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WARNING: This chapter mentions torture, Mental abuse, Mentions of self harm, Sucide, Rape, Forcible oral copulation
The moon was her sun...
The night was her day...
Her blood is their life...
But they are her prey...
"You're a pretty one." The male whispered and Kanato glared as the male traced his fingers over his petite body before seemingly stroking his hair and face. "Pretty just like your mother…so much like your mother."
Kanato's eyes flashed when he saw the chance and lunged for the man's fingers when they drifted closer to his mouth.
He let out a satisfied laugh when freshly spilt blood broke the air, revered in the sounds of his bones being crushed under the weight of his strong jaws…
Michiko would be proud, he was coming into his fangs quite nicely.
Kanato ignored the pain that shot through his worn body as he savored his small victory of hurting his torturer even if the males blood tasted like fried sewage.
The other male chuckled despite his obvious pain. "Your mother has given ya to me."
Kanato opened his eyes to stare blankly at the male.
"She hasn't anymore use for ya." He said gleefully. "Your brother is her whore and his body serve's her well enough when she wants and the other isn't dead so he will still be useful. You are the extra…the unwanted."
Kanto glared at him wanting nothing more that to crush the pathetic worms skull under the power of his fingers.
"Ah but don't worry, I'll make use of you pet." The male said and Kanato could help the shiver that racked through his body as the male's eyes gleamed when the looked him over. "If you're brother can take it than you can to…all the more better cause I don't want ta share ya with the other guys… so pretty like a little girl…like a little virgin."
Despite the pain Kanato pulled on his chains with renewed strength when the male placed his disgusting lips on his body.
Kanato's body trembled with fear when the male's hands roamed over his smaller frame pinching and massaging his body and he couldn't shake the undeniable wrongness of it all.
His mind screamed even as he could not when the male ripped his pants from him wrapping his larger hand around his nether regions and beginning to touch him in the most vomitable ways.
Kanato was not weak, but he knew he was not his older brother…he was not that kind of strong… he was not strong enough to endure this kind of torture.
Kanato let out a strangled sound of a gasp and a hiss when the man bit his tender flesh before proceeding to suck him and his blood.
No! Please stop!
He lapped him, teasing the ridge between sucks.
No!
He hums around his cock in approval of Kanato's tormented state, he takes him deeper.
No! no! no! no! Wrong wrong wrong but fuck it's his body and its a fucking traitor.
Kanato is sickened as his pleasure starts to spike sharply with every movement of the man's mouth. Swallowing him deeper, he teases the base of his cock with his fingers.
no! no! no!
Moving faster he deep-throats him. He expertly pushes Kanato closer to the edge he swallows around him, swallowing him down. Urging Kanato to come, he licks at his shaft between sucks, pulling back to suck and tease his head and ridge before taking him back down again. He strokes the base of Kanato's cock, lips pressing against them with every down movement.
no! no!
Kanato makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat as he barely resists the urge to thrust up into the man's mouth. Speeding up, the man digs his blunt fingers into Kanato's thigh as the man moans around him. Kanato digs his fangs into his lips refusing to give the bastard the satisfaction, but barely able to keep himself together as he takes him further and further. Mouth stretched around his cock, he moans, saliva dripping down as he works Kanato deeply.
NO!
Kanato continued to scream out internally even as his body comes into the heat of the male's mouth. He snarls and hisses promising the male the most heinous death as the male swallows his seed before pulling back with a fanged grin. Cleaning the corners of his mouth with his thumb, he rakes his gaze over Kanato's spent form.
"Heh, not bad pet but ya taste as sweet as ya look you should lay off all the sweets." The male muttered before busing himself with toying with Kanato's body once more.
Kanato's mind bulked as he tried desperately to fight against the male's intrusion, but he was tired. His arms were tired from being suspended in the air and his body hummed with the pain from being staved and tortured on a daily bases.
Despite his shredded vocal cords Kanato pressed past the pain to let out a scream as the male soon got bored and moved to what he called the main event.
Lost in his haze of pain and panic Kanato hadn't even realized that the male had gotten behind him pressing his own naked hard length against his back until he felt him.
Kanato couldn't stop the tears that actively flew from his eyes as he realized what was to become of him…
Michiko save me! save me! save me! His mind said over and over like a prayer.
