I don't own the Forger/Shades of gray, Shannon Neprily does.
I don't own Trinity Blood, Sunao Yoshida and Kiyo Kyujo own it. :)

This fanfic is rated M for language, MxM relationships, and possible sexuality in future chapters.

Chapter 3

"What happened?" Sevriel asked, reading the pout on Devi's face as easily as noticing Torian's arm around his little lover.

"Some brains-in-his-ass vampire picked a fight with Devi right outside the classroom. As soon as he saw Devi he glared at him and started to come over," Torian omitted the part of Devi goading him. It wouldn't help the situation any if Sevriel snapped at Devi for provoking the vampire to violence.

"He didn't know what I was right away. I'm positive he just smelled that something was off with me. But when he grabbed onto me I didn't know what to do, so I dropped my illusions and threatened him with fire. Did I just doom Triana's first day of school?" Devi asked, looking down at his feet.

"Honey, you and I both know that vampires, having been once human, still think that anything they don't understand has to die. It's not your fault. I mean, there was a time when even vampires were hunted," Sevriel reminded, wrapping his arms around his little love.

"Also not to be forgotten is the very real fact that even if humans do accept a species, they can turn on it at any moment. Look at Torian, he was once worshipped as some sort of god because he ate demons. But once the demons were less frequent the humans turned on him, afraid that he would eat them next when he gave no signs of doing so," Abel patted Devi on the head.

"Don't forget, though," Seth interrupted. "That the views of even a large group of humans isn't the view of every single one. Just as not all demons can be judged the same,neither can all humans." Although years had passed, she was still the same cute little girl,and her sweet smile dried Devi's tears as he turned to look at her.

"When did you get here, darling?" Devi asked, hugging her tight. He missed her. They had funded for her and 'little Abel' to travel the world together, learning of different customs and different species. It was so good to have her back.

"I missed you so much," Devi said, drawing away enough to look her in the eye. Embarrassed, he scrubbed the tears from his cheeks.

"I brought you flowers, Sevriel put them in a vase in the dining room," Seth said cheerfully, tugging him toward the door to show them to him.

"He's not usually so sensitive, but there are some things that even he can't deal with alone. Is there anything we can do to help? Any way we can show the world that demons aren't so bad?" Abel asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Do you think they'll take the word of a fallen angel, a Drakatra, and a Krusnik?" Torian asked, looking down at his bare feet as though they were the most interesting thing in the world. Truth be told, he didn't like thinking about humans and their views. Their betrayal, even after hundreds of years, still cut deep. He had lost most of his clan to them.

"Not likely. If it were that easy then we wouldn't have this problem. Why do humans give him so much grief, though?" Abel asked, though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer. It wasn't anything Devi did to deserve it.

"The same reason that humans still revere angels even as they descend to devour their families. All their legends point to demons being bad, and for the most part they're right. But there are some clans that aren't. We also have to be realistic in the knowledge that the Revlis clan is one of the strongest and is known for being ruthless when they don't get their way. His reputation doesn't do anything for him when it comes to acceptance," Sevriel reminded. He frowned at the haunted look in Abel's eyes. The Krusnik was obviously reliving something traumatic just as Torian was.

"We were just science projects for the humans. They didn't care if we lived or died. We were things. As long as they still think of demons as 'things' they can justify being cruel to them just as they did us," Abel adjusted the glasses on his face. Reaching over, he grasped Torian's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.