Just What the Doctor Ordered

Demon Diary: Krayon x Erutis

A/N: And please forgive the past two chapters for their terrible writing quality. I felt the need to update and I couldn't work up the inspiration to write like I normally do. That and roasting marshmallows over the flames I've been receiving. So hopefully this chapter will make up for them. I've been settling into college life, battling evil wireless routers, trying to finish reading the whole series of Demon Diary that I bought a week and a half ago, and attempting to finish prints I started two months ago to sell. I'm almost broke, and I don't have much time to do anything. But when I do update, they won't be crappy. They'll mainly be updated on weekends.

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Chapter Four: Nighttime Trances

Rise my child, rise from your fall,

For tonight my child, you shall answer my call.

Words could not express the conflicting emotions swirling in Erutis' mind as the onslaught on her senses continued. She was floating in her conscience, aware only of the Demon Lord above her, running his elegant fingers through her hair, caressing her face and neck, setting her skin aflame. Nothing in the world except him and his kisses existed in that moment of time.

She wasn't supposed to feel like this, damnit! It was all wrong! Demons weren't kind and loving, especially to the Knights. How could he love her so? How could she be responding to him like this, after all he had done to her? Confusion pushed and Erutis found herself pushing him away from her, only to find that one of his hands trapped hers against his chest. She struggled again, twisting her head to one side to escape his fiery kisses, but to no avail as he merely twisted with her, slipping the shoulders off her dress to her elbows. His eyes wandered over her exposed skin, savoring her milky shoulders, caressing them softly.

A muffled plea for escape wasn't helping her either, as he pushed farther her into the satiny comfort of the luxurious bed. Her heart began beating even faster than it had before, no longer in passion and heat, but now in fear of what Krayon was planning to do to her. No struggle was going to free her now, and the Demon Lord was not letting her leave him.

Instincts held the reins now in Krayon's mind. All he could think of was taking and loving his sweet maiden 'til she was breathless. Every struggle she made strengthened his instinct, and every move she made to free herself set him on fire, burning and scorching his body in passionate heat.

If she thought she'd ever escape him, she was so wrong. So, so wrong. He had waited for so long, waited for her to fall so that he could be the one to catch her. He had waited long enough, and neither heaven nor hell would stop him this time. He had been controlled enough to free her when she'd fought, but no more. He would claim his maiden fully, his beautiful, sweet Erutis.

The already dim lights became darker as the twinkling sylphs doused every bright light in the room. The silvery sheer curtains draped around the massive bed, sending the room into breathtaking romanticism. Small silver candles winked softly at the golden locks of the demon, and clung to the auburn mane of his maiden beneath him.

'There is nothing in the world that can stop him,' Erutis realized. 'Nothing! She was going to be Krayon's mate, his beloved! She didn't want to be his… or did she?' She pushed one more time against his chest to try and push him off her when a disturbing sound echoed in the grounds several floors below their room.

The disturbing noise seemed to jerk Krayon out of his demonic-instinct trance, and he looked down at his terrorized Erutis, who was quivering, fear rampaging and open in her eyes. He would have smiled for her, that special smile he reserved only for her, if it were not for her terror emanating in blood boiling waves. His instincts screamed for him to comfort her, seemingly forgetting that these same instincts had put that fear in her. No. He wouldn't take her until she returned his love. It would not be this way, damnit! Love her though he did, he would not let his instincts mix with his love to take her when she was still innocent.

He closed his eyes softly, burying his face in her hair, feeling her shaking intensify slightly. "I'm so… so sorry, querida. Please… please… please forgive me one day." And without another word he disappeared from the room, leaving Erutis laying on the bed, her dress slipped half way down her shoulders. Still in shock, she stood slowly, adjusting her dress to cover her appropriately.

Tentatively she stood in front of the floor-length mirror, touching her swollen lips. It was hard to believe, at first. Shock echoed in her pale features reflected by the mirror. Her hair hung limply, mussed from his fingers running through it and the duvet. Already fair skin was now deathly pale, only the slightest bit of color in her cheeks. She looked like the fragile child she once was, and felt it deeply.

Memories began flooding her mind, pushing at everything; trying to break free from the barrier she had locked them behind so many years ago. And then the tears began, one tear, then two, then a whole river of tears came pouring down her cheeks. Memories of her father cursing her, blaming her for his wife's betrayal. Blaming her, beating her, constantly telling her she was worthless, just like that lousy excuse for a demoness.

Erutis had hidden in the corner, clutching a small red-haired doll her mother had given her before she left, tucking it next to her whilst she was asleep. A note was left with doll, telling only that she loved her daughter. The morning following Erutis' mother's disappearance, people swarmed the house in search for any clues. Father had been silent; as if still unbelieving his wife left him. His demoness wife…

"NOOO!" Erutis shrieked suddenly, clutching her head to block the pain. "NOOO, Father! I didn't mean to Father! Don't make me do this Father! Please don't!" She screamed again, falling to the floor and curling her knees against her chest, rocking slowly to and fro. "Please, Father, please don't hurt me…" she mumbled softly, eyes shut, tears still streaming unendingly.

