MJ MOD: I see Satan and the Condemned Circle being allowed in a church because 1) the church is public and 2) God is supposed to welcome everyone into his house and all that jazz. And yes, the ceremony was long. The ceremony itself is usually about a hour to an hour and a half (that depends on the length of the Mass given). And the reception lasted a long time, but long parties are fun. Except for people like Erik who don't like socializing. And yeah, Bishop would be safe with Uriel, but Bishop's spending the honeymoon with Hiroshi. Christi…I'm quite sure she's not a demon from Hell. She's based on one of my friends (and it's a very accurate portrayal of the woman, let me tell you), and I refer to this friend as the Embodiment of Hell. So as you can see, she is Hell itself in human form. What did Satan do to Lenore...read on. Satan said he'd see them in three months, cuz that's when they come back from their honeymoon. He never really said anything about seeing her when she gives birth. But that's quite an interesting idea and I thank you for it.

Lady Taevyn: Yes, yay for the wedding. No, that was not the last we'll see of Christi…she always pops up at the worst moment when you least expect it…bah. Don't worry about Uriel being heartbroken, there are several readers that I'm sure are ready to comfort him (and I'm one of those volunteers ). Feed Christi to Veleno? Dude, Veleno would die, she's poisonous! And I kinda like Veleno, cuz he was so much fun to write. Not to mention if we feed Christi to Veleno, she might consider herself unique and important. We can't have that. Yes, a dorm is better than my house. Whether or not Erik and Lenore boink like rabid bunnies…

Lethia: Yes, he's fertile! ((dances happily with Lethia))

Jadesy: Yes, the toasts were touching…writing them made me cry. You're staring at Hiroshi like a creepy stalker woman? Be careful…he might find that attractive.

Shariena: I did miss your reviews, but it's quite understandable if you didn't have time to do so. I'm glad you liked the wedding and still love this story. It's very flattering that you think I'm the only one who can write angels, satan, and his people (among other things) into a story and make it work. ((blushes))

Artzee: Don't feel bad that it took forever to get to reviewing the last chapter. All you had to say was the word 'musical'. I've been in two musicals in high school myself, and I know how time-consuming and exhausting that is. And yes, let's hope that they 'do it' while Erik's fertile and (should Lenore get pregnant) that the baby isn't evil spawn of Satan.

Black Hole Phoenix: Yay!!! You caught up! And look, I made this chapter kinda shorter than normal, just for you! Lol, yes, Lenore got groped by Satan. (You know, I'm really mental, I almost wrote that as Satan got groped by Lenore…as entertaining as that thought is…no.) Yeah, check it out, Hiroshi has a heart. George is cool, glad you like George. Satan sure did give one hell of a gift, I agree. And yes, commiserate with Uriel. Make him feel better. Just keep in mind that Uriel looks very much like the picture of the hot Armani guy I showed you.

Note: Grâce à Dieu means "Thank God" (or at least that's what my friend who was majoring in French told me, let me know if it's wrong MJ MOD.)

I'm sure you all know the spiel by now, I don't own Phantom, fic takes place about twenty years into the present, blah blah blah, REVIEW…

Erik tapped his toe impatiently. Couldn't the elevator get there any faster?

"Calm down," Lenore whispered.

"It's our wedding night," he reminded her.

"And we've had sex multiple times before, it's not like you've been waiting for years for this night."

"This is different."

"Stop being ridiculous," she instructed. "And stop tapping your foot!"

"Why should I?"

"Because you're scaring the bellhop," Lenore informed him.

The boy was clutching their luggage and trembling in a corner of the lift, eyeing Erik warily. I sometimes forget how intimidating I can be… "Fine," Erik sighed, forcing his foot to be still.

"Thank you," Lenore said.

"Show your appreciation in bed, chérie," Erik purred into her ear.

"You're such a naughty boy," Lenore scolded. "I might have to spank you."

"Grâce à Dieu," the bellhop muttered when they reached the top floor.

"Dear God, how much did you spend?" Lenore hissed when the bellhop opened the door to the suite.

"Surely you don't find it objectionable?" Erik inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"Erik, we are standing in an entrance hall! How many people need an entrance hall in their honeymoon suite?"

"It's the best suite of this hotel," Erik defended himself.

