Thursday, August 2, 2012

The Incubus Chapters: Chapter 01 - Pilot (18+)

So I updated anyway before these two weeks has gone by. I just couldn't stop writing even if I'm not home, and even if I got strictly told by the doctor to take it easy with the writing or else my shoulders and wrists are going to get inflamed.  (^_^,)

This is the pilot chapter to my new original story called "The Incubus Chapters". It is actually a spin-off from one of my Swedish original stories called (translated to English) "Black Winged Angel", and the original story is a yaoi novel with 17 chapters and still on going. This spin-off is also a yaoi novel and I have no idea how long it will get, but I guess it'll be minimum 20 chapters long. I decided to write this spin-off because I love the character called Nero so much. He's an inspiration to me and he has made me into a better person over the years, and I feel that he needs his own version of the story in ENGLISH! He's so brave and strong even if he's small, and I wish I was like him all the time. My badguy Lullaby is actually inspired from Nero, but Lullaby is the opposite and a very VERY bad version of Nero. Nero's the happiest guy there is with lots of love and fun. ♥

The original story was created in 2008, and it took me two years of research before I actually got to start writing on it. The original story is about an angel called Neon who escapes from Paradise to adventure on Earth among us humans, but there he suddenly gets kidnapped to Hell by Lucifer - the crown prince of Hell - who tells him that God is dead and he needs Neon's help to rescue Earth from the angels who in secret threatens to destroy it. Neon is also told that he is God's last creation and contains God's last powers, and for Lucifer to get to use them Neon has to fall from Paradise and sin. The innocent angel is terrified in the beginning and doesn't believe the Devil's lies, but slowly he learns that Hell isn't the dreadful place he has told it is, and that Hell is actually filled with justice, love and care. He gets a personal servant and bodyguard in the form of an incubus called Nero - who is a half-daemon and half-human with the soul of an animal - and together with Nero he learns the truth behind Paradise and Hell.

This is Nero's version of the story.

I have done some changes in the facts from daemonology to fit this story. I have studied anglology and daemonology for two years just to be able to write this story, and I have gone through a lot of pains to build this world and fill in all the holes in the story as best as I can. This world is the most well built world I have created, and I'm in love with it. ♥ I have always believed ever since I was a child that Hell is not such a bad place as they say it is. "It's just misunderstood" I used to say to my nanny - who was a Christian - when I was around 6-10 years old, and who always told me stories from the Bible.

I have also created a roleplaying game based on this world.

Note #1: This has nothing to do with religion and beliefs. It is a fictional story with elements from the holy scripts from the four world religions, combined with anglology and daemonology. I just wanted to create a story where the bad ones actually are misunderstood and really are the good ones.

Note #2: You'll learn more and more about this world the further the chapters go.


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Oh, yes… Just like that.”

You like it here, don’t you?”

Yeah. Ahn… It makes my whole body quiver like crazy.”

You feel so good.”

“Aahh…! Oh I’m just about to cu…”

NERO!” An angry voice echoed throughout the corridor outside the little servant bedroom on the first floor. Nero got shocked at the sound of the voice and jumped and looked at the heavy wooden door with his eyes, blue as the clearest ocean. He knew who it was and panicked.

“SHIT! It’s Beelzebub! If he gets to know that I have seduced you from your guarding post he’ll skin me alive!” Nero said in the panic and hurried off of the guards’ hips where they lay on the bed, and hurried to pick up his clothes from the floor. “Damn it! I was just about to cum too! My body is weak!” he then cursed and opened the window and climbed up on the window seat. “Come here, hot stuff!” he then said to the guard who was also hurriedly putting on his clothes. The guard hurried to him and Nero took a hold of the guard's collar and pulled him into a kiss. “I’ll definitely see you again later,” he then said and jumped out the window on the first floor of the palace just in time for when the door into the room was kicked open by a grumpy Beelzebub.
 
“Where is he?! I know he's been here! And you – how dare you leave your post as the palace guard?!” he yelled at the guard.

“I’m so sorry, lord Beelzebub, but you know how Nero is!” the guard hurried to excuse himself.

“Yes, I know full well how that brat works. Did he just jump out the window?”

