Demon Diary: Krayon x Erutis

This is my first Demon Diary fanfic, and I don't know much about it so please bear with me as I blunder through this. I am buying the whole set though in a few months. Also this is an AU type of ficcy.

Summary: Basically Erutis is on her way back to her village when she catches ill and has to take cover in a nearby castle. But, in her weakened state, she fails to notice it is Lord Krayon's castle… And from there on Krayon tries to win her heart.

In any case this story is the one that will be updated/finished first. And thanks to all my lovely reviewers! I would respond here to you all, but I can't open my reviews for some reason! I didn't get review alert or anything! ((angry)) Oh well.

And by the way, this will be a Christmastime fic! Scotland gets rain and snow, and I wanted everybody to understand that part. Erutis was running through sleet for the most part in the first chapter so now it's clear.

Chapter Two: Falling Facades

Reclining in Erutis' bedroom just became Lord Krayon's favorite pastime. Because now, you see, she doesn't know I'm here while she draws in the room conjoined. This brings me to the point that I can see her through the hallway. She is sketching carefully, her delicate mouth formed in a cute sort of pout. The pencil brushes this way, shades a touch here, there, and then she whisks it back across the paper much like she wields her sword. Quick, powerfully, and effortlessly elegant and graceful.

Krayon adjusted himself to watch her dress sweep against her curves as she moved ever so slightly. Quite enjoyable, this time spent. He never before had appreciated such simplicity before he'd seen her. She enjoyed all the little things in life, things most anyone could have. Stars shining brightly above her every night, waiting for her admiration. Sunshine waiting to wake her from deep slumber. Everything to her was beautiful; though it was not often she let anyone see through her façade to her soul.

He'd been lucky, seeing as how no one had seen her, for what she truly was. A fragile flower, a vulnerable beauty, something so delicate that if her heart was broken she'd shatter into a thousand pieces.

But, it was about time to openly expose this side, the side she always hid behind a wall in her heart. Pain tore through her every night as she slept. He'd heard the screams of, "Mother! Please, I didn't mean to! Please forgive me Mother!" and he'd clasped her so close in his arms. He'd crushed her against him when she'd sob in sleep, pleading her apologies that Father had left them with nothing, that she'd do anything to be forgiven, to be loved.

Demon Lord Krayon had held her in his arms all night, trying his best to drown her hellish memories with the most soothing dreams he could think of. But it had never worked. She'd always wake halfway, eyes darkened in a trance, clasping her hands around her legs and rocking back and forth, back and forth. He could feel her heart breaking, her spirit crumbling.

One day, he would erase all of that, change it all. But for the moment, he would wait patiently for her mask to fall, for her to finally break down and allow him to comfort and hold her, to cherish her, to love her.

Erutis was in a good mood today, for a rather shocking change. Even considering the fact there was nothing to wear except dresses. This, of course, was the work of Lord Fancy Pants. Ever since his… transgression in her bedchambers, he'd been dogging her footsteps even more, as if he were waiting.

She had realized he knew she was hiding something, or rather, hiding behind something. This knowledge had not only irritated her, it had terrified her. What if he guessed the truth? How could she ever hope to escape him then? His possessiveness and extra concern would never leave her then.

Wasn't life supposed to be a bowl of cherries? One could accurately state she was in the pits, metaphorically speaking. At least she had the comfort knowing that her hair wouldn't grow any longer. She needed to maintain the image of- what the bloody hell?

Erutis snatched a strand of auburn, measuring it carefully. It had grown two inches. Two bloody inches! Outrageous! It had to have something to do with Krayon, she just knew it. With her mind made up, she rose gracefully out of her seat, slammed the pencil down hard, and strode towards her room to grab her sword. Just in case.

And then she saw him, smirking on her bed like it was the most natural place in the world to be. She watched his smirk grow wider as her eyes grew to the size of saucers. He rose boldly to greet her.

"Why so nice of you to join me Erutis darling! Would you care to join me for a cup of tea in the garden?" The handsome demon winked once at her, the eye that bore stars beneath it of course, and wrapped a strong arm around her waist.

