Lexi tiptoed as well as a demon with a serious balance problem could into the room Wound pointed him towards after the healing bath. He felt better but still like the sickness was lying in wait. The demon had no idea how to hold it back when it decided to attack again but he was grateful for the reprieve. And the grave warning Wound gave him wasn't far from his mind. While the poison slumbered, it was dreaming up new ways to multiply. If they were lucky, Lexi had half a day before the sickness resumed its devastation.
Time enough for the next part of the healing if he and Jinx didn't waste too much of it not doing what they were supposed to. Tell their deepest secrets to each other. Demons lied, it was just what they did. Telling the truth was practically a foreign concept. Lexi had no idea what thing he was supposed to tell Jinx. Maybe it was just some kind of expectation for them to reveal their feelings for each other.
That was a scary thought. Not a truth Lexi want
There was suddenly a lot more of Lexi wrapping around Jinx. Nothing grew back that had been severed as Jinx felt two paws petting his back and one more caressing the top of his head.It was a fantastic kiss. Jinx thought this kind of kiss would feel like no other, that first kiss with his Innehavre. Jinx knew without a doubt at that moment thatLexi was his. Instead of fireworks and erasing every other kiss he'd had from his mind, it was like his favorite moment between casting a card and the spell happening. A timeless pause where everything and anything was possible.Jinx’s head was swimming. It felt wrong when Lexi dropped his arms and stepped back,letting him go. Lexi's secret was on full display, his Underworld form, minus his otherworldly wings. Jinx hoped that they would be able to restore them in the healing.Jinx could only see the demon he loved. He assumed Lexi feared he would see a monster. The soft furry belly of his smaller demon f
"Why the fuck did you do that?" Hades's words were nearly lost in his hiss. Both of his eyes were open and both of his paws held the crystal sphere. "I... had... the power to save him!"He stared with red rage into the swallowing dark of King's gaze. Though any contact with Doll had been broken, the energetic connection the Elementalist made with the Black Devil was boiling over. Hades didn't have direct control over his own auric magick but he felt stronger than ever."Boy, you need to get your head on straight. That power you think you have, it's not yours, nor is it entirely mine." There was danger in King's tone. Dire warning,in fact, but Hades wasn't sure he cared.The crystal was allowing him to steal King's auric magick and mold it like his own. King being the Black Devil, notwithstanding, Hades entertained the thought of draining it all for his own purposes. Especially if it was the only way to save Doll. And King seemed vulnerable.Rather t
"I need you to remember this is born from a long tradition." King ran the tips of his barely unsheathed claws over Hades's head. He was careful to move his voice down a half octave, a subtle shift he used when he wanted to soothe a demon about to be used or punished and not the voice he used on frightened tom souls or young no-fur essences. The difference was slim,but had its effects."For longer than I've had the position I currently occupy, Black-furs have bowed at the feet of the Black Devil and been gifted with great things. You've known the power of a bond that transcends both surrender and love, I feel it in your aura."King felt more than that. Hades's muscles were tensed like a tom ready to sprint away. The Black-fur's tail was flipping back and forth. The Grey-fur knew Hades was going against his instincts and it was taking every bit of his willpower to stay on his knees. To commit to what King wanted from him.Though there might not be any kind o
Spitfire was careful as he moved closer to the gathered demons. What he heard was shocking. The assembly was going through viable ways to overthrow the Black Devil. He felt most of them were ill-conceived and the plot looking to get the most support was never going to work.But still, why now? The Black Devil had ruled... well,forever as far as the ginger-haired no-fur knew.As far as he could tell the demons weren't even dissatisfied with ol'Blackie's leadership,just the fact that he was a Black-fur tom and not a demon. But again,why now? It was common knowledge the Black Devil was a tom. All the stories said it was for the sake of balance. And no one really knew or understood where demons came from. Were they twisted tom souls or what became of those who dabbled a bit too far in the dark arts?Was there a leader here? It didn't seem to the no-furthatany one demon held the floor. So was there someone else behind the spark of the de
Having been afraid for his life and absolutely terrified about what had happened to his no-fur, Guru found what was happening to be a much better alternative. Sure, it was not his ideal. But Spitfire was not only safe, he was exuding confidence that was a call Guru had to answer. A promise he had to trust.The tom was never going to be the same. Spitfire had laid him bare and made him so much more than he thought he was. If his no-fur wanted him to be his toy right now, not only would Guru obey, he would relish his new role. He was frustrated that damned muzzle kept him from speaking of his devotion and of his paradoxical newfound strength. Still, it wasn't enough to pull him out of the place Spitfire wanted to take him. He could be anything Spitfire asked of him. And the no-fur gave him the freedom to be a sensual being, something Guru, for all of his careful body sculptings and preaching about self-confidence, never allowed himself.The pocket had to be some kind of
Jinx paced the room. On the other side of the door, they were preparing Lexi for the healing. Wound had described it as slowly leading him into a state of consciousness where they could draw the poison out of him without making the demon experience pain. The Orangelo didn't understand why he couldn't be in the room beyond the poor explanation the healer had given him. Something about the workings being so precise any erratic energy could undo the groundwork Wound was laying.Jinx didn't like it but he agreed. Wound still was being sketchy about where the Orangelo's aura was going to come into this process. It was making his fur itch. He made an effort to still himself and stop creating a groove in the floor by forcing himself to sit, well more like perch, in a big cushy armchair.Sighing he got out his deck. If he was going to be waiting this long, he might as well do a reading or play tarot solitaire. He shuffled them, letting the energy within the cards combine with
Not understanding why they had been separated after they had offered each other their deepest truths and mutual feelings, Lexi knew one thing, the sickness had returned with aggression. He wasn't sure he was fully conscious as he searched for any trace or sense of Jinx.It didn't come in as his newfound Orangelo's love for him, the thing Lexi breathed in was fear. It was too strong to reveal its owner's aura. Most demons enjoyed the taste of fear, Lexi was the exception. But being in his homeworld,he was drawn to it, craved it, even if he didn’t like it.He wasn't strong enough to inspire more of it or for his demon nature to be nourished by it. Still, it was such a brilliantly summoned fear. If it were a wine it would be a rare vintage. Just the scent of it was causing his more violent nature to awaken. Breathing it in, the potency made him feel more anchored to reality, like for just a few moments he could be lucid enough to know what was happening and st
Breaking out of the prison was something of a blur.Disabling theblow your fucking head offcollar had been Hades's first order of business. With the power he had siphoned off King, he was able to dispatch that particularly nasty safeguard quickly. But that was hardly scratching the surface of what that rush of fresh power could do.Disable a lock, dodge a guard, scramble through a vent. It all melted together into one continuous motion, feeling like it was over in seconds and not the long, excruciating hour that it actually took.But however long it had been, however many tricks and hexes he had to use, Hades was free. He was on his way to find his Doll. Once he found his no-fur, they were going to get the hell out of this gods-forsaken place and never look back. There were other places they could run to if they had to, places that maybe weren't the paradise that Persiana had been promised to be, but they would be good enough for them. Hades