Never had he once dreamed that it would be possible to hate anyone as much as he did his mother in that moment…this was her doing this was her fault. She had sent this man to defile him, to steal his pride and shame him in the worst possible ways.
He vowed that if he ever…no when he got out of here he would kill her. He would rip out her black heart and eat it as he set her body aflame. Yes…yes he would do it, he would do it!
"Yell all you want, no one's coming for you…" The man cooed into his ear tensing as he felt the male put on sort of sticky substance between his backside, snarling when the male smacks his ass before dropping his hand to stroke over his hole.
Kanato felt nauseous as he could smell the male's arousal in the air.
"You're going to feel so good…" The male said as was lost to his thoughts as Kanato felt him seemingly position himself at his entrance.
Kanato for once couldn't bare to look at his torturer and shut his eyes though, he wished he had kept the open when he felt a rush a volatile energy shot his way.
His lilac eyes snapped opened to see the most frightfully glorious image ever.
She had materialized out of thin air, her eyes seemed past their fuchsia color and seemed to burned with the color of hellfire as she seemed halfway through a full body transition and covered in blood…but perhaps that could be the fact that it was currently raining blood…yes blood.
Kanato watched as her tail, with its glorious spiked tips retracted from someplace behind and above him and knew it was his torturer. He watched as she watched brought the male speared on her tail to her, staring at him with the darkest expression Kanto ever had the pleasure of witnessing. He noted that the male was very much lacking his arms as he floundered snarling on her tail, the fool, he clearly didn't know when he was bested.
Kanato watched in glee, preening in his chains as his Michiko began to amputate his limbs starting with his genitals. It was lovely and Kanato practically came undone at the horror filled screams echoed around him.
His heart beat faster at the sight of her, she was as beautiful as she had always been especially covered in the blood of his torturer.
She was here… She was here… She was here… She was here for him…
She had heard him…
He would have called out to her if he could, but he hoped that she could see it in his eyes…
He knew she did when her eyes met his. He let out a gasp staring at her when he felt a rush of emotions flow through him like a tsunami.
Anger, worry, so much worry for him, for his brothers, fear for him, them, her being too late… anger, red hot anger, rage that was slowly burning to fury of what was about to happen to him, relief and happiness upon being able to locate him in time before such a heinous thing accorded flowed through him.
He looked at her and wondered was this the bond.
Her hellfire gaze rolled over the room and he could feel her anger spike and jump several notches closer to rage and he had no doubt or reason to wonder if she could sense the others.
She was by his side in an instant and Kanato blinked not bothering to hide his surprise when she released him from his chains just as fast before pulling him into her arms and teleporting.
"Feed from me." She whispered in his ear, and he didn't even bother resisting.
Her blood was ambrosial…her blood was always of the finest delicacy that he had ever tasted…but after being tortured and staved everyday…Kanato pulled his fangs from her neck to touch his cheek, pulling his fingers back he noticed they were wet.
He was crying…huh and here he thought he had no more tears left to cry…
"Take more darling, gather your strength." She said.
"What about you?" His voice was barely a whisper but in a much better condition than it had been in days. "What about the others?"
"Right now, I'm concerned about you Kanato and you should be too, drink your fill and let me worry about your brothers." She whispered bringing his head towards her neck in encouragement. He didn't argue against her…he never did…
He lost himself to the taste of ambrosia as he wondered if drinking enough of her blood would be the key to god-hood.
Kanato pulled his fangs from Michiko's neck for the second time when he felt her stop.
His nose twitched at the muscadine smell in the air mixed with sweat and heavy metal and knew that she had found his brother.
His mangled lip and obviously broken nose were caked in dried blood, congealed and cracked. The now browning blood had drizzled down his face like so much rain down a window pane. He had no shirt, and so they both bore witness to the bruises and cuts that coated his pale flesh.
Kanato wasn't surprised at the state in which they found his brother, his state wasn't better than his own before Michiko had freed him though it seemed his personal torturers were nowhere around, pity he wanted to see Michiko make it rain blood again.