Nero hurried to run away from where he sat under the window and headed to the servants' backdoor to sneak into the palace again unnoticed. He prayed that Beelzebub wouldn’t notice him. The corner where he could hide was just about two meters away and he hurried around it. He could hear Beelzebub open the window, curse and then shut the window with a bang, and then he started cursing at the guard as usual. Nero relaxed but felt a little strange. He hadn’t really had time to notice it until now; he was all naked and he still had a hard on from the sweet activities he had had with the guard just a minute ago. He sighed and looked at his clothes in his hands. Now he had to seduce another guard instead. He put his clothes on; a black tank top and black cropped trousers with white leather boots with black laces.

“Damn you, Beelzebub. You know me all too well,” he sighed and then tried to calm his hot body. It was hungry, but not for food. It was hungry for another kind of meal that was just as essential for his survival as food and water.


Nero was an incubus with the body of a half-daemon and half human but with a soul of an animal, and to maintain his strength in his body he had to eat food and drink water but also copulate to make an energy exchange with living creatures. He was an energy stealer. He stole the life energies from others because his body couldn’t produce it itself. A normal daemon or angel, or another living creature made by God, had a constant production of life energy inside them. To get that energy stolen didn’t hurt those made by God more than that they got tired for an hour or so depending on the amount of energy stolen from them, and so the half-daemons feasted on this essential energy. But the problem was that if a half-daemon victim copulated for too long with a half-daemon their life energy would be drained too quickly. If the life energy was drained they had to rest and recover for a while. If not they would die.

The reason why half-daemons couldn’t produce any life energy by themselves was because they weren’t created and planned by God. They were a new daemonic race mixed with humans and daemons and hadn’t gotten God’s brilliant gift of life. They just weren’t engineered that way. Their soul energy was made by animal souls that didn’t find a body because of the small amount of animals born on Earth, and when they were newborn the
half-daemons were very controlled by the instincts of the animal soul residing inside them. But during the years the soul adjusted itself to the body and began to work just like a normal human or angel/daemon soul, and the only trace left from the animal soul was the specific traits of the animal.

In Nero’s case he had a fluffy cat tail with the same color as his hair and he could purr like a cat. He had a pure breed cat soul inside him but he was anything but tame. He was like a wildcat coming and going like he wanted and had an enormous agility beyond a normal daemon’s capabilities. He wasn’t strong like a brute – quite the opposite. He was very small in build because of the soul inside him. He wasn’t like a big tiger or lion, but he was a fine example of a cat race from the human realm called Turkish Angora. He was fast and had a lot of energy and mind-blowing agility traits that compensated for the lack of his physical strength.

To understand the complexity of the soul system wasn’t all easy, but as far as Nero knew the soul which resided inside him was a leftover soul that had rained down through the dimension membrane dividing Earth and Hell into separate dimensions. The souls came from the so called Astral Lines which were the source of the souls. They controlled the amount of souls on Earth and in Hell by producing new souls if an already existing soul was destroyed. But The Astral Lines weren't perfect because the creator – God – hadn't planned his dimensions to end up like they did. The Astral Lines were only programmed to produce new souls and not to decrease them, and when there were less bodies than before for the already existing souls to reside in some souls became lost in the constant cycle and was called “leftover souls”.

No one except God really knew how they worked, but it was known that the souls rained down from The Astral Lines into fetuses inside females on Earth and in Hell to give an empty body everything it needed to survive. When the body died the soul returned to The Astral Lines again to wait for its turn to rain down again. This also explained why some beings could remember fragments from a past life; they had a recycled soul.

There were mainly two different types of souls; those for animals and those for humans and astral beings. The reason why there were leftover animal souls was because of the humans taking more and more space on the planet, and more and more animals disappeared because of that. Now suddenly there was plenty of animal souls but no bodies for them, and they kept on raining down anyway only to return back up into The Astral Lines and then rain down again and again.

The angels and daemons had the same kind of soul but they couldn’t reproduce with each other to produce an offspring, but they could do that with humans. And so astral beings and humans copulated and created a new race which wasn’t created by God, and the leftover animal souls settled down inside these bodies of the new race. That was how the half-daemon race of incubi and succubi was born. That was the amount of knowledge Nero had on this subject.

The lifespan of a half-daemon was two times the length of a human's. Nero was 36 years old, but in human years he would have been 18 years. He was still a teenager. A normal daemon – or angel for that matter – lived for an eternity if it didn't die out of a physical wound. Normal daemons and angels were immune to illnesses and other things that could damage their health.