"There are two bedrooms! What's the sense in that? We only need one!"

"I can afford the best suites and service; why should I settle for less?" Erik asked.

Lenore scampered off to check the place out, showing her child-like enthusiasm over the suite. Why did she make such a fuss if she's merely going to drop the subject? "Ooo, look, they even provide slippers!" she squealed excitedly.

"I'm glad you're pleased," Erik chuckled, giving the bellhop quite a generous tip to make up for frightening the boy so badly.

"Well, my feet get cold easily, you know that," Lenore replied.

Erik did indeed know that; she always put her cold feet on him in the middle of the night.

"Oh, bathrobes, check that out!" she called from the bathroom adjoining the bedroom she'd been poking around in moments ago.

Erik shook his head and headed for the bedroom as the bellhop closed the suite door. "I was under the impression that you were used to the finest things, ma petite," Erik said.

"Well, yeah, Hiroshi and I had nice suites and stuff, but never quite this nice," she explained. "The soap smells really nice, I think I'll have a bath."

Erik walked into the bathroom and saw her reaching for the tap. He grabbed her hand before it reached its destination. "You can bathe later," he told her.

"But"-

"Just come to bed," he whispered, already pulling her into the bedroom.

"But the soap"-

"It's not going anywhere," Erik assured her.

"It smells good. Don't you want me to smell good for sex?"

"You smell fine," Erik said, pushing her down onto the king-sized bed.

"Oh, only fine? Gee, thanks," Lenore muttered.

Erik silenced her with a kiss. He didn't want to waste time arguing.

"You sex-obsessed man," she giggled when he pulled away. "You can't even let me have a half hour to bathe."

"You don't need to," he informed her.

"But what if I want to?" she replied, trying to wiggle out from under him so she could go have that silly bath she wanted.

Erik quickly ran through his list of options and decided upon the best course of action. Thank God I'm always prepared. He reached into his cloak and pulled a length of rope out of a hidden pocket. Within moments, he had her hogtied.

"Erik!" she gasped. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Keeping you from that bath," Erik answered as he began undoing the laces of her gown around her bound limbs.

"You're going to have to untie me to get the dress off," Lenore pointed out smugly.

"I could always cut it off," Erik smirked, making sure she caught a quick glimpse of the dagger tucked into the top of his boot.

"Not my dress," she whimpered.

"That's purely a last resort, ma chouchoute. If you cooperate, I won't have to resort to such drastic measures."

"Why can't I take a bath when I want?" Lenore snapped. "Is it too much to ask that I get to decide when I bathe?"

"It's far too much to ask," Erik said dismissively, having finished with unlacing her gown.

"You're such a man sometimes," she grumbled.

"Would you prefer me to be a woman?" Erik inquired in amusement.

"Oh shut up, I didn't mean it like that," she replied as he pulled her stockings down to her ankles.

"Perhaps you should word things a bit more carefully," Erik advised, releasing her wrists so he could get her arms out of the sleeves of the dress. Once that was accomplished, he bound her wrists again; he wasn't taking any chances. Besides, he'd been wanting to tie her up for quite some time.

"Erik, if you don't untie me right now, I'm going to kill you when I get loose," she threatened.

"I suppose I'll never untie you then," Erik teased.

"You are in so much trouble, mister," Lenore replied. "Just you wait!"

"Precisely what is it that I'm waiting for?" he asked as he finished unbinding her ankles and began pulling the rest of her garments off her body, leaving them in a pile on the floor beside the bed.

"I don't want to spoil the surprise," Lenore snarled.

"We're married now, so no more secrets," Erik reprimanded her, crossing her ankles before refastening them with the rope. He did this in a manner that, when her ankles were properly linked to her wrists, would force her knees to bend and leave her legs spread wide.

"You dirty, nasty old man," she remarked when she realized the position she was in.

"You shouldn't throw rocks if you live in a glass house, Lenore," Erik smiled.

"I'm certainly not a dirty, nasty old man. So I can't really be throwing rocks, now can I?"

"You're a dirty, coquettish young woman," he replied.

"Touché," she muttered glumly. "Do you always have to win?"

"Do you really have to ask that question?" he responded, dropping his own clothes on the floor.