He but he couldn't help the spark of resentment towards his brother despite his clearly rotting form…of course, he was spared the most heinous of actions, he still had a part to play he was important…he was the chosen heir…
"Kanato." He looked up to see Michiko watching him she looked sad and he immediately felt shame. Of course, she could feel his resentment towards Ayato... "Ayato is in just as much pain as you are in, there is nothing to envious of."
~~~Guilty Pleasures~~~
Do you ever want to say something that's pissing you off but you know it'll start an argument, so you leave it and let it kill you inside?
"Crawl to me." Cordelia beckoned him with her hand held out.
"Fuck off!" Ayato shouted in an outburst, easily forgetting what had happened the last time he had spoken to Cordelia like that.
"Apologize, that's no way for a son to speak to his beloved mother" Cordelia said nonchalantly after her cronies had taken to lashing him for his outburst.
"…I'm sorry." Ayato spat along with the blood from his mouth when one of her bastard cronies punched him in the mouth when he responded with a glare.
"Crawl to me," Cordelia repeated, Ayato getting a little help from her henchmen when he took long than they deemed necessary, he barely had the strength to hold himself from slamming into the ground.
Ayato found it difficult, moving after such pressure had been put on his body, but he desperately didn't want to have to go through it again, so she slowly and weakly did as he was told.
"Good boy," Cordelia said soothingly, patting his head. Ayato beat down both the urge to snap at her hand like a rabid dog and to pull away from such a gesture, but he was too scared of what would happen if he did. "Now, I want you to do something for me, can you do that?"
Not knowing what else to do, Ayato nodded his head and prayed it wouldn't be too awful, though he was sure nothing could be worse than the torture and beating he had been receiving from dusk til dawn. He watched curiously as Cordelia lifted her dress, and only once her racy panties were pulled to the side did Ayato realize what Cordelia expected him to do.
"Come on, Ayato-kun, no need to be shy." Cordelia cooed, pulling Ayato softly by his hair towards her pussy before eyeing her son in the familiar look of disappointment that seemed to be her personal favorite for him. "You can't tell me you've never seen one of these before, can you?"
"I haven't," Ayato whispered appalled by the new level his mother was willing to take her torment, yet unable to stop himself staring at the bald pussy in front of him.
"Then what the fuck has my sister been using you brats for if she's not fucking you?" Cordelia hissed.
When Ayato remained silent Cordelia, as Ayato's face was forced into her pussy. "No matter. Just make me feel good with your tongue, that's all you have to do, but if you don't I'll let my men enjoy you the way they are your younger brothers…"
Ayato gulped his stomach pooling with despair and hatred before he tightened his resolve opening his mouth and extending his tongue forwards. Not knowing where to put it, he just licked around the top slowly and hoped for the best. The taste was like no other, and he couldn't quite describe it, torn between whether he liked it or not.
"Lick all of me, sweetie," Cordelia said, forcing Ayato's head down.
Ayato licked as he was moved, and then prodded his tongue around the wet hole, driving Cordelia wild.
His head was pressed into the pussy even more, and he licked for all he was worth, working up and down the slit, sliding across her clit and then tonguing her hole. As much as it felt like a lifetime to Ayato, it really only took mere minutes before Cordelia was humping Ayato's face.
"Quite the expert for a first timer," Panted Cordelia, as the hold on Ayato's hair was released. "You sure you haven't been pleasuring my sister?"
"No," Ayato growled as she wiped Cordelia's juices off his face with his arm.
Cordelia's eyes darkened with maliciously as she let out a giggle. "Hers or not, seems like I'll be the one to break you in then…"
He scowled baring his fangs at her which made her laugh as she pulled back from him as her men grabbed him.
"I think 50 more lashes will get rid of that brash behavior my sister is so fond of." Cordelia cooed turning her back and calmly walking out of the room as he dig his fangs into his lip when the first lash struck his back.
When he got out of this he was going to kill her. His eyes brightened at the thought of her blood soaking his form as she withered beneath him begging and pleading for his mercy, for him to grant her a quick death, but he wouldn't, her blood would cover the entirety of this bloody mansion before he would give her a quick death.
Yeah, that's where he was at…the end of his rope…and when the devil of a woman was forcing him to pleasure her.
