Hello~! I didn't get many reviews for the last chapter, so I'm not sure whether or not anyone except a couple people are interested in the contest :/ I'll take another chapter to collect feedback! If you're new, or didn't read the author's note in the last chapter, please go back and read it, and tell me your opinions, yes?:D

Everyone enjoy the little Devin and March fun time? Well….I wonder what Alex was doing? Let's see….

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Alex's PoV:

I sat next to the hospital bed where Jericko was, watching blankly as the nurse unwound the bandages from around the dragon's torso. Her hands shook as she did it, and from lurking in her mind, I knew she was very afraid of Jericko. Everyone was. He didn't come into the main part of the castle often, and when he did, the servants he encountered were usually…damaged.

Apparently, he had let some of the ones he took to his lair out if they had lasted. But they weren't the same people, and never would be, and had stories of the terrible things he did to them.

It didn't take a genius to figure out Jericko got off on other's pain. The entire week had had been in the hospital, he did everything he could to frighten and mentally torture the nurses and doctors in charge of him.

Except me. He was on strangely good behavior around me, and therefore didn't make any moves towards the nurse and he simply grinned predatorily at me. Once the bandages were off, he flexed and stretched, stood and punched the air a few times to get his sense of movement back.

The nurse stood with her hands clasped in front of her, looking down and away as if she were afraid he was going to try out his strength on her. He smirked and grabbed her chin, making her jerk and lift terrified eyes to his when he tilted her face up.

"Aww, is the little bitch afraid?" he purred, dragging black, sharpened nails down her cheek, leaving red marks. She gulped, and he rolled his eyes, throwing her away from him and onto the ground with a flick of his wrist. "Get out. Your fear and fucking cowardice make me sick."

She got up immediately and scrambled away, and I stood, raising an incredulous eyebrow. "I thought you would have done something. It doesn't seem like you to show mercy."

Jericko turned his black gaze to me, still in his 7 foot height. "Tch. It's not mercy. I'm a soulless embodiment of evil. I'm a bastard, and I know it. I just don't have the time to fool with ignorant, disgusting roaches," he commented, obsidian eyes solemn.

"Oh?" I questioned, already knowing why.

He grinned, fangs gleaming as he shrunk down to around 5'7, an inch shorter than me. "Damn straight. You said you were going to top me, and I haven't fucked a good partner that doesn't die in a long time. We're gonna take the fucking roof down."

That interested me. He killed all of his partners, hm? I beckoned him forward arrogantly with a finger, and surprisingly, he actually obeyed, moving forward until he was inches from me.

I smirked and kissed him, and he immediately kissed me back, our tongues fighting for dominance in the kiss until he finally gave in and let me control it. I nipped at his lips intentionally hard, bruising and drawing blood, earning a sexual moan from him. That surprised me, his like of the pain.

"Where are we going for this, hm?" I asked in a purring tone, licking the blood from his lips.

He grinned. "Shit, not my place. I don't let anyone in my fucking room. And my lair has only rooms I know you don't want to be stuck with. You're room sound alright?"

My eyes flashed green, and we were there. Jericko obviously tried not to look amazed, and yet it was there in his eyes for a moment. Of course, he didn't know I was supposedly the Caterpillar, so the fact I was honing my skills to the point I could teleport baffled him.

The savage grin he gave me moments later though, heated my body up. "You're powerful, Alex. And so, I'd like to let you know something," he murmured, stripping.

I raised an eyebrow and made my clothes evaporate. "And that something is?" As I asked this, I made my way to him and pushed him back onto my bed, on top of him on all fours immediately.

His look never changed from sly confidence as he reached up and tangled his hands in my hair, forcing my face within inches of his, burning black eyes boring into mine. "I've never intentionally let anyone top me. I refuse to bottom for anyone less powerful than myself. And you pass."

My smile, which he probably expected to contain pride or happiness, was chilling. And yet, inside, I did feel a bit of pride. Probably because of the broken jewel. "You haven't even seen half of what I can do, dragon," I stated.

Jericko's eyes widened, and then widened even more as I hooked my hands behind his knees and pushed his legs up, positioning my throbbing erection at his entrance. Just a little bit of doubt entered his eyes as he realized I was going to force my way in without any preparation or lube.

But even as his mouth opened to question me about it, I snapped my hips forward and entered him all the way. Despite the fact I actually wasn't anywhere near him in size, I felt the entrance tear some at the rough entry, and even felt a little bad at the low growl of pain that exited his mouth.

Though, I did note that he didn't get any softer, his own cock still standing hard and proud between us. "It doesn't hurt that much does it?" I questioned in an arrogant, scolding tone, one Master Antoine had used on me many times before.

