Tsukiyomi looked about the Twilight barrier for the one whom had left the red rose. When no one made themselves known he crushed the rose in his hand, watching the petals fall slowly to the earth. He had no use for such affections; such were more for Aizen-Myoo the God of Love and not Tsukiyomi the Demon Lord of the Darkness.
It was lovely he would admit, the red shade bringing color to his bland world. He wondered truly yet under great secret, just what the world of light truly was like. What secrets did it hide? What truly flourished in the sunlight but hid in his moonlight? He wasn't truly sure and he knew, as sad as it was that he would never know that world. He truly doubted any in that glorious light filled world ever wondered about his dark kingdom.
There was not a day that he did not think of why the Holy Mother had divided the two worlds. It made some sense, he had to agree. The order was maintained on the laws of the boundaries that were held by one of the Six Great Gods of Luck, Bishamon the God of War, Justice and the Protector of Law as well as the God of Lightning and General of Amaterasu himself. To the humans, he was known as the Protector of People. Yet, his zealous attitude toward himself would seem as if he were not such an honored God.
He sighed heavily before looking back toward the Realm of Light, wondering once more what it was like to live in the warmth of those lovely colors. Yet, it was never going to be and he knew it. He turned his head from the lively colors and looked up to his bland silver moon. "One day I shall turn you blue." He said more to himself. It was funny actually, to think he could create color with in his world by coloring his moon. "Aoi no Tsuki." He chuckled to himself as he walked down the path of the barrier in solitude, wings folded behind him.
A large beast suddenly emerged from the forest with in his Realm. His eyes were blood red and held such markings in red about him, stains upon his pure white fur. The corner of his eyes held red enhancements, as did the end of the fur upon his collar, his paws and the tips of all nine of his lovely tails. He looked at the Demon Lord meeting his gaze before bowing to him lowly.
Tsukiyomi frowned. "Bow not to me, I am a lesser god then you." He intern bowed to the fox who snarled at his act of submission.
"Had I wished for you to bow I would not have done such. You saved my life, honored my departed love appeasing her vengeful soul…" He turned his red eyes to the night sky. Oh how beautiful heaven was. The many souls shining brightly for they were pure and just, shining as they would have on earth. "Because of you she resides there within Nirvana lighting the heavens along with her beloved humans." He turned back and tilt his head to the side. "For that I am forever in your debt."
The blue eyed god shook his head. "Tis poor sport for a god to eavesdrop my lord, especially to a realm outside of one's own." He turned to look at the god whom not only resided in the Realm of Light but also ruled it. Amaterasu was standing at the barrier, watching them with peaked interest. Tsukiyomi scuffed at him but bowed slightly, more so out of habit. "One would think our God of Gods would have more class then such commoners as myself."
The Kitsune growled. "Why do you need to spy on those of darkness? We uphold the laws!" He stood then and furrowed his nine tails. He had just about had it with those of the Light. Constantly distrusting the Darkness, that was the true conflict, the distrust and spying done by the Light, angering and instigating the Darkness.
"Be still Inari, no need to be defensive, we have done no wrong here." Tsukiyomi said calmly. He didn't want a confrontation. Inari had already killed a human Emperor; to think of or even actually harm the Holy Mother's great son…such was warrant for death. She was already jealous of Inari for having more temples dedicated to him for he was the God of Rice, Sake, Tea, Wisdom, Foxes, Agriculture and Worldly Prosperity as well as patron God of Sword smiths and Merchants. He was well known and well loved among the humans and so far too valuable to kill but even so, she would not hesitate to eradicate his existence for even so much as a wrong look. For those reasons, Tsukiyomi put his own life in jeopardy to spare the humans a slow and painful death from starvation and sickness.
The Sun God smiled at them, kindly and happily. He was not searching for a fight, much to Tsukiyomi's relief. "I had not meant to offend; I just hoped to speak with the God of Darkness of a certain matter to attend to."
Inari barked and bore his teeth. "What can be said should be done so in front of witnesses. How are we to trust you Light Realmer?!"
