his mistress' life far too much to leave her to die. He best return soon though, the Deva needed medical attention that only Jakob could provide.
It was perhaps Winter back in England when Jakob made it to that spot in Island of Death. Oh, how tragic it was for such youthful demon to lose his way. It was a hard spot to find, laid somewhere midst the large crack across the island hundreds of miles wide. The depleted energy of the rock-slide's demon did not aid his search either since the decay filled the air with crossed signals. He lifted the rocks up though, threw boulders aside, the smell of rot nearing and nearing. He smirked, he was getting closer to the grave.
The bag at his side was heavy, full of substances he could only find in Egypt. Such a glorious, golden land...Gilded decadence and sin...It was the last place in the world where the tombs held what he needed. The spices necessary to perfect the sheathe he would make from an old spider's skin. These substances were made of sweet honey and salt used to perfect the dead.