"I am very disappointed in you…one simple request was all I wanted from you all I asked of you. For you to be perfect, for you to be number one, for you to be the best…" The woman's acid green eyes cut into him viciously. "But you're not…not even close…you are in fact my greatest disappointment. You are a failure and you are no son of mine"
He cringed at the memory that seemed looped in his mind. This he found even worse than anything else. the way she had the ability to make him feel so ashamed of himself.
So ashamed...he wasn't her son...he didn't deserve to be her son...he was a failure...and disappointment... all... the...fucking... time.
"You are worthless to me unless you are the best. Do not think you are not replaceable, I can have a hundred others that look just like you…"
I am worthless...I am worthless... I am worthless ... I am worthless...
worthless...worthless...worthless...
I am worthless...
and
I am replaceable...
He just drowns in those feelings that she's forced him to swallow, looped in his head running around and around and around. He's worthless and replaceable...she had succeeded in making him feel such since the moment he could say, mother…how he wished she wasn't his mother.
"Worthless boys must spend eternity at the cold, damp, cell, all alone where no one can help them."
Cold and alone...alone... alone...forever alone...
Ayato flinched when he felt a serpentine tongue glide across his temple.
His peridot eyes snapping open immediately, his body automatically trying to fight though already knowing how futile his efforts were. His torturers were back to beat him like they usually did.
"Ayato….ayato….."
"ayato…."
His eyes were wide open and yet not truly envisioning the people before him. He
His mind didn't register that the person that was unchaining him wasn't his torturer but his savior instead until he found himself pinned to the floor with her sitting across his chest sending a growl towards his face.
"Ayato…ayato…"
"AYATO!"
The fog like hazy that seemed to cloud over Ayato's mind began to lift at the sound of a familiar voice. He stared at her taking her in before he lost it.
"You think she loves you?" Cordelia sneered as she looked at her son with contempt.
"..." He remained silent.
"If you think she's coming to save you, then your even dumber than I thought you were."
"..." He twitched but remained silent still.
"She doesn't care about you Ayato..."
"Stop..." He finally muttered but she didn't, she never did.
"She doesn't love you..." She continued.
"Stop, just stop lying..." Ayato scowled.
"I'm not lying, it is you who just can't accept the truth. She's never loved you and she never will." Cordelia spoke with a confidence that was really beginning to piss Ayato off. What the fuck did she know about Michiko, him or their relationship? Nothing.
"No, your lying... you're always lying..."
"That is the burden pureblooded demons bare...they cannot love they don't know how; they only understand two things and that's blood and power. So you see all these years she's been pretending to love you, I must say my sister has always been good at the game. She never loved you Ayato. And why would she, a queen of much more powerful demons? Who could love such a worthless male like you?" Cordelia sneered before laughing viciously.
"Shut up."
"Why do you think she always left...why do you think she never stayed...she never loved you Ayato and she's never coming back!" She cackled in his face.
"NO! I SAID SHUT UP!" He snarled pulling against his restraints as he bared his fangs at her. She merely laughed before taking a step back as her diabolical lovers began to beat him.
Her eyes searched his as she frowned, her hand brushing his bangs from his face. "Oh, baby…what has she done to you?"
"S-she said…s-he s-said-" Ayato could even get the words out as he sat there his body racked with trembles. He clutched his arms dragging his nails and drawing blood, hurting himself further as he tried to gather himself. "S-stop...I j-just want it to...to stop..."
Her heart lurched at the broken sound of his voice and the rush of emotions that hit her.
"Sshhh…" Michiko cooed somehow managing to pull the taller boy into her lap and rocking him as he continued to cry like a newborn. "I'll not be leaving any of you…"
As much as she wanted nothing more than continue to hold him and piece both Ayato's and Kanato's fragile psyche back together she could not.
Not until she had them all, then and only then when she had them, when she knew that they were safe would she be able to rest, would she be able to help them heal.
Ayato was a prideful male, but he couldn't find it in him to stop Michiko form lifting him into her arms like he weighed nothing at all.
In one arm laid Ayato and in the other Kanato, though nothing about their compromising positions put the boys on edge but as Michiko drew closer and closer toward the eye of the storm did the boys begin to fidget in her embrace.