Nero didn't mind though. He had been blessed with a life inside Lucifer's palace – the crown prince of Hell. He had gone through a very hard military education and Lucifer had personally seed to it that Nero was the best in class. Thanks to Lucifer's brutal discipline Nero had gotten the job as Lucifer's private bodyguard. He was the very first half-daemon in the entire Hell to get such a military education and such a high ranked job.

But being a half-daemon wasn't easy. The half-daemons were considered as parasites in the society in Hell. Not many daemons liked the half-daemons because of their way to feed on others' life energy and how they could affect others with their pheromones. They couldn't work normally because they had to copulate two times a day to stay healthy, and if they did a very heavy job they had to copulate even often. When a half-daemon got a need for copulation it released heavy pheromones into the air to seduce people around them, but it was all unintentionally. It was a protection mechanism and nothing more, but because of that they were discriminated and treated very poorly, and it stung in many daemons eyes when Nero was seen next to Lucifer when Lucifer was visiting the towns and kingdoms. To be a half-daemon in Hell was very hard. A half-daemon would risk to get the store door slammed in their face if they wanted to buy something and they weren't accepted in the schools and universities even if they had the right to get a basic education that consisted of learn how to write, read and calculate, and also to go through the mandatory military education. Half-daemons were the lowest rank in Hell, and they were also often raped or killed. To find a corpse in the woods wasn't that unusual and it didn't surprise even Nero when he heard the news. Many times corpses of half-daemons were found close to the palace as a protest of Nero living there. It was a direct threat to Nero from people who wished to see him dead.

Many daemons in Hell wanted to throw out the half-daemon race from the dimension and prevent them from returning, but Lucifer was very just and tried to change the population of Hell into accepting the half-daemon race. They were the only intelligent race in Hell that could reproduce naturally and they were a big part of the foundation stones in Hell. Lucifer saw their capabilities and wanted to make the society accept them and see the half-daemons' capabilities too, but no matter how hard he tried it went really slow, and to get Nero trained to a bodyguard Lucifer had to make several personal visits at the school to check up on the quality of Nero's education.

The life Nero lived was very demanding and exhausting. Every time he got a new threat from someone in form of a half-daemon corpse close to the palace he felt how his heart ached. That poor fellow creature had been killed just to threaten him. It was such a waste. But he had to continue and work hard as Lucifer's bodyguard. He knew he was a pawn in Lucifer's plan to make the society accept half-daemons. The more he showed his capabilities to the world in Hell the more people started to accept him, but only him alone. The other half-daemons were enraged that Nero got all the attention and acceptance and had started to hate him. Nothing of that had been included in Lucifer's plan. It wasn't planned that only Nero would get acceptance from the other daemons, and it wasn't planned that Nero would be hated by his own race. No one wanted to see the greatness in Lucifer's plan.

Nero sighed as he walked through the corridor on the second floor with his fluffy blond cat tail moving restlessly from side to side. He needed a new partner to get the crucial energy exchange and as he walked through the corridors he finally saw another guard coming down the corridor. His tail twitched and stopped like that of a cat finding its prey, and then he put on his charming abilities. He knew he was engulfed in a cloud of heavy pheromones and that the person who got just a little whiff of these pheromones was caught in his trap.

“Hey handsome,” he said and coiled his tail up from behind him and brushed his lips with the tip of it as he looked at the guard with a seductive smile. “Want to have some fun?”

Sir Nero?” the guard asked surprised and stared at him. Nero could see how the pupils of the guard dilated as he got caught in the pheromone cloud. Suddenly he looked like he was being drugged and Nero knew the guard was stuck in his little web.

He smiled and said satisfied:

“So what do you say? Will you come along and make me feel like a star? I know you can make me feel very good with that body of yours.”

Nero looked the guard up and down and was very excited to get this guard in bed. It was a new guard he hadn't seen before and it made Nero feel like a human child during Christmas waiting to open the presents. As he pulled the guard along he did feel a little bad for him being used like that and then probably getting yelled at by Beelzebub for leaving his post, but Nero had to do what a half-daemon had to do.

As he pulled the guard inside a small archive he leaned face against the wall with his back curved and his hips sticking out. He looked at the guard with very seductive look over his shoulder as he opened his black cropped pants and slowly and teasingly pulled them down to his thighs.

