Midnight Angel
part eleven
... warm ...
... soft ...
... timeless ...
Duo felt warm and safe. He knew not, that his enemy, hidden within his best
friend's body, had pulled all clothes off both their bodies, that he had
brutally entered Duo's virgin body, pounding into him deeply, not caring
for the tearing insides of the angelic half-breed.
Duo's mind was surrounded with darkness, comforting him, sparing him
the pain.
Quietly the Angel of Darkness sighed. She really liked the young Bringer
of Death. He had been a sweet child, when still in the gentle care of
both his parents, and was beautiful now in his adult body. Pouring more of
her magic - she was the one who brought sleep, therefore feeling somewhat
related to Azrael - into his mind, her embrace grew even tighter.
She only wished she could reach Lucifer, but she had never had a voice,
had never communicated with anyone.
In horrified fascination she watched, as the crazy elf withdrew from
Azrael's fragile shell. She soundlessly gasped, when he drew a gun
from under Azrael's best friend's pillow, and started to pump it in
and out of Duo's already terribly injured behind.
The barrier within her soul, that had blocked off her mental vocal
chords, cracked, and finally she was able to contact her brother.
::LUCIFER!!! HURRY, YOUR SON'S SHELL IS IN GRAVE DANGER!!!::
Below, on earth, Lucifer choked on the hot chocoate, Quatre had made.
Letting the fine porcelain cup shatter on the floor, he raced upstairs,
taking only every third or forth step.
Feeling his enemie's father approaching, Lord Mithuril let the diamond
disappear and vanished from the mortal's body. There was no way this
womicidal winged 'thing' would catch him.
When Lucifer arrived, the others coming right after him, Heero's
prone body lay sprawled over Duo's naked form, the bloodied gun still
in his hand, it's muzzle still within Duo.
From far away, safely within his castle's walls, Mithuril used the
last of his rapidly dwindling power of the Japanese boy's body to
slightly move his left index finger - the one that lay against the
gun's trigger.
A shot rang out.
"NOOO!" Lucifer rushed to his son and the other person, whom he had
thought to be a friend of Azrael's. The boy, whose neck was being
almost crushed in his tight grip, stared at him with vacant eyes.
Slowly he loosened his grip, knowing that this mortal was not at
fault.
Letting the boy fall back onto the bed, he carefully examined his son's
body. Idly wondering at what angle the gun had been held within
Azrael's body, Lucifer used his power to vaporize the bullet, that
was stuck in the bone of Duo's pelvis.
... discomfort...
... pain ...
... WHITE-HOT AGONY!...
The darkness disappeared, and Azrael found himself back in that
magic stone. Through the still-existing link to his body he could
feel what that bastard stranger had done to him. If only he knew,
_why_ that had happened. It was clear to him, that that elf hated
him for some reason, but he had no idea, what had caused this
hatred.
He sure as hell had never met this person, that he was sure of.
The stranger, who had realized that Duo had woken up, looked into
the magic diamont with a sneer.
"Has the little shit awakened at last?"
::What do you want from me, you troll?::
Astounded that the little half-breed actually was still able
to communicate, it took a second for Mithuril to register the
insult.
"TROLL??? You stupid half-breed! I am - unlike _you_ - a pure
elf. Therefore, I am much more fitting than you, to become heir
to the throne!"
To say that Duo was confused was a gross understatement.
::Are you stupid? You dick-head, before _you_ would be heir to
the throne, My mom's uncle Sorial would have to die first. And
_he_ one healthy guy, I don't think he'll die within the next
two or three millenia. And even _if_ he died, the next one in
the line would... be... oh....::
Duo finally knew why he had been abducted.
::Great-uncle Sorial is dead, right?::
"That is correct."
::And the king's health is dwindling, right?::
"Correct again."
//Uh oh, seems like I am in a shitload of trouble...//
::And you are connected to the royal family _how_?::
"My mother was Rhianna, daughter of Lord Thorndal and Lady
Shandra, youngest daughter of the king."
//... fuck... seems like that jerk is going to off me...//
While they had been talking, Mithuril had taken the soul-jewel
to his favorite gold-smith.
"Joran, would you please be so kind to put this beautiful gem
into that necklace I ordered you to do ?"
"But... m'lord... there's a soul..."
"SHUT up, peasant. You wouldn't want me to destroy you, would
you?"
"*gulp* no, m'lord. Forgive me..."
After the smith had done what he'd been told, Lord Mithuril
took his new charm and sealed it with a powerful spell.
When Duo tried to contact him again, his words didn't come
through the magical barrier.
