Sorry its been so long, a lot has happened over the last few weeks. Guess what y'all?

I'm pregnant! Three months along, so far!

Hope you like this chap, and I don't own Chrono Crusade.

Chap: What its for…..

On day two, both of them woke to the smell of breakfast. Chrono also awoke to the alarming realization that he was still in his original form. Even two days hadn't been enough to drain the spell from him. The devil glanced over at the grandfather clock by the hall. Its lunar clock told him that the new moon was only three days away. He frowned in worry. They would have to do something soon.

Azmaria cheerfully brought them their meal, telling them of the progress made on the search for more information about the curse. While the nun was occupied with her food, the girl bent over to whisper in his ear so that Rosette wouldn't hear. Apparently, Father Remington had made a discovery during the night and wanted to see Chrono around ten that morning.

He dressed quietly as Rosette and the Apostle talked over toast and slipped out of the room. The demon tried to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, and failed miserably. All of the militia men were skittish around him. He avoided the more crowded hallways and just barely made it to the Father's office without making a scene. The devil knocked politely and was invited in.

A grave Elder and Remington were waiting for him. They looked like they'd maybe had four hours of sleep, either one of them. He eyed both of them with trepidation. "Is it that bad?"

"You should sit for this, Chrono," the elder said. As the devil sat down in one of the room's wingbacked chairs, he watched the expressions on the priest's face. The man looked worried, and more than a little upset. He frowned. It took a lot to rattle Remington. "What have you found out?" He asked.

"I've done extensive research of the demon we encountered the night before, but very little current information is available about him. Only our oldest archives were able to tell us anything useful. You've heard of him, I presume?" the priest asked.

"Yes, I've heard of him. Taj-mere, the spell demon, one of the higher up generals and a favorite of the queen. He's known in Pandemonium for his cruelty."

"Undoubtedly so. Do you know the nature of what spells he specializes in?"

The devil frowned, remembering unpleasant memories. "He loved to manipulate people, especially by mind reading or compulsions. He could force almost anyone, except for Aion and Pandemonia herself, to do his will."

"Then that explains the nature of this spell," the elder said grimly.

"What exactly is it supposed to do?" Chrono frowned in worry. Dozens of scenarios ran through his mind, from destroying the abbey to being forced to kill—

The elder closed his eyes as he said, "The spell is designed to force you to rape Rosette."

Chrono went completely still. "Wh-what?"

The elder nodded, eyes still closed. "It appears that the touching sensations are simply phases of the spell, tying in to the phases of the moon. I've observed that the phases occur mostly around dusk or at night, when the moon comes out. The less light of the moon there is, the stronger the spell will become until it runs its course and forces your hand, so to speak. When the new moon comes, the urges would be unstoppable."

The devil's breathing began to pick up. "You—you can't be serious. I couldn't—I would never"—he looked to Father Remington. "He's—joking, right? This is his idea of a joke, right?"

The priest slowly shook his head, eyes unreadable. "He's serious. The spell is to make you defile Rosette."

Chrono rose slowly from the chair, backing away from the two men. "No. No, I would never—I would never"—his knees almost buckled and he reached for the back of the chair. Too much experience with stories of Taj-mere's notorious spells rang too true of his situation. "Oh, God, no!!"

The elder moved to comfort his friend, but the demon flinched away from him. "Oh, God, no. Noooo!" he cried. "This can't be true! It can't—I—oh, God help me!!" Both hands covered his face in stunned shock and denial.

He suddenly whirled to face Remington, his eyes intensely serious. "Promise me something."

The man frowned at the desperation in the devil's eyes. "What do you have in mind?"

"Promise me that if I make any move towards Rosette, you'll kill me. You can't let me do that to her, you can't!! Promise me!"

Remington couldn't meet the devil's eyes and looked away. "I cannot do as you ask."

Chrono's jaw dropped. "What?! What do you mean, you can't?! You hate me! You have never once liked me, especially since what happened fifty years ago! What the hell is stopping you now?!"

"He cannot kill you without killing Rosette now," the elder answered.

"What do you mean?!"

"The curse was created using your bloods, meaning that your life-forces were brought into it as well. They are now bound together for as long as the spell is in effect. Originally, the spell was simply to make you do something, but due to the watch's connection with the both of you, it has made Rosette feel the effects as well. To kill or harm you in any way would affect Rosette as well," the old man explained.

"Then," the devil slid down, going to his knees in horror, "what can you do? You can't let me touch her like that! I won't do it!" He screamed. The elder winced as the devil's body changed to reflect the turmoil within him, armor forming and then melting back into his flesh. Wings even formed for a moment, before retreating back, nearly tearing his shirt in his agitation.

"There is a possible way to negate the spell," Remington said slowly.

Chrono looked up, hoping. "There is?"

"Indeed, my boy. It is possible to halt the spell before the energies have enough power to force you into anything," the elder said kindly. He so hated to see one of his friends suffer like this.

"What would I have to do?"

"Well, it stands to reason that if you had relations with Rosette before the new moon, it would satisfy the spell's terms without doing either of you any harm."

Chrono's eyes went huge in shock, and his face went slack. "What?

The elder blinked in surprise, but went on. "Chrono, you do know how to have relations with a female, don't you?"

"W-well, I"—

Remington couldn't help it, despite the gravity of the situation, and almost laughed at the look of bewildered confusion on Chrono's face.

The elder decided to get things rolling, "You see, my boy, when a man has certain needs"—

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