Summary: An episode from before any contracts. When Catherine and Sebastian were in hell, Catherine chose the silver-haired King to be her consort. A King she killed when she went to the human world. (A reviewer wanted to see more of hell.)

'Where have you been?' Sebastian asked, looking down at a five year old looking Catherine. She laughed and grinned, her wolf ears twitching.

'I made myself young to play with a little human boy! He got so scared, he ran away! It was so funny!' She giggled, making Sebastian smile. It had been a while since he'd seen his sister like this. She usually had the looks of a sixteen year old during this time as she had decided. 'Carry me?' she pleaded though she had wings, raising her arms.

Sebastian sighed but bent down to pick her up, setting her on his left shoulder. 'Why haven't you changed back then?' Sebastian asked, walking along the bone dusted grounds. Catherine treated this place like her sand box.

Catherine pouted, her eyes sharp. 'He had a mark deep inside, on the bone of his rib. I wanted it. His mom was a witch and she cursed me.' She complained.

Sebastian frowned. He didn't like that. It made him feel unpleasantly possessive. 'Would you like me to kill her, sister?' he asked, making her smile. He cared for her, in his own black way. She wasn't complaining, she had wanted to rip out a rib from a child.

'That's okay, her soul is gross. I'll go back when he's asleep and take the bone.' Catherine spoke, her red eyes meeting her brother's. She wouldn't want him to taint his hands with such filth. She knew her powerful brother was meant for better things. Then a sharp presence appeared and she squeezed her brother's shoulders.

'My name is Zekiel.' A voice spoke, a form appearing from the shadows. Gold eyes stared at the siblings. 'The King asks your presence.' There was a new King after Catherine rejected the courtship of the first. He was an ass.

'What for?' Sebastian asked with stone eyes. The man smirked. Catherine narrowed her eyes and shot her magic through him and into his mind. He shivered as she rummaged around and pulled it back.

'That was unnecessary.' Zekiel said, staring at Catherine with wariness. Catherine looked at him impassively.

'You didn't answer my brother. But we'll go see the King.' She said, giving her brother a certain look. He nodded, trusting in her decision but he did wonder if she really wanted to see the King in her current state.

'Very well.' Zekiel said and he blinked his eyes once and grinned in a ridiculously wide manner. His mouth opened and Catherine found herself staring into an abyss. Curiosity told her to open up the King's demon and examine his insides. Sebastian glanced at her and smirked. He always knew when she felt so twisted. It made him rather proud. The demon roared loudly but all the two heard was a whisper.

They shut their eyes against a cutting wind that stopped abruptly. When they opened them again, they saw the King's cavern. Sebastian stepped off from the hellfire rocks and onto ice. The cavern was covered in curved icicles and flowers made from unholy cold snow and ice. Catherine shivered and growled at her slight human weakness. Sebastian pretended not to notice and didn't stop her when she jumped off her shoulder, growing into her usual sixteen year old appearance.

'You said she cursed you.' Her brother accused calmly from behind her. She smiled back at him, metal pieces on her dress freezing and ice crystals beginning to decorate her hair.

'I'm the better witch.' She beamed before striding into the cavern. She hadn't taken seven steps when he shifted out from a wall of ice with his pretty silver hair and lovely snowy eyes and skin. He smiled at her serenely. Her eyes grew excited as she stared at him. Pretty… a very pretty demon…

'Hello, little demon witch. I've heard many great things about you.' He murmured, coming close and leaning to her neck casually, taking in her scent. Sebastian came in and watched carefully, he knew this King only wanted Catherine so that he could keep the throne. He also knew his sister realized this but he was beautiful and his sister had a fondness for pretty demons.

The King flickered his eyes to Sebastian quickly before it flickered back to Catherine. He pulled away but caressed her hair with his fingertips, trailing it to her jaw and cheek. 'A gift of courtship.' He spoke, leaving behind a lily of ice, frozen into her hair.

She smiled but it was not a smile that was fooled. She touched the cold flower, shattering it instantly. 'I despise your pathetic courting. I don't like pretty things. Only pretty demons. And I heard you're the prettiest, your Majesty.' She taunted mockingly. It didn't faze the King at all.

'It would depend on your preference, Kana.' He said, using the current name she had given herself. The demon witch is difficult to woo but he must earn her favour to keep his throne. And he must be sure to please her or risk death by her brother.

'I prefer a man with silver hair and one that does not intend to hunt down my brother. You see, if that is your intention as the rumours say, I'll just take your head along with that gorgeous hair.' She said menacingly and the King turned his gaze to Sebastian who stared back stoically.