Amaterasu tsked. "Yet such would be truly fair if you were to allow me a witness of Light. Two dark against one light, how can I trust you to be honest?" He heard the annoyed growl of Inari being out witted, a rare feat but then again he was not thinking clearly. He turned back to the winged God. "Very well then." He held out a young Okami pup by the scruff. He was young and still in his wolf form, unable to change at such an age. He was whimpering and yelping but helpless in the mighty god's hold. "I caught this young pup playing in my realm with a Nekomusume kitten." Nekomusume were a common sight in the realm of light. Nicknamed Cat-girls, they were similar to human girl-children but with cute ears and tails much like that of a cat to which they can transform.
Tsukiyomi narrowed his blue eyes. "What do you plan to do with him?" He was worried for the pup. Crossing the barrier held a high penalty even for one so young. His bright eyes watched every move the other made carefully, watching for any sign of aggression or misstep. If the Sun God were to harm the Okami pup, one of his own that live in the darkness, then he would be sure to make the other suffer dearly for it. If he were to kill the pup, then he would surely join him in greeting that damned Death God.
"Honestly, the law states all must face punishment for transgressing the barrier laws. Being a lesser god, perhaps he will be given as a pet." Amaterasu seemed slightly concerned, just slightly.
The Fox Kami snarled. "No! Masters are cruel beings! They will not treat a pup well!" Inari knew this well. Many of his own kinsmen, Kitsunes, were pets to several Gods and a few mortals as well, deprived of their freedom for being who they were, cunning tricksters who loved to play with mortals, this lead to them changing into human for just as his beloved had to play. Never had any tricks truly harmed a mortal, but neither the less the Holy Mother's bias nature proved once more unjust as it was cruel. To a Kitsune, freedom is their most prized possession and it was that she ripped from them. A hundred years for each offence, that's how long they were to serve as pets.
After seeing the look in the Dark Lord's face, the Sun God shrugged. "Yet, who better to punish a pup then one of his own realm." He tossed the pup gently enough so the other could catch him easily. He smiled softly before bowing slightly. "See to it he learns his lesson well." He had never planned to harm the pup, scare him a little but nothing more. He was a child, curious of a new world and even more so of the pretty kitty he found there. She had not run nor hid for even the kitty had been curious. No harm had been done to either, but neither the less a law was broken. When Amaterasu had found them, the kitten begged and pleaded for him not to harm the pup for he was her friend. A small kitty, the size of nothing more than a cat, stood up to him and begged for the life of one whom was born to a different realm. How he envied that kitten. To have such strength, but then again her mother was not the creator of all that was, is and will be.
The Lord of Darkness smiled as he held the pup tightly in his arms, hoping to stop his quivering. "Hush now young one, shhh, it's safe here no need to fear. I have you, I have you." His voice was soft and motherly reminding the pup of his own mother who must have been searching for him worriedly.
Tsukiyomi was thrown to the ground. Instinctively, he curled around the pup, using his own body to protect him from the onslaught of razor sharp fangs and steel claws cutting and biting him. He could barely hear the shouts from the others between the vicious growls and snarls coming from his aggressor. His flesh tore open, the bone in his right wing snapped as it was ripped at and torn. Yet, no matter that, no matter that his tail had been nearly severed or that his horn was now bent to a painful angle or even that his side was open and bleeding profusely, he held fast to the pup, protecting the only surviving child from his dear mother's litter. The only male Alpha pup she was able to spare when her mate had died defending them. Though he could not protect them all, he ensured to end the life of the other by sacrificing his own. That is why he didn't fight her, that he let her take it out on him for he would never harm her, not for protecting her own. The legacy of her mate whom died nobly, protecting his kin. The more the pup in his arms cried the tighter he held, for a young life was by far more precious than his own.
It had only been a few moments before Inari had successfully removed her from the Winged God, but the damage had been plentiful. Tsukiyomi opened his eyes, inspecting the pup for any damage. He was clean, not a single blow had been done to him. This made him smile brightly as he moved his hands away. Sadly, the pup nuzzled his cheek and licked him, apologizing for the trouble he had caused. The God giggled slightly, ignoring the pain. "Go now…your Okaa-san is waiting. Be good, and obey the laws." He whispered. The young pup nodded and ran to his mother who picked him up.
"Gomen." She whispered, bowing slightly to the Dark Lord. Her gray fur blowing in the slight breeze. She had been so worried and fearful that when she seen her pup in the arms of the Demon God she was blind with rage. She had not known he had spared him a harsh punishment. She had not known that he was protecting him from her rage. All she knew was that her son was crying for her and he stood between them. She had done what any other mother would have to protect her son. The Gray Okami picked up her pup by his scruff, taking one last look to the damaged god before bowing slightly one last time and vanishing into the forest.
