I like this chapter :3

"Isabel… wake up." Cain sat in their tent and held his Mistress secure in his arms. He had returned not too long ago and had made his way to collect her from the other hut. Isabel had not stirred since his absence and it troubled him. Her eyes were still open and dull, staring at the world with dead eyes.

Upon lifting her Cain had noticed what looked like powder on her lips, sprinkled in her hair, and debris littered around her head. He collected some and brought it to his nose, but even doing so he couldn't tell what the substance was. It smelled odd and the demon's gut knew whatever it was had assisted the man in his rape.

I have never brought a toy home, but I will make sure this one does not break easily, as I have much planned for him.

On his way back with his cradled Mistress he had kicked the tent that neighbored his, stirring the body inside.

"Go away, whoever you are." The cranky voice from within called, not up for company.

"Either you exit that tent freely or I will burn you out." Cain growled, counting to five in his head, but considering burning it down anyway. On three Issac stepped out of his tent in his normal attire of flowing robes, but it was obvious it was a rushed effort.

"I know you are aware how much energy it takes to-"the man cuts himself off when he notices Isabel's limp body. "What has happened…?"

Cain's eyes burned in the dark moonlight "she was assaulted. I have taken care of the swine, but I need your assistance on figuring out what this powdery residue is on her. I am not keen on mortal herbs and medicinal chemicals."

Issac moved forward and ran a finger over her lip to collect a sample. After collecting a small amount on his fingertip he brought the dust to his nose to smell it. He narrows his eyes and takes another whiff, trying to place it. With a grimace, his tongue pokes at the dust and his eyes widen. He slaps the remaining power on his cloak, discarding it.

Issac then turns to look up at Cain with a serious expression "this is a rare form of anesthesia, Cain. The small amount I just ingested will soon numb my tongue and I'm not sure what else so I'll make this quick. I'm not sure how much she was forced to digest, but a human has their limits against such drugs."

Cain's eyes widened and he brought his horrified lenses to look down at the slumped woman in his arms. Her eyes still held no life within them, but the demon felt her pulse. She lived now, but would she remain so? Arms tightening, he addressed Issac once more "how can I help her?"

Issac frowned, looking grim "there is nothing we can do for her, besides be there with her if she passes."

"NONSENSE!" The demon roared at the man, his glamour slipping by revealing the trashing shadow tentacles. They stretched and slithered until they completely surrounded the three. "Give me a better answer, Necromancer or I shall send you to rest with your experiments."

"Cain, there is no answer for your question. You must do as we humans do. Hope."

So that is what the demon did, he sat there holding Isabel close to him and hoped. He reached for the cloth in the bucket he had next to him and ringed it from the excess water. The water was growing cold so he threw the cloth back in and pointed his gnarled hand at it. Flame sparked to life and surrounded the pale. After a few seconds he extinguished his flame and reached for the cloth again. Grinning, he brought the now perfect temperature cloth to her face and proceeded to clean her. He had already cleaned and dressed the wounds between her legs which he was grateful she slept through. Mentally he had prepared to spar with her if she were to awake during such an act, but she had not and every second she continued to remain unconscious worried him.

"Isabel, you must get up or have your grown tired of your game?" Cain spoke to her while looking her in the eyes, but no signs of recognition or reaction stirred within the dull violets. An odd feeling stirred within the demon and in result he grew angry. He leaned down to growl at her "Wake up, human. You owe me your eternity and I expect you to pay in full. I shall not allow you to pass so easily, so wake up before I force you."

Dead eyes stared back at him.

Panicked, Cain reached for Isabel's wrist and his heart leaped in his throat. Had it grown weaker? His teeth ground against each other as he chewed on this unfamiliar emotion and he found himself curling into her, his soul mingling with hers.

"Ib, if an apology was enough to restore you from this state then I would allow my mouth to dry in agony from the regrets, but I am sorry" Cain's voice cracked as he brought his cheek to her chest in order to listen to the soft thump within. He remained there intoxicated by the sound of her life still inside her until light from the early dawn interrupted him. It had been hours and yet it had felt like minutes. He rose to look at Isabel and found that her eyes were now closed. Was that good or bad? Cain's eye twitched in annoyance by how little he understood humans.

I shall have Issac watch over her and I will obtain texts on the human body and medicine. She will not die, we have a contract. The demon set Isabel down on her bed roll and was about to stand up when her hand grabbed his. A spark lit within him as he turned back to focus on the stirring woman. Her hand remained on his and the other was following suit by grasping the sheet beneath her. Next her face began to twitch to life and with effort she opened her eyes. Her deep amethyst orbs in drowsy stupor ran the length of the tent until she locked onto Cain. Her eyes widened then and her features crumbled.

"Why… why didn't you come?" tears welled in her eyes and her voice shook with heartbreaking intensity. She curled her body into her, but as soon as her legs came in contact with each other she stopped as pain shot through her. It was not only physical pain that tormented her senses, but the memories of how they were obtained as well.

Before Cain could answer, Isabel started shrieking and clawing above her as if someone was on top of her. "STOP! STOP! PLEASE STOOOP!"

Pain clenched the demon's sternum and he shot forward to restrain her, bringing her close to him. Nails raked through his flesh, but he didn't flitch as he found each sting of pain a reminder that his lady lived. Cain brought a hand to her mouth in order to diminish her volume so that they did not have to deal with the camp's presence. She may have awoken Issac, but that didn't matter.

"Ib, I am here. I have taken care of your attacker and I ask that you calm yourself. I know you are stronger than this, come back to me." Cain moved to talk soft words into her ear not wanting to alarm her. She continued to trash and scream against his hand.

"I can still feel his hands on me…" Isabel choked on a sob and shivered in terror as her weaker side surfaced.

The demon's eyes glowed, another method presenting itself "no, Mistress. The hands you feel now are that of your loyal servant's." He shifted her so he could hold her hands with one of his own and brought the other to brush her bangs back. He followed the motion to circle her head down to the nape of her neck and brought it to cup her cheek. Her eyes moved to look at the demon and she watched as his features softened.

"Allow me shatter such a horror by replacing it with pleasure and bliss purely your own. I can do this much, Ib. Fight the darkness with light rich with ecstasy, love."

Cain's eyes returned to their neutral crimson, watching her with pained eyes. He as a demon wanted to comfort this human woman. He wanted to coddle her, hold her, nuzzle her, and consume her. However, this consumption was so much different than the typical definition he had known his entire life. A sigh sounded into his head as he came to terms with his feelings toward this creature. He wanted this human as a lover and it disgusted him.

"…do it, Cain."

The demon's eyes widened, shocked by her acceptance. "Are you sure, Ib?"

"You are much too formal with your lady, demon." Violets sparked as a portion of his Mistress fought the terrors that clung to her. "Do not disappoint me, Cain."

The momentary disgust the demon had felt contorted until the demon smiled with delightful challenge.

"I promise you, my Lady Isabel. After I am done weaving such bliss you will barely remember who you are or that time continues to move."

To be continued!

Um, so... I plan to just gloss over the steaminess, because I have ZERO experience writing... scenes like that. :3

You give me tortue, pain, and creepy. GOT IT.

Steamy sex scenarios? NOPE.

However... if it is requested... I'll just leave that there.

If I get nothing, then gloss will happen! :D

Well, on that awkward note, SEE YOU NEXT CHAPTER!