#zeaonga

He knew when to stop going lower down their thighs, feeling the hand gun nicked away under the helm of their lingerie and pantyhose. Kainga smirked seductively at him and took off his hand from their waist almost teasingly. "A Sir Owain Marc, will see you now, James."

It's not more than a whisper, a message, an invite. Felt like just for him in that sugared sweet voice that called to him.

Another party, another house brimming with rich foolish men who drank too much and another victim in their little game of conning anyone stupid enough to take part. Kainga will play dumb, act like they're an oblivious piece of eye candy to draw in those who wished to play, something to sweeten the deal if their customer was unsure. There weren’t many who couldn’t be swayed by a kiss from a pretty little lady now. 

James's sharp eyes shot from Kainga's red lips to a man standing across the room from them, through the dense crowd he spotted his victim like a predator through the shrub. Kainga's tender fingers slid down James's tie, slipping them from under his tie, an alluring look and they were leading him along to follow them back over to the unsuspecting Welshman. Their aura of seductive femininity, James almost couldn't wait until the night was over so he could have them all to himself. By this time, they'd been spotted.

"Evening Welshie, can I call you that?" James doesn't wait from an answer from the brunette Welshman, whiskily stealing another flute of champagne from a waiter just passing by. He gave him an imploring look before speaking again. “A man of your standing needs some extra security, does he not?”

At the nod, a shark like grin splits the New Zealander’s lips, a glint in his eyes that the gormless Welshman didn’t notice or lacked the ability to process. Even better, by James’s standing. 

“Me company offers a secure money holding office, with high security at all times. We’ve had reports of con artists in banks just fleeing people of their money and it just breaks my heart to see peoples hard earned cash stolen from them.”

“Well- when ya put it like that, I 'ave been worried that some of me finances have been taken without permission these past few months…”

They picked a good one this time, James leaning back and watching the flapper as the man opposite continued to babble on about some worries the Kiwi, frankly, cared nothing for. While his partner in crime slandered around the back of the Tycoon, brushing against him as anyone would to get through a tough ground. Owain didn't even recognize them from past affairs regarding going to the extremes for this kind of work. He also didn't seem to notice that his wallet had been smoothly plucked from the back of his suit pants pocket.

“How soon would I be able to transfer the money to you, Mr…?”

"Hunter. James Hunter." His mouth was already growing bored with this one, his eyes trailing off back to that red satin dress in the crowd. The wallet was in with the gun, flashing him a quick exposed thigh in lingerie before brushing their dress back and disappearing, leaving him with bedroom eyes to meet them back around. James's eyes shot back to Owain, which clearly unnerved the man a little. His smirk was too charming not to be untrustworthy however. “And whenever yer ready, I could even take some now if ya had it to hand.”

The Welsh Tycoon gives him a safe full of cash, a handshake shared and a quip about how business had been a pleasure, the Kiwi leaving with his tantalizing associate at the hip, which such a little fuss it was as if nobody had noticed them arrive or leave from the dinner party.

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The lamp on their bedside table flickered before dousing the room in a warm, ravishing light against the darkness

His kisses upon their neck and shoulders are distracting as they count the seemingly endless wads of money, patience never being James’s strong point after another successful job, hands running up her thighs, puling her dress up and off in one smooth sweep. He grunted, allowing himself to enjoy them all to himself for the night once again, truly his favorite part other than laundering riches.

“How much richer are we, darlin’?” He reathes in Kainga’s ear, hands exploring their mostly bare, soft body, teasing them as they moved and slipped between their thighs and finally got to those undergarments they'd teased him with. They softly moaned, oh they were in trouble now.

Kainga barely has time to gasp out they’d conned Marc and Kirkland bros Industries out of near two thousand dollars before they're on their back, his lips on theirs and the sound of clothes before torn off.

“Are yer sure ya don’t like me and yer not a pervert because, ya could have asked anyone to do this." 

They supposed they'd half expected him to just dodge the question, cocking an eyebrow at him instead. "I did ask." They insisted first, taking another stroke of their brush across the canvas to look away from the growing smirk on the others face, "...and everyone else was busy. I'm no social butterfly, trust me when I say you were my last option. No matter how much you begged."

"Fat chance Kai-boob, I bet yer just wanted to see me naked~"

Kainga furrowed their brows in an attempt to block out his voice, their eyes trailing his body for each tone, dip, sharp and rugged curve, it only now dawned on them how perfect of a model they'd chosen. They'd seen his body time and time before, the man walked around severely lacking a shirt half the time, now they felt like they were in some badly shot porno with one of the University's top rugby players. Their glasses slipped a little.

"On your couch nonetheles-"

"James if you don't shut up and stay still I'll pour paint water down your throat." God why did he have to be so hot?!

Trying to avert their eyes from going lower and lower down the body of the man who was built like an actual god, Kainga continued their rough starter of an outline with the basic shapes and pose they wanted. Their face scrunched up, deciding if they were pleased with any of it. Though with how wriggly their subject was being, they decided on just keeping it.

"Almost done over there Da Vinci? I wanna see it!" James shifted himself into the smugest way possible as Kainga peered back around the canvas on their axel, unashamedly, the other's ego seemed to bloom as he finally caught Kainga's eyes right on his exposed crotch. How does that thing fit in his pants?

"Are you kidding me?! I just started, it's been 10 minutes."

"Well how long does it normally take?!"

"Longer if you keep moving!" They snapped and threw a paintbrush half heartedly at his face. Causing James to try and block it, poorly.

"Well however long it takes I bet it's going to be a masterpiece."

Kainga blushed a little at his sentiment, as if he was actually complementing their skills in the medium of art. About to ask if he really meant it for a heartfelt moment that would ultimately end up with them both on the floor, naked, covered in paint and making out in the heat of it al-

He probably meant a 'masterpiece' because he, James, was the focus. And that he did mean.

Surprisingly, James was quiet for a couple of minutes. Probably just to admire himself like this, but Kainga had a little more progress completed. They'd given up on trying to be dainty with not looking too much at his body, they couldn't help themselves at this point. The pink on their face indicated that like a positive pH test.

And oh, James noticed alright. He loved it, loved the feeling of being quietly admired by them in their flustered state. He just knew.

"Enjoying yourself there sugar?~"

"Not as much as I'm going to enjoy shrinking your dick down in the rough sketch."

"W-what?!" Suddenly James was up like the alarm sirens for 'Someone thinks you have a small dick' alert was going off. "Kai that's just cruel! Everyone needs t' see this masterpiece of genetics in all it’s glory.”

Night's peace was something that was not to be disturbed.

A crack of thunder followed the flash of red light that illuminated the sky's infinite darkness with the feeling of merciless fury protruding through the clouds that shadowed above the mountains and shrub like plains around Lake Tekapo, and the single building that lay undisturbed in the middle of it, a church. A single bolt of lightning, shattered its roof top and striking it's floors, it alone tore a hole right into the earth. The opening spilt and parted as if to make way for it, arduous and deformed as it blistered and destroyed with a perilous rage that swallowed the earth around it into its deep fiery grave.

Eye like gateways opened with lines of flame burning through it's center before they died down, a haze of dust and smog and the burning smell of Sulphur and death. A dark curtain that ripples through the void like a hungry beast, snarling, growling as it gnashed and slobbered, there is a constant roar, an infernal howl, like a scream of a billion damned souls. The ground shakes beneath, but the air is silent.

It was a portal, large, sprawling and consisted of an assortment of strange tendrils, membranes and toxic biological growth as it had embedded itself into the earth like Hell's mouth itself. A gate of rot and diseases that infected the ground, its opening had torn through the entire crust of the earth, tearing the veil that had been protected for so long, sealed away from ever being opened again. The air is thick, unbearable with the scent of perversion, of evil and sin. The stench of thousands of rotting corpses, the guts of lost souls spilled out into the world. It looked endless, an entrance way so gargantuan even for a dimensional portal holder. Shredding the light around it in a deep glowing crimson, hisses like scraping sheets of metal of something from the portal that had woken perhaps after years of being desolate in it's dormant state.

