Just What the Doctor Ordered

Demon Diary: Krayon x Erutis

A/N: Yet another chapter. I would like to inform everyone reading that this story shan't be updated during the school term, except for the rare weekend update. That is why this flurry of chapters has struck. There will be somewhere around 20-25 chapters, the precise number has yet to be determined. Currently listening to, 'Passion and the Opera,' by Nightwish. E-mail me for it if you'd like to listen to it. Fabulous song. You all must hear it if you haven't already. It's a different version of, 'Phantom of the Opera,' opening.

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Chapter Eight: Once Upon A Memory

Erutis had untangled herself from her… familiar position with the Demon Lord and tugged her cloak over her nightgown. From there she tiptoed her way down the many steps outside through the garden to think.

Placing herself comfortable on a stone bench, she crossed her knees, supporting her chin on the palm of her hand. What was she going to do now? She knew she was falling for him, despite all her efforts and points to his faults, faults there weren't many of. The only one she could cling to truly was that she was a mere mortal, and he a lethal Demon Lord. It was so confusing, and it hurt her head to think too much of it.

Krayon truly loved her; there was no way she could defeat that. Time and again he had proven it to her, and now there was no decent excuse for her. Love conquers all. The sun was rising high; soon Krayon would wake to find her gone. He would likely panic, and so resignedly she turned to walk back to the room when there stood a man.

A man from her nightmares.

In shock she stood there, having trouble breathing, having trouble believing the man in front of her still lived, even after she drove her sword through his black heart. Clothed in a navy cloak, he raised icy grey eyes to her startled emeralds, and sent her a vicious scowl. In a dark voice, he spoke few words.

"I should have known you'd stoop so low as to become a Demon Lord's bitch."

Erutis wanted to scream, to run, to do anything besides stand in front of this walking corpse filled with hatred and wickedness, but her body refused to move. Frozen in time, she watched in terror as he reached in his pocket, and began to draw out a dagger…

Out of nowhere Krayon snatched Erutis around the waist, tugging her to him, his cloak dropping to envelop her. Fury blazed in his eyes, and he sent her a quick smile of reassurance, seeing her terror of this man.

"You are about to die. State what your business was and you shall perish painlessly." Krayon's voice became laced with vehemence as he glowered fiercely at the man.

The man did not answer him, only continued to draw out his dagger further, and then pointed it at Erutis. Before he could make to throw the weapon, Krayon had already incinerated the weapon, burning the man's hand in the process.

"If that was supposed to scare me, or harm me, you are sadly misled in your presumptions." The man turned his permanent scowl on the Demon Lord.

In a quickly shortening temper, Krayon replied, "I do not care what it did to you. I only care why you came here on a death wish to frighten and harm my love."

Silence met this questioning again.

"Perhaps you know not of you are ignoring. I am Demon Lord Krayon of Egae, Ruler of the Light and Dream Realms. I suggest you answer my question if you still wish your death to be painless." His voice became colder, more filled with anger. Krayon felt Erutis bury her face against his chest, hiding from this man. He tightened his arm around her waist, raising his free hand with an attack prepared.

"Perhaps, Demon Lord of Egae, you do not know of whom you speak with. I am Nuhan of Rhode, that bitch's father." Nuhan finally answered, turning his scowl back on his daughter.

At the word, 'bitch,' Krayon snapped, giving Nuhan an uppercut so powerful he flew three vertical feet, and then landed twenty feet away.

Instantly he was standing eight feet from the man, fist still raised in warning, only this time in a faint blue color, and his face twisted in such a terrifying way that even Nuhan took a step back.

"Watch your mouth, human. You are alive only because you have yet to explain your purpose for being here." Tension was thick in the air, rising steadily more dangerous as Krayon's aura began to flare in a deathly lightning, sending warning sparks across his Realms.

Nuhan had already stood, allowing blood to drip out of the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin onto his cloak. Krayon watched Erutis turn slightly, and speak to Nuhan. "Father, I always begged for your forgiveness. It's not my fault she wanted to leave!" Tears were welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. Krayon was so tempted to kill the bastard where he stood, but he had to know why he was here.

"Keep in mind, Erutis, that I always knew you'd one day become like your damnable mother. A Demon Lord's bitch!" And with that, Nuhan threw down a red sphere, smoke spewing from it on contact, followed by a green light signifying he had used to magic disappear.