Far above where she wept, there levitated the Demon Lord Krayon, desperately thinking of how he could ever regain what little he had of Erutis' trust, and eventually her forgiveness. How could he have lost control like that? Granted, when he was around her he lost a major piece of it, but he still had power over those… actions that took place and almost took place. It was puzzling, irritating, and above all, frightening. If he lost control again with her, could anything stop him? Not even her desperate pleas could wake him from his instinct-induced demonic state.

The fear and terror in her eyes was burned in his mind, heart, and soul for eternity. Never had he seen his querida shake in fear of anyone, anything, never. Even when her companions had been weak, and injured, never had there been that much fear present in her face. It was horrific, that he, Demon Lord Krayon, one of the five eldest demons, had lost passionate control with the woman he loved. Especially when he'd sworn to himself he would not push her into that, not quickly anyways.

A bitter laugh escaped into the frozen night air, heard by no one's ears. He would simply have to try stronger attempts at capturing his beloved's heart, without hurting her more than he already had. But his effort hadn't all been in vain: she hadn't decked him or laid him out flat with that right hook of hers. Instead she had allowed him to steal the first, and then the second kiss, even partially returning them.

He smiled merrily at the thought, and then the smile turned to a grimace as he realized he had then gained some ground with her, only to make her not only dislike him, but now to fear him desperately. She would run like a rabbit if she saw him at all. His Erutis was not one whose emotions you would play with, that was something he learned the first time he'd met her.

It would break her, slowly but surely break her. And those nighttime screams about her past, begging her father not to hurt her, and that she was sorry she made her mother leave. She was sorry she'd made her demoness mother leave. That first time he'd heard that shriek of agony it had wrenched his heart almost more than the fury and pain he'd felt when she'd scream for her father's mercy, not to beat her.

If that bastard wasn't already dead, he would've done it himself with the greatest pleasure in eternity. As she'd lain shivering, sobbing, and prayers for mercy in his arms on those cold nights, he would listen to everything she screamed, muttered, anything. Oftentimes he had to strive for control, in order to not destroy the entire Human race, excepting Erutis and her friends that is. His powers would flare, sending warning signs across his realm to all inhabitants that their Lord was in the most dangerous of tempers.

Many times the entire world, every realm, would have small earthquakes from the leakage of his full power, increased by the extreme instinct to love and protect his mate, and avenge her agony. A few times he'd received puzzled and irritated calls from the various Demon Lords of their respective realms, demanding to know just what was he thinking pulling stunts like this. Occasionally if they were new he'd slaughter them for irresponsibility, naïveté, and discourteous if not uncouth behavior.

It had been one of those calls that had ripped him away from his demonic state with Erutis, and for that, he was grateful in so many ways. He had killed the offensive demon, of course, but was secretly thankful.

A scream ripped through the night, startling Krayon, and then another scream of, "NOOO! Father I didn't mean to! Please Father, I beg you, please forgive me Father!" Another cry of anguish split the moonlit sky, echoing in the corridors of the palace, sending the servants into a frenzy of tears for the poor Mistress, their poor Mistress so plagued by the memories of her past.

They had known long about her screams of agony, and would always quietly retreat into the shadows to leave their Lord to comfort their Lady the best he could. The sobs and shrieks would die down, eventually, and they would never find their Master in his own chambers, instead sleeping with his beloved, her fragile form cradled gently in his lap.

Krayon heard something different in this memory of hell, she was screaming for her mother, begging her to return to them. Instantly he was at her side, holding her tight as he always did, kissing and whispering reassuring things to her, hoping they would reach her war-torn mind and calm her. But they never did.

Tonight was different though, there was something different about her as she gazed at her deathly white reflection in the mirror. Even her hair looked to have changed slightly, highlighted by the moon pouring in over her anguished body. Her wide eyes looked up at him blankly, seeing nothing, knowing nothing, remembering nothing but her private hell.

Now curled against his chest on his silver bed, she shook as silent tears poured down her face in rivulets, dropping on his hands. Tonight she whispered to him, Krayon, directly, taking his hand in her small one. A startled Krayon looked down in her face, seeing some semblance of recollection and present understanding. Intrigued and concerned, he looked expectantly for her to speak. But the voice that came from her mouth did not belong to her.

"I wish to tell you something my daughter has hidden since I left."

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A/N: You read. Please review. It not only makes me happy to know somebody besides serpentilewitch enjoys the story, but keeps me going through these long school years. Six pages in Word, 2,085 words, and took three hours to think and type.