"Erik…you're going to untie me at some point, right?"

Lenore silently cursed every divinity ever created when he gave her a wicked smile before dropping down onto her. She then cursed them a second time for making her like that evil grin.

Erik was a master at tying people up; being his wife did not grant her any mercy whatsoever. She was almost entirely unable to move, and the restraints were tight enough to keep her back arched. Erik had one hand between her legs, the other kneading the breast his mouth wasn't currently attached to. Her arms and legs struggled against the rope, wanting to entwine themselves around Erik, but the pain stopped her squirming after a few seconds.

Lenore was completely helpless…but she found it was…really…enjoyable. I must be psychologically fucked up to like this.

Gasping for air as shivers of pleasure coursed through her body, Lenore began to wonder how many different ways Erik could tie her up. Was he only into using rope, or would he want to use leather straps and chains at some point? Was there anything in particular that she was certain she didn't want to do (like no whippings, or no gags, etc.)? Will I ever get to play the dominant partner? Do I want to?

Erik didn't waste much time on foreplay; it seemed he wanted her so badly that he could only wait as long as it took for her to become stimulated. He plunged into her the moment she was ready.

"Aren't you done in there in yet?" Erik called from the bed. Lenore had insisted she could bathe in the time it took him to be ready to make love again.

"Um…ten…no, fifteen more minutes, okay?" she replied.

"No, it's not alright," he informed her.

"You can wait fifteen minutes. It won't kill you. You're immortal, after all."

"It may not kill me, but it can certainly cause me pain," Erik muttered, throwing back the blankets and standing up. Why must she be so difficult? Well, perhaps she wouldn't be if she knew…but I don't want to say anything in case nothing happens. If she conceives, then I'll tell her. But if she knew and didn't, it would be too painful for both of us. She'll feel like it's her fault somehow, and I don't want her to suffer that guilt.

"What are you doing? I told you, fifteen minutes," Lenore said when he entered the bathroom. She was merely soaking in the tub, not even making the pretense of washing herself.

"You wish for fifteen more minutes for your own pleasure. How selfish," Erik remarked.

"Well…you could join me," she proposed. It was a rather large tub; it could have easily held four adult men.

"That's not my idea of fun, chérie," Erik sighed.

"Whoever said we couldn't have sex in the tub?" Lenore pointed out. Erik raised an eyebrow; it was inconceivable to him that people would copulate in the bathtub. Either Lenore was extremely kinky, or else society as a whole had created and accepted bizarre sexual practices in the last one hundred and fifty some years. "What are you giving me that look for?"

"Was I giving you a particular look?" Erik inquired.

"You were giving me that 'You are so strange, where you do get these ideas' look," Lenore told him. She paused for a moment. "I think it would do you a world of good to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show."

"It certainly doesn't sound entertaining," Erik commented.

"Well, it would definitely help you catch up on today's sexual practices. Actually, that movie's…what…about fifty years old now? But still. It would help to some extent."

"Are you implying that I'm old-fashioned?"

"Who, me?" she inquired with mock innocence.

"I prefer to think of it as conservative," Erik responded. "After all, some of the things you suggest are absolutely insane. What man in his right mind would"- Erik broke off there. He had to phrase this properly without being too obscene. "It is entirely inappropriate for a man to…" He made a gesture trying to indicate that he was looking for a particular word and unable to find it. However, Lenore was not on his current train of thought and just stared at him, waiting for him to finish that statement. Finally, he settled on a way to phrase it. "For a man to insert it into a woman's mouth is absolutely disgusting and disgraceful."

"Oh, you're talking about oral sex. Gee, you definitely don't make it sound like fun, that's for sure," Lenore said.

"I just told you it was disgusting," Erik sighed. The fact that she even mentioned the issue and related it to the word fun was disturbing.

"Look, I've still got about 10 more minutes, so if you're not going to join me, you might as well go wait in bed," Lenore advised.

Go on, Erik. Join her. Make love to her in the bathtub. Apparently she's not against the idea. And you might find you enjoy it; you won't know until you've tried it once. But…that's not the purpose of a tub. Why do you think everything is only to be used for its purposes? By trying something you new, you may find a whole new purpose for some things.