Ayato didn't ask to drink her blood, he just did. He had been starved for days…he could remember that last time he tasted blood that wasn't his own…
He couldn't resist the pull of Michiko's divine blood like a moth couldn't resist an open flame.
He drank from her rather messily, sucking and slurping loudly, greedily, but she didn't seem to mind, in fact she tilted her neck giving him better access to the main artery running through her neck…he could have cried…
"Be calm boys, let my voice become your strength." She whispered to them. "I won't let her get away with what she has done…"
And they believed her… Michiko was always a woman of her word and they could feel her conviction through their shared bond so they believed her words…
Ayato glanced at Kanato sadism and bloodlust burning bright in their eyes, they couldn't wait until they watched that woman breath her last breath even if it wasn't by their hands…perhaps it would be better for Michiko to end the wretched woman anyway…surely there's something rather wicked awaiting for the child that slain their own sire right?
But then again...
They shared another look with each other, nodding as they read each other. With all the woman had drug them through...it was only fair that she die by their hands...now all they needed was Laito.
~~~...~~~
I don't blame anyone. I did this to myself. It's my fault.
Everything.
Is.
My.
Fault.
Every thought is a battle…every breath is a war…
And I'm afraid because...
I...
don't...
think..
I'm...
winning..
anymore…
Did you know that the saddest kind of sad is when your tears can't even drop and you feel nothing…nothing at all…
It's like the world has just ended.
You don't cry, you don't hear, you don't even see.
You just stay there.
You stay there while your heart dies…
This is where he had been residing since the moment he was captured.
Trapped in this place…this very depressing dark place…
This dark place where nothing existed…not even time…
He long since lost feeling over his body…he honestly couldn't even tell you what it looked like, he was sure that woman and the vermin she rolled around with had done a number on his flesh.
He remembered that much at least before he had succumbed to this place.
Flashes of pale skin. His. Covered in bruises, gashes, fang marks and cuts.
Laito did his best not to struggle, not wanting to make his situation any worse than it already was, even as he felt their dirty hands creep up his thighs, wrapping around them.
Rough and bloodied lips sucking, sticking to his soft skin, hands pulling at it, pulling his thighs apart, spreading him open.
He hated them all eight of them his mother's lovers, playthings, flings and flunkies.
All eight men leered at him holding him in place. One around each wrist, each ankle, each thigh and finally around his neck.
He had a second to think about where the eighth male was before he felt it, felt him against his hole, forcing his way inside him.
Laito bit the inside of his cheek, drawing blood, to stop himself crying out at the pain as the male forced him open, seemingly getting thicker and thicker as he pushed his way deeper, as far as he could go before he started to draw back again, the tip teasing around his rim before plunging back inside, fucking his hole mercilessly until it was stretched wide open and offered no resistance.
The woman was demented, sick and twisted as she took pleasure in tormenting him…
Her fingers wrapped around her throat, locking the collar in place, marking him as hers. She yanked him to his knees, his leash pulling tight as she made him her beast.
Laito swallowed around the uncomfortably tight collar, the metal clinching his neck, making it harder to breathe. Exactly how she wanted him to feel and he hated it. Cordelia reached down to stroke his lips, parting them. "you look famish darling, not to worry mama knows just want to feed you..."
Laito held his breath, determined not to react any further, not to pull away from her or lean into her touch, not to pretend he wanted it or show he did not. It would only make her do worse. He simply opened his mouth, letting her curl her thumb around his teeth, keeping it open even as he felt another one of her lover shuffle towards them…the smell of precum and arousal not lost on him.
He closed his eyes, forcing himself to keep them closed when he felt hard, wet flesh against them and the sharp, salty taste that made it impossible to pretend it was anything else being forced into his mouth, his jaw slack to accommodate the invasion.
"Aren't you going to look upon your current Master?" His mother cooed, her voice slithering up his spine, but he refused to open his eyes.
"Cordelia love, the brat has finally learned his place, slaves are not to look upon their masters after all."
"Yes…perhaps you are right." She said giggling with frenzied delight after a moment of silence.
Laito breathed easier as she mused to herself, her hand idly curled around his chain, keeping his close as her lover pulled back, fucking his mouth until he spilled into his mouth, his seed cold, making him recoil instinctively.
