HOLY SHIT OMFG AHHHH! -EXPLODES-
That's basically what you're all thinking right? 'What the hell? I thought Your Guardian Demon was on hiatus!'
I STILL AM. The only reason I got this posted was because I had the best friend In the world helping me out.(Luv you, Des!) Actually, she pretty much wrote the whole thing. I just touched it up a bit to fit it in with the plot... Her grammar makes me want to kill myself though...
If anyone cares I wrote this chapter while listening to Nox Arcana and a bunch of OSTs.
Questions:
Well, pretty much everyone last week was asking what Hoheo taralna, rondero tarel. Raum, Raum means. I'm not answering that. Everything will be explained in this chapter.
As for Abby, who asked when Sebastian will find out the Akuma is his daughter... Well, let me just tell you the situation will be awkward...
Amywxue, I that will be explained by the end of the chapter. If you're still confused, feel free to contact me.
The red-eyed demon clung tighter to the tree branch, powerless to do anything but watch in fear as the slaughter progressed.
Nothing but watch as angels and demons alike fell, never to rise back up again.
Nothing but watch as his only friend's head was torn from his body.
He was nothing.
He was Powerless...
Yet, all the same he knew that these massacres were nothing but an insignificant hurdle in a losing battle. A war that demons had foolishly declared upon angels. A pathetic attempt at a freedom they would never obtain.
And so the demons would gather. Masses of almost a thousand at any given time. And they would scream their challenge.
And so the angels would accept their challenge.
And likewise the angels would kill them with ease.
That's how it ended each and every time. This war was nothing but a chore to those damned angels.
The demon was young, yet even he knew this fact. But all the same, he was stupid enough to get swept up in the bloodshed anyway. What demon could resist such a temptation?
As he watched, one angel in particular caught his eye. In contrast to all the white wings surrounding her, a pair of deadly-looking black wings graced her back. The razor-edged feathers were soaked in crimson. She wielded no blade. In truth, she didn't need one. The angel would stretch her wings and slash at anyone who came near. The slick feathers ripped through flesh and bone like hot butter.
Her slightly-wavy black hair was a mess as it whipped around her enraged face with furious eyes that glowed a purple-blue.
She was trapped, and surrounded by demons. Death would surely take her now.
She growled and spread her wings to her full height. The bloodstained feathers erected themselves and glistened eerily. Suddenly, the muscles in the wings tensed, and a volley or feathers shot from their quills and struck the circle of demons with deadly precision.
Most of the demons fell, either with a feather through their forehead, sliced through the throat, or lodged in their chest.
The remaining demons stood their ground for a moment longer, but the angel released another volley of arrows, and the demons turned tail and retreated.
The surviving angels wasted no time in leaving. As soon as the last demon was out of sight, they took to the skies. The black-winged angel watched them go until she was the only angel remaining. When she realized she was alone, she casually walked to the tree where the demon hid, hoping desperately that she wasn't aware of his presence.
She stopped at the base of the tree and looked up into the branches.
Their eyes met. He was caught.
Before he was fully aware of what was going on, the trunk was sliced in two and the tree was falling towards the ground. In a last ditch attempt to save himself, the demon leaped out of the branches and ran for all hell.
He didn't know how she managed to move so quickly, but suddenly she was standing in front of him with her wings spread out in a threatening manner. He skidded to a stop and narrowly avoided running into her. He took a step back, and nervously stared her down.
The smallest hint of a smirk came onto her face.
"A demon who would rather run than fight?" she asked. "How... peculiar."
The demon swallowed, but said nothing.
The angel took a step closer and sniffed the air slightly.
"You hardly even smell like a demon. How old are you?"
The demon hesitated. "Twenty-two," He mumbled.
"No," the angel said, "I mean how long have you been a demon?"
"Oh," he said, "A few weeks, maybe? I haven't kept track..."
To his surprise, the angel laughed. He gathered his courage and met her eyes. Their purple-blue glow was long gone, a mild blue-gray color in their place.
"Why are you laughing at me?" he questioned in a dangerous voice.
He immediately regretted the decision to speak to her that way, because a second later, he had rows of viciously sharp feathers positioned at his throat.
"Don't you dare use that tone with me demon," she snarled, "If you want to keep your head, you would apologize."
He swallowed. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
The angel held her wing under his chin for a second longer, before tucking it away behind her back.
"What is your name?" She asked.
"Raum," he replied without hesitation.
"Well, Raum, today is your lucky day." she said cheerfully
The demon raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Because I'm going to let you walk away alive." she continued, "Do you know how many demons have walked away from me alive before?"
Raum said nothing.
"Exactly zero," she went on, "Making you the first."
Raum looked skeptically at her. "And why are you letting me live?" he asked.
"Because most human-born demons like you die within their first year," she replied, "so I might as well save myself the trouble."
Raum snorted. "Thanks... I guess."
The angel spread her wings. "Now get out of here before I change my mind." She turned around to took to the air.
Sebastian sighed in his sleep and wrapped his arms tighter around the fallen angel, looking as though he never wanted to let go.