"Damn! I didn't realize he could use magic. I'm so sorry querida…" Krayon cursed himself, and then swept the rest of his cloak around himself and Erutis. She had valiantly tried to keep the tears at bay, and had managed to hold them behind her lashes.

"I'll never receive his forgiveness… I'm not worthy of anything in this world anymore. I couldn't even keep my own mother from dying!" Erutis sobbed, returning his hug, her head resting against his bare muscled chest and staining him with her tears.

"Shh… shh… Erutis. Don't say such things. They're not true. It wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could've done to stop that monster. My only question is why he came here, to you." Krayon tipped her chin up, kissing her chastely on the lips.

Carefully Erutis chose her words, her tears falling more slowly now. "Father came here… for me. To finish what he started." She whispered softly.

Krayon let out a slow hiss, letting his fury die down before he said, "I won't let him. If you're referring to what your mother told me, when she freed your lack of ability to speak of what happened, then there is especially no way in seven hells will he ever speak much less touch you again." His arms tightened around her, his voice becoming lethal once more.

"He wants to- to- to complete the ex- the exorcism. I freed myself before he could give the finishing blow. And- and I wish to tell you something that even my mother did not realize so long ago." She clung tighter to him as he transported them back his bedroom, the duvet now neatly made and the room organized.

"I had demonic blood flowing through my veins, before the exorcism. My strength, speed, and agility were all slightly enhanced, so you could say I was a half-breed, a hanyou perhaps." Erutis spoke in a more confident tone this time, tears gone and confidence flowing through her like a dammed river.

"I remember that when my mother died, the next day there was no funeral. Only a small mentioning in the village of the death. Nobody but I and my father knew how she died. I was exorcised later that same day, dressed in a gown of white, which they say turned black because of my tainting by demonic blood from my mother. But I knew better. The black was a deep crimson of both my mother's and my own blood." Another hiss from Krayon ensued, and more caressing of her back.

"It was my gown of blood, to remember my sins and to repent. But I had done no wrong, and though I was part demoness, I could not free myself from that table of spikes. Oh they weren't sharp enough to kill me quickly, but meant for a slow, painful death that I could remember in Hell. Or in Heaven, for I was innocent. But the world will never believe me, the Demoness' Child." Bitterness had seeped into her voice, and she sounded as if she was back in her past.

"There were so many priests, each dropping colored powders over my skin, smearing my face with the blood of sacrificial humans. These humans would cut off their own body parts to use for exorcisms, and other rituals." Both Erutis and Krayon shuddered. He could hardly believe the brutality and the brainwashing of those pathetic peoples.

"After I was tied to that horse and drug around the forest, I broke my bonds. It seemed I still had a smidge of my original demonic blood. I raced back to my empty home, seizing my mother's sword to use against my father. My mind had been made up. I would kill my father for what he had done to us both, avenge my mother or die trying. The battle was intense, for my little amount of demonic blood only made me equal to my father, despite my young age. He was an experienced swordsman, by no stretch a Swords master, but still experienced. I was already injured, with many bloody welts from his belt and the gashes from the exorcism, and his deceitful and dishonorable sword tactics did not help my chances. But I tricked him in the end, as he fell into an adder's cavern, his sword knocked away. And that was when I became a knight: when I twisted my sword in my father's heart." Erutis clasped her hands together, staring at them, feeling a heavy weight lifted off her shoulders.

Krayon sat silent for a moment, not sure of what to say, and then said, "I am so sorry, querida. But please, please do not say you are worthless, for I love you, and you are the world to me." Krayon raised her face, her auburn waves brushing against his fingers.

"K-Krayon?" Erutis questioned softly, her eyes still downcast.

"Yes, querida?" Krayon brushed his hand over her cheek, reaching behind her waist with his other hand and drawing her into his lap.

She didn't fight him at all, merely sank into his security and warmth, and then said...

"Krayon…"

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A/N: Evil leave off point, I know. But I'm still coping with downed internet, so I've been writing about four chapters so far to upload by Wednesday when my Internet is scheduled to be fixed. So as I write this I have no Internet. At all. I have not been able to receive or send or READ e-mail or read FANFICTION in FIVE DAYS! I'M GOING TO DIE IF I CAN'T READ ANY FANFICTION! –tears hair out- Sorry about that. But I'm putting this time to good use to put in laminate flooring, write chapters, finish drawings, do all sorts of other things that I normally give up to read fanfics on