Cordelia yanked the leash, pulling it tight so Laito had no choice but to swallow around her lover or choke. He did his best to placate her, swallowing with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, licking the head of her lover's cock clean of every last drop but she didn't loosen her grip.
"I'm sure you can do better than that, that's ok, we'll keep trying until you get it right." Cordelia tutted, holding the collar tight, making his vision blur around the edge until he blacked out altogether.
Striping him bare humiliating him beyond repair and for all to see.
"Laito." His mother cooed as she lounged across from him watch…again as those men defiled him for breakfast, lunch and fucking dinner.
"You'll be a good boy, right? You'll help my friend out, clean him off, won't you?" she asked breathlessly as her most recent fuck pulled out of her, both of their seed spilling out of them.
"Yes mother." He replied forcing the smile he knew she wanted on his face every time she was in the immediate vicinity.
The lecherous look the male wore went ignored as Laito stared at his mother, emerald into peridot even as the male pressed his drip cock into his face, his seed smearing across his cheek before being pressed against his lips.
Laito began to fade out as he opened his mouth, the male wasting no time to shock his cock down his throat and fucking his throat raw as if he didn't just spend that last two hours fucking his mother.
"There's a good boy!" Laito heard his mother cackled before he faded to his dark place.
making him feel things that he knew should repulse him…that he knew…
But his flesh was weak…just as she had made it to be.
He was weak…and he deserved this…
He deserved this
This was his fault
his fault.
his fault…
his-
No
His world paused…he paused…
Nothing…there was nothing. There had always been nothing.
Perhaps that woman had succeeded in breaking him physically and mentally…perhaps he was going mad even in his own bland world…
But of course he was…he deserved this after all…
He deserved-
No
He ignored it…whatever it was to the best of his ability, trying desperately to continue to drown himself in his pity. Yes, it hurt but he would keep doing it, he would keep doing it because he deserved this, he deser-
No.
If he could have narrowed his eyes, he would have. There is was…again. Telling him…him!
How would it know? How could it know? He was the one at fault, he was the one that was unloved-
No. She loves you.
She… She? What she? What woman could ever bring herself to love one as defiled as him?
"I love you, and I will always love you. After all there is only one you. Only one Laito Sakamaki in the entire universe...and he belongs to me, his-"
Michiko.
He wasn't sure how, but he could feel himself…his very soul shuddering at the thought of her.
No. no. he didn't want to think about her. He didn't. He wouldn't, couldn't. It hurt. Hurt more than anything that woman ever did or said. Hurt more than when that woman watched and goaded her cronies into defiling him for her own pleasure.
It hurt.
Hurt. Hurt. Hurt.
It hurt because he knew…he was ruined. Disgusting…tainted…he was too filthy for her, that woman had made sure, there was no way that she would want him now…there was no way. Even if against his own will, he had still betrayed her in the worst possible way, she would never want him.
Hell, he was sure she would never even look upon him. It was the end…it was over for him.
He knew, but the voice didn't know that damned voice just kept talking. Kept speaking like it knew.
"My darling Laito are infinitely worthy and unconditionally loved."
He felt like crying but that was madness. Madness he couldn't cry, he wouldn't cry but the mere thought of even her being remotely disgusted with him gripped his heart in a vice grip threatening to shatter it.
"Let my words become your strength…Come. Back. To. Me…" The words that the ability puncture him. Making him gasp for air that he didn't even need while simultaneously taking his breath away.
Why….why? WHY?
"You belong to me."
He wasn't even aware that he had actually spoken, his mind and body at this point two separate entities, yet both responded to her. Only her. Always her.
The pain of his shredded vocal chords no longer registered. None of his physical pain registered, no, he could only feel the severest of pains, the ones that carved a place within his heart and refused to vacate.
It was not for the first time that he wondered just what he did, to piss off the fates…or whatever that gave him such a cursed life.
He found himself catching amethyst eyes that gazed at him burning with the sort of fire that that other woman didn't have, pouty petaled lips stretching into an honest smile, and he had to note that the only time that woman smiled was when he was withering below her in pleasure or pain…when he was with her he couldn't tell the difference.
