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Chap: Commotion

The resulting commotion could be heard throughout the abbey. Father Remington stumbled out of his bed and St. Justice came running to see what was wrong to find an enraged Rosette trying to beat Chrono to death, screaming the whole time that this was all his fault. After saving the demon from the girl's clutches, they managed to calm her down enough to hear what happened. It took some effort to get it out of her, due to its personal nature.

Both men were worried by what she reported. They consulted everyone in the abbey that had dealt with curses before, but most of them replied that they had never heard of any spell like this before. Azmaria and several other sisters were dispatched to the library to do some serious research while the doctor and elder conferred on what to do.

In the end, the best advice that could be given to the two was to try and separate them, figuring that distance might have some affect on the spell. According to Rosette, it did have some effect, lessening the frequency of the sensations. She was therefore confined to one end of the infirmary and Chrono to the other. This situation did not sit well with either one of them, but by midnight, they had resigned themselves to it.

What everyone had found funny about this was that Rosette had seemed to be doing some kind of dance that involved trying to slap away the invisible touches. Rosette had been heard to comment that those hands were without a doubt several times worse than anything the Elder had ever done to her. The poor girl was furiously turning red the entire time one of the spells happened, since the Elder was observing her the whole time. He claimed it was to study the spell in more depth, but she figured it had more to do with watching the areas she kept trying to protect.

Chrono kept trying to get to sleep, but now had too much energy. Literally. Since he'd gone so long in his conserving mode, he was almost hyper on the excess of energy he now had. And the situation was not helping any. He was extremely worried about Rosette, and if she'd ever speak to him again after what the spell was doing to her. He kept trying to think of a way that he could have prevented this from happening, and it was driving him crazy.

Especially after hearing the poor girl shouting at someone to "Remove that finger or I'll blow it off!" Sleep would be a long time coming that night.

Chrono was beginning to understand why Rosette was so cranky. After waking up the next day, (er, almost day, the sun hadn't risen yet), to the sound of Rosette shouting at the Elder for peeping as she slept, the devil discovered that he was still transformed, with no sign of reverting back. Once he'd called out a 'good morning' to his friends, he noticed something odd as he ducked the pillow she threw at him. The moment he straightened up, he felt it. The faintest breath of air on the very tip of his ear, warm and—

He shook his head furiously, looking around to find the source of it. But no one was near him. He shook his head again at his actions. Maybe he'd just imagined it. The devil went to get dressed—

A feminine hand ran slowly up his back, fingers lightly tracing the spot between his shoulder blades. They traced delicate patterns, making him arch forward to have more of that touch—

The demon flinched at the realization of what was happening, then shook his body like a dog shakes off water. Jeez Louise, but that was intense! No wonder Rosette was so upset. He looked over to where an orderly was standing. The man, a retired militia, was staring at him. He cocked an eyebrow in query, but the man just turned and left the ward.

Chrono frowned. Since he was in his original form, it would be harder to not scare anyone. After all, this was an abbey. No one liked seeing a full-fledged demon standing around in a church. He decided to try and keep out of sight, the better to not bother anyone.

As the day went, both the devil and the nun were fit to be tied with boredom. Azmaria tried to help by bringing books and a deck of cards. While the books occupied Chrono, the young singer helped his whole day by beating the tar out of Rosette at poker. The Apostle eventually ended up with the parts of the devil the nun owned, to her horror and laughter.

One good thing did come of that mind-bendingly boring day. The touches seemed to have stopped. The moment the sun rose, neither one of them could sense that odd feeling of not being alone anymore that the spell brought. It was one heck of a relief.

Night fell, and brought with it a realization to them both. The weird touches only happened at night. And to Chrono's growing horror and embarrassment, the touches were getting worse. And the scent of the girl he was bound to was getting so much stronger. He didn't know how much more he could take…..

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