Parallelistic Persona

He blinked the two of them to the lowest area of the castle. In front of a set of double doors with intricate designs on them. From underneath the door, came a glow that look like daylight, which was odd given that Utanthia was always night. There also seemed to be a breeze.

"For centuries this creatures were hunted, killed, or used for war. A few hundred years ago, king Leviathan found them all and conjured up a safe haven for them here in the castle. It’s like their own little world inside the basement. It’s pretty cool. But this is why you can’t tell anyone. This secret is too big to let anyone find out."

Emmett pulled away, slipping his hand into Kyle’s he opened the doors, and walked into what looked like another realm. Vast valley’s of the greenest grass. Forests scatter farther than the eyes could see. But most important of all, were the dragons roaming about.

"Welcome to our second-first date~"

When the door had opened, Kyle couldn't believe his eyes. Everything was so beautiful- so majestic, just like the stories told them to be. For a underground area, it was really like a realm of itself. The sky was unbelievably more vast that nobody would believe it was just an underground built room.

Dragons were always something that he found enchanting. When he was little, he'd frequently found himself dreaming that his prince would come along with his dragon partner to rescue him from his misery, as childish as it was. He'd long given up on anything of the sort, but to be able to meet these creatures himself was just magical. 

The incubus quickly shifted his gaze towards Emmett, whom had been holding his hand firmly. It really was a dream- he wasn't dreaming now, was he? To be honest, he wouldn't have minded if it was only a dream, because every moment he spent with the other was precious whether in reality or his own fantasies.

Emmett could remember when he was little. Before he knew he was a demon. His mom would come up with outrageous bedtime stories that he knew couldn’t possibly be true. But she would always tell him that there were things out there that everyone thought was made up. He had no idea they were real, not until he became a prince.

He sits up, stretches his arms and gives a short yawn. Kyle was glad he brought a change of clothes, after all, it was technically their first official date. If anything, he knew that Emmett wouldn't have minded either way, but he did still want to look good for him. He quickly got ready and stepped out the bathroom.

He hoped Kyle would like the surprise. After all, what he was bringing his love to see, wasn’t even suppose to exist. Technically demons didn’t either. But this was a whole different story. He wanted to show Kyle that anything was possible.

"It’s a good surprise, don’t worry. It’ll be our second-first date~"

The incubus stares at Emmett, pursing his lips slightly into a pout. As much as he appreciated the idea of having the other prepare a surprise for him, he didn't particularly like not knowing. The teasing was making him anxious, if not just a little. 

The only problem, and the reason it took so long to plan, was getting permission from his brother. Ira was usually open minded about things, and for anything else he would have said yes right away, but because of what Emmett was asking, circumstances changed. 

He did however, finally get permission, now all he had to do was take Kyle to this date. It was early in the morning when Emmett snuck back into their shared room. He’d been talking with Ira all night, getting things ready. 

The incubi slid into bed next to Kyle, and kissed him deeply, hoping to wake him. “Rise and shine~”

"Jeez," he smiled, pressing himself closer to nuzzle against Emmett. "Looks like someone's hungry so early in the morning."

He sighed, taking one of his hands back to run it through his hair. Viper was remembering what the nightmare had told them. If Ares was going to have a meeting somewhere public. It could be a chance to catch him. But, there was a draw back. He may be the youngest of the royal family, but he was one of the most dangerous.

"You will not be able to come with me on the next. Ares is young, but he is more powerful than even most of the demons under my charge. He is a brat, but he knows how to use his powers. I suppose that was what Gaap wanted when he had a true incubus child…"

As overprotective as the other was, Theodore knows from the bottom of his heart that Viper was just treasuring him as if something precious. Because of that, he could only submit to it. After all, the newborn understands that he has yet to become a fully fledged demon, despite all of the praise he received. If being in danger was a burden, Theodore would do his best to stay out of it as much as he could. Nonetheless, he still felt slightly saddened that he wasn't capable of fighting alongside Viper.

"..." The newborn just sighed. He tried not to sound as down as he felt."I know, I won't do anything to be a nuisance to you, I promise. But promise me that you'll be okay? If this Ares is as strong as they say, you have to be careful or I'll be worried."

He wrapped his arms around Viper’s neck, pulling him even closer. It had been a while since they spent some time alone, so the newborn wanted to make every minute count. After all, he didn’t know when his next opportunity may be.

"Then there is no way you are getting any information from me." Swen said with a slight growl. "If I do not go free, I will not speak a word of Ares, or the doctor. So I guess you have a dire choice to make do you not?"

Viper continued to chuckle, but stopped to smirk down at the paralyzed nightmare. “Nay. You see, I can get the information one of two ways. The poison I injected into your body will be killing you in less than an hour now.” The look on the nightmare’s face turned frightened. “Aye, it is not only a paralyzing venom. It is poison. I have the antidote, and I will cure you if you tell me. If you refuse, I will use my illusions to force your energy to show me their meeting place. So really, it is a dire choice you have to make.”

The nightmare seemed to fight with himself for a few minutes eternally before finally giving in. “Fine.” He replied with a growl. “They are meeting in the abandoned light house in Utanthia. Being the kings pet I assume you know where that is.”

"Aye, I do." Viper felt satisfied with that answer, he then pulled a vile from his pocket. Leaning down he tipped it into the nightmare’s mouth, emptying it. When that was finished, he touched Swen’s shoulder and blinked him into one of the castle’s cells.

"Mmm, I'm fine," he smiled back at the hunter, holding onto the hand that cupped his face with his own. Theodore felt sort of happy that Viper was worried about him. After all, the hunter never really showed much emotion, even to him. "I wasn't in any danger anyways because you were there for me right?"

