Devereaux found himself in the same dark room in his nightmares every night he walked around with his arms outstretched feeling for the door knob, when he found it he opened it slowly as several snakes sank their fangs into the door, and he flicked them all off before run off the right side of the hallway as the left side collapsed in suddenly. When he got to the two doors at the end of the hall he quickly went through the left one and in the room was a candle and a match, he lit the match, lit the candle, and then he threw the match down the pit in front of him. Flames suddenly erupted from the pit making Devereaux jump back in surprise, after the flames dissipated there was a stairway that he took up to the next floor, and when he got there what he saw shocked him. Maka was tied to a golden cross; she was unconscious which Devereaux took for granted, mainly because there were hundreds of snakes slithering around under her feet. He jumped to a pole in the center of the snakes, he jumped to the cross as the snakes started to slowly slither up, and as he was untying Maka she turned towards him and he froze. He was staring at Medusa face, but her face was on Medusa's body.
"You are so close to little Maka, but have you ever thought what will happen if you can't protect her from your dark past?" Medusa asked him right before biting him in the neck
Devereaux shot up in the bed, his skin was slick with sweat, and his blade shot out. He quickly got out the bed but not quick enough to wake Maka who was peacefully asleep beside, he slowly opened the window in her room, and silently got onto the roof. Tonight it was cold enough to where he could see his breath clearly, he warmed his hands constantly, he did multiple things to keep his mind busy, but his mind always wandered back to his dream. His attention was drawn to the window when he noticed a slipper coming and after awhile Maka was trying to stand beside him, and she offered a hand.
"I can't sleep, or it'll be back." Devereaux whispered
"What'll be back?" Maka asked him
"I've had nightmares ever since I've gotten away from Medusa, sometimes they'll be short and painless, but other nightmares are long and literally very painful." Devereaux replied
Maka hugged Devereaux close to her, even though she couldn't say she understood how he felt, but she hated seeing anyone this way. She took his hands in her hands; she hauled him to his feet, and held him closely as she led him back into her where Soul was waiting.
"I came as quickly as I could as soon as Devereaux started to yell something about you and Medusa, and then I sped up as I heard him yell about him being experimented upon by Medusa with black blood, but when I got here you two were outside on the roof talking." Soul told her
When Maka looked at Devereaux again he was mentally gone, he was mumbling about thousands of needles containing black blood, and if he wasn't just mumbling then Medusa had loaded him completely with black blood. Also it seemed that he had full control of it, although he never really used, but he never really had a use for it.
"Well since everything seems the closest thing to normal when it come to you two so far I'll take my leave, and also there's training tomorrow but I'm not feeling very well." Soul told them
"You look fine to me." Maka replied
"Trust me I'm not fine." Soul told her before coughing
"Just leave it alone Maka." Devereaux told her
"Fine, but be ready for later because you'll have to show everyone your other form." Maka told Devereaux
"I will be, but I might be a little tired because I'm not going to sleep tonight." Devereaux replied as he watched Soul leave
Maka couldn't believe how Devereaux, the guy who went against Medusa with no hesitation and no fear, but he feared what Medusa did to him.
"I fear that I might lose control of it, it's a constant struggle, and I fear that I might hurt you." Devereaux told her
Maka gently hugged Devereaux, and this time when she looked at him the same expressionless cool that he had when they were on the mission. This time the calmness on Devereaux's face sent chills down her spine, Maka grabbed Devereaux by his shoulders, and she vigorously shook him until he told her to stop. When he looked at her Maka saw a deep sadness in Devereaux's eyes, and now she knew why.
"She had no right doing what she did to you, but do you want to talk about it?" Maka asked him
"Where should I start?" Devereaux asked her
"Anywhere, but if you don't want to talk about it I understand." Maka told him
"No, I have to get it out sometime, but maybe later might be a better time." Devereaux replied before flopping backwards onto the bed
Maka did the same thing, when she over at Devereaux he was chanting in a language she didn't understand, and it interested her.
"I've never heard that language ever, what are you saying?" Maka asked Devereaux
"Huh, oh I didn't notice that I was saying it out loud, but I guess I'm actually comfortable around you." Devereaux replied "I'm asking the souls of the deceased to protect my dreams if I shall fall asleep tonight.
"Mind if I join in?" Maka asked him
"I would love that Maka thanks." Devereaux replied
He started his chant again, after Maka got into the rhythm and learned the words, and soon they were chanting together. Soon Devereaux noticed that Maka had fallen asleep, he slowly got up, snuck downstairs after tucking her in, and he thought about his nightmare. It had gone a lot farther than before sometimes the hallway never ended or the door at the end was locked, he wished that tonight that was how it ended, but as he touched his neck it was still tender from where Medusa had bitten him. He looked in the direction of the stairs hoping he didn't wake Maka, he sighed as he saw Soul quietly descending the stairs, and he looked a little annoy though while not in battle his expression rarely differentiated from what Devereaux has seen.
"You still up?" Soul asked him
"Yeah, got Maka to sleep with a sleeping chant, but I can't escape the nightmares anymore I have to isolate myself before I hurt someone." Devereaux told him
"Look, by doing that you'll be hurt Maka in the process, and I know that you don't want to do that." Soul told him
"Then what should I do?" Devereaux asked Soul
"You're asking me, you know that right, well talk to Maka it'll make you both feel better trust me." Soul told him
"Okay, that's the first thing I'll do tomorrow, but right now I have to stay awake." Devereaux told Soul as he walked to Maka's room
Devereaux slowly lowered himself down by Maka, put his arm around her, and fell into a peaceful sleep that mind tried to resist but his body demanded.