'She is quite human in a way, isn't she? Very interesting. But her heart is as black as any demon's.' The King praised, keeping his sights in mind. The goal must be achieved. To do that he must be as persistent as the ice of winter but as gentle as snow.

'Her heart is blacker still.' Sebastian boasted.

'But so full of love for you. Tell me, my dear…' He spoke, taking her hands in his and kissing them both. It left a chill under her skin that caused her demon blood to melt it. The result was the quickest change of temperature that would never be recorded by man. 'If I satisfy and please you and agree not to harm your brother, will you love me as well? I don't believe I've ever been loved with a love so tainted.'

'I don't know.' She said honestly and the truth fell from her mouth in a shivering tone. 'You'll have to try it out.' Sebastian resisted the urge to roll his eyes. If his sister truly enjoyed the company of the current King, then he would not compete for the throne.

'I suppose I'll do just that.' The demon King smiled.

A certain look entered her eyes then. 'But I warn you, my consorts must stay with me forever.'

The King's face softened considerably, even for an ice demon. 'I will never leave your side.' And there was no lie in his voice, only sincerity.

PART TWO

The King pulled on his robes, wincing as his pride suffered. Demon males were not often submissive to their counterparts. But his dear lover was fond of being dominant over him. He blamed it on her strong fierce nature and his lithe feminine body. The only part of him that was uninjured was his head. He ran his hand through his silver hair. She would not pull on it even in her lust. She loved it very apparently, gently combing through his long mane with her fingertips. It may be the only time she becomes gentle, it made him feel quite peculiar. Confused but not unpleasant in the slightest.

His demon white skin was decorated with marks of red and purple bruises. Demon skin was not easily injured but… she wasn't a witch for nothing. He touched his damaged lip, other than the small cut where she had bitten in, he could feel a certain numbness on his tongue. As her magic grew, a demon poison began to form within her as it does with all witches. A full witch could kill a demon with a kiss if they were strong enough. But hers was not lethal enough to kill but it would weaken him for about an hour or so.

He tied his robes and was about to walk out when Catherine entered, completely nude. She was certainly a sight, her midnight hair and crimson eyes were a stark contrast to his white ice fortress. He raised a fine brow at her but smiled gently, tilting his head while unknowingly showing off the mark on his neck where she had bitten in. 'Have you been wandering the cavern naked, Kana?'

'Yes, there was an urgent matter I needed to attend to. I didn't have time to put on any clothes.' She said quietly, looking at him with blank eyes. She shivered once and in an instant, he draped his own robe over her and scooped her flowing hair out from the neck of the clothing. He always made sure to take good care of her, it was strange how he was not bothered by her human weaknesses.

'Whatever was so urgent?' he asked, leading her to sit on the bed. She loved his bed and he often found her lounging on it, stretching herself on the sheets or curling up for a nap.

Her eyes shifted to his bare body, taking in the damage she had done. 'I did that, didn't I?' She questioned quietly, ignoring his query. She touched a bruise on his shoulder, stepping into his arms. He clasped them around her, gentle as always. 'I'm sorry, Dagon.' She whispered softly.

His eyes went wide. Not once in their time together has she ever apologized for hurting him during their bouts of lust. 'Is something wrong?' He questioned, noticing now her gaze wasn't blank, there was a slight sadness.

'My brother's gone. He went to go contract a soul.'

He furrowed his brows. Sebastian was a demon, of course, he would contract a soul as any demon would. 'I don't understand.'

'I know you don't.' She sighed, placing her palm to his cheek and stroking the skin beneath his unholy snow eyes. A witch knew many things. She knew he was a demon and not one like Sebastian. Though he did feel something for her, he couldn't identify it. He wouldn't understand how human she was. 'I wonder if these eyes can see me or if they're as blind as they seem.'

'I can see you perfectly.' He assured caringly.

But she knew he couldn't and he would never be able to. It was just how he was. A witch is gifted with knowledge. A demon was like that, she knew. It wasn't his fault. Her brother was the only one that had any chance. He sounded like he cared, his voice held all the proper tones and even a hint of emotion but she knew it wasn't real. 'I just miss him. It's a human thing.' She explained, knowing he wouldn't understand anyway.

'I will make you happy.' He promised, smiling at her. She smiled back, knowing he would fail no matter how sincerely he tried. But he was trying.

'I know you will.' She said gently, the lie leaving a bitter taste she had never tasted before. This was the first time lying was hard for her.

Never in her life had she wanted to cry so badly. Because a witch knew many things. So she knew when she left to find her brother, the King, her current consort, would lose the throne along with his life. Something he didn't deserve. But it won't stop her from leaving.

She wished she could save him. But she knew she couldn't. Because a witch knew many things, a witch is gifted with knowledge.