Ciel Phantomhive leaned back next to Akuma against the rock wall under the overhang, trying to ignore the growling pain in his empty stomach. His eyes followed the grazing horse, and he felt a vague temptation to join the animal and stuff his face with grass. He shook his head and looked over at his injured charges.
Leila's injuries seemed to be healing alright on their own, most of them were already closed by midday, with the exception of the stab wound on her wing and chest. As for Sebastian... Well, at least he was breathing again. His usually pallid skin was flushed, he had a sheen of sweat on his forehead, his breathing was heavily labored, and he was shivering and trembling. Ciel could almost see the waves of heat rolling of the demon. His injuries were still oozing blood. His sleep, at least, seemed peaceful, unlike Leila. She was in a cold sweat, and she still whimpered every now and then, but since Sebastian joined her, her thrashing and trembling had ceased.
The boy vaguely wondered what the pair was dreaming of, and looked down at his wrist. The cut he had inflicted upon himself wasn't bleeding anymore, but it was still open and almost constantly stinging. He would probably need to find a bandage or something to cover it eventually.
His stomach growled unusually loud, and he found himself feeling dizzy. He groaned and attempted to stand up. He finally managed to pull himself upright, though he leaned most of his weight on the wall for support. He counted in his head, and concluded that about one day had passed since he's eaten or drank. Four days since this whole mess began. He was surprised at how little time he had actually been missing. This whole ordeal felt like weeks to him.
His eyes scanned the slope for something to eat or drink. There were multiple small puddles littering the ground, left over from last night's downpour. He decided that would have to do. The boy started his way down the slope carefully. He felt as if her would fall down at any moment. He knelt down in front of the nearest puddle and washed his face. He felt much better after he drank most of the water in the puddle. Most of the dizziness had subsided, leaving only a hollow aching and slight nausea in the pit of his stomach.
The sun was setting low in the sky when Ciel made his way back up to the overhang with a full stomach. Over the course of the day, he had managed to find an assortment of wild berries growing along a dry river bed, to which he happily helped himself too.
When he walked back into the overhang, he was met with a strange sight. Leila was awake and leaning back against the wall with Sebastian's head in her lap. The demon tossing and turning in what appeared to be agony. He was feverishly raving in a language that Ciel had never heard spoken.
Leila hushed him and brushing the hair off of his face. He gave no response to her actions, which only caused her to frown in concern. She didn't even seem to notice Ciel's presence until he loudly cleared his throat, and even then her worried eyes never left the demon.
"I'm glad you're back," she said in a monotone voice, "I was getting worried..."
Ciel stood in front of the two and looked them up and down. "What happened?"
Her face grew angry. "Seraphim," she spat.
Ciel looked confused, "Excuse me?"
"Azrael's blade," she explained, "He calls it 'Seraphim'."
The boy looked down on his butler. "What does that have to do with anything?"
The angel continued to brush her fingers through the ill demon's hair. "Seraphim is one of the most powerful weapons in existence." she said. "The injuries it inflicts aren't likely to heal naturally, and they are particularly painful for demons."
"But Sebastian was fine earlier!" Ciel said.
"Was he?" she asked sarcastically. "Because I really doubt that."
Ciel swallowed as he remembered Sebastian's earlier appearance. He looked as if he was on death's door.
"It's only going to get worse from here," Leila said quietly.
"How so?" Ciel asked.
"Seraphim is like a disease." she murmured. "The pain just gets worse and worse. It drains a demon's energy until there is nothing but a slow, painful death. Most demons go insane..." she trailed off, her eyes glistening.
"Damnit don't start crying." Ciel growled.
Just then, the demon beneath her stirred. He let out a groan of pain and tried to sit up, pushing Leila away from him.
"Sebas...tian?" Ciel took a hesitant step towards his butler
Sebastian leaned against the wall where Leila was, but she quickly jumped up and held her arms in front of Ciel, barring him from coming any closer to his butler.
"Don't." she whispered.
Ciel shook her head and tried to get around her arm, but she kept getting in front of him.
"Are you deaf?" she hissed quietly, "Get back!"
Ciel stopped struggling and silently watched Sebastian. The demon seemed unaware of either of their presence. His head was rested against the wall, his hazy eyes open and staring at the ceiling. His chest rose and fell with labored wheezes, and a thin stream of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. If Ciel hadn't known better, he would have thought his butler was a member of the undead.
"Sebastian," he tried again, "Can you h-"
Leila cut him off by clapping a hand over his mouth. The demon's eyes rolled from the ceiling and onto the boy's face. The simply stared at each other for a small while, and Ciel felt a faint twinge in his marked eye.
Sebastian let out a slight cough, which quickly turned into a full scale fit. The demon retched, and a wave of inky blood flew from his mouth and splattered Ciel's feet. It happened a second time, and the boy only watched with wide eyes as waves after waves of blood poured from his butler's body. He felt himself grow weak at the sight of it.
The demon tried to stand, but collapsed in a mess of his own blood, clutching his chest and writhing and screaming in agony.