Erik found himself in the tub with her moments later. The water was lukewarm at best, as she'd been in there for over half an hour already. He found that it was incredibly enticing to have her naked and wet. It was probably a very wicked thing. Then again, he was eternally condemned, so what did it matter if he thought wicked things?

He wasted no time in foreplay. Linking with her mind, he threw her into orgasm. She gasped and gave a start, which was only natural due to the abrupt swell of the feelings associated with that climax. Keeping her locked in an endless cycle of orgasm, Erik positioned himself on top of her.

His hands slid into her wet locks as he gave her a passionate kiss before plunging into her.

Dear God, I'm such a lucky bitch. How many men can please their wives with a simple thought, not even having to touch her? How many women have husbands who don't want oral sex, and therefore don't care that she finds it disgusting?

"Erik," she moaned. "Harder."

He eagerly complied, driving himself in further with such force that she was sure she was going to bruise.

When Erik had finished with her once again, he got her out of the tub, dried her off, and carried her to bed. Just as he was laying her down on the mattress, she felt a strange sensation, a sort of twinge in her lower abdomen. What the hell was that? When the feeling didn't persist, she decided to brush it aside as just a strange occurrence that merited little concern, if any at all.

As she lay in bed, snugged up against Erik and wondering if he intended to take her as many times as possible in one night, she felt something else. A feeling inside of her that was odd. Maybe I should say something after all. First that twinge and now this…

"Erik…I feel weird," she stated.

"What do you mean?" he inquired worriedly. "What's wrong? Are you experiencing any pain or"-

"No, no, there's nothing wrong. It's just…I don't know how to describe it. Like, there was this twinge a little bit ago, and now this really weird feeling," Lenore said.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Lenore and Erik just stared at it for a moment; no one had the number for their suite, and no one would call on their wedding night anyway. After a few persistent rings, Lenore picked up the receiver.

"Hello?" she said tentatively.

"Hi darling," Satan's voice answered over the line.

"What is wrong with you?" Lenore hissed. "Who calls a married couple on their wedding night?"

"I do, at this moment in time," Satan replied.

"I'm surprised you get phone service in Hell," Lenore retorted.

"Who is it?" Erik hissed.

"Oh, Satan just thought he'd give us a ring," Lenore answered her husband.

"I called to explain that weird feeling you're experiencing," Satan informed her.

"What? How do you know about that? Are you doing something to me? Wait, this isn't some horrible, rare, fatal diseases, is it? Am I going to die soon or something?"

"It's not a rare fatal disease. Though most women think they'll die from it at some point," Lucifer chuckled.

"Don't keep me in suspense!!! What the bloody hell is happening to me?"

"It's not good to get yourself so worked up in your condition. You're pregnant, darling. That little twinge was the conception, and this feeling you've got now is that instinctual mother thing," the devil explained.

"I'm…but…not possible," Lenore finally spat out.

"It's my wedding gift to the two of you. That was the reason I touched you that way tonight. To make sure you were ovulating and that your body would alert you the moment you conceived."

"Okay, I think you've been drinking or something. It's not possible. End of story. And I'm not talking to you anymore," she informed him before handing the phone to Erik. "Here, he's your family, you deal with him."

Erik warily took the phone (he had a severe dislike for phones, and he was still debating over whether or not he liked television) and listened to Mephistopheles' absurd tale. "Well, thank you," Erik finally said. "I assume you won't bother us for the rest of the honeymoon? Good." He handed her the receiver so she could hang it up.

"That's one of the most ridiculous lies I've ever heard," Lenore commented as she snuggled into Erik's embrace.

Erik kissed the top of her head gently. "We'll have to start thinking about names," he said.

"Oh, you don't seriously believe him, do you?" Lenore scoffed. "I mean, you told me yourself that you can't have children, because immortality makes you infertile."

"Perhaps I forgot to mention that Satan made me fertile for the next twenty four hours," Erik mumbled.

"How do you forget something as important as that?" Lenore snarled, pulling away from him and sitting up in the bed, glaring at him.

"I don't see what you're so upset about," Erik replied nonchalantly. "I didn't want you to worry and blame yourself if you didn't conceive, that's all."

"I'm upset because you told me a long time ago that I didn't have to worry about getting pregnant!"