Something moved, something down there was somehow, alive. Moving down there among the shades of deep crimson and the screeching infernal howl, another plane of existence that was not Hell. Far from it. The portal was everything that was once or might be, surrounded by a purgatorial heat and a chthonic murmur. A vortex like a great burning jaw with a horrible forked tongue that yearned for something lost that it once had; it was both remorse and doom. A mix of good and evil, a collision caused by a rift in the very concept of it and had opened again for one soul to enter after it had been closed off and encased since as far back as recorded time to the biblical era, nothing like this had happened before. Nothing like these requirements of its opening again.

The screams had subsided, the torment was just beginning. Sharp fingernails which dug into his neck as if to draw blood for their own nourishment. The ground is cracked and covered in lava pits which belch smoke as if they were giant, aching wounds. The broken remains of bodies and beasts swirl in the currents of heat and flame. Followed by a roar of some gigantic beast as if an explosion had gone off, dragging him further down, already breaking the entrance's fiery veil, below, a wasteland of rot and forget. Soon to swallow him whole to gorge everything down there and out of existence. A fate that was worse than death, it would make any mortal wishful for death to come sooner so that the jaws of pain would release itself from them. Through the veil, until the end, the pain had stopped with a feeling of normality again. Far from death, far from anything both Hellish and Heavenly. The taste and feel of the dirt against sharp breath and full body pain was below him, something that wasn't him being torn through the entrance veil. It was solid ground, another dimension.

It had been opened once again.

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He'd waited so long that ice began to cling onto the tips of his wings in large frozen drips, stiffening up the feathers they swayed upon.

Winter’s lacerating hurricanes and whining winds had come and gone, leaving a terrible calmness. The skies above were an unholy mixture of shale-grey clouds and pasty streaks. Callous winter was stifling the world with its icy breath. From up here, he could see nothing but snow covered rooftops of the mortal settlement that lay Northwest of the United States, Minnesota. Why he agreed to meet him here, he didn't know. Perhaps it was because it was the middle of their two respective nations that are on the other side of Earth. He stood invisible to all of them below upon a taller rooftop of an olden brick Church, for he was no mortal being himself, far from it.

An Angel, a Seraphim specifically. Leader of the Arch-angel's, considered God's 'second in command' yet that title nipped more at him than the cold did, despite having six wings in three pairs to cover himself with.

Winters slavering fangs had come and gone. Its lacerating winds had stripped the last leaves from the trees, leaving them naked and brooding in a harsh world. Yet his alert heightened when the wind seemed to pick up around him rather unnaturally, all wind dynamics considered. The screeching of the winds were dreadful, breaking through the tomb-like silence he'd previously found himself in. Like winter’s dangerous clutch had strangled and stifled all life from the air, but it only appeared right in front of him, prompting him to step out of the way of it's fury. It had snarled and gnashed with its deadly voice, sounding like a wailing specter. It had ripped slates from nearby roofs and its fangs had sent a giant limb of a tree within it's range, creaking and crashing down to the road below. Its scavenging skies had compressed down upon him, surveying it with a deadly malice. The rain it had brought with it was bitter, like ice-silver bullets of spite. It had gashed and gouged at every living thing, sparing no one. Doom-laden clouds, bloated with hatred, had roiled in the sky before unleashing their vengeful wares.

"You're late." Arthur didn't even look at him while addressing the man that had appeared out of his manipulation of the storm. His eyes has shifted over the roof to the branch that had landed on some poor mortals car, setting off it's blaring alarm. Brushing the frost off of his robes now that the bluster had died down around him.

"Thank ya for pointing that out, never would've guessed. You're still as enlightening as ever."

The mans tail flicked sharply as his boots crunched against the snow atop the brick church, Arthur watched him not notice what he was standing upon and the man seemed none the wiser to the snow melting around the area where he stood.

"You look like you're in a splendid mood, you must really not want to see me again. Would I be wrong? After all you spent a year in hiding after my first letter. Surely you're not so vengeful in your spite that you'd kept a grudge all these year-"

"Why did you wanna meet me here." The voice was cruel, gruff like shredding of his throat when he spoke and cut into his sentence before he could finish. Arthur just scowled, swearing on his faith to keep all patience with him. No matter how difficult it was sometimes.

"I think you know why I brought you here to discuss your- wrongdoings- with you, Lucifer."

James sent the Seraphim and withering look over his shoulder, only for a spilt second before being blinded away, a look that could turn someone to stone. "Could ya at least turn that down." He retorted arrogantly, making sure Arthur did before he turned around again to avoid his eyes burning out of their very sockets with Holy light. "Me whole life is full of damn 'wrongdoings' in your books, that's me point, could ya be a bit more specific."

Arthur hummed. "I think you know very well."

James rolled his eyes. "Fine, sorry for skinning that Priest, can I leave now." He smirked evilly.

"You most certainly may not." Arthur started to only now loose patience with him, his face telling a tale of his boredom whilst his voice was sharp and conveyed his feelings clearly as he continued to scold James like you would a child. However his confession of skinning some priest somewhere fell onto deaf ears, what else did he expect from him anymore. "The more you deny the consequences of what you've done, James, what you've opened up, all you do is run, now you've royally fucked up so badly there's no way of escaping it."

James's smirk faded fast.

"The deal James, the one you signed." He stood to face him now, the eyes across his wings glared right at the devil with their heavenly judgmental glaze. "Your moral code."

"Pfft- so whot? I could take on yer heavenly courts any day, what's the point of gettin' yer wings in a twist bout it? That thing is centuries old anyways."

"That doesn't mean you can break it whenever you feel like it." Arthur snapped at him. "You are not above the law James, you are a fool. Now we're all in danger because you've opened something that has laws and rules in place to protect it from opening again after a millennia. That is why I've gotten involved, you've gone too far. Chasing after some human to be your queen, you idiot, did you not think twice?! Then you whine like a child without even considering the sheer importance of what I'm saying to you."

"Well what are ya sayin?" James retorted, his fists shaking. He couldn't tell, from anger or from the fear. James knew, somehow he knew what had happened and he'd keep running from it until it swallowed him whole.

"That mortal who you harassed into suicide did not end up in Heaven."

James stared at him in disbelief. "What-" He repeated, his stomach churning as if he was about to be ill all over Arthur's white robes.

"What- what do you mean 'what'?! What did you think would happen?!" Arthur flared up at him, finding it in himself to take a breath and calm down once more with prayer under his breath, making the devil psychically recoil. "Some other force got involved, because you got involved, Heaven could not take that mortal."

"The plan wasn't to get the soul to Heaven, it was to get it off the mortal plane into my realm so they could be my queen."

"That would've been the case, if it was a suicide... if you didn't kill him."

The silence was loud, deep like stone that was sullen and thick. Sweltering up violently with sepulchral hush, Arthur could feel the heat radiating off of James, as well as the Devil's feet burning due to standing on a church, but that took a backseat to the sound of his heartbeat over taking his own breathing that got steadily heavier and heavier. His only response was that.

There’s an air of something sinister, subtle as it was, a shiver running down his spine and making his wings twitch with nerves from under his clothes.

The bastard knew what he had done now. "Shit. You mean that-"

"By you, Satan, killing a child of God with your own two deceiving hands and Satanic forces, have created a tear in the balance of good and evil, Heaven and Hell. You alone let go of that mortal, you alone made the conscious choice in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit to let go of that mortal and sent them plummeting to their demise. Meaning that either way, they could not end up in either Heaven or Hell, they fell into the rip that we've sealed up and kept hidden for a millennia because in the name of the Lord himself, it would create such a catastrophic rift between dimensions it would be the end of good and evil as we know it and the world would collapse beneath it and he would be released once again, hence all the laws of the Holy court, the treaty you signed yourself. James, you have opened the Inversus, your mortal is now stuck in there with little chances of escape and possibly doomed us all. Do I make myself clear."