"Laito," he felt both his mind and body shudder as his name fell from her lips. "Come back to me…"
He course hear a sound. A pained whimper, sniffles, he could smell salt water even over metallic scent filtering the air…was she crying? Shedding tears…for him?!
He stared at her and she, him.
Yes, her face was so close, when did she get so close? He hadn't a clue, but he could see the red rim of her eyes. He had always been perceptive, he took note of the dark circles that were there too along with her paler than usual complexion. Her hair was a mess not that it took anything away from her. Laito swore, that it should be criminal for her to be as lovely as she was even when she was so clearly in a lowly state.
He took in her face, drank in the image of her, savored her. Yes…one last time…
Just one last time and he could die happy…so happy as long as she was the last thing he could see...
"Don't you dare!" His eyes refocused on her in shock at the tone she was using. A tone she had never used with him.
Those amethyst eyes filled with hurt and anger flashing at him. As she bared her fangs in warning.
"Don't you dare try to go where I cannot reach you!" She hissed into his face and he felt her arms tighten around him.
"You are mine damnit, and I'll be damned if you think I'll let you leave me like that. Know that your place is by my side and know where else, not even your own mind." She snarled before sinking her fangs into her wrist and shoving it into his mouth.
He couldn't fight against her…not when that first drip of blood hit his tongue and oh Yami he didn't believe in heaven, but he thought perhaps her blood was the closest thing.
He felt a growl escape his lips when he felt her fangs bite into his shoulder, and felt himself shift before sinking his fangs into her neck.
He closed his eyes sucking the deliciousness that was Michiko when he felt her hum with approval.
He wasn't sure how much blood of hers he had devoured but he knew it had to be perhaps too much when she felt her slacken against him.
Yet she didn't stop him. Didn't pull away from him, she didn't resist.
And he couldn't resist her.
Her labored breathing reached his ears and her body seemed to tremble in his arms.
Huh.
He couldn't help but think as he pulled the woman closer to him tightening his arm around her as his hand that he noticed was covered in blood was petting her tangled hair.
When had they switched positions?
He blinked away the stray thought. it didn't matter, all that mattered was that she was here and he was here and they were together.
"You devoured her ferociously you know, you and your brothers still have a lot to learn about treating a lady." and Laito bared his fangs at the sound of the other males voice.
His eyes glittered with the promise of death if the male stepped even a foot closer to him and his mate.
Even if that male was his father.
KarlHeinz stopped and raised an eyebrow at his son who was his and snarling at him like a wild beast. His golden eyes flickered around the room assessing the damaging done by the woman that lay resting in his son's lap. She had really did a number on the place. He now was going to have to renovate because the woman had left blood, internal organs and body parts every fucking where. The walls taken out and rebuilt because that blood that soaked them beyond repair. He had to figure out who these men were and if they had any ties to demonic houses and such, pay them for their silence and to look the other way or if need be kill them.
Money… money… money… money…
Honestly, the woman really knew how to burn a hold through his pocket. His eyes racked over her form, drinking in her blood-soaked nightie and the smell of her blood, he felt his fangs itching to sink into her soft flesh…
Laito noticed his lingering stare and his growl deepened. KarlHeinz's lip twitched at the warning…the challenge from one male to another over a female.
He expected such rash behavior from Ayato…and even Kanato.
He looked over the son he knew was technically the elder triplet and couldn't help by be impressed with his audacity.
He was, not even a century and issuing a challenge not only to his sire but to his sire that was over ten times his senior.
KarlHeinz was willing to let it slide…but just this once…
"Calm yourself boy" He snarled letting his power wash over the younger to subdue him.
The effect was not one that he was expecting. The boy in response let his demonic energy flare out in response his grip on Michiko tightening to the point he was sure he was breaking her bones.
KarlHeinz blinked taken aback as his son's appearance began to change, bright ruby scales appearing down the sides of his face, around his slitted emerald eyes and neck and because he wasn't wearing a shirt he could watch as the scales manifested growing, stretching to cover his chest as if some sort of protective armor. But he tore his eyes from the scales that steadily covered Laito's form to watch unabashed as horns…actual horns sprouted from his head.
"Mine!" Laito snarled baring his fangs that KarlHeinz noted were more than the average set for the average vampire, along with a rather menacing expression. Laito surprised him further as he seemed to hunch over Michiko before his slitted emerald eyes seemed to fluctuate burning a bright fuchsia as he released an deafening roar that seemed to shake the mansion itself.