"Yes, but now that we're married"-

"It makes no difference. Did you even stop to think? You have no idea how I feel about having children! I don't want them, Erik! I hate children," Lenore informed him. "I cannot stand children at all. Now, maybe that would've changed in a couple of years, I don't know. But I do know that I definitely don't want children at this point in my life."

It was a painful blow. He hadn't been expecting that at all. Every woman wanted children. How could she not? Didn't she want to raise a family with him? Was it possible she was already having a mood swing from her condition? No, it was too early for that sort of thing.

"What does this point in your life have to do with whether or not you want children?" he inquired. That was the strangest thing she'd said. What did it matter at what point you had children?

"I'm way too young for children," she replied condescendingly.

"But many women are married and becoming mothers at your age," Erik argued.

"In your time, yeah. Not anymore. Now we're usually twenty three before we get married, and don't have kids until after twenty five," Lenore said.

"…I'm sorry," Erik apologized softly.

"Why didn't you ask me?" Lenore whispered. "Why didn't you tell me tonight? I mean, it seems a bit too convenient to me that you forgot to say something before we had sex."

"I just assumed you'd want children," Erik explained.

"Well, next time, ask," Lenore sighed. "Don't just make assumptions about what I do or don't want, especially if we've never even talked about it."

"You want to live in a normal house, aboveground, correct?" Erik asked, worried that maybe she didn't. Though that would be truly insane.

"That, yes. That's fine," Lenore replied.

"Good. Because construction started the day after New Year's."

"What? You mean to tell me our house has been in construction for a month and I didn't hear about it until now? When were you planning on telling me?" Lenore demanded.

"When we returned from the honeymoon," Erik admitted. "It was to be a surprise, but…well, I thought I'd better ask now, seeing as how you don't want me making assumptions."

"…I'm being a bit of a bitch, aren't I?" Lenore asked.

"Well, I wouldn't have phrased it quite that way," Erik murmured. He would've taken out the 'a bit of' part.

"I'm sorry, but…I'm not happy. Maybe you gathered that."

"I'm sorry," he apologized again. Mark and Jon had told Erik that women loved to hear a man say he was sorry, even if he'd done nothing to cause the current problem. Wives especially loved to hear it from their husbands, according to Lenore's brothers.

"Well, sorry doesn't magically reverse a pregnancy," Lenore mumbled.

Erik was momentarily puzzled. The usual responses to an apology were either forgiveness, or admitting that the other person was not at fault. What she'd just said seemed a response to his thoughts. Mark and Jon said that wives-

"They don't know anything," Lenore grumbled. "They're men; that in and of itself proves they know very little." Erik stared at her, purposefully keeping his mind blank. "What are you staring at me for?"

Because you're reading my thoughts.

"That's ridiculous, I'm not…I am…oh my God!!! Why? How? When?" she shrieked.

"Why? Because I have touched your mind far too often. How? Because linking with a person's mind repetitively over a long period of time slowly deteriorates the barrier, if you will. Your mind slowly comes to expect my presence, and my mind comes to expect to be connected to yours. The barriers are slowly eradicated and a link is formed. Sort of like building a bridge over a chasm. When? Apparently within the last few minutes."

"Oh, this is way too weird," she exclaimed. "Wow…umm…you're a bit over-powering, you know that? I mean…I'm being assaulted with far too many images and feelings. It…just…"

Erik quickly blocked her from his memories. Apparently she had stumbled over them.

"Ow," she yelped, putting a hand to her head. "What was that?"

"Nothing you need concern yourself with," Erik informed her. Anyone with experience in reading minds would have seen the barriers and been able to withdraw before being forcibly cut off from that portion of their target's mind. But she was an amateur; he'd have to teach her how to control it, even though his was the only mind she could read.

Erik sighed. There was too much she didn't know, too much he didn't want to tell her. If he taught her how to use this new ability, she'd be able to see parts of him he didn't want her to. Because she'd find a way to get into his memories, even if it took her years to slowly slip through the barriers undetected. She'd do anything to learn what she wanted to know.

"You shut me out, didn't you?" Lenore accused.

"I did," Erik shrugged carelessly.

"That was cruel. We're married, you're not supposed to hide things from me," she complained.