"It's...open? Kainga's...in there?" James swallowed thickly. "We've opened and closed it before, we can do it again." He at last managed out coherent words. Shakily running fingers through his hair as a stress relief to lessen how tense he was.

Arthur shook his head. "No. Not we. You. You're fixing this."

James snapped his head around to him. "Yer kidding. No...no you can't do that! Yer know damn well that we need a force of both good and evil to seal it back up, that's how it happened last time."

"I can do what I want. Last time was different." Arthur snapped at him. "Last time, it benefited everyone to banish that creature there. We had to open it, this time it's your doing and your doing alone Lucifer. You figure it out before that thing figures out how to escape and it destroys the world."

James stared again, biting the skin off his lip and the inside of his cheeks. He laughed out softly, more of a chuff like he was proud of himself smugly. That was the last reaction Arthur expected from him. "If I get the mortal back, can I keep him to be me Queen?" A demonic grin gracing the other's lips in an evil split smile.

Arthur gave him a bemused look. "Don't jump the gun with that one, we don't know if he's even still alive."

"When did that ever matter?"

Arthur gulped down how disgusting that very sentence was, letting out a frustrated sigh. He really never changed, no matter the circumstances the bastard found himself in. Arthur giving him a look of disbelief whilst rolling his eyes, holding his face in his hand as he muttered something under his breath, passive aggressive in his action like James was only serving to irritate him. "You can keep whatever is left of that mortal then. Whatever bones and flesh you can scrape together from in between the teeth of the Swoerath. You forget your queen was human when you found them." Arthur spoke of the word James referred to the mortal as through gritted teeth to avoid lying off of his own tongue.

"How do ya even expect me to get there if ya won't even help me open it." James retorted, watching Arthur stretch out his wings. "Also what happened to just callin it th' Leviathan?"

"What happened to just calling you Lucifer? It's your mess, for the first time in your pathetic life I'm giving you the responsibility to clean it up." Arthur turned his back to him. "Do what you must, but you'll be the first to go when the Heavenly court strikes you down, if you succeed, your life will be spared and you may.." He choked. "...keep your queen. Does that sound fair?"

He disliked the dodging of questions the Angel gave him, lack of answers to what he was supposed to do only furthered in angering him. A bit of a taste of his own medicine. "I can get them, I can fix it and seal that thing back up for good, I banished that thing once, I'll do it again, you just fuckin' watch me. And I am not pathetic, feathers." His anger faded and replaced with that crocodile grin once more, his foot shifting towards the Seraphim, edging him on towards the end of the churches stone roof that was slippery with ice and snow. A few specks of snow crumbled from the roof below his heal, Arthur only caught himself on his wings. "Yer got yerself a deal."

"Right. And that's not your feet starting to burn through the very ceiling we stand on."

James looked down quickly, only to see his feet were in fact burning. He yelped and sprang up almost feline like as the burns singed at what remained of his shoes and scorched at his feet in blistering holy flame. Attempting to dust off soot that sheared off of his own flesh in pain. "Bastard, on top of a church of all places?" He caught the Englishman's wicked grin before it disappeared like a snap of someone's neck, he could practically hear it.

"Took you long enough to even notice. Thought it'd make my point a bit more clean cut for you, no bullshit, no tricks." Arthur's expression darkened towards him, making James shrink back a touch. "Anything else you have to say to me, Satan?"

James chewed on his bottom lip, feeling the panic starting to settle in. "No, not exactly." He started. "Hows yer boy?"

"My boy?" Arthur asked in rather a bit of surprise. "Alfred? Well, he's doing alright. Got promoted to Cherubim angel recently, couldn't be prouder." He caught the gaze of James who smirked deviously at him with it spilt across his lips, halting himself from speaking further. The devil was in the detail. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason." James said rather quickly. "Just wanted ta know, haven't seen the lad in forever." His voice sounded like he was more so thinking out loud as opposed to actually talking to the angel next to him. "Ar' ya sure yer not gonna hel-"

"No. We will discuss it again when you come up with a plan for this. An actual plan." Arthur interrupted quickly with a snap.

"After all, We don’t want another Kainga."

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Hello all! Electric Satanic boogaloo returns for the long awaited sequel to 'Call Me Satan Darling'

Here will be more lore to this Universe, it has been in the works for over 2 years now and I'm proud to share this with you all, although Zeaonga does take a bit of a back seat here at least to start with. For new readers, this is a sequel that needs prior context in order for it to make sense. Please go read the first installment, Call me Satan darling here --> https://archiveofourown.org/works/37052266/chapters/92451478 , then you're welcome to come back here to find out what happens next

“Why do you insist on dragging me to these kinds of events?” 

It’d seemed they’d been questioning his motivites the whole way up there, following the personification of New Zealand as the other dragged a 2 liter Cooling bin behind him like it was nothing. Though Kainga could be less surprised, that man had unfathomable amounts of strength in him, reasoning with the fact that James thought with pure muscle and his fists rather than his actual head. Kainga was certain even if he did use what little he had in his head, they’d all be completely doomed.

Still, that thing probably weighed at least a ton with the beers and snacks stashed inside it like a hoard. 

“Cuz I love a good fireworks display, and got the best in the pacific!”

“I severely doubt that.” Kainga raised an eyebrow at him, making James roll his eyes amidst the darkness. The only light softly peeking over the top of the grassy hill, flickers of different colors and shades that made the shadows of the grass dance and flicker. The sign of life on the other side. A city aglow with bright lights that came into view, blinding them with the contrast of the darker hill, Kainga’s hands gently lifting up in front of their face to block some of it out. Even making them feel a little dizzy, until James laughed.

“Well quit yer complainin’, Kai-boob, we’re here!”

“I-I wasn’t complaining!” Kainga protested, unraveling the picnic mat stashed under their arm when James had more or less crashed the Cooling Bin to the ground. Their face scrunched up a little at what sounded like glass breaking inside of it, “If that’s the sound of my beer smashing in there Mr New Zealand I swear to god that I’ll use bin to hide chunks of your body-”

The silence and the quiver from James sent Kainga into loud snorts of laughter as if that threat actually had some impact on the Kiwi, perhaps just the mental image of it all. 

“You’ll have a job gettin’ every piece of me in there-”

“Relax honey,” They cut James off as they sat beside him, leaning over to give him a soft kiss to his lips. “I was just joking. I’ll peg you instead~”

“EXCUSE ME?!”

Kainga laughed, choking on their own air that inhaled into their lungs as the paler James’s face got. Resting their head under his hairy chin, followed by a snicker of pure enlightenment at his reaction to the sheer thought of it. “I mean the offer is there, if you do it I’ll wear nothing more but your rugby jersey for the rest of the week.”

James stalled a bit on the offer. Chewing the inside of his cheeks as if James ‘-can-not-be-topped’  Hunter was considering the thought rather deeply until he spoke out. “Let’s just see if that beer is smashed or not, yeah?”

Wrapped in an old and worn blanket that had seen better days, Kainga sat in a soft silence stretched for an eternity or two, as they watched the bustling city below him. People walking about, the sound of happy drunks to be heard wherever you went. The stars bright and twinkling with kindness and wonder, mysteries that had him up all night trying to figure them out. Memories, faded like that of an old sepia photograph, rushed through them all at once. 

For once, just in that moment. He felt himself slowly falling back in love with New Zealand.

The gentle kisses he’d place on their cheek, just so he could watch them flush a pastel pink and whaft his face away with flicks of their wrist. Only for James to bring them in closer to him, his heart and all the love he had to give to the Tongan he was cuddled up with. The way he’d gently brush against them, hooking a finger and pushing their scarf down to reveal their neck and kiss further down his lover. Not caring how much they shifted or squirmed when he did so.