"So, young boy. You will not be able to contact anyone anymore,
but I am sure you found that out already." Mithuril told Duo
as he arrived in his sleeping chamber.
"Furthermore, no one will be able to realize you are within this
gem. All they will see is a beautiful, flawless black diamond. And
like this, you will stay for the rest of your sorry life, in all
eternity, trapped within my new jewelry, forced to witness the day,
when I will finally rise to the throne and rule over all the fair
folks." The lord started laughing a cruel laughter, never noticing
that somebody had witnessed his words, spoken to the charm around
his neck.
Quietly Pick crept out of the Lord's chambers.
//Whom might that asshole have trapped in that magic jewel of his?
Obviously somebody who might have been standing in his way to the
throne...//
The Squirrel-boy climbed down the ivy that covered the castle walls,
and in no time, he sat in his favorite spot, the shoulder of his best
friend Snarl, a high-ranking sorcerer among the Nekojin. [1]
"Oi, kitty-cat, guess what?"
"What?"
"Mithuril, that ass, has taken somebody prisoner."
"So?"
"That somebody might be connected to the throne, which that bastard
not-so-secretly tries to claim as his own..." That got the mage's
interest.
"Really? Did you find out who it was?"
"If I knew who it was, I wouldn't have said 'somebody' right?"
"We'll talk about this in the evening. Did you find what we're looking
for?"
"No. There was absolutely nothing that could connect him to the murders
of Prince Sorial and his sister Faleena. Sadly." Pick sighed.
Later that evening, at the campfire, they both thought long and hard,
who the captured one might be.
"Snarl, the king had one son and three daughters, right?"
"Right. Prince Adolar and Princess Shandra were the only ones who had
children. And since Shandra only had Rhianna, who married Keroon and
gave birth to that bastard Mithuril."
"So the prisoner must be from Adolar line. Since Sorial had no children,
it must be that offspring of his his sister's daughter, I think India was
her name, right?"
"Right again. She married the fallen Angel, Lucifer. That makes him
a halfbreed between the two most noble races existing... I think we
should try to contact the realm of angels, if they know something."
"All right. But first I need some sleep." With those words, Pick curled
his small form into a little ball on Snarl's belly, who was lying in the
soft grass and staring at the starry sky above.
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[1]cat-boy, but I guess you knew that already, right?
part eleven
... warm ...
... soft ...
... timeless ...
Duo felt warm and safe. He knew not, that his enemy, hidden within his best
friend's body, had pulled all clothes off both their bodies, that he had
brutally entered Duo's virgin body, pounding into him deeply, not caring
for the tearing insides of the angelic half-breed.
Duo's mind was surrounded with darkness, comforting him, sparing him
the pain.
Quietly the Angel of Darkness sighed. She really liked the young Bringer
of Death. He had been a sweet child, when still in the gentle care of
both his parents, and was beautiful now in his adult body. Pouring more of
her magic - she was the one who brought sleep, therefore feeling somewhat
related to Azrael - into his mind, her embrace grew even tighter.
She only wished she could reach Lucifer, but she had never had a voice,
had never communicated with anyone.
In horrified fascination she watched, as the crazy elf withdrew from
Azrael's fragile shell. She soundlessly gasped, when he drew a gun
from under Azrael's best friend's pillow, and started to pump it in
and out of Duo's already terribly injured behind.
The barrier within her soul, that had blocked off her mental vocal
chords, cracked, and finally she was able to contact her brother.
::LUCIFER!!! HURRY, YOUR SON'S SHELL IS IN GRAVE DANGER!!!::
Below, on earth, Lucifer choked on the hot chocoate, Quatre had made.
Letting the fine porcelain cup shatter on the floor, he raced upstairs,
taking only every third or forth step.
Feeling his enemie's father approaching, Lord Mithuril let the diamond
disappear and vanished from the mortal's body. There was no way this
womicidal winged 'thing' would catch him.
When Lucifer arrived, the others coming right after him, Heero's
prone body lay sprawled over Duo's naked form, the bloodied gun still
in his hand, it's muzzle still within Duo.
From far away, safely within his castle's walls, Mithuril used the
last of his rapidly dwindling power of the Japanese boy's body to
slightly move his left index finger - the one that lay against the
gun's trigger.
A shot rang out.
"NOOO!" Lucifer rushed to his son and the other person, whom he had
thought to be a friend of Azrael's. The boy, whose neck was being
almost crushed in his tight grip, stared at him with vacant eyes.
Slowly he loosened his grip, knowing that this mortal was not at
fault.