“What are you waiting for?” he chuckled and swayed his hips from side to side and lifted his tail up and a little to the side like a female cat in heat. “Come and take me. I'm already prepared. Do what you want with me. I can't wait...”

The guard looked like he was in a daze and undid his pants and then moved up behind Nero like he needed to fuck him to the point where he thought he would die if he didn't. Nero smiled as he felt the guard's hands take a rough hold of his hips and pull them even closer, and as he felt the hard thing push against his entrance he buried his nails into the wallpaper on the wall with anticipation before the guard's cock was pushed inside.

“Aah!” he cried in bliss as he felt how his body was pushed open. It tingled so sweetly inside him that he leaned his cheek against the cool wall and closed his eyes and sighed. “Aahn... Oh... Move harder...” he moaned as the guard was pushing his cock inside him over and over again. The guard rammed his hardness inside him and Nero felt like his body tingled to the point where it felt like it was about to collapse. Because he hadn't been allowed to finish his climax earlier his body was very sensitive and the moving cock inside him sent shock-waves throughout his body. His knees shook and it felt like his spine was burning with electricity. “Haah! Aaah! You feel so good! Mhn!” he moaned and hung his head while he leaned against the wall. He panted and moaned in such a bliss that it seemed like his partner was affected by the sounds he made and moved even harder and faster. Nero knew this would be over quick.

Nero felt the energy fill him up little by little along with the guard's excitement and satisfaction. His tired body got stronger and he waited for the man to climax inside him so he would get the boost in energy he needed. He himself was about to cum any time and the tension in his muscles sent shivers down his already heavily busy spine. As he opened his eyes he could see the tips of his blond hair dance back and forth in a repeated pattern in the corner of his eyes, and the sound of flesh against flesh echoed in the small archive along with their breaths and moans.

Then he felt the little warning of the guard being close to climax and before he knew it a huge energy boost shook his body and felt so intense that he came just a second after the guard. The energy boost was like a wrecking ball hitting his body to wake it up from a slumber and he opened his eyes wide as he was overwhelmed by the boost. Suddenly Nero felt like he had the energy to paint the whole palace in every color imaginable. His knees were shaking and his breath was unsteady. His body consumed the last small drops of life energy offered by the man behind him and he let the guard finish his climax and after-play by slowly pulling his still hard rod in and out of Nero's body.

After that Nero felt like his knees would give way under him. It was always like that. The overwhelming feeling of orgasm and boost of life was always too much for him and he was a little shaky after every energy exchange. He leaned against the wall and panted while he listened to the guard slowly realizing what he had done.

“I have left the post...!” he heard the guard say, but Nero sighed satisfied and closed his eyes.

“It's okay. I'll take the full blame. Sorry,” he said with a ragged voice. He closed his pants and then brushed his fingers through his blond hair and opened the door. Just as he was about to take a step out from the archive he suddenly realized Beelzebub was standing right in front of him with a sour expression on his face. Nero stared at him for a couple of seconds and then smiled a nervous smile.

“Oh, Beelzebub! What a coincidence! I was just about to show this fine guard the rest of the pala...”

Beelzebub slammed the door open before Nero had time to finish what he was saying and saw the guard. Nero could see that Beelzebub knew exactly what had happened, and he wasn't happy at all.

I knew you would go after the new guards, Nero,” Beelzebub said and looked at the little incubus in front of him.

Nero felt like he was shrinking into the size of an ant but didn't feel like being inferior to Beelzebub even if he was of a lower rank than the mighty daemon in front of him. He put his hands on his hips and looked at Beelzebub while pouting.

“And what if I do? You know I have to 'eat',” he said and frowned. “I won't starve just because you are such a perfectionist with the palace security.”

I am the one who is assigned to be the head of security and military in all of Hell, and Lucifer has signed this job to me personally. Of course I take my job seriously!” Beelzebub scolded and Nero sighed. He had heard that thousands and thousands of times before.

Nero crossed his arms and looked out in the corridor without really seeing it. He didn't want to look Beelzebub – the daemon he hated the most – in the eyes and he didn't want to feel inferior to him by looking down at the floor. He tapped his shoe impatiently at the floor and didn't listened to Beelzebub's ranting.