Immediately she jerked herself out of his embrace, and began her calm interrogation. "Just why is my hair two inches longer than it was THREE DAYS AGO!" Well, so much for calm. Lasting about a third of the sentence, it quickly made its retreat back to serenity, seeing as how anger enjoyed torturing serenity.

Another smirk graced the fair lips of the Demon Lord. "Well it's only fitting that a Demon Lord's lover looks the part. And in any case sweetheart, I have nothing to do with it. My castle, seeing as how we're destined to be together and I've fallen in love with you, is enchanted. It carries power over all that is mine, and even I can't change some things. So when it deems your hair must become lengthy, your beautiful locks obey. And when your clothing is not thought appropriate by the castle, it removes the offending articles and replaces them with something more eloquent and fitting."

The only response he received upon his Erutis hearing his words was an infuriated stare.

"Erutis, wait! Come now, its not like I don't adore your new look! I actually find it much more charming than your previous one!" He called desperately to her retreating back.

She looked back up to him, now on the second flight of steps directly below him, and replied, "I have no wish to look feminine. I feel weak, helpless, and vulnerable. This castle will pay for this intrusion, one way or another!" Slight tears formed in her eyes, and she picked up her speed, practically flying over the steps.

For a moment Krayon stood speechless, shocked. His beloved Erutis, weeping? Because of his castle, his creation? Because she felt vulnerable without her look of strength? Instantly he jumped below to the second flight, and began running towards her, trying to locate where she might have fled.

Silently he cursed himself as his demon strength and speed dashed through all the corridors, finding nothing. A glance here: nope, no Erutis. A fierce questioning to a servant: no Erutis. 'Damnit!' he cursed himself again for his stupidity.

He had to find her.

In the Rose Garden

Small sobs were echoing as Erutis dabbed carefully at her eyes with the hem of her dress. Erutis sat weeping a stone bench, hands now over her eyes as if to shield them from the sun.

She couldn't believe she'd fallen apart back then. If Krayon didn't know then, he certainly did now. He knew she was weak, nothing without her Sword Master fountain of strength to draw upon. She could do nothing, feeling feminine, and she had tried so many years to bury her vulnerability. But it hadn't worked then, and hadn't worked now.

She didn't know what to do now. This… castle… would never free her until she returned Krayon's feelings. But then again, did she really want freedom? She could never admit it, but she felt… secure in Krayon's castle, in Krayon's presence. He made her feel wanted, loved, cherished, something she'd never felt with anyone else.

But she didn't know if she could be helpless, really let herself fall into his waiting arms. Oh she knew he was waiting, and now that she was immortal up until murder, he would wait forever if need be. He had no rush, and neither did she. Trapped, Erutis realized, trapped forever with Krayon. An altogether not displeasing thought, if it were not for the fact of…

A sudden feeling of power disturbed her thoughts. It had to be Krayon, and he had to be near. Panicked, Erutis tried to press herself against a wall in the shadows, only to realize it wasn't a wall at all.

Two arms snatched her and clamped her tightly against his chest, a hand tight around her waist and the other stroking her hair. He said nothing, and Erutis could feel more tears coming. She tried valiantly to repress them, keep them at bay, but she could do almost nothing about the silent tears making tracks down her face and staining Krayon's shirt.

It almost felt nice, held in his arms so comfortingly. A sudden realization struck her. He was stroking her hair, her long hair. Her short auburn hair was now a long wavy mane down to her lower back.

Krayon could feel her silent tears cascading down her cheeks. He could feel her tense for a moment at his touch, and then sag against him. Her body was limp as a rag, and he could feel her vulnerability and pain. Her agony was his. Carefully he lifted her into his arms, kissing her gently.

A/N: Well that was a grand total of five pages in Word. Short, but longer than the previous chapter. The whole castle mystique thing I admit is to say the least... out there. But I had to find a way to make Erutis immortal like Krayon. I have volumes 2 and 4 of Demon Diary, so I have a touch more knowledge than when I began this story. Don't forget to review- it only takes two!

Ta!

Fallen Seraphim Azarael