When they looked up at him, James could yell to the moon. Their gaze, eyes full of mirth and love, tender and precious. The kind of look you saw in someone when you knew they were truly, irrefutably in love. The kind of look that hinted towards stories untold and as mysterious as the stars up above.

Just like that, James’s breath was gone. 

Swept away like dew on the morning grass against the breeze of the callings of mid-afternoon. No other on this earth could make him act the way he does when the Tongan looks at him like that. No other on this earth could make him feel as nervous around them, even when he went to go get the cheapy five dollar champagne for the both of them, that look they gave him. He took a photograph in his mind, stuck it up on his board of memories. 

Kainga continued to watch as people walked about, some racing with a bottle or two of beer or wine, others walking with friends and singing, terribly in their drunken state but no doubt having the time of their lives. Couples walking back and laughing together. Families going to the park just in the nick of time to watch the fireworks display in a few minutes. Up here, they felt on top of the world.

Behind them, the sound of gentle and quiet footsteps padding up along the grass towards them resounded. Before a flute of champagne appeared, held between large calloused, scarred fingers. Kainga turned to regard the owner of the hand, finding a man who’d returned that same look they gave him not too long ago, coupled with a dopey and tender smile spread across his face

“Aren’t you cold?” They asked, accepting the drink and taking a sip. 

“A lil, the cold bugs me more than anything. If only I had a lil Tongan lover to take me in their arms and hold and kiss me until I’m all warm and cozy~”

Kainga rolled their eyes again before moving over on the picnic blanket and opening out their arms for him with a soft; “Come here you big baby.”

The two of them sat there, sipping five dollar cheap champagne that was in one hand, the rest of their limbs tangled together in a loving embrace to try and stay warm. This time it was Kainga’s turn to start kissing all over James’s face, occasionally getting pricked by the hairs of his stubble and ‘beard’ as James called it, though it was more dark peach fuzz than anything else. And it didn’t taste good at all.

Minutes tickled by and the gusts of wind brought them together even closer, Kainga shivered under the blanket and shuffled closer to try and absorb more of the kiwis' warmth. As much as they could at least. They couldn’t tell you when the two of them were under his blanket, leaning against each other as they watched the stars up above. By the time it had happened, Kainga had finished his Champaign and James was about half way there.

“Did you enjoy that huh?” James chuckled as Kainga swirled the remaining champaign foam at the bottom of their glass with a thoughtful hum.

“Maybe” Kainga decided to reply, averting their eyes away and looking away to hide the blush across their face and the smile blooming on their lips. “Would have preferred tea, to be honest.”

“Is this you subtly asking to make you tea?”

“No.” Kainga parroted a smile at him. “This is me telling you to.”

A snicker left the Tongans lips as James seemed confused, surprised above all. “Where on earth am I going to make you tea? Kai we’re on top of a hill!?” “I’m aware, what happened to you ‘having your ways’ hm? You never seem to have a way whenever I want anything from you-”

James leaned in, his forehead resting on Kainga’s head with a kiss placed to his cheek once more. A goofy punch-drunk love kind of smile lighting up his face with the warmth of a thousand suns.

“Oh really?”

“Mhmmm~”

James chuckled softly, the sound like warm honey on Kainga’s skin. Making them shiver slightly just at the feel of it. James’s breath tickled their ear, only then did they realize that the older man beside them was leaning in for a kiss. That sly fox and his tricks.

The result was a flick to the nose and a chortle from the other whom he’d tried to snog on New Years night.

“Are ya laughin’ at me?”

“Noooo….” 

James’s smile broadened as he tried to kiss Kainga for a second time, his stubbornness and impatience at Kainga’s constant refusal of a kiss caused James to shove them down onto the mat. Kainga now below James in a heavy fluster. Kainga moved away, side-eyeing the man before giving him a glare that could rival the sun. Whatever reaction the kiwi was hoping to get, didn’t occur as James struggled to keep himself from laughing. The feeling bubbling up inside of him like the champagne they drank.

In no time, Kainga’s face was as red as the sweater they were wearing. Lost for breath as their heart tried to tattoo itself on the back of their ribs. Once James had stopped putting up a pout with them, whining pathetically at the lack of any lip to lip contact, Kainga had regained their breath, they wrapped their arms around James’s broad shoulders and muffled the yelp escaping the kiwis lips as he was pulled down back onto the mat for a long and heavy chaste kiss. Though the status of that soon changed, with James’s hands, as rough as the mountains on his lands, slipped up Kainga’s thigh. Causing them to pull away with a gasp. The streets down below with the drunks singing the night away and the families watching the stars and counting down for the fireworks over Auckland city.

They went off, an explosion of colors lighting up the sky. Blooming like sky flowers that glittered and cried out.

James leaned up and out of the kiss, out of breath with a healthy blush dusting his cheeks. He looked down towards Kainga with that same look his father wore whenever he spoke of his mother, with warmth like that of a fire and mirth for the love of his life.

“Happy New Years.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss Kainga once more. Both of their breaths swept back and combined into one once again.

"What do you mean you’ve never had ice-cream before?” James shrieked when Kainga told him the most blasphemous thing he’d ever heard. All Kainga did was look up at him from his picnic blanket in the sand that he was sat comfortably on. He soon had to look down however as the bare tanned and rather hairy chest of James was getting a little too much for him to handle after he stared for a little too long. The Kiwi was drenched with water, after all he'd been out here surfing the entire day and Kainga hid the fact he was rather impressed by it but the wipeouts he suffered gave him great fits of giggles when he watched James get thrown off his board.

"I have eaten it before, I just haven't had it in a while." Kainga said cautiously. "Ice cream is something for special occasions, at least back home. We make our own with the cattle's milk and freshly picked berries from the farm. So we don't supply it as much-" he stated with a huff, holding onto his sunhat before it blew away in the costal breeze. "Also you're blocking my sun, and making the blanket all wet."

The way James shuffled his feet with a nervous cough showed that he knew he was in trouble. His attitude soon switched up however as the Kiwi threw on a raggy grey singlet of his favorite band and scruffled his hair dry, shaking it off in the same fashion a wet dog would. Kainga seethed back when a few spatters of saltwater landed on his face. "JAMES!" he hissed and wafted him away with his hand. James laughed loudly.

"C'mon! We're going for Ice cream!" He helped the Tongan to his feet, hardly able to contain his excitement with the bright beam across his face. Kainga knew he couldn't argue when he was as happy as this, and ice cream did sound like a real good idea right now, something to help cool off under the New Zealand's summer scorch. Kainga laughed gently with his hand in James's and the other holding his sunhat on his head as he was pulled through the dunes where the sand got swallower. Surrounded by chartreuse yellow-green scrubs of bush that peeked out from windblown golden sand path that slowly faded into grass beneath his bare feet.

He reminded himself to never let James decide anything for himself, it always left them stood here for what felt like a millennia with James choosing what flavor he wanted. In the end, getting a double scoop of his infamous Hokey Pokey flavor for them to share. Consisting of plain vanilla ice cream with small, solid lumps of honeycomb toffee. Hokey pokey is the New Zealand term for honeycomb toffee, he knew that as James proceeded to not shut up about it. "Did you know there's also a dance called the Hokey Pokey?"

"Start dancing and I'll shove this into your face." Kainga eyed the obnoxiously large double scoop of ice cream he held in his hand with suspicion before tentatively taking a lick. James grinned victoriously as Kainga yelped with the sudden epiphany that ice cream was good.

"See? I told you it was good!" James sang happily as Kainga took another, more generous lick. "Careful though. If you go too fast you’ll get brain freeze."

As if summoned by James’s warning, Kainga felt the sharp stab of pain associated with a headache. His hand flew to his head and he groaned. James laughed in good humor before sympathetically licking the melted ice cream dripping onto his hand. Wrapping his fingers around Kainga's fingers and the cone itself as he leaned down to try some again. Kainga suddenly flushed rather deeply before a warm grin spread across his face. He laughed out "Careful it's melting!"