Amaterasu, forced to do nothing because of the barrier, watched helplessly. Angered that the Kitsune had not punished the mother he drew his sword. "Go after her! Bring her here so I may teach her proper respect…"
Tsukiyomi stood then, his right wing dragging to the floor, yet his blue eyes turned red. "Iie! That was the proper respect. I had her only pup, the only survivor of her litter where all the others were lost to other demons. Tell me, would you not have done the same had it been your youngling?" He looked at the Sun God with a hard glare. Once he had seen the understanding in the other's eyes he sighed heavily. "So quick to judge others you know nothing of. Take a look through someone else's eyes before you pass judgment." He leaned forward and coved his mouth with his hand before coughing up blood. His body shook and trembled with the force of the cough nearly causing him to fall over. "Still so much patrol to do…." He said out loud. He bowed his head slightly to the other. "Farewell thee well my lord."
"Wait! You can't patrol like that! If you continue then you will die!" He urged him to stop, begging and pleading. Tsukiyomi ignored him, continuing to move down the barrier in a slow pace as holding his side and dragging his damaged wing. Fresh blood ran from a wound on his arm and down to his talon where it fell to the greedy earth that soaked it up with no remorse. From each drop, flora of the night arose. All beautiful and gracious, from the Evening Primrose to the Queen of the Night, from the Moon flower to the Casablanca Lily all beautiful gems of the earth created from horrific wounds. "I said stop! I command you to stop!" he barked loudly.
The other stopped and turned to him. "And if I were to die, whom would mourn me? I was not born but created. I cannot die but be destroyed. Rejected by those whom I was born of. So tell me, honestly, whom would mourn my destruction?" he asked, face hard as stone.
"I would. I mourn all life that is lost." Amaterasu said quickly, trying to convince the other not to go on with his suicidal tendencies.
The Dark Lord shook his head as he turned back to the extent of the barrier he had yet to look over. "Why this barrier exists is a mystery to me. In the end those of Light are just like us, perhaps even worse." He stumbled a bit, falling into the arms of Inari who took to helping him. The Sun God just did not understand. He would never understand the truth.
Amaterasu frowned. His response was sincere, it truly was yet…he had panicked and caused his words to be rushed and sloppy as if insincere. He was such a fool, truly and indubitably a fool. "My lord!" Tsukiyomi's voice froze him in place as he waited to see what the other had to say. Something cruel again, he was sure, it was always like that. "Arigatou Gozaimasu."
~/-*-\~
Alfred looked down at his Stag stew. Part of him was starving but the other wasn't that hungry for the lovely beast. Something about it seemed wrong but it smelled so good. He was conflicted but soon hunger won out and he took a spoonful of the cream colored broth and ate it. It was sweet because of the cream yet savory with the meat, crunchy due to the fresh broccoli and carrots but earthy as well due to the fresh herbs and mushrooms. The corner of his eyes pricked with tears of sheer joy at the wonderful new bounty of flavor. It was different from anything he had ever eaten before but somehow, oh so familiar. He just couldn't place it, but he had eaten it before thought he could not recall when.
Kiku stirred the pot of stew and scooped out a bowl for the young mother and his son. "There you are, enjoy. If it were not for you we would not have most of what was needed." For that reason he gave them more meat then the others. He poured himself a bowl and turned back to the rest of the unused meat. If done right the meat could be preserved into strips and salted to keep it from spoiling. So he set to cut the kill into strips and use the small bag of salt to rub on the meat and dehydrate it. He would do his best to preserve the rest, not knowing how far it was to the next town or inn. Taking another bite of his delicious stew, he turned to look at the out stretched pelt that was hung to dry and leather. His gift was coming along nicely; he was even able to get the blood stains out. As for the gold antlers and hooves, they were to be melted down to jewelry later and perhaps even coins. Either way, it would win some favor. After all it was he whom hunted and slain the meal. He could see in the Omega's eyes some favor. Hell to be honest the Omega had not even so much as glanced to the other Alpha in hours. That alone had shown distainment toward the Alpha and perhaps even hatred. If he played his hand just right, the young Omega would be his far sooner than he had imagined. What a cunning fox he truly was.