"Tch." KarlHeniz would not be cowered especially not but a child no matter how impressed he was.
His eyes twitched in annoyance as his other two spawn seemed to materialize from the shadows…well Kanato the little creepy shit did. Kanato's legs coated in shimmering black scales a black scaled tail that was covered in noxious spikes positioned behind him like a scorpion. Ayato landed in a predatory crouch across him in an impressive show of his demonic heritage, his fingers claws, his arms thick muscles covered in glinting bloody garnets scales, his wings seeming to flutter behind him before fusing into his back.
Yami Michiko was right, his guards were fucking useless. How was it they couldn't even detain two brats?
His eyes narrowed as he watched them they did not attack each other like he was sure they would, nor did the attack Laito who continued to glare into him.
They positioned themselves something akin to how he'd seen wolf demons when hunting in their pack and couldn't help but scowl when the two brats bared their fangs at him like Laito.
KarlHeinz didn't consider himself a demon by any means. But deep down his instincts told him what was happening in front of his disbelieving eyes.
Laito had called to them, summoned them and they came…they fuck came and rearing for fucking battle at that. They hoarded, standing around what they deemed their female like…like a legion of pure-blooded dragons demons.
The thought alone made him want to run his sword through them.
Demons were savage, wild beasts in his eyes, yes, he thought this even of Michiko she was just the only beast that he actually wanted to tame…but this…
He watched his sons…this was not what he expected…or wanted. He did not waste his immortality wrapping Cordelia a half blood around his finger expending time fucking her and getting her pregnant for her to produce children who acted like they were full blooded demon instead of a fucking quarter.
He cursed Cordelia and her damn demon blood and accursed womb, surely this was her fault.
And it brought out the worst of him.
He could feel an animalistic growl escape his lips his eyes flashing in displeasure his Adam and Eve project was for ultimately wiping out the demonic race not promoting more of them.
Another growl escaped his lips when the little shits didn't falter or back down and he could feel his patience reaching its end.
He was the oldest strongest thing in the room. The alpha, the dominant male in the room and they were too damn well recognize it and summit to him.
Snapping when they remained defiant he released the full extent of his domineering aura, his own figure phasing into something more demonic.
Giant hairless silver wings protected by rubbery, leathery skin erupted from his back as his body continued to grow. His human visage faded away replaced by a short snout filled with fangs, large ears like a rodent, and a fur-covered torso.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that he was taking this too far…had gone too far but the animalistic side of him the demonic side that he refused to acknowledge and had buried away for so long had gotten its first taste of freedom in at least three millennia.
He was also taking a sadistic glee when the three simultaneously let out pain filled whimpered immediately bowing under the weight of his power.
He could feel his energy flare around him like a beacon, living breathing power, it was enough for even him get drunk off of it.
Yami, why had he stopped phasing into thins form again?
His wings flared out knocking out a wall, not that it mattered to him. KarlHeinz was losing himself to the high of his own demonic energy letting out an ear-shattering screech that shattered the glass around them and made another wall crumble under the force of the sonic vibrations.
Not pausing when the children around him began to scream in agony, not when the smell of blood filtered through his nose…
No KarlHeinz only stopped when his screech was met with a single warning snarl.
He looked met with the hellish gaze of a half-transformed Michiko looking ready to tear his throat out.
OMG. This took me so long to get out its not even funny…like at all. I won't even enlighten ya'll on how many times I rewrote this or swapped povs between the characters. I originally started this through Michiko's pov stepping onto the scene and raising hell like an avenging angel but scrapped that idea, instead, writing through the other character pov with gleams of Michiko.
Updates will be sporadic. I haven't started writing the next chapter and at this point the story is really just writing itself lol.
But by the gods ya'll forreal, the struggle was real, trying to find the right amount of angst was rather hard…I'm still not really sold on this chapter, but I feel like I've made ya wait long enough.
Hope I left enough warning in the beginning. If not sorry!
Any body up for a monster fight and a trip to the demon relam?
ps. I haven't forgotten about Cordeila...
pps. She will get whats comming to her...