He knew all too well James was a messy eater, the way he sloppily licked at the side of the cone to try and stop the dripping at its source. Hunched over slightly so he could get a better stance and taste around it, it worked with Kainga's height who helped aid him by holding it out. Only succeeding in it dripping down his own fingers now, both of their hands covered in melted ice cream and James with it all over his face, sticking to the individual hairs that grew across his face. Finally, he'd managed to clean it all up again, pulling back before licking his fingers with a smirk. "Hmhm...delicious.~" he paused and cleaned his sticky hands on his singlet. "There, all clean! Oh! I missed a spot!"

James leaned down again to give the tip of Kainga's nose another sloppy kiss with a hint of his tongue there too, he really thought he could get away with that. Kainga blushed and bashfully thanked James before focusing back on his ice cream. James, apparently in a playful mood, helped him out by licking at the other side of the cone. Kainga had to blush every time James’s tongue brushed against his ‘accidentally’ but he made no move to pull away.

"James, you've got it all over your face." Kainga pointed out teasingly, crossing his arms with a halfhearted attempt at modesty. With James now holding the half eaten ice cream, Kainga could place his hands where ever he pleased. Right now, that was on James's chest, standing up on his tippy toes as he used the New Zealander for balance. Giving him a rather surprising glance as the Tongan proceeded to fully lick the ice cream off his face cheekily. His hands moving from his chest to the curve of his neck as he continued. He knew he'd cleaned him thoroughly when he could taste the leftover Marmite in his beginnings of a beard from this mornings breakfast.

James's surprised fluster soon turned steamy enough to melt the ice cream he was holding. When most of the ice cream was gone, they both abandoned the cone to have an impromptu make out session. "Yer seem to really like it all over me face love~"

He doesn't notice it until it's too late.

The giant black Huntsman spider that was currently hung from it's string of slick web, blocking James's escape to freedom. There's a window behind him, that's another option but he's too occupied with being scared shitless of the seemingly docile creature that was minding it's own business in his kitchen. The only reason Kainga didn't come over to check if he was okay being alone in the kitchen due to his tendencies of burning everything he touches, he didn't smell any burning this time around. For the most part it was odd, his fear only rapidly escalating when he hears a girlish scream coming from the kitchen.

What did he expect? Something that wasn't what he saw.

There was James, curled up atop of the kitchen counter top with a spatula in hand like that was going to do any damage if the thing got any closer. He was shaking like mad, practically crying in fear, Kainga had never seen him act like this before. For the man who in all aspects of his life was completely fearless, the Huntsman spider on the floor having stopped him dead in his tracks and caused the big strong Kiwi to scream like a little girl.

Cockroaches? The most ugliest bugs known to man kind? James would stomp on them like it was nothing. Spiders however, he drew the line. It was the only thing in the animal kingdom to send him running for the hills or convulsing into fits of screams and cries at even the sight of the tiniest Jumping spider.

Kainga is nothing short of furious when he arrives at the others door, giving James a glare that could turn flesh to stone as he pushed past him and to the kitchen. This was by far the stupidest thing the other had made him do in a while, grabbing a plastic cup from a cupboard and slamming the door shut, not caring the New Zealander flinched as he stormed his way over to the kitchen.

A part of him hoped it was poisonous so he could throw it at the bastard once he was done.

The spider was still on the floor, James going absolutely nuts when the thing started to skitter around on the floor on all eight legs it had. Kainga thought his fear of spiders, especially hairy ones, to be completely irrational. The spiders were big and hairy, a lot like the others own legs. The Tongan slamming the cup over it and sliding the paper under it. He doesn’t care how much the other would whine about it, he wasn’t killing it. A Spider was still an animal even if the other had a hilarious fear of them.

Clicking his tongue, it’s thrown out of the window almost carelessly, Kainga slamming the window shut with half the force he’d used on the cupboard, covering the cup with paper again and humming as he left. He may as well have some fun with this, considering the other made him get up from where he was comfortably sat outside in order to get rid of a spider.

“Is it gone?” He hears James whimper pathetically from the kitchen.

“Uh-huh.”

“Is... it in the cup?”

“Uh-huh.”

There’s a moment of silence between them as James stare at the cup and Kainga just looks at him, smirk slowly growing on his lips, chuckling as James swallowed thickly. His foot still hung out a bit away from the floor as he braved the idea of getting off the counter. Only to make his heart start racing again when Kainga confirms to him that the spider could very well still be out for blood.

“Kai, babe, don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t do what you’re thinking about doing?”

“And what is it I’m thinking of doing, James? I’m just going to let the spider go~”

“You’re going to let it go on me-e-e-e-!”

Kainga can’t help but howl with laughter as James screams about the cup of air being thrown on him. He feels it’s cruel and unusual to trick someone into thinking you threw a spider on them, James promptly dashing off of the counter and rugby tackling Kainga as if for his own safety like he'd just saved him from an explosion. Only to explode himself into fits of disbelief, his rage overtaken by fear until he realizes the cup was empty this whole time.

It was becoming agonizing, only expanding with the increasing frequency. A horrible dreaded feeling that had infecting him and, as if it was possible, he felt even worse now, more than ever before. Not only that, he couldn't understand where this feeling came from nor how to even get rid of it. It felt like a constant fever, leaving to constant nightmares and in a fever like state of panic when his vision turned to static.

Like an out of body experience, he'd get to places that he didn't remember him coming to. Or even wanting to come to for that matter, waking up like he was sleep walking yet very much awake. Only to be overcome afterwards by a feeling of anguish.

He wakes with a jolt, sweat drenched and panting, eyes checking the room with paranoia as if expecting the creatures to be there, Kainga’s ears still ringing from the screams they gave out as they tore into him, the Tongan checking his skin for marks only to find nothing there bar a faint splattering of freckles and moles. Attempting to wipe the sweat from his face when his mind catches up to his body, trying his best to calm down. His heart racing so hard in terror that he felt like it would just rip out of his chest at any second.

The dreams where more frequent now, starting some months ago the nightmares only happened once in a while, sometimes twice a week and then nothing for another 4 before they came back but now, now this had been going on every night since he’d argued with James in his flat in Auckland. Slumping against the headboard in defeat, he runs a hand through his hair and taps his head against the board, staring at the ceiling as if it would give him the answers he was looking for. Everything seemed to die down him like the aftermath of a rapid wildfire.

He doesn't dare try and sleep after that, he was awake now. The alarm clock flashes up beside him once he turns over to rest his head on the pillow that wasn't drenched in sweat. Nearly 3am. He can't help but grumble at that resolution, leading his eyes to lazily trail down to the other end of the room, for once, a smile appears on the Tongan's lips again. Now there's a friendly face. Rex was sat very politely near around the foot of his bed, his tongue lulled out coupled with his wagging tail could only mean one thing. The dog wanted to go outside, evident by the small whines and tapping of his claws on the wooden floor boards.

Sighing solemnly, he threw the bed sheets off of him and got out of bed to open the door for Rex. The Jack Russel terrier skittered out of his room once the door was open, Kainga watched him as he saw him run out onto the garden. Waiting on bated breath and hoping he doesn't make too much noise, Kainga looked out onto the view from his window and biting his lower lip nervously.

Out his window is a small tainted view of Nuku'alofa harbor, lights reflecting off the waters through the thick tropical bush that surrounded his leveled window. Some boats with their cargo slowly docked into the harbor, panning peacefully across the still waters. Fields of sheep herds are scattered along the horizon with their early morning grazing in the paddocks, he heard them out the back behind the house in the small piece of land his family owned, with the few dozen sheep and chickens that liked to roam around the property. Rex always loved to chase the hens around their roost, he remembered having to put the wired fence around it to stop him from getting in. It was a home, his home, that didn't feel like home anymore.