Beelzebub was a very tall and athletically built man with jet-black hair neatly combed back with strains of hair out of place, and he always wore a purple shirt with the collar unbuttoned and black trousers when he wasn't in his formal daemon clothing. He had very dark brown eyes and they shimmered with a slight hint of red when light hit them. When he had his horns revealed they were very slender but tall and majestic, and they arched back behind him and reminded Nero of the legs of a spider. The daemon prince had three pairs of wings, three on either side of him, and they were big and mind-blowing. Beelzebub was a seraph and a prince of Hell, the second in command after the crown prince Lucifer.

Beelzebub was very handsome even in Nero's eyes, but his personality was like that of a cold-hearted snake. Nero had always hated him and Beelzebub had always hated Nero from the moment the incubus took his first step inside the palace. They had hated each other for ten years now but still neither of them could imagine a life without the other. Nero described it like “We hate each other to the point where we can't live without one another”, and it was their way of handling their hate-filled relationship. Nero loved to tease and harass Beelzebub, and the daemon loved to do the same for Nero.

Hey, are you listening to me, brat?” he heard Beelzebub finally say and Nero looked up at him and gave him a big grin.

“I have listened to that little speech of yours for ten years now. Every time you open your mouth to preach I stop listening,” he said and childishly stuck his tongue out before he shoved his way past Beelzebub and started to run down the corridor.

“You insolent little shit! Come back here!” he heard Beelzebub yell but Nero didn't care to listen even if the man was of a higher rank than him. Nero's job was to listen to Lucifer and take orders from him, and so he felt that he was more free than most in the whole dimension of Hell.

Instead he laughed and yelled:

“No! Come and try to catch me!”

He was really childish and he knew that, but he couldn't be anyone else but himself. He loved to be the little black sheep in the palace.

He heard footsteps behind him and knew Beelzebub was running after him. Beelzebub yelled small threats aimed at Nero but Nero didn't care. The daemon always threatened him but never got into action that actually would hurt Nero, and the incubus had grown used to it without fearing the daemon.

He giggled teasingly and yelled:

“You're such a old fart you will never be able to catch me like... WOAH!”

Suddenly something gripped Nero's right ankle and he face planted the floor. Tears sprung up to his eyes from hitting his nose on the floor even if he had tried to break the fall, and as he looked down on his ankle he saw a green vine around it holding him chained to the floor. Beelzebub had used his daemonic power and captured him with a plant.

“Damn it!”

Nero hurried to pull out one of his long battle knives from their sheaths on his back and cut the vine off of him. Beelzebub was close. He came up to his feet without even wasting a second to look where Beelzebub was, and tried running again. He jumped and skipped over the slithering vines which were trying to capture him again and he moved like a cat and avoided all the obstacles - until something stopped him and a pain shot through his spine from the base of his tail.

“Ow!”

As he looked over his shoulder he saw the daemon prince look at him with burning eyes and holding a hard grip around Nero's tail. Then he took a hold of Nero's left ear and pulled him along.

“Ow! Hey! Let me go!” Nero yelled as he was pulled along down the corridors and stairs to the first floor. “Are you listening to me?! Let me go!”

“You're coming along with me to see Lucifer. I'm so tired of you seducing the guards. Last week when we visited the court house a golden statue was stolen because of your little escapade with a guard,” Beelzebub said irritated and pinched even harder on Nero's ear.

“You ass! Let me go! He won't care!” Nero yelled and tried to bend Beelzebub's fingers open from around his ear but couldn't.

Beelzebub didn't listen to the little incubus and pulled him along to two great golden doors with silver colored engravings at the end of a long corridor. It was clear that the room behind the doors was a very important room, and as Beelzebub opened one of the great doors a enormous room made entirely with gold was revealed behind them. The room was so huge it looked like it would take an eternity to walk from one side to the other. It was the palace's great hall. On the walls hung great paintings of nature and animals, and on the floor a red carpet with golden edges – about three meters wide – lead the way to something that looked like a throne on a raised platform where a lonely figure sat with its head leaned against its left hand.

“Lord Lucifer!” Beelzebub said and stepped into the great hall and dragged Nero with him. His voice echoed throughout the empty room.

“Leave me be, Beelzebub” Lucifer said with his low and soothing voice.

“I'm sorry but I can't,” Beelzebub continued and closed the distance between him and the steps to Lucifer's throne before he continued to say: “You have to talk to Nero. He's been seducing guards from their posts again.”

“Hey! I have to eat. What's the problem?” Nero hissed like a angry cat.

