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 9

"Devi, can we talk?" Abel asked, following the speed-walking demon through another alley.

"What about?" Devi asked, giving the finger to a woman that glared at him.

"Can you stop for a minute?" Abel knew better than to try to grab hold of him. Demons usually took it as an act of violence and would attack in return.

"Nope," Devi shoved another woman out of his way.

"Excuse me," Abel said, sliding between two people.

"Why are you leaving? I heard Sevriel yelling, though I couldn't hear what he said. I doubt he wanted you to leave like this," Abel walked faster, his legs aching as he finally caught up to the demon.

"Leave like what?" Devi asked, glaring at him.

"With the scent of tears on your skin. Sevriel loves you. I can see it in the way he looks at you. He would never want you to leave him," Abel reached out, offering Devi his hand.

"He kicked me out. He'll be lucky if I return to do more than steal my daughter from him. His sentimentality is going to get her killed," Devi crossed his arms, stopping dead.

Abel blushed as a group of prostitutes joined them in the small alley.

"You can't be meaning to do this,"

"Its just as he said. We demons are whores that do nothing but fight and fuck. If that's what he wants me to be so damned badly then I'll show him the difference between what I was and what I'll become. When he feels the way I do right now he'll understand!" Devi shouted.

"Not like this, Devi. Come on, let's go back. You two just need to talk things through. Everything in this world can be solved if people just talk to one another!" Abel pleaded. The resolve in Devi's silver eyes was a barrier that even Abel couldn't breach.

"I'm through talking," Devi turned his head toward an approaching van.

"Hey, demon! Come over here!" A familiar voice shouted. Devi glared at the vampire that had given him trouble earlier.

"Why should I?" Devi asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My master is willing to make a deal with you. You come with us and let him do as he pleases with you and your daughter will have no problems from us," the van door slid open, beckoning for him to enter.

"Not without promise of food and a bed," Devi ignored Abel's outraged shouting.

"Sure, as long as you let him play his way. He heard that you demons can withstand a lot of damage and would like to try it out for himself,"

"Fair enough," Devi stepped into the van.

"Devi, get out of there right now!" Abel shouted, he could feel the currents running through his body, if he was angered any further he would change forms against his will.

"Give Torian a goodnight kiss for me, Cutie," Devi shouted out the window.

Abel watched the van leave, making sure he caught the license plate number.