“It’s not like I won’t ever see this place again…” Kainga mumbles to no one, shaking his head and sipping the lukewarm water that he’d left by his bedside. He should sleep, he knows he should, he can’t take another day of exhaustion and sleep deprivation, more so with the flight back to Auckland the day after tomorrow.

“I wish you were here.” He speaks to himself again, leaning out of the window and enjoying the crisp winter air as he rested his chin on his hand, staring at the trees at the bottom of his garden blankly before retreating back inside and closing his window once Rex had come back into his room and finished his business outside. He let out a small yap before pouncing up onto Kainga's bed, curling up in his favorite spot which happened to be Kainga's over pillow, now covered in sweat. Kainga chuckled as Rex made a small unimpressed whine and curled up next to him instead.

Did he wish James was here? Yes. Yes he did. It seemed the more time he spent away from James the worse he felt. Now he was just stuck, completely unprepared to face what was coming next.

---

He can’t recall the amount of times he’s burnt his hand trying the door, tanned flesh now red, mottled and shiny, painful to move and even if Marianne was telling him to stop before he wrecks it completely he can’t. James just can’t. He doesn't care how much the metal hurts him, he needed to get to Kainga. He knew he was hiding from him again, his lackey's attempts at a search for him proving fruitless threw him into a fit of rage. Taking matters into his own, very burnt, two hands.

He doesn't know why he's chasing after him, going against his original plan of letting Kainga come back to him or...the latter of Kainga having to kill himself. Either way, he was a different demon than he was last year. His feelings for Kainga had gone beyond his reach and whatever love the King of Hell could feel, it was there for the Tongan mortal he almost killed with his ute.

This time it’s different.

As the door handle twists to open, he starts apologizing, a slew of words about how he came off a bit strong and the crumbled, half wilted flowers in his hand cut off by a masculine voice too deep and too, well, Scandinavian to be that of his queen’s, finding Kainga’s Danish friend looking at him and instantly he shuts up.

"Hej? Can I help you?"

He should probably start thanking the stars that Densen didn't recognize him at first, if he did he'd be dead on sight after what Kainga had told the Dane. This is ridiculous. James had planned out how this was all going to play out in his head. He was going to burst in and apologies, the Tongan would be swept off his feet and accept his apology before dipping him and making sweet, sweet love in the middle of his living room. Make up sex at its finest that nobody could ever top him at.

But instead he had a confused Dane blocking his way and a burning palm from touching a bleeding doorknob.

"You're not Kai-"

"You're right, I'm not, good observation skills you got there."

James couldn't help but snarl a little, who did this mortal think he was? Does he know who the other is? It sent James psychically twitching at the sight of Densen grinning at him, having urges to drop some kind of heavy object on his head. Turns out, James couldn't take a taste of his own medicine. If he wasn't completely furious, already on a short enough fuse, James would be rather humbled by the cocky Dane. He had to find his Queen, but why was this monkey in his apartment?

"What are ya doin in his apartment then?" James feigned a polite question, trying to ignore everything that told him to strangle the Dane on sight. His grip tightening around the withered flowers that had burned at their stem from James's temper.

"I'm house sitting." Densen leaned on the doorway, giving him a suspicious glance by tilting his head upwards. "He's gone back to Tonga to see his parents, left before the year started again. Got hurt and heartbroken by a particular kiwi, do you happen to know who that is?"

James winced at the tone of the last sentence. Shit, he was onto him. The darkening of Densen's gaze only made that more obvious. "N-no clue mate..."

The only thing that came out of this was where he had some idea where his Queen was, although the source it came from was untrustworthy. He could be leading him on a wild goose chase. For all he knew, Kainga could be somewhere like England or just on the other side of the world, James just hoped he was still on Earth. His lackeys had still not returned from their final trip in an attempt to find him. Getting a unnerving squint from Densen made him tense up a little.

"Yeah, right okay." Densen said in that same angry tone with a sarcastic underlay. "Do you want a drink? You came over here to see him and he's not here so..."

As much as James wanted to deny his offer, due to the fact the Dane would most likely spike his drink when he wasn't looking, he knew he needed some kind of break. Maybe Kainga left a clue in the apartment to his whereabouts. Densen moved from the doorway, gesturing for the other to come in with his hand as he returned into the inner confines of the flat, Satan following edgily as if expecting a bucket of holy water to drop on him. It wouldn't surprise him in the slightest.

He caught a glimpse of the door handle as he walked inside. There, dangling off the handle was a chain with a cross, tied on as tightly as possible. He felt unwell as soon as he saw it, that would explain why his hand was so burnt. He knew Kainga was wearing the crucifix again, that's why he couldn't find him, the trick he used after their first date when he finally found him in the University library. At least he knew vaguely where he was now, he was in Tonga with his mother and, whilst the temptation to follow and track him down is there he wouldn’t, more like he couldn't with the forces against him.

"You just want some water? Coffee or tea?" Densen called from Kainga's kitchen after he left the King of Hell standing in the living room.

"Huh? Oh. Just water please."

Call it strange, but the flat doesn’t feel like a home anymore. Nothing much had changed, everything exactly where it was down to the rugby mugs on the kitchen side, piled haphazardly on top of each other as a reminder to the New Zealander that the Tongan rugby team 'Ikale Tahi' were better than the All Blacks and the pictures of friends, family and a dog on the sides and walls. The tea stain still on the coffee table that had attempted to be cleaned off, feeling a stab through his heart when he sees the dead flowers in the pot on the table. The ones he had given him, just left to die and abandoned.

Even with all that, it still felt nothing like a home. It was empty, too void of Kainga.

His thoughts are interrupted by Densen shoving a glass of water to him. "Here. I'm going to clean up the rest of the dishes. Stay as long as you need." Densen was quick to brush past him back into the other room. James only looked down at the glass, slushing it around before looking up to make sure he wasn't being watched. He threw it quickly into the pot of the dead heilala flowers, hearing a hot sizzle when the water hits the soil. Yeah that was definitely spiked. This Danish idiot thought he could actually poison Satan himself, he thought with a dark chuckle.

Even after all of this his ego remained somewhat untouched. Developing human emotions didn't make him any less of a reckless bastard.

As expected, he doesn't stay for long. It only takes Densen looking over the kitchen top to find that he had seemingly disappeared. Which was weird, considering he didn't see him leave, nor heard the door open and shut behind him. All is left of him is the cup he gave him and a pair of burning foot prints from where he was stood, charring at the carpet. A trail of withered leaves and flowers from when he had walked inside, now the bunch was left on the table. He remembered Kainga joking about the buffoon thinking he's Satan and all but, surely it wasn't actually true. Densen shook it off, he wasn't going to stoop down to that level of insanity. But it did make him think, acknowledge the possibility. That only made him more worried for Kainga.

He was starting to wonder if he had just imagined the New Zealander's whole arrival entirely.

James got what he needed, a possible lead to where he could be. But he didn't want to waste his time on some superstition, he wasn't to trust a man who just spiked his drink. Back in his office in Hell, it's dark with the blinds still drawn over. Piles of unsigned paperwork are promptly ignored as he goes to open the blinds, letting the blazing red light illuminate the room. Swearing under his breath that the storm above them was somehow getting closer, sharp electrical currents striking across the dark crimson skies. From up here, he can see all of Hell. A twisted version of its earthly counterpart, James thought it even more beautiful. He turned back, returning to the task at hand as he left Hell's bustling streets full of demons.

He shifted through papers, he had a map of the Overworld somewhere. It wasn't unusual for his office to be such a mess, he wasn't exactly a tidy person, making such a statement that he'd rather rip out his eyes than live in anything that wasn't a trashed office. When he hears a knock, he half expects to to be Marianne who usually took it upon herself to clean his office while he's away and can't complain to her about it.