Ciel turned desperately to Leila, who was only watching with cold eyes. A single tear fell, but that was all. Ciel returned his attention to Sebastian, who was still screaming and convulsing. He let his loudest scream yet, his chest rising a few inches off the ground from the force of it, then lay limp. His eyes remained open, staring listlessly above him.
Leila for some unknown reason, decided it was safe to approach the demon. She lowered her arm, and slowly walked foraward and kneeled beside Sebastian. Ciel followed suit. He caught his butler's wrist like he had done so many times before. The pulse was weaker than before, and more irregular than ever. Ciel felt a sorrowful ache in his chest.
"Sebastian," he said, "Look at me."
The demon gave no response.
"Hey!" Ciel called. "I'm talking to you, bastard! Look at me when I'm addressing you! Look at your master!" he yelled.
The boy took the demon's head in his hands, and forced their eyes to meet.
"You are not allowed to die, Sebastian. That is an order. We have a contract. Are you listening to me!?" he shouted.
Leila caught the boy's hand before he could strike Sebastian. He turned and glared at her with a face that said he wanted to hit her too.
"Scream at him all you like, it won't make a difference." she said.
"He's not going to die." Ciel said stubbornly, "We have a-"
"You used to have a contract." she corrected him. "And even if you did, that still wouldn't prevent him from dying of this."
"What the hell do you mean by that!?" he retorted.
Leila sighed in frustration and grabbed the jagged stump of Sebastian's right arm.
"Do you see his seal anywhere?" She asked.
"Huh?"
"Do you? Cause I don't!"
Ciel shook his head in confusion "I don't understand..."
Leila threw his arm down. "He doesn't havea seal anymore." she explained harshly. "The link between the two of you is void. He is no longer bound to you."
Ciel ripped of the scrap of cloth covering his marked eye. "Then why the hell is this still here?"
"Because the contract is technically still in place. If he manages to re-grow his seal, he will be able to reestablish the link.
The severity of the situation dawned on Ciel. "So is he gonna die or not!?"
Leila frowned. "Very likely..." she murmured to herself.
She glanced over her shoulder at Akuma, who was still dead to the world. She turned her gaze to Ciel.
"Blood is precious." she said aloud.
"So I've heard," Ciel said sarcastically.
"I don't think you understand," she put a hand over his chest. "The soul dwells in the heart, but the energy, the very lifeforce of a person flows through their veins. You gave Sebastian your own blood, and by doing so you gave him the energy he needed to revive."
"Hoheo taralna, Rodero Tarel..." Ciel remembered.
"A chant used to summon demons." Leila said. "The chant itself can summon any demon at random. If you speak a specific demon's name, then only that particular demon will come to you."
"Raum... Raum..." Ciel said. He looked at his butler. Sebastian looked... peaceful in a way. His eyes had drifted shut, and his breathing had evened out. Ciel could have thought him to be sleeping.
Leila's voice brought him out of his reverie. "Seraphim cut Sebastian's soul from his body. You managed to call it back"
She reached out and grabbed his wrist.
"In his current state, Sebastian's body can't heal on his own."
She pulled him closer and tapped the cut on his wrist. He winced when he saw blood beginning to bead at the surface of the skin.
"But it can with a bit of help."
Fun Fact: Raum is the name of a powerful (and very real) demon in Christian Demonology. He is depicted as a crow, but takes the form of a human at the request of his conjurer (the person who summons him). I'm not even joking. He's real. Look his ass up if you don't believe me.
Someone (not gonna name names) recently asked for a SebbyxLeila lemon. Sorry to crush your hopes, but the answer is NO!
Not only no, but HELL NO!
I cannot write smut for the living life of me, something I learned a long time ago in one of my early attempts here on fanfiction. It has since been deleted and no, you can't see it. Don't even ask. Seriously.
What? You don't care you say? Well fine! Here's your SebbyxLeila Lemon:
He put his thingy in her woo-hoo.
Fucking happy now? You better be... assholes. STOP ASKING
On a less disgusting note, guess what? I broke my word count record today! :D Minus the A/Ns, this chapter is 2,500+ words. You guys should get me cookies or something...
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No cookies? Fuck you.
I managed to brings my grades up to a... passing level, I suppose. However I'm still gonna be a bit slow updating and whatnot.
I also recently posted a new oneshot (requested a looooooong time ago by anon) called Blue eyes. If you guys could go over there and R&R it, you would be awesome forever. I'm still open to one-shot requests, so if there is a story you want written, please post it in the reviews or via PM.
More news! Since the Raven and the Wolf was been deleted, I have time to begin working on another story. You all voted in the poll, and That Butler, Even in Death was the winner. The poll is still open to anyone who wants to vote on a different story. The first chapter of the story will be posted whenever my lazy ass feels like writing it.
One more thing: The early chapters will be revised sometime soon. Mainly because Ciel seemed way OOC and they are overall poorly written. The plot won't be affected in any way.
That's all I have to say for now. I hope these ridiculous A/Ns make you laugh.
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