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Chapter 2: "Behold, Thou Art Fair, My Slave"

He awoke, still believing himself to be in the Christopher Era. However, he didn't wake up as you would predict a being to wake after a long and terrible nightmare full of horror and uncertain death. He woke up calmly; though in a sleep of despair, he slept with a smile so the angels would not tend to him. It was this he wished as punishment… hell after death, not bliss. He imagined, just as he had died, that the angels of both Mary Magdalene and Rosette Christopher saw him lying there, under the shade of the church, in the warmth of the sun, smiling his blissful smile as his head was cushioned by her cold shoulder. He imagined the girls smiling happily and floating away knowing he was safe. Reality was not so beautiful.

Dark angels of death covered his sub-existence with a pain of fire's breath combined with an unfolding of a physical hatred slapping him in the face. Everywhere was tears and blood and regrets in the form of eternal reminiscences, he couldn't breathe, for if he did his lungs would fill with a pale dust that was once locusts thousands of years ago. This 'life' of hell existed as an inevitable nightmare from which he was forbidden to escape…

…Until his eyes opened for the first time on this night. This awaking was as blissful as his death appeared to be. A soft hand lay on his cheek, one of warmth. His body was paralyzed from the seemingly foreverness he had felt he slept in. Once he saw to whom the hand on his face belong the paralysis increased ten-fold to a painful toxin spreading throughout his body but this was only his own adrenaline, not the work of the hand's master.

"My friend…" He spoke in that menacing tone, "…Chrno…" A smile danced upon the man's lips and these lips were the only thing on that face that Chrno could see. The man's sharp eye tooth dipped over the lower teeth of his lower jaw just as his sharp eye dipped down to skim Chrno's young yet handsome, flawless body. "Chrno," he repeated softer, a whisper, like a ghost-- white and pure.

Chrno coughed up the dust of the locusts and struggled, his body twitching from death and fear of the man that now stood above him, so overpowering, so amazing.

He grinned that evil grin and stroked the cheek his hand was on lightly with his soft index nail, "Hush."

To Aion, he not only would not obey again, but his body simply could not.

Aion gripped Chrno's chin with his index and thumb, already irritated but Aion's specialty was showing no such properties of annoyance. He growled lightly, "Chrno… you are alive. Thank your late and present Master." He said bluntly, a statement only he would make.

Chrno grunted but not so much more would come from his throat as a small whine.

"You're life I have given you is a small amount of your own, I have made no contract although I've given you enough to allow you to live in this child form as always, you now have enough energy to riddle me this—will you live forever with me, or die forever in hell?"

Chrno glared at him, he had not been awake but 120 seconds after three generations of sleep and already his 'master' was ordering him to speak.

"I have with me, two amazingly powerful items of life for you… all for you… if you agree to my deal."

It was then Chrno gained the thought process to answer, "Never."

The triumphant smile evaporated leaving the salty disappointment. This response, however, was expected so the demon continued to speak in his saracastic wit, "Tsk, tsk, young sinner… how could you possibly stand such torture any longer…"

"I'm strong… and my love for Rosette and Mary will see to it that I never belong to YOU again!" He proceeded to choke uncontrollably once again.

Aion put a hand to Chrno's chest and stopped the coughing, staying inhumanly calm, then he mimicked, "Your 'love for Rosette and Mary'… Well they're both DEAD Chrno! Deal with it. Now… I have horns, more powerful than natural ones, and now you will too. I'll attach these to you and you'll become my pet. Whether you like it… or not." He glared and sat on the bench, holding Chrno's head in his lap.

Chrno struggled again but still his body was useless, "Aion stop it! I want to be dead! I'm DEAD Aion! Deal with it! I want this punishment!"

"Oh don't worry Chrno… life can be just as bad if not worse than hell and if that is your wish I can make it happen. I'll gladly punish you for your sins; in fact I was not planning on letting you get off scot-free, you know."

Chrno whined again, "Leave me alone! Let me die! You said you were giving me a choice live with you or die in hell and I choose hell! You cannot forever play God, Aion!"

"Who says? Your God?" He let out a hysterical laughter, "Don't you see Chrno? It's like I've always said! God IS the enemy! All the supposed 'good' you've done for this world and yet look at you, suffering in hell! I give you no choice consider THIS your punishment!" With that Aion plunged the horns hard into the slots on Chrno's head and watched the small devil replenish to his full and perfect self.

The legion flooded Chrno's body, he cried out in defeat and loss and power. He gripped onto anything he could for support. He felt his finger curl around into Aion's long silvery soft hair, the unnatural feeling of comfort came with the pain of being condoled by a monster. His other hand softly gripped Aion's shirt and tears fell from the astonishing endowment the horns gave. He grunted and sobbed and stopped immidiatly once two warm hands traveled up under his tight black shirt touching his skin gingerly. The feel of finger tips upon his numb, agony-ridden body broke peace to a mind full of anguish. He looked up into the eyes of his curse and his eyes narrowed. Aion's eyes remained tranquil and almost forgiving but Chrno dared not to think love of them. He growled once his body finished its tortuous feel and pushed himself as far away from Aion as he could but to his stupefaction he was pulled back into these arms, not by such but as if by a rope or cord of some sort, right around his neck. He choked and was flung into Aion's grasp. The devil laughed coolly and held his prize, "Good boy Chrno… stay." He smiled down at him.

"I will not be your dog again, Aion." He spoke through gritted teeth.

"That sounded like a growl to me Chrno, bad dog." The slick elder man said whilst pulling on the forbidding leash.

Chrno struggled and panted and gripped the invisible bridle, "LET ME GO!" As he said this Aion dissipated the deterrent and Chrno flew into a muddy puddle on his back, legs spread, elbows down behind him on the ground. No surprise enveloped the younger demon's face, just anger, hurt, a sharp glare towards this…this… FORCED KING! "… I hate you…"

"We'll see." He crouched down into the mud, not caring about the dirt on hi white outfit, "You remember when we were kids…"

He looked away, "I don't want to remember when we were kids… you seductive ass hole."

"Seductive? As I remember, you were the one that wanted to give something a try… you remember? You leant in---" he started to lean.

"NO!" Chrno screamed and got up trying to run but Aion appeared in front of him catching him in a dip and laying him down once again in the mud kissing him passionately.

Chrno felt the warm tongue in his still frozen mouth from death, he tried to get away but the paralysis overtook him again and he felt his fingers entangle between the strands of Aion's hair once more.

Aion pulled away when he saw fit and nuzzled his nose sarcastically to his winning's and kissed it lightly, "Let's go home to Eden shall we?"

Chrno looked away with his eyes but didn't respond with words. He knew there was nothing more he could do.

So that's it. This was done during three spares at school. Sorry for the wait, thanks for reading. Hope you liked it. REVIEW for special rewards!