They sat there in silence before William decided to break it. Silence drove the man mad, it always had. "Alfred, how are you fairing?" he asked. He saw that Tino lower his head and look away, believing it to be all his fault.
Cerulean eyes turned to him curiously. "I'm fine. It doesn't hurt as much." It just stung but he wasn't willing to make Tino feel any worse than he was. It wouldn't do anyone any good.
The Alpha put his bowl down and moved to him. "Let's change the bandage, so it doesn't fester again." He was commanding him rather than asking.
That didn't sit well with Alfred; he was not his and thus had a right to refuse his command. It also didn't help that he didn't really want to speak let alone even see the other. For some reason unknown to the Omega, the Alpha, that particular Alpha, his scent clung to him like a skunk's spray mixing and meshing with the scent of that bastard Sadik. He had doubts about his maidenhood as it was and he was too afraid to ask for fear of the answer. Yet the uncertainty was killing him, add on the fact that the other's scent was suffocating him and his fears seemed to be confirmed.
When the Alpha moved to touch him, he shifted away and glared at him. Not a word between them, but William's patients was wearing thin. Alfred's stubbornness was going to be his end and he would be damned if he lost him again. William made a move to undo the bandaged again and this time he was slapped away by the disobedient Omega. "Do you wish for your arm to rot?!" he barked.
The other growled lowly. "What would it matter to you? You got what you wanted, you and that bastard both!" He bore his fangs to the other, showing his aggression. For an Omega to bare his teeth to an Alpha was bad enough, but Alfred held fangs and was truly a god. Hus for one god to bare their fangs at another was unheard of and for him to be a lesser god at that was warrant for a harsh punishment. Yet, Alfred knew nothing about the fact he was a god but he knew what he was doing and that was displaying his displeasure and anger at the Alpha who dared to command him. "Don't you dare touch me again or I will see to it personally you lose your hand!"
Matthew thought a moment. What in the world was he talking about? Was he delusional? He couldn't be sure of anything other than the fact that bandage needed to be replaced. "Alfred Please! I want to help you…" He moved forward only to be met with a harsh slap against his cheek.
"I will not give in to a rapist! I am NOT yours and I never will be! Do you hear me?! NEVER!" He screamed as the tears overflowed from his eyes. His body shook as he let the dam brake and washed over him in an emotional flood. It was over; he would never be able to see his brother again. He had failed him, had broken his promise, his vow.
The only reason he was able to convince his brother to leave him behind and flee into the woods was that vow. The collar around his neck had kept him within the boundaries of Deutschland. Arthur had made sure his collar was well crafted and far superior to his brothers. After all, even with his gift, Matthew was just another Alpha, a rival for him. His brother's collar had been locked with a key but Alfred's with magic.
He was ashamed at what he had to do to get the damn thing from his master. He wasn't pleased with himself and even to this day he could still feel those hands on his skin. No matter how much he scrubbed, he still felt dirty.
William glared darkly at the defiant Omega. He growled deeply from the pit of his chest before pouncing the other. His hands pinning the other's wrists and his body between his legs. The Omega kicked and screamed as Tino covered Peter, hoping not to attract attention nor bear witness to the forceful breeding. If that was what he was like with his Omega, what would he do with him? William tried to speak but Alfred's screaming made it difficult. What was wrong with him? There was no need to fear him; he wasn't going to hurt him. Yet, just then a harsh pain filled his hand. Alfred bit him, his fangs digging deeply and scraping against his bone. He actually bit him! Then again the damn Omega had warned him he would. He sighed heavily, relaxing as best as he could before looking into those large blue eyes.
They were distorted in fear and pain. He was afraid to be mated. Matthew could see that. He could see the uncertainty to other held for the unknown, of being forced to share a bond, to be forced as a breeder when all he truly wanted was love. "Calm thyself oh lovely maiden of virtue." He whispered softly, his violet eyes looking into the other's, trying to calm him down. "I saw to it that he would not harm you. You are unclaimed, pure as the day we met."