Instead, he was greeted by two, very proud looking demons. Eduard and Tolys stood at his door way when James called for them to come in, practically grinning from ear to ear. He's surprised, giving the two a look like he's seeing things that shouldn't be there.

"Oi- you two? What are you doing back here?"

"We have new information about your Queen's whereabouts sir." The Lithuanian demon said with a hint of a chortle as James's expression changed from surprised to alert and interested as soon as the words slipped from his mouth. "Nuku'alofa, Tonga. He's back visiting his mother, we even got the address for you." Perhaps the reason they were smiling so brightly was that James had promised to pay them handsomely. He handed the King of Hell a small rolled up parchment.

James didn't even have time to thank them, like something clicked in his brain, that Dane was telling the truth. He knew where Kainga was, there was no time to waste. The parchment was snatched out of the servant demon's hand, followed by a sharp wind of James dashing past them at break neck speeds, not even thinking as he quickly reached his balcony. His foot hit the top of the barrier, lifting his body up and over the balcony entirely, jumping off it like a stuntman. Before he could hit the city and ground below him there was a loud cracking noise, James disappeared into a flurry of flames mid air. Leaving nothing but a trail of smoke in his way as he had seemingly evaporated.

"SIR!" Tolys managed out as they rushed to the side of the offices balcony, stopping themselves quickly as all they caught a glimpse of was the flames. Flames acting like they had just caught fire to flammable gas before dying out. James was gone before they could even inform him of Kainga returning to Auckland that night.

Eduard gave Tolys a nervous side glance. "We're not getting paid are we."

---

His flight was due to leave tonight, he hadn't even finished packing. His mother had been frantic in worry that he would not be able to catch it in time, they weren't the type of family that could afford many flights, especially to an entirely different country across the Pacific. She ended up just taking over, packing his suitcase for him and hurrying out the house to take Rex for another walk while she did so.

He found it weird, Rex was a lot more timid on his walk. Often staying beside Kainga in a protective way near his heels, even with the tug of his leash Rex would not be pulling him along like usual. It was like something unfavorable was following them, making Kainga even more uneasy as they walked into the city for the last time. He'd be back to see Rex again, he was sure of it. Yet he gave Rex one last walk to his favorite spots before he left. Although the dog never strayed too far from him, even off his leash.

"Hey Rex stop dicking around would you? What's wrong with you?" he asked the dog like he was expecting to get an answer. He'd tripped over the dog about five times already and wasn't having it due to him spilling his morning coffee all over himself whenever he did. Slowing down his walking around Nuku'alofa just to put some distance between him and Rex. Why was he acting like this all of a sudden? Maybe he just knew that he was leaving today as a means to try and stop him from flying back. Of course he had his fair share of bad omens ever since he met James. Those creatures he kept seeing in his dreams and sometimes in his life served as the most obvious ones.

Stopping by a small market in town, he remembered he had to buy something for his friends back home. Just his luck that he'd left his phone at home so he couldn't call them to ask what they would like. It was also just his luck that, if he did have his phone on him, he'd see the messages from Densen telling him about his meeting with James. Trying to warn him more or less subtly, his phone was just left ringing on his bedside table with no one able to answer it.

Wasting most of his afternoon buying gifts for his friends, he took Rex along the beach to watch the sun start to set over the horizon as they walked back home. Checking the time, he still had plenty of it left before his flight took off and with his mother he didn't need to worry about packing. He looked back at his footprints in the sand, Rex bouncing after him and following at a trot along the sand. He'd miss Tonga, it was his home after all. He'd miss his family, the beaches, the towns, culture and people. He'd be back soon. He knew it.

As he got back into his house he felt a sense of relief. Maybe coming here wasn't such a bad idea, he did feel a bit better after that beach walk. All he had to do was pack the gifts up then get changed into an outfit more suitable to fly in. Climbing the stairs up to his room he felt awful, that sense of dread quickly over taking the relief as his heart and breathing started to pick up pace. Every step he took up each stair seemed, hollow, like at any second it would break from beneath him. His throat tightened and his lips trembled quickly making his way up the last few steps into his room, slamming his bedroom door.

Pressed against the door, he didn't dare look behind him. He was struggling to breath as his nails scraping into the wood. He wasn't alone in the room, Rex had started scratching and barking at the door, trying desperately to get in an protect his owner. So that was why he was acting strangely. He should've trusted him when something seemed amiss. When something seemed terribly wrong, he doesn't even have to look back at he man he knows is. The name slips off of his tongue in a harsh whisper. "James..."

"Darlin." The only word spoken when Kainga mustered up the courage to look over his shoulder. The rage steadily building inside the Tongan at his voice.

Why was he here. Why now, how the fuck did he even find him. Kainga's stare was like daggers, his fists shaking like he was going to punch him any second. When he got the chance.

"What are you doing here-"

"I came to see you, that is all. We need to talk."

"Talk!?" Kainga turned around to finally face him. "What is there to talk about?! Did you forget the part where you almost killed me?! More than once?! Did you forget when you screamed at me from behind a door, told me to kill myself for you, or when you almost burnt half of my fucking hand off?! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO 'TALK' ABOUT?!" he yelled at him, almost like a scream but it was far too low pitched to be counted as one.

If he got the chance, he'd scream to the heavens.

"Kai, honey, I wanted to apologize. I know...I know I came off too strong but we can talk about it!"

"I don't want your apology you sick bastard-" Kainga snapped at him angrily. "I said I wanted you gone and I've fucking stuck by it. I told you to leave and never come back, I don't want your fucking sympathy."

James could only stare, he was running out of options here. Kainga was being more stubborn than he'd hoped for, leaving him standing there like the words he yelled didn't hurt. Kainga's voice cracking up into saddened shudders like it was from behind the door, his anger was overriding the sadness he felt telling him these things. James was left sizzling like a cigarette being stepped on and put out.

"I know you may never forgive me for what I did," James started, etching closer or at least as close as he could to him in attempts of comfort. "I wouldn't either, you can't get any further away before you start coming back. If you could just calm down, I can explain myself and save you!"

"Save me from what?!"

"What's going to have to happen to you if you don't hear me out." The sternness and seriousness of James's voice made Kainga freeze up with fear. He didn't know what he meant by that, only knowing how sheer of a threat it sounded like. Who was he to believe him now? He was just going to feed him more lies, manipulate him further into he's practically forced to become his Queen.

What he didn't know, was the extents that James was willing to go to get him.

If he knew, he wouldn't lunge at him like he did. He wouldn't scream how much he hates him as his fist raised above his head, aiming right at James's face. It all went in slow motion, rushing at James to punch him square in the face might have been the worse mistake of his life up until that point. No time to stop himself as James's grabbed the fist meant to punch him, Kainga was too blinded by tears to notice anything. His vision a blur before he heard it, before he felt it.

The loud ear bursting bang that shattered his hearing, causing a ringing in his head. Followed by what scared him the most, his stomach dropping. His insides feeling like they were going to rip out of his very body against high speed winds that engulfed his body. The feeling, like he was going to regurgitate his lungs out onto the ground. However, there was no ground.

Only realizing he was falling when his body collided with something that felt like concrete. Smooth concrete. A loud crack of what sounded like bone when he landed, followed by a pain in his arm and hand. His body doesn't adjust at first, only feeling how sickening cold the atmosphere was around him, how the wind seemed in some ways thinner than usual. He'd been teleported by contact with James, somewhere else.

Where? He wish he didn't find out.

Coming back to his senses, only to be blinded by a bright blue light that invaded his vision. He was already dizzy enough, getting up in a kneeling position as his vision slowly returned. Still mostly deaf from the ringing in his ear. Taking a shaky breath to calm his nerves, quick and panicked as he looked around his surroundings. Shit. He knew where he was as soon as he looked behind him. There he was sat, on top of one of the highest buildings in Auckland. The Auckland ANZ building, only a few meters off from being as tall as the Sky Tower, 151 meters above the city below.

