Chapter 9

The Plague of My Creation

Robin and Clow flew across the empty sky, before Titans' Tower. It seemed like an illusion, for Robin hadn't even noticed them leaving Hell, and strangely enough, if they were in the real world, his Hell style would've disappeared. Neither had he gotten the chance to ask Clow where they were going. Why they were flying was also way beyond him.

Clow's cape flew around him wildly, but yet gracefully at all the same time. It enveloped him like a phoenix's wings, making Robin almost entranced in just watching the delicious dance of the cape.

"ROBIN!" Clow yelled.

Robin woke up out of his trance, and looked at Clow. "What is it? And why did you yell?" Robin asked, rather stupidly.

An anime sweat drop ran down Clow's face. "Robin, I've been trying to talk to you for about thirty minutes now," he criticized.

Robin blushed in answer. "Sorry… I was… looking at something," he stuttered, not willing to tell Clow that he had looked extremely entrancing in that cloak.

His cape was just a wondrous thing, that appeared to be just a cape, but, it almost seemed like something more than a cape.

Why am I being so perverted? Robin thought. And great, now I have a Clow-like-cape fetish.

Robin couldn't understand why he was so spellbound… by something as little as a cape. I mean, why would a cape be his concern at all? But, his answer was slightly answered. Right before his eyes, just for a slight moment, he thought he saw a screaming face in the cape. Robin slightly scrambled backwards as well as possible in the air, in fright and shock. He looked at the rest of Clow; everywhere he looked there was some sort of frightening, ghastly face that he could not escape. Finally, Robin screamed in frustration and fear.

Clow turned around to look at him. Now, even in his eyes, Robin could see people crying out for help.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Robin screamed, attempting to get away from Clow.

Clow's eyes went wide. Did he… no… Clow thought, thinking that what he thought was absolutely impossible.

"Robin!" he yelled. "Robin, stop! Come back!"

But Robin had no intention of returning back to that demon. Tears bubbled up in his eyes as thoughts of Raven soared through his mind. He most certainly did not want to return to Clow, but, what choice did he have? He was currently living only to actually get her back.

Raven… he thought, breaking down into tears. The demon soared over to Robin and put his bound hand on his shoulder.

"Robin…" he said calmly, turning the frightened fighter around to look at him.

Robin turned his head in pain, slowly.

"Robin! Look at me," Clow demanded.

Robin, willing to obey, looked him straight in the eyes.

"What did you see?"

Robin blinked. "W-what do you mean?" he stuttered.

Clow squint his eyes. "What did you see?" he repeated harshly.

Robin gulped. "I saw… screaming faces. They looked like they were being tortured…"

Clow suddenly let go of his tight grasp on Robin's shoulders, and looked away. "No…" he whispered hoarsely. "NO!" Clow clamped his hand to his mouth and tried hard not to cry. He turned to Robin with a slightly flushed face, but from sadness and anger. "Robin… do you know what that means?" he whispered.

Robin looked at him uncertainly. "No, I don't," the fighter replied honestly.

Clow gave a sigh of discontent. "It means… that the dark ages are coming. Let's just say it's the "Sign of the Devil", shall we? My cape… my body… nothing of mine is normal, Robin. Not just because I'm a demon, but, because I have never been alive. I was born dead, because I was not exactly "born" like most people, Angels, and Demons are.

"I was created by the Devil himself. I was made to be a realm of different creatures, and whatever sign that appeared on me, would be the age for a decade. Now it is the dark ages. No bad will come to the people; only good. Good is bad in Hell, and bad is good. Make sense?"

Robin was so stunned and confused. "Clow… I want to know the truth about…"

Clow nodded his head, cutting Robin off, already knowing what the question was to be. "I actually began to be a dead Demon about thirty years after my creation. The Devil was sick of just looking at some stupid monitor, and had decided to make his creation into something, well, real. The Devil was in the arts of this at the time, and had great knowledge at actually creating Demons—even if not in the way most ones are made. So, technically, I'm not fake, but, I'm not real either. I was not born through a man and a woman, and I am not made of mechanical parts. I have real organs in me—but they aren't mine. They were the intestines from now living Demons. It's just the plague of my creation, Robin."

Robin looked at Clow in disbelief. How could he live with this kind of life? He now knew why Clow was the way he was, he knew now.

"Clow… I'm so sorry… I didn't mean…" Robin was cut off by Clow, putting a finger to his mouth.

"Let's keep going," the misunderstood Demon requested.

Robin happily continued with Clow on their quest to find Raven—but one thing was bothering him. He thought he had seen Raven's face protruding from inside of Clow's flesh. And he thought that he heard and saw her laughing.

pokes -lol- Well, here we go…:

I AM SO SORRY THAT I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN SUCH A LONG TIME! TT.TT

Augh… I know, I know, it's been forever. I miss you guys! hugs Nya, I didn't really have any ideas for this chappie… I need to re-read my story so that I can remember everything. XD I started this AGES ago… but I just never really got around to finishing it. / I sorry!

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