The dragon smiled a bit, obviously taking the challenge, and simply wrapped his legs around my waist, flexing them and forcing me in even deeper. "Not at fucking all. Now get moving, Capitan. Before I take control here."

Oddly enough, the blood from the tear actually served as lube, and even sooner than I thought, the Jabberwocky writhed beneath me, moving with me and moaning.

I flipped him, putting him on all fours and grabbing the back of his head, pushing it down and into my mattress. It presented me with a wondrous view of his ass as my member slid in and out, muffling his cries and moans in a delicious way.

Although…despite the fact that I was enjoying it as well, I couldn't shake a small feeling of unease. As if I wasn't supposed to be doing this with him. With anyone. Anyone other than….

I shook my head deftly. No. I would not think of that man. Not now. The Alice meant nothing. Was nothing.

"A-Alex! F-fuck yeah! Harder! I'm gonna cum! Harder!" Jericko growled, forcing his hips back against me and grinding.

I smiled sadistically. The great Jabberwocky, source of six great wars in Wonderland, destroyer of good, harbinger of death and evil, at my mercy. So I…would give him what he wanted.

I envoked a bit of my Caterpillar strength, crashing my hips into his ass three time harder than I had been going, his answering moan music to my ears. I was close as well, and thrust hard and fast towards my building orgasm.

"Ahhh! Shit! Yes yes yes!" Jericko groaned, ripping holes in my sheets where he gripped them as he came, splattering the white fluid all over his stomach and the bed. The tightening of his muscles milked my orgasm from me as well, and I released inside of him, groaning in satisfaction.

We both panted, Jericko collapsing after a moment. I eyed his entrance, still bleeding a little too heavily to be normal. "Are you going to bleed to death?" I asked blankly.

He looked back and rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, it was fucking great for me too, thanks for asking. Yes, I'm damn sure I'll be fine."

I chuckled, spreading his ass cheeks and lowering my head. He looked back questioningly, only to hiss as I dipped my tongue into the puckered flesh, tasting blood and my own cum. I felt around, making him writhe, but really I was feeling to see how large the tear was, and how quickly it was healing.

It seemed to be doing fine, and I left the dripping hole alone moments later, Jericko giving me a look that said I was crazy. "You're one jacked up mother fucker," he mumbled, then sneered. "I like that."

I laughed and lay down next to him, putting my arms behind my head. "Shut up and sleep. You'll heal faster, and I fully intend to train you to my tastes."

His eyes darkened, as if I had said something he didn't like, but he turned his head away when he spoke. There was torment in his tone. "The Jabberwocky cannot be tamed by any other than Vivaldi blood." His fists clenched, and my eyes were drawn to the armlet on his left arm. "I shouldn't be tamed at all."

Realizing this was going to turn into a situation that would require lots of drama and no sleeping, I simply reached over and pinched a place on his shoulder, sending him to sleep immediately.

All was quiet for that moment, and I gazed at Jericko's sleeping form. Even at rest, he looked dangerous. It was hard to believe that I, someone who looked almost completely powerless, could top such a powerful being.

"Always bound, and never free, Always fear the Jabberwocky. Here his roar, and quake in fear, always controlled by his master near. His power is unmatchable, yet his freedom is always uncatchable. So the day will come when he will fall. When the Jabberwocky is free so shall we be all," a voice said.

The voice sounded like a woman's, speaking at the same time as a deep voiced man. "He is strong, but that strength comes at a price."

My gaze jerked across the room and I sat up immediately, only to freeze and have my jaw drop. The man in the room was one of the strangest, and yet most beautiful, things I had ever seen.

The left half of his body, including his face, was black, his eye on that side solid white, while his right half was pristine white, and a solid black eye on that side. The black half had white hair, and the white half had black hair. That hair was so long it dragged on the floor, and seemed to my constantly moving, as if touched by a ghostly wind.

The only thing he wore was a long, flowing loin cloth, black and white in equal amounts on it. His torso was bare, the black and white muscles solid and strong.

"Who…are you?" I asked in awe, green eyes wide as I stared.

A sad look crossed his face, and he beckoned me forward in an almost gentle manner. As I stood to come to him, I was suddenly ashamed of my nakedness, and began to cover myself up.

The man however, shook his head at this, and beckoned me closer. "Do not be ashamed of your body in front of me, my chosen. I find you perfectly flawed, and will not judge. I am sad that you do not know me, for I have missed you while you were not in Wonderland," he said in that two toned voice.

When I was within arms reach of him, my arms dropped relaxedly to my sides, his voice soothing any insecurity I had. "Know you? I would remember meeting such a person," I said confidently, fighting to keep the emotions leaking from the jewel from entering my eyes.

