Just What the Doctor Ordered

Demon Diary: Krayon x Erutis

A/N: Please read Chapter Four's Opening A/N if you don't remember something important that I'm not going to go over again. By the way, querida is Spanish for 'sweetheart,' or 'darling,' or 'dearest,' or 'beloved.' Whatever you want, it's a very personal endearing term.

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Chapter Five: Forgive Me, Querida

Always forgive, but never forget,

For lack of fear leaves only regret.

Krayon narrowed his eyes in suspicion at the voice that came from his beloved's mouth, and spoke in clipped tones. "Who are you, and why do you steal the form of my lover's weakened state?" He removed himself from Erutis, or the being that had partially taken over her body, propping her on the pillows of his bed.

A wry smile found its way on her face, giving her the appearance of some creature of the night. "Do not be worried for my daughter, Demon Lord of Egae, for I am not here to harm neither you nor her. I am here to tell you something, as I have just stated." The smile turned to a serious frown, as if she were scorning the Lord.

Krayon tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I would have you disposed of you for intrusion, but you are in possession of my Erutis' body. And, perhaps if my beloved wished for me to know, she would have told me." Another look of suspicion was sent her way.

A dead laugh echoed in the enclosed room, causing Krayon to narrow his eyes further. The woman in front of him stood, and waved a gentle finger over her daughter's attire, transforming the black, skimpy, piece of trash into a long, elegant, and form-fitting silver gown. "She cannot tell anyone, for it is a spell that her Father laid upon her since my departure. But I will tell you, because you must know the truth of her origins." A stern look crossed the room, sending shivers up Krayon's spine. Shivers never ran up Krayon's spine in fear.

"You must truly be a demoness, a powerful one. So, I will listen to you. Continue." Krayon took a moment to pause before speaking, carefully choosing his words.

An inclination of the woman's head signified she understood. "Years ago, in the time when my daughter suffered by the hands of… the man she calls father, she learnt of a horrible secret by accident. The secret was that I, her mother, did not leave. I threatened… him that I would leave if he would not end his drinking and gambling. But he didn't listen. Finally, I packed up my things, and Erutis', planning to take her far away from here, and we could live our own new life. He found out, and murdered me whilst I slept, and then cremated my body." She paused here, drawing in a shaky breath before continuing.

"Erutis discovered his secret when she found my necklace in a pile of ash, and confronted her father about it. He was so furious, and I could do nothing but watch while he whipped my daughter…" Another pause and the sound of tears could be heard. Krayon sympathetically handed her a tissue, inwardly trying to keep his anger down to a tolerable level so as not to receive unwelcome guests once more.

"She was soon thereafter declared to be possessed by the spirit of an evil demoness, and she was exorcised." Krayon stood bolt upright, unmasked fury and horror on his face.

"She was exorcised! How dare they exorcise her, damn them the filthy bastards! I'll kill them all!" he shoved a hand through his hair and began pacing, mumbling various ways to torture them. But a solemn look from the woman possessing the form of his Erutis and he sat down again, attempting to contain his fury once more.

"The exorcism bound her secret to her soul, to keep it from ever surfacing. In any case, she was awake throughout, screaming she was sorry and begging her 'father' for mercy. Her hands were bound, tied to the saddle of a horse, and the man… and the man cracked the horse to gallop."

The woman began to cry hysterically, and then finished with, "My daughter somehow freed herself, killed him, and she ran forty miles to the next town, stopping only for water from the stream. I leave you with these secrets of hers, and may you hope to understand why she is afraid to love… why she is afraid to trust you. Consider yourself lucky she didn't run when you kissed her earlier, for it takes much of her to control her immediate instinct to run, to hide, to escape once more. I take my leave… think well upon my words, Demon Lord Krayon of Egae, and prove to my daughter that you truly love her."

Krayon had long stood up in fury, destroying three paintings hung upon the wall, and tearing a cloak in two. But when he watched a faint light soar out of his Erutis' body, he immediately was at her side, clasping her to his chest and rocking her back and forth, feeling her tears stain through his shirt.

"Erutis… my poor sweet querida…" he spoke softly into her hair, cradling her gently, and holding her so tight against him.

Erutis turned his arms to look him in the face, her tears leaving stains on her pale cheeks. Shakily she reached a hand up to his face, brushing it tenderly. He smiled gently at her and placed his hand over her small one. She leaned back against his chest bringing his hand to her other one.

"Please…" she whispered quietly, "Please Krayon, please be real…"

Krayon gently kissed her forehead, replying, "I am as real as my love for you, and I will love you forever." He watched her smile in content as she fell into sleep, loosening even more in his arms. Carefully, he laid down with her, spooning her against him tightly, one hand wrapped around her waist and the other in an arch over her head. Soon, he too fell into the lull of slumber. The servants down below heard no more screams or sobs that night, and they too collapsed into sleep.

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When Erutis woke, the sun was just barely peeking over the horizon. Groggily she forced her tired eyes open to observe her surroundings. Last night's events were all in a haze, confusing and painful. But she did remember that she was possessed by a familiar presence, someone she once knew, and she did know that this gown was not what she last recalled wearing. But Krayon wouldn't change her attire, would he? It must have been when her mother possessed her for that short time, freeing her secret.

Suddenly she gasped, realizing what warm pillow she was snuggled tightly against. Her head was pressed just below the Demon Lord's chin, in the crook of his neck. His arm around her waist kept her firm to him, and his warm breath tickled the nape of her neck. Those golden-bronze curls were fanned wildly, brushing her cheek and shoulders.

He had slept next to her all night, not leaving her alone to suffer through her memories. Another realization struck her. All those times when she'd been forced to relive her memories, it had really been him cradling her and not some wishful dream?

Erutis gasped again as she was unexpectedly tugged even tighter against Krayon. A rumble in his chest close to her ear let her know he was chuckling to himself. A bit flustered, she pushed away from him, only to be tugged right back.

"Did you sleep well querida?" Krayon smiled into her hair, enjoying her sleepy actions.

"I- I slept better than I have in a very long time…" Erutis spoke slowly, as if unsure what is reaction would be. She had a feeling it wasn't going to be in her favor…

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A/N: Finissimo on this chapter. Four pages in Word, 1,364 words, and took 2 hours to think and type. Reviews always welcome, criticism welcomed, flames embraced with plenty of marshmallows and chocolate for s'mores and homemade chantico.