Shut up, brat!” Beelzebub growled and Nero managed to finally pull himself free.

“You almost broke my tail, you big brute!”

“You asked for it!”

Suddenly a strong voice yelled:

“STOP IT YOU TWO!” Both Nero and Beelzebub flinched and looked at the furious Lucifer who had stood up from his throne. It was almost like electricity of irritation sparkled around him. Then his expression softened and got tired again and he slumped down onto his throne again and said: “I can't stand listening to your quarrel like if you were an old married couple. I have other problems to deal with than settle a quarrel between you two. Nero, please don't seduce the guards who are on duty. You know it's not allowed.”

Nero sulked. “Yes, my lord.”

Then Lucifer looked at Beelzebub: “And stop being too hard-handed with Nero. He's much smaller than you and not as strong.”

Beelzebub crossed his arms and muttered something about Nero being able to handle it considering his military training.

Lucifer was a man as tall as Beelzebub with the same type of body build. You could say they looked almost like brothers. Lucifer's hair was not black but it wasn't gray either. It was a dark color somewhere between black and gray. It was long and reached all the way to under his hips and he had silver gray eyes with a pupil like that of a cat. His skin was pale but had a beautiful glow, and his face was very strict but also very serene and warm. Ever since Nero had followed Lucifer to the palace after being picked up by him from the streets he had had a secret dream of some day getting into Lucifer's bed and have a erotic night with him. But Nero knew Lucifer wasn't interested in him like that, and Nero had accepted that.

Today Lucifer's strong aura was weak and he looked tired. Nero immediately felt worried and took the remaining steps up to the throne and leaned closer to try and look Lucifer in the eyes.

“Are you okay, my lord?” he asked and put his hand om Lucifer's. “You look tired and worried.”

Lucifer directed his silver gray eyes at Nero and sighed before he closed his eyes and leaned back against the throne.

“I am tired and worried. You always read me like an open book, Nero,” he said and gave the incubus a tired smile.

“Yes, it's true. I have studied you for ten years because you are very dear to me,” Nero said and sat down next to the throne and held Lucifer's hand against his cheek. Then he kissed it with respect and love. “I know everything there is to know about you, my lord. Please tell me what's troubling you.”

Lucifer looked at Beelzebub and said: “Hire some more spies on Earth. Pay them whatever they want. They are our eyes now.”

“Yes, my lord.” Beelzebub bowed respectfully and turned around and walked out of the big room. Then Lucifer gave Nero's blond hair a pat and said:

“Time is running out. We need to find the angel who is going to be my bride as soon as possible. Whatever plan Yahweh had for me it has to get in motion now.”

Nero looked up at him and then rested his head in Lucifer's lap and closed his eyes. He knew it was important to find the angel who Yahweh, or God as most called him, had created just for Lucifer. The angel was an important key in deciding the future of all the dimensions God had created. The angel was the key.

“I'm sorry for not being to more use than this, my lord,” Nero mumbled.

“Are you feeling the disturbance in the dimension membranes too?” Lucifer asked and Nero shook his head.

“I'm not that powerful – you know that, my lord. Are you feeling it?”

Lucifer looked at the golden doors at the other end of the hall.

“Yes. The disturbances in the membranes are very strong. They are really worrying me. I need my bride now so that I can put an end to all this before everything is destroyed,” the crown prince of Hell said. “Time is running out and I'm getting more and more stressed out because of it.”

Nero looked up at his beloved lord with sad eyes and stood up. He sat down on Lucifer's lap and put his arms around his neck and hugged him close. “I wish I could do something to help you, my lord,” he whispered, and Lucifer put his arms around Nero's petite body and hugged him back. He caressed Nero's back up and down with a loving motion and that urged Nero to purr softly.

Lucifer smiled:

“I always feel so loved and special when you purr. It's your sign of true devotion and feelings and you almost never purr to anyone if the person isn't special to you. I appreciate that you show this to me.”

Nero didn't answer. He sat there still and purred lovingly to show his master how much he cared about him and hoped that it would make his master feel better and calmer. It was the only thing he could do for him right now.

I'll purr for you as much as you want me to. You are special to me; my one and only family, Nero thought quietly in his mind and prayed that Lucifer's bride soon would be found.

2 kommentarer:

shad said...

The end is soo cute :D

Tan said...

Awh thank you! (^0^) ♥