Was she supposed to love him? Was it wrong to love him? Want him? Kiss him? Hear him? Obey him? Do anything for him?

Saya did not know. She slept on her side that evening with a few lit candles by the bedside. She could not sleep. It was not just because the pills caused insomnia, but also because of Carl's absence. It just didn't feel right to slumber without him. Nonetheless, as her body grew tired she shut her eyes. When she awoke gloved fingers were caressing her arm. The candles beside her bed were half melted.

"Carl," she smiled as she whispered his name. Carl gently rolled her over and kissed her. This kiss was softer and gentler than his previous ones. Instead of being so heated it was filled with passion. Their lips separated as Carl's hands slowly and lustfully caressed Saya's body.

"Car-Carl..." Saya said as she trembled. Carl's hands are traveling under her nightgown now. It wasn't a long nightgown; it only went to her mid-thigh and showed off her limber and hairless legs. Saya didn't wear a bra under it, only her underwear. This kind of made her nervous, especially when his fingers began to touch her breasts, and he tweaked her nipples, making her cry out in giggles as he continued to tease her sensitive nerve-endings. Even though his hands were gloved he worked his magic. Though it was almost like he was afraid to touch her, or more like his hands were made of broken glass.

His hands were always gloved. Saya grabbed his shoulder, trying to get him to pull his hands away as he cupped one of her breast, making her nipple contract. However, she couldn't stop the giggles and soft moans that came as he began to massage her soft breasts and tummy. It was strange how he touched her, and it felt ever so pleasant.

"Ca-Carl..." she said tremulously and somewhat excited. Saya remembered enough to know what lovemaking was but she couldn't remember if she experienced it or not. Carl kissed her chin and then his lips traveled to her neck. Saya's nightgown...Gone, tossed to the bottom of the bed. Carl's kimono was opened, exposing his well muscled torso. Their bodies were against one another, heat seeping into each other's skin. Saya moaned as Carl pressed against her; grabbing her waist.

Saya smiled as he tugged at her underwear. Her hands rummaged through the closed remains of his kimono and over his chest. She wasn't so nervous now. Feeling that she loved Carl. Carl's actions made Saya's body feel good and beautiful.

Carl kissed her and she kissed him back with a smile. Her hands moving to his shoulders and pulling back his kimono so he'd be left in nothing but his pants. However, as her left hand moved upward to tug the sleeve away from Carl's right arm she gasped as she saw his shoulder. She scurried away from him and to the end of the bed. Her back leaning up against the post. She wrapped her nightgown over her chest and trembled.

"It's not human!" she said fearfully. Carl sat up and removed his kimono, exposing his arms. One looked human and the other just wasn't human. Like he was part demon. He removed his gloves and stretched his fingers aside from one another, exposing the demonic hand. However, because of this, his actions did not make Saya's body feel good anymore. Instead, Saya was frightened and uncertain if she wanted to be with him. There was something about Carl's arm that just sent off bad vibes.

"I should have warned you. However..." he said. He neared Saya and leaned into her face.

"We shouldn't let something so idle interfere with what we were doing," he said. He cupped his demonic hand under Saya's chin and leaned into her face. Attempting to kiss her but Saya turned her head aside. Uncertainty and fear growing in her eyes. Carl set both hands on her face. Saya's eyes narrowing at the claw. Its touch felt familiar against her face. Her eyes trembled.

"Calm down Saya. Calm down, I would never hurt you..." Carl said as he leaned into her face. Preparing to kiss her until he saw the trembling and fearful expression in Saya's eyes.

"Wi-will it hurt?" Saya asked softly. She sounded like a scared child in the arms of a stranger. Carl moved back a little and studied Saya. She was trembling from the fear his arm had given her; it was Saya's fault he had gotten that arm.

"I will not take you without approval," Carl said in a solacing manner. He offered her his demonic hand, Saya looked at it for a moment and her hand lifted up to reach his. She hesitated whether she should take it or not. Carl's fingers gently curled around her fingers and pulled her toward him a little.

"Ca-Carl...?" Saya stuttered. Carl gently stroked the bangs of her hair with his human hand. Saya pondered for a moment; How long had Carl been waiting? How long had he been waiting to be with her again? To caress her and hold her in his arms? She nodded her head softly and Carl's face was mere inches from hers again. She breathed in deeply, in an almost frightened matter, and shivered.

Saya remained still as he kissed her, trying to smile beneath his lips. His hands came onto her shoulders, guiding her down onto the bed so he could come on top of her. Using his demonic hand, he gently massaged her breasts, causing his lover to flinch and moan softly. Ceasing the sensual massage, he slid the nightgown off of her chest so her breasts were exposed. So both their torsos were against one another's and bare. To enjoy the feel of each other's skin. Saya's acceptance and relaxation would make their lovemaking so much easier.

That night in the warehouse was difficult. Saya struggled and cried but Phantom had a job to do so he had remained with her through the long hours. He, both by passion and order, anticipated to that job's demands. He had to impregnate Saya, and he wanted children more than ever with her now. Saya would never leave her children; despite whose they were. Even if Saya was to remember what he had done to her, she wouldn't leave her children.

He couldn't help himself either. His body was so starved of love for years and he was ravenous for Saya's body. Saya was a very beautiful woman. Her fair silken skin, long ebony hair, beautiful slender body, and angelic face, would drive any man amorous. Carl, was handsome as well. Though, in a somewhat sullen way he didn't care. He was going to satisfy himself tonight, and satisfy Saya. Despite the fact that Saya was trembling fearfully with uncertainty.

Nonetheless, he wanted Saya to complete him as he would complete her.

Complete me with this body.

Their bodies were bare now.

"I don't want to hurt fa-Phantom," Diva said as she slid her sword into its sheath. She had killed another Chiropteran. One of the new species. This time her eyes were numb and face impassive. She looked at Hagi.

"Diva, do you not care that he has hurt you and Saya? Can you let him continue to hurt everyone?" Solomon asked, somewhat wryly. Diva turned to him and nodded her head. Her hair was worn down today so her bangs fell besides her eyes. Her father's eyes. She clutched her sword with both hands. They trembled with anger and pain. Her eyes glowed crimson with envy.

"He is a part of me and I am a part of him. I-I have his face, I am just like him in any way possible. I can't fight him and I won't!" Diva shouted. She held back her tears as anger and sadness consumed her heart and stomach. Hagi walked up behind her and set his hands on her shoulders.

"Diva, you must rest. You haven't slept or eaten in two days," Hagi said. Diva shrugged him aside and walked away until she was fair distance from her Chevaliers. Mathew, was not with them. Diva had told him to be free and come to her when he was ready.

Diva halted in her steps and stood there angrily. Her back still turned to them.

"I am the Chiropteran offspring of a Chevalier and Chiropteran Queen. Like father...Like daughter." she said and then she walked away. The darkness of her soul finally consuming all her goodness and birthing the rage she so despised.