He leaned into nuzzle against the other's chest. It was warm to the touch and it acted as a relaxant to everything that he just witnessed. Though all foreign to him, he really did believe that everything would be alright because Viper was standing next to him.

He curled tighter into his ball, as if trying to disappear from the room completely, but there was no escaping it. Fate would find them eventually find them and make bad things happen, like always. “Y-You are going to d-do it again are you not? Y-You came to m-make me fall from grace. I-I was finally starting to b-be happy…”

"W-Wait, Clouis! You are mistaken, please believe me-," he reached out his hand to touch the elder, but restrained himself as punishment for not foreseeing something that should have been obvious. His father wasn't a man that would simply let his case go without making sure there were no loose ends. "I am sorry. I have hurt you by not noticing all this time, and I have no excuses. But I want to let you know, my love, that I have not done any of the sort to you. I treasure you more than enough to even fathom of... raping you. You should have known that."

Rosier knew immediately he had to speak with his father. He couldn't forgive him, laying his hands on someone he knew was so precious to the sin. Rosier couldn't have cared less if he was his blood related parent or not- he would find justice for Clouis. It was the least that he could do.

Viper smirked. “Do you honestly thing I would waste my time with that mad doctor?” He shook his head. “No, I am here because I believe he may know where the kings brother is. Ares. You are one of Dr. Blaine’s most trusted experiments. Clearly since he lets you leave the facility. You much know about Ares.”

Maybe having a taste of what normal children went through made him sympathetic, or perhaps it was because he began to understand what being loved by someone really felt like. Either way, he knew letting the Nightmare go wasn't the best idea.Theodore gently tugged onto Viper with an uneasy expression.

"Y-You tainted me Rosier." He managed to get out through sobs after he removed his mask and tossed it aside. "You used me, made me impure. Y-you are awful! I-It is because of y-you that I need medicated air to live. It is b-because of you I nearly died! Why a-are you here?"

He begged, glancing up at the sin, however it was too painful to look so he lowered his head again. He was finally happy. Up here instead of a demon. Instead of tainted. He was happy as an elder, he felt needed. But now… Maybe that was why. He was getting too happy, and fate had to put him back in his place.

Rosier had a hard time keeping up what Clouis had told him. Impure? Clouis nearly died- and because of him? He understood that his father torn him away from his love but he hadn't heard anything else. Surely he hadn't done anything... that he remembered of at least.

"Hold on Clouis, I do believe am truly unforgivable for leaving your side, but unfortunately I do not have an idea what you are talking about... I made you an impure?" he was beginning to feel uneasiness build up within his chest. The sin had a few ideas of what may have happened and all of them, his father would've been the cause. "Please reconsider- I would never hurt you, Clouis... I love you more than anything, you are dearest to me and I was sure you know that better than anyone. Even now, I still yearn for you to be by my side forever after dreading all these long years... I do not seem to recall ever doing anything that would sadden you like such."

He crawled into a corner, pulling his knees to his chest. He hoped the sin didn’t know enough to follow his orbs before the vanished. That was one thing bad about angelic teleportation. The orbs stayed behind long enough for anyone to jump in an follow. Maybe being a dark demon would make that knowledge unknown to Rosier.

Although the sin had been locked up for a while, he studied angelic knowledge secretly with the help of his own connections. If there was one thing he learned, it would be the basics of angelic transportation and it's faults. Rosier quickly followed after Clouis' footsteps.

He arrived at the room which he presumed was Clouis'. The air made him slightly lightheaded, but disregarded it as he found his love crouched in a corner. He sighed, still as confused as he had been moments ago.

Why was he here? Did he not get enough the first time? Did he hear that Clouis was Elder now and had to come here to make him fall from grace? How could he do this? Hadn’t he hurt him enough.

He then glanced over to the assistant- his filthy hands touching what was supposed to belong to himself. It angered him. He should have been Clouis' comfort, by his side. The distance that time put between them added onto the hatred that derived from his endless jealousy. 

Clouis chuckled slightly and removed his mask so he could speak. “You worry to much. I only need one more book and then I will return.a few minutes of oxygen will not kill me.” He put the mask back on and moved over to another set of shelves.

It was true that his room within the castle had medicated air similar to what his mask gave off, but being stuck in that room so often made him feel like a caged bird. 

Unable to hold in his urge, shifted his eyes over to take a glimpse inside the door. He was glad, it was the same Clouis he'd known. The diligent, caring individual that he had loved for so long inside his cellar. But why was he wearing a mask? Perhaps something drastic had happened without his knowing? It wouldn't be at all surprising considering the time frame which he spent away from everything, alone.

To show Cosette what type of being he was, he needed to reove his shirt. His wings were tied down and hidden. So to not scare the boy he slowly undid the buttons, letting it drop when he was done.

Around his chest were bandages. The kind someone would wear when their ribs were bruised. Slowly he began to unwrap those. As they became loose and gaps began to show, through them was a gold and green glow. Until finally he had finished. The bandages dropped to the ground with his shirt, and he stretched out his fairy wings to show cosette what he was.

"A... fairy," he muttered. As he thought about it, the more it made sense that the other could 'see' to a certain extent. It had been poking at his interest. The rabbit had never been more captivated by another.

Cosette couldn't deny it, he could have sworn it was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Rather, he found it hard to believe something so stunning could have been a demon. The rabbit caught himself staring at the sight, only to realize too that the other had been half naked. Cosette found Faeyn attractive, that much he would admit.

"S-Sorry, I was just a little surprised, that's all. You didn't have to stop-..." Now he was contradicting himself. It was unusual for the rabbit to apologize to someone. He usually was far too stubborn to. He shut his eyes tight, hoping that his embarrassment would pass. The rabbit had been acting strangely, and it had something to do with how Faeyn was treating him. "You don't have to, it's a really important secret right?"