"You should look at it from my perspective. The situation can be likened to a small, energetic child left unsupervised in an antique shop," Erik said. "It is all too likely you might meddle with something and break it beyond repair. With time and training, you will learn what is to be left alone and why."

"Oh, you're just saying that because you don't like that I can get inside your mind," Lenore snapped, insulted at being likened to a child.

"You could accidentally cut the threads of my sanity. Or you might end up disabling my memory. Or perhaps switch off my mind entirely, which would leave me quite literally brain dead, ma petite. Do you want to be married to –what's the term you use for that? Vegetable? –for the rest of your life?"

"You suck," she muttered darkly, sulking because of the excellent points he'd made.

"I'm afraid I find myself helpless to resist the temptation; your breasts are rather delectable."

"You're so naughty. What am I going to do with you?"

"I have a few ideas," Erik informed her with a suggestive smirk.

"This cat is a monster," Hiroshi complained. Said cat was currently attached to his leg, attempting to rip him to shreds. "Are you sure it isn't related to a demon?"

"Pretty sure," Raghnall said dismissively, taking notes on Christi, who was currently watching Bishop rip Hiroshi's flesh to bits. After a few moments of observing, she followed the cat's example.

"Get off, you stupid mortal!" Hiroshi snarled. "Raghnall, your pet is maiming me!"

"She's expressing affection," Raghnall lied.

"Rather negative affection if you ask me," Hiroshi mumbled.

"I've got good news," Satan proclaimed, appearing in Raghnall's laboratory.

"You're going to get rid of Bishop and Christi?" Hiroshi guessed hopefully.

It just so happened that Satan's appearance did rid Hiroshi of those two pests gnawing on his legs. Having been mentally modified by an archangel, Bishop's dislike of immortals was surpassed only by his hatred of Satan, so he quickly switched victims. And Christi just followed the cat.

"Lenore is pregnant," Satan said, glaring down at the monsters attached to his legs.

"Oh, kitten's going to know the horror of children. That's absolutely wonderful," Hiroshi sighed happily. Then he realized something. "I'm going to be a grandfather…that makes me feel old."

"You are old," Raghnall pointed out.

"Nonsense, I'm only nine hundred and sixteen," Hiroshi argued.

"Yes, that's true. Compared to me, you're still a child," Raghnall said.

"Oh? How old are you?" Hiroshi inquired.

"I'm…hm, I can't remember. How old am I, Master?" Raghnall asked Satan.

"Oh, at least ten thousand years, if not more," Satan said dismissively. "Raghnall, get this fur ball off of me, and remove your pet while you're at it," Satan commanded.

"She's expressing affection," Raghnall repeated the lie he'd given Hiroshi.

Two hours later, Satan walked out the door. Bishop was hiding behind Hiroshi, Christi was perched on one of the bookshelves chuckling maliciously, and Raghnall was lying on the floor in a bloody heap, due to the amount of affection Satan had expressed for his right hand man.

"You were lucky," Hiroshi commented, looking at the bruised mess of an immortal called Raghnall.

"Yes, well, he was in a particularly good mood it would seem," Raghnall responded.

"So Jadesy is the name I should attach to those gorgeous orbs that stare at me in an obsessed, lustful manner," Hiroshi remarked.

"Stop looking at my computer screen!" Tammy commanded, poking Hiroshi with the shocky spork.

"Hey, hey, Raghnall's all bruised and stuff," Christi observed, perched atop the shelves over Tammy's desk.

"Don't even think of jumping on me," Tammy snarled, glaring at the seemingly immortal woman above her.

"I'm pregnant," Lenore sniffled unhappily.

"It's not my fault," Erik replied instantaneously. "It's Tammy's fault, she wrote it."

"Yeah, I'm just so terribly cruel," Tammy retorted dryly. "I've already determined the gender and name of the baby. Got a good portion of the next chapter written up already. Actually might have the chapter finished…hmm, I'll have to see if it's enough for a full chapter…Anyway, review so that I'm inspired to put the next part out sooner."

"And if you can't remember by now that she accepts anonymous reviews, then you're dumber than me," Christi proclaimed. "Cuz she says she accepts anonymous reviews every damn time, you'd think it'd sink by now."

"I wish the shocky spork worked on you," Tammy muttered darkly.