Letting the boy fall back onto the bed, he carefully examined his son's
body. Idly wondering at what angle the gun had been held within
Azrael's body, Lucifer used his power to vaporize the bullet, that
was stuck in the bone of Duo's pelvis.
... discomfort...
... pain ...
... WHITE-HOT AGONY!...
The darkness disappeared, and Azrael found himself back in that
magic stone. Through the still-existing link to his body he could
feel what that bastard stranger had done to him. If only he knew,
_why_ that had happened. It was clear to him, that that elf hated
him for some reason, but he had no idea, what had caused this
hatred.
He sure as hell had never met this person, that he was sure of.
The stranger, who had realized that Duo had woken up, looked into
the magic diamont with a sneer.
"Has the little shit awakened at last?"
::What do you want from me, you troll?::
Astounded that the little half-breed actually was still able
to communicate, it took a second for Mithuril to register the
insult.
"TROLL??? You stupid half-breed! I am - unlike _you_ - a pure
elf. Therefore, I am much more fitting than you, to become heir
to the throne!"
To say that Duo was confused was a gross understatement.
::Are you stupid? You dick-head, before _you_ would be heir to
the throne, My mom's uncle Sorial would have to die first. And
_he_ one healthy guy, I don't think he'll die within the next
two or three millenia. And even _if_ he died, the next one in
the line would... be... oh....::
Duo finally knew why he had been abducted.
::Great-uncle Sorial is dead, right?::
"That is correct."
::And the king's health is dwindling, right?::
"Correct again."
//Uh oh, seems like I am in a shitload of trouble...//
::And you are connected to the royal family _how_?::
"My mother was Rhianna, daughter of Lord Thorndal and Lady
Shandra, youngest daughter of the king."
//... fuck... seems like that jerk is going to off me...//
While they had been talking, Mithuril had taken the soul-jewel
to his favorite gold-smith.
"Joran, would you please be so kind to put this beautiful gem
into that necklace I ordered you to do ?"
"But... m'lord... there's a soul..."
"SHUT up, peasant. You wouldn't want me to destroy you, would
you?"
"*gulp* no, m'lord. Forgive me..."
After the smith had done what he'd been told, Lord Mithuril
took his new charm and sealed it with a powerful spell.
When Duo tried to contact him again, his words didn't come
through the magical barrier.
"So, young boy. You will not be able to contact anyone anymore,
but I am sure you found that out already." Mithuril told Duo
as he arrived in his sleeping chamber.
"Furthermore, no one will be able to realize you are within this
gem. All they will see is a beautiful, flawless black diamond. And
like this, you will stay for the rest of your sorry life, in all
eternity, trapped within my new jewelry, forced to witness the day,
when I will finally rise to the throne and rule over all the fair
folks." The lord started laughing a cruel laughter, never noticing
that somebody had witnessed his words, spoken to the charm around
his neck.
Quietly Pick crept out of the Lord's chambers.
//Whom might that asshole have trapped in that magic jewel of his?
Obviously somebody who might have been standing in his way to the
throne...//
The Squirrel-boy climbed down the ivy that covered the castle walls,
and in no time, he sat in his favorite spot, the shoulder of his best
friend Snarl, a high-ranking sorcerer among the Nekojin. [1]
"Oi, kitty-cat, guess what?"
"What?"
"Mithuril, that ass, has taken somebody prisoner."
"So?"
"That somebody might be connected to the throne, which that bastard
not-so-secretly tries to claim as his own..." That got the mage's
interest.
"Really? Did you find out who it was?"
"If I knew who it was, I wouldn't have said 'somebody' right?"
"We'll talk about this in the evening. Did you find what we're looking
for?"
"No. There was absolutely nothing that could connect him to the murders
of Prince Sorial and his sister Faleena. Sadly." Pick sighed.
Later that evening, at the campfire, they both thought long and hard,
who the captured one might be.
"Snarl, the king had one son and three daughters, right?"
"Right. Prince Adolar and Princess Shandra were the only ones who had
children. And since Shandra only had Rhianna, who married Keroon and
gave birth to that bastard Mithuril."
"So the prisoner must be from Adolar line. Since Sorial had no children,
it must be that offspring of his his sister's daughter, I think India was
her name, right?"
"Right again. She married the fallen Angel, Lucifer. That makes him
a halfbreed between the two most noble races existing... I think we
should try to contact the realm of angels, if they know something."
"All right. But first I need some sleep." With those words, Pick curled
his small form into a little ball on Snarl's belly, who was lying in the
soft grass and staring at the starry sky above.
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[1]cat-boy, but I guess you knew that already, right?