Alfred bit down harder on his hand, unsure of his words. Yet, when he thought of it, things didn't add up for a claim. Kiku, a rival Alpha was near them, he was unharmed and breathing where if he had been claimed, Kiku would have been run out or worse, killed. Secondly, the young mother would be driven out as well but his son killed. The first few years of a new claim were the most dangerous for others. Hormones rose during this time, Alphas rarely left their mates and Omegas were meant to stay in the home where they were safe.
He began to whimper at his mistaken outrage. He released Matthew's hand but quickly moved to lick it, a way to sooth the harm he had caused. It was an act of submission, but he knew not what else to do to amend for his actions. "Gomenzai…" he said softly. "Gomenzai…" he repeated.
William sighed and moved from the other puzzled by his sudden emotional turn. He didn't understand Omegas and knew he may never.
The young virgin curled into a tight ball. His belly felt like it was on fire with a sick combination that his guts were being twisted and pulled by some sick and morbid person. He felt like he was going to vomit and all he could do was stay curled in a ball and cry. To add to his torment, something warm and wet ran down his leg. At first he panicked thinking it was his heat juices and feared a second heat. That was of course until Tino had rushed to his side.
It had not taken Tino long to recognize the signs. The sudden irrational behavior, mood swings and emotional display. The young mother had gone through it himself several times in his life already. The sudden metallic smell only confirmed his suspicion and so he rushed to the other's side. "Calm yourself. You are going through your first menstruation. It's a truly blessed gift!" he cheered.
Alfred gave his a confused look. How could all his suffering and pain be blessed?
Tino giggled slightly as if reading the other's mind. "Alfred, you are not barren. The fact you bleed gives proof of such. My you bare your mate many a son." His well wishes were not well received. Alfred just wanted it to end; he wanted the pain and suffering to stop. He hated his emotional down fall and begged for it to end quickly. The young mother turned to the Alphas; their pupils were dilated showing the signs of arousal and want. He grew fearful for the boy. He could see in their eyes the hunger for the child. Yet, menstruation came with a single benefit; Alphas were repelled by the scent. Thus, as long as it went on, no Alpha would try to claim him. All he could do now was try to calm the other and talk him trough the harsh and agonizingly painful event that would haunt him after every heat.
~/-*-\~
Eyes flashed red as they looked on at the young Omega from a golden mirror she had named Yata no Kagami. Rage ensued, claiming her body and soul as he precious son, the Great Light of Heaven and Earth, Banisher of Darkness and Defender of the Realm of Light touched and cooed to the vial, disgustingly deformed, wicked beast of a demon god as if they were lovers. Izanami would never allow such! She would never allow such a Bastard God to possess her son, and she would be damned to the foul underworld for eternity if she would allow their blood to mix!
She moved to another mirror, this one of silver. With in it, a young female Beta was suffering as she pushed the child from her. It would be her second child, her first a Beta, like her and her mate and they had hoped this would be their Alpha. They had prayed to her every day since her blood had stopped flowing that they would have an Alpha son. Izanami watched her push as the mid-wife instructed her to breath. In the Goddess of the God's hand she held a piece of clay molded in the shape of an infant. The red eyes watched as the mortal pushed and begged her, Izanami, to protect her child. Cries filled the room as the infant was born. The mid-wife smiled brightly as she moved her hand to the child's belly. Instantly her smile faded and she shook her head. "Omega." The father was disappointed but the mother, she reached out for her crying son not caring what he was other then the fact he was hers. He was her child, her son and she could care less if he was of the lowest breed. "He is beautiful!" she proclaimed, brushing back his small tuffs of snow white hair. "Holy Mother be praised for a bearer son!" Izanami frowned greatly. She had not done so! She did not create the Omega breed! No, it was that Bastard God whom had done it!