"You embrace the emotionlessness of that jewel, of the enchantment placed upon you by the son of Corrupted Hearts. For our meeting, so that you may know me, I will take it away. But I will put it back, as my interference would cause unbalance should I not," the man said.

He placed his white hand on my chest, over the jewel, and it melted away as if it had never been. Emotions bombarded me, and my legs shook as I fought the urge to crumble. Devin. I had cheated on him, and it ripped my heart to shreds. I had killed people, done unspeakable things. Tears gathered in my eyes and a sob wrenched from my very soul wracked my body.

Then both of those hands were on my face, tilting my face up to look into the black and white eyes. The sorrow drained, and was replaced by the wonder of whoever was in front of me. The power, the age, the knowledge and wisdom in those eyes was over powering.

I remembered, a deep, forgotten memory that no normal person would remember. Being a child, not even a week old, and seeing those eyes as I was sent with my mother to Earth. I had met this man before.

No. Man was right. This person…this being was a god.

"Correct, my chosen. I am Reliquum. Creator of Wonderland, its creatures its gods, and its people. Keeper of balance. And you are The Caterpillar. My representative and chosen, also a keeper of balance," he murmured to me.

I stared up at him, mesmerized. "B-but…isn't Julus…?"

A smile curved on Reliquum's lips, and the beauty of his face almost made me want to weep. Something told me a smile from him was a rare thing. "Julus is an heir, yes. But not to the throne of Caterpillar…Your mother was a Noble, Alexander."

This seemed almost like a dream, it was hard to belive it could be real. "A Noble..as in…she was from Wonderland? What Noble family was she from?" I questioned. While I was here, I had indeed learned a lot about Wonderland in my stay.

Reliquum gestured to the room. "Vivaldi."

My stomach rolled, and I nearly passed out if it weren't for the god's presence. "V-vivaldi? Sarah… Vivaldi?The King's missing sister?" I choked out.

He nodded and I fought the urge to throw up. "So he's…"

"Your uncle, yes. You and Julus are the Twins of Legend. Two of the Saviors of this Wonderland, alongside your mate, Devin."

I bit my lip and teary up. "But, I-I-! I Did such terrible thing! I cheated on Devin! I…I've been raped by my own uncle… H-how could we ever…how could I ever…" I whispered tearily.

"You did not do these things of your own free will, though I know you think you did. You will save Wonderland, or all of you will die in the process. Wonderland will collapse in on itself, its infrastructure will cease to support and work, the Nobles will be gone, and Antoine will rule a dark, desolate kingdom. You will have to make sacrifices, Alexander, to save this world," the god told me solemnly.

"How?! You said you would put the jewel back on when we were done talking! Am I even going to remember all of this?! I can't do this! I'm just me!" I almost shouted, the tears flowing down my face now.

Reliquum stroked my cheek softly, affectionately, like a father. "Do not weep for weakness which is not present. You are strong, Alexander. You will remember all of this as a dream. You will not believe it to be true. When the time comes, you will remember and understand. It is because you are you that you can."

I couldn't help but relax into the touch. "W-why can't you just end it yourself? You're a god!" I whimpered.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling and comforting. Another rare thing. "If only it were that easy, my chosen. But I must also maintain balance, even at the cost of all of my wonderful chosen, and at the cost of my people's despair. I take the burdens I create, and I must shoulder them until the next period of peace comes. I will take responsibility for this."

"Balance…" I murmured, thinking on it for a second.

Reliquum grasped my hand softly, and laid it against his chest, over the thumping of his strong heart. "Your father and all before him accepted that there must be balance. For if there is no evil to combat good…"

"Then who is to say what good really is?" I finished softly.

The god nodded and smiled proudly. "Exactly, Alexander. Amadeus accepted his death. He did not blame Julus or anyone else. He is with his beloveds now, and he has been watching you grow. We are all proud of you, and we all believe in you. With my help, Alexander, you cannot lose."

I looked up at him sadly. "You're going to leave now, aren't you?" I asked in an equally sad tone.

He smiled in answer. "You will always be able to call me, for I see all. I will know when you need me…and Alexander…" he whispered, and I held my breath in shock as a single shining tear escaped and slid down his black cheek. "I am truly sorry for all of the pain you will go through."

Then…everything went black.

-THE NEXT DAY-

I sat up in a flash, my heart pounding for a reason I didn't understand. I looked down, confirming the presence of the jewel in my chest. It was still there, and I no longer felt the overwhelming flow of emotion.

Why…what happened? I could only remember a vague dream. It meant nothing to me, dreams were flights of fantasy that signaled weakness.

I read a note left by Jericko, he had gone to escort the King around. What was there to do now? Train, of course. I would become stronger.