It had all started with a man who fell deeply in love with another male. They loved each other it was true, they had been together since childhood and they wished to be with one another. Yet, the man wanted children to which the other could not give. For this, his lover had taken a female as his bride-to-be. Saddened, the man went to every temple of every god begging for their help. No god answered, no god granted his wish to bear children. All turned a blind eye to him, ignoring the mortal's request. That was until he came across a small shrine, hidden deep within a cave where, when the light shown through it just right, the Moon God's mark could be seen. It was here the man fell before it placing gifts of all sorts, from Sweet Sake, sushi and rice to gold and silver. He placed his hands together and called out the god's name three times, ensuring he could hear him and gained his attention. His hands trembled as he begged the last god he knew for help. Tsukiyomi had been taken back by the desperate display and took pity on the man. Making himself known, he half expected the man to run in terror but alas he had been so desperate that he didn't care. He bowed lowly and begged the God for mercy and pity for his love. It was in that moment, the Moon God had commanded him to look upon him. With a warm heart and loving gaze, the God of Tsuki took his sword and cut open his side. From there he reached in and took part of his womb. It shown in a bright and glorious light for there was nothing more magical and more blessed then the ability to bear life with in. "I grant thy gift of life. With it comes many a cost but know that thy responsibility to thy younglings holds more value than any other. Protect and love them as I love all." He placed the light to the man's lips. "Swear to me, and all that thou shall obey me and care for thy life you create." Happily the man swore for all, under the witness of the moon and stars in the sky that he would do so before he swallowed the womb. Thus the first Omega had been created. The man happily married his lover and bore him many sons; some even gained his gift of life.
Yet, sadly, somewhere along the generations, worship of Tsukiyomi by Bearers shifted to worship of Izanami. She had been given the credit and appalled it. Filth beasts, that's what she thought of them. Low grade monsters whom held no right to life for they were not hers. She alone was meant to create, not that vial grotesque Bastard God! He looked to the happy couple and their new born beast. A wicked smile graced her lips. The Bastard God was mortal but was able to be reborn, yet there was a catch. He could only be reborn as an Omega. If there were no Omegas then he would never be reborn. He would vanish from the world forever, residing in neither Heaven nor Hell; he would cease to never be, for he was not born but created. A burden and thorn in her perfectly crafted world she had created. "So ends the Bastard God!" she laughed as, just like the millions of times before, crushed the clay infant with in her hand.
The new born fell silent, going limp in his mother's arms. She panicked, crying and trying desperately to awaken her child. She screamed to Izanami, the great mother, to spare her child from the God of Death. Her cries fell on deaf ears.
~/-*-\~
Amida shook his head as he released the soul of yet another infant Omega. There had been a time he wept for them, but that had long since passed. The Holy Mother was cruel and her hatred of the Moon God was unjust and unfounded. Yet, he could not say nor do a thing. All he could do was obey and survive.
He took the child's soul and put it into a lovely decorated mirror. It was here he kept all the children's souls for the day Tsukiyomi returned. He would be sure that they were the first to be saved. That he would be sure of.
The Shinigami retreated back to his dark castle for the night. He had hung up his robes and moved to his already prepared bath. The water was boiling but it did little to ease the cold that haunted him. The Heavenly Father had told him, since the day he was born, that he was going to wed the one known as Tsukiyomi, to strengthen the bonds of Darkness so they may one day over throw the rule of Light. He had no qualms about such. The Death God had always felt a deep connection with the Lord of Darkness, mostly due to the fact that he was born only because the other was created. "With the birth of Tsukiyomi, Death entered the world." He smirked. Tsukiyomi was his, by right and by birth. He was born to mate the other. It didn't matter to him that Tsukiyomi wanted nothing to do with him, that the god openly hated him. He cared not for any of it, but truly for the god himself. He was strong and wise, lovely and kind. A true vision of all things holy and divine. It was for those reasons he wished to wed the Dark Lord. For that union alone would grant him, Amida, the powers that Tsukiyomi possessed. The powers to face the Holy Mother and eradicated her for the sake and protection of his betrothed.
They were indeed made for each other. The God of Death and God of the Dead. Both held such power and both feared by all, mortal and god alike. His beloved betrothed would be his soon enough, his father had promised that. Then they, Father, son and wife of Darkness would wage war on the Light and conquer it!
Once the water had gotten cold, he called for the Yakubyou-gami, a demon who brings about plagues and other unfortunate events. Almost instantly, a demon appeared which looked relatively human save his small horns that were almost covered up by his shoulder length brown hair. His green eyes looked up at the Death God with both fear and admiration. "Get my evening robes." He commanded. The other bowed and ran off. It took him little time to complete his task before returning.
"You had seen him today haven't you my lord? You have seen your betrothed?" The small demon asked as he helped him into his more comfortable garments. "Was he well my Lord?"
Amida smiled pleasantly as he laid on his bed, decorated with bones of demons, mortals and beasts alike. "Yes, as beautiful as ever." He closed his eyes and imagined that body and what it looked like under the Kimono. He licked his lips with want. It was too dangerous to force him but he need the power and he wanted to see Tsukiyomi's belly swell with his son. He had it all worked out, having dreamt of it since his birth. He and Tsukiyomi would rule the new world together as mates. Yet his hunger and need were present now. He opened his violet eyes and looked to the demon. "Come, you shall share my bed this evening." He said softly to the other whom moved to share it. He was kind, kissing lightly and nipping gently. Practicing all he would do to his wife upon their wedding night. The demon was not his Tsukiyomi but he would do for now.
The Yakubyou was his favorite when it came to this kind of treatment, and for that was treated well. He knew the god only used him and he was contempt with that. His own lover was understanding that he could not deny the Death God but also that the sooner the marriage was over the sooner they could freely be together. Yet so much was uncertain. Tsukiyomi would never willingly wed the Death God, but everyone knew it would happen. He gasped sharply as the very god finished preparing him and slowly entered his body. "Relax Toris!" the god called out. Toris, that was the name his mother, a Yakubyou herself, had given to him. The Death God added further insult to injury when he leaned against his back, pounding into him from behind, and whispered another's name in his ear. "Tsukiyomi!"
A/N
Okay first up I want to say that all the flowers listed as coming from Tsukiyomi's wounds are indeed real flowers that bloom only at night! Each are lovely and vibrantly colored.
Secondly, Toris does not like being used as a make shift Tsukiyomi but he does get special treatment for it to which we shall see later on. He doesn't hate Amida (Ivan), because the urges are instinctual and non-bonding. He also understands that Amida is trying to understand an Omega's body; yes Toris is an Omega demon, so he could satisfy his mate after marriage. To Toris it is a noble cause, showing that the Shinigami does indeed love his betrothed.
Thirdly, Alfred has not, and I repeat, HAS NOT EVER lived this long before in his past lives as you will find out. This is why everything is new to him mortally. His heat, his menstruation (ladies we all love that time now don't we?) everything. This is the oldest he has ever lived as a mortal and he is only 16. Mattie has lived longer in a mortal body, sometimes being reborn before Alfred by a few years mainly because he dies before him, but he himself never lasted long after Alfred's death. Meaning if Alfred died he found some way to follow him. True love right, to watch your love die countless times and to kill yourself countless times just to ensure you were reborn close in age? Oh, don't worry Alfred has done the same as well. He has killed himself after Mattie's deaths, fearful of being tainted before his rebirth. Thus, he is constantly a virgin. You will soon find out the youngest Alfred had been when he died and how that ties into the Alfred we see now.
Fourthly, Tino is sort of the Omega mentor for Alfred. He knows and understands thing that Alfred doesn't, this helps him understand and sympathize with the other Omega. Hence, why I did not kill him off.
Fifthly, Amaterasu may be rash but look who is mother is. She is a vein goddess who is jealous that another, Tsukiyomi can create thing where she alone reserved the right. He was born OF her while Amaterasu was born FROM her. (keep in mind the difference. Of=created from, From=born of meaning sat in the oven until golden brown.) Thus his ability to create comes from her thought she denies his existence as part of her, referring to him as the Bastard God. (Illegitimate son of sorts). (NOTE: there is another reason she does not like him and it has to do with the creation of life and the destruction of death.)
Sixthly, Peter is in the story twice. Notice a difference between the two differ Peters? (hint: the first Peter appears in the first chapter.) What could Saiya-hime mean by that?
Seventhly, the pup was already seen earlier in the story and not too long ago I might add though he was all grown up! Know who he is?
Eighthly, Inari hates and I mean HATES getting out smarted. The only other person who can lay claim to do such is Haniyasu-Hiko, the God of Wisdom and the Earth, IE Yao. What is their connection? Reality they are brothers as mortals just as they are in the Godly realms as well. Their mother is Izanami but wait if that's true then…Amaterasu is their brother too right? Yep! Sibling rivalry to the max!
Ninthly, Amida and Izanagi are indeed planning to over throw Izanami and Amaterasu's rule. Yet, why wouldn't Tsukiyomi jump at this opportunity?
Tenthly, why is Saiya-hime asking all these questions? There are reasons. Thank you for your time. Until next time my lovelies.