The panic returns, why is he up here? Kainga hated heights, scrambling back towards the giant strip of blinding blue light that surrounded a dome on top of the building. He gripped it in fear, his legs trembling almost about to give way.

The rooftop didn't have much salvable flat area. He was now stuck between James and a 151 meter drop off the building towards certain death. Palms still flat against the strip of illuminating lights against the darkness of the night, he made his way around to see if there was some kind of escape. The strip was too high to climb over to get to the glass dome, there was no way around it either other than a thin concrete ledge that'd just take him back to where he'd dropped in.

He couldn't help it, he started to cry. He hadn't even said goodbye and with no signs of James he felt like this was truly his last resort. The wind picked up, a cool winter breeze that made him tumble at even the slightest hint of it as he steadily made his way over to the edge. Tears streaming down his face as he desperately attempted to wipe them away. Taking a shaky breath to calm his nerves, he headed for the edge, leaning over and swallowing thickly before balking and backing off, breaths quick and panicked as he leant against the strip. He can’t do it, he’d been thinking about it since the argument and now that he was here, he couldn’t do it.

The city below him, all those people had no idea he was up there. Like they'd be any help, they couldn't hear his screams of desperation for someone to help him. His throat growing hoarse with his pleading cries and lack of response from someone. Anybody. No one was here to save him now, not even God. Only the absent Devil he expected to see, he expected him to start mocking him when he showed up but alas was no where to be seen against the dark sky.

A feeling of cowardice creeps up in him, Kainga hiccupping before he starts crying. To die or not to die? It’s too much, too much too soon and he’s not thought this through, he’s not thought anything through. He’d gone off on some reckless path from the day he was run over by some jumped up, satanic bastard in a Ute and now he's about to kill himself for him. He didn't have a choice, no rational thinking was here, not when he was on top of the ANZ building with no other way to leave than down. But if reckless thinking had got him in this mess, it would also be what got him out of it, pushing himself from the strip of blinding blue and approaching the edge once more, shaking hands pulling him up onto the ledge and he finds himself looking down once more, breathing slowly coming to a more calm stupor, the lights and sound of the city beneath him surprisingly therapeutic as he, at last, removed the cross from around his neck.

As the metal chain slips from his fingers he feels the panic come back, the city sounds no longer calming to him but only heightening the fear. Like the rooftop caved in from beneath his feet, he doesn’t want to die, not alone like this, legs wobbling and his balance nearly failing him, when they do he feels like it's all over. Slipping from the ledge he managed to catch himself on the smooth concrete. Watching the crucifix fall into the streets below and disappear as he's left hanging there, sure to be next. Hands clasping over his ledge as the bile threatens to leave his lips.

"JAMES!!!"

He doesn't know why his first instinct was to scream the other's name as he was clutching on for dear life against the ledge. The agonizing pain shooting from one of his hands that he'd landed on and most likely broken. The concrete digging into his palms, coating them in sweat as he felt like he was about to give up and plummet to his death. Such a selfish way to go, his mother always told him. She'd hate him for this, they all would. In some lovesick hope that the other would appear and help him, tell him not to do it and take him back home, before his apparent suicide makes him miss his flight back home. Though, he was already here, in Auckland and would he not tell him to do it? That was what had lead him to this in the first place, lead him to this roof top in Auckland not far off from where they had met.

"You called?"

A voice cut through his panicked daze, the suddenness causing him to jump, for a spilt second his hands left the edge of the rooftop. In that second Kainga felt his soul leave his body, only to come back down when a burnt hand grabs onto his. A single kiss is placed onto the back of his hand from the demon who'd just caught him, acting like he wasn't dangling him from a roof. And a surprisingly warm smile can be seen on his face to say they hadn’t parted on the best of terms. Oh lord, how he’s missed the other. “So I take it from the situation, this is you agreeing to being my queen?”

"You're asking me that now!?"

James laughed. "Maybe. But I've changed my mind on letting you die like this." he yelled against the winds, regret filling his voice in a believable way that Kainga had never heard James speak like that before. "I love you Kainga, truly, whether you become my queen or not. I know we didn’t part on the best terms but you know I would always catch you when you fall, I'm sorry I put you through all this trouble but I need you to just trust me."

Kainga eyed the distance between them, feeling his fingers slip from James's grasp only causing them to tighten, he already knows the 35 floor drop that awaits below his hanging body. Onto nothing but the city below if he was to fall, would James keep his word and catch him? Shaking, he steadily looked back up at him. His mind racing faster than it had ever done before, his heart in his throat causing him to choke on it every time he attempted to breathe. Perhaps a quick death would be better than an eternity of suffering, James's words only held lightweight compared to the heaviness of the thoughts telling him to do it.

Whether Kainga took up James's offer to save him, each beat of his heart bolts into the other, carelessly bashing through in a massive disarray of doubt and regret, for realization is only of his attention once it is too late.

Too late to think.

He doesn't know what does it, Kainga's hand slipping from the grasp of James's fingers or James simply just letting go. Whatever it was, he finds James's hand gone. All sense of breath leaves his lungs with his eyes wide like someone was prying them open. The pavement hurtling towards him, no chance to breath nor scream. Kainga, chest tightening, breath speeding, managed to force his eyes shut, bracing for impact. He was powerless versus gravity; falling.

Hoping James would catch him, at least get to see him for one last time. Yet the sight of him atop the building only gets smaller an smaller, only heard by James's screams after him. A scream of his name against the winds he's falling at. No one was coming to save him, barely managing to close his eyes before impact is reached.

Too late to realize, it was all part of James's plan to begin with.

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It hurts. A sickening silence is one to be drowned in, he couldn't hear his own screams. Everything hurts.

From the impact, he believes, opening his eyes to find nothing but darkness and for a moment he thinks he’s dreaming again as orange lights slowly appeared below him, distant at first, they grew numerous and closer quickly, a strange sense of déja-vu enveloping him and bringing a weighted nervousness with him as the lights started to highlight facial features and suddenly he knew where he was.

He was in his nightmare.

It still felt like he was falling. The way his stomach lunged and churned, it almost felt like he was upside down. They surround and circle, fire like eyes and gaunt faces ever watching him, never blinking and encroaching further and further as Kainga desperately searched for an exit, arms reaching upwards only to find a low ceiling, his furious bangs on the surface seeming to excite as much as his screams for help.

Although he was in his nightmare, everything was so real. This was real, playing out before him as his screams of desperation are tuned out, attracting the unwanted attention of the creatures from his omens. He knew what to do, managing what little bit of energy he had left in him. Dragging his corpse like body up, he ran. As fast as he fucking could.

Sure enough, it chases after him. The Hell beast ran after him on its all four elongated legs, that singular claw extending from inside its middle toe. Arms and digitigrade legs end in claws; its skin is slimy. Rows of sharp blades protruding from it's mouth, letting out guttural growls and shrieks as it hunted him down. The final chase, but he didn't remember there being an exit in his nightmares. Just endless darkness that suffocated him.

As his screams grow in desperation, the floor became alight with more of the damned, the darkness replaced by an almost blinding fire as gnarled hands clawed at his legs, the once solid floor started to move. Distorting itself like it was alive, spitting up at him like lava. It became harder to run, the light from below him was a blazing fire orange, shoving through the black charred molten substances that formed into a quicksand like texture. Desperate attempts to pull his legs up and out of the endless pit of other suicide victims, their zombie like appendages gripping up at his neck and face as he sunk more. It burned, everything burned, slow and excruciating pain that only got more intense with the further he sank. There was no solid objects to pull himself out from, the darkness had evaporated into nothing but an atmosphere ablaze. The inferno blow him dragging him down, he's helpless to its force against him.

The last remaining piece of Kainga, an outstretched hand for the silver of salvation, the rest of his body disappeared under and that final chance soon joined the fray. Giving out one last anguished and desperate scream of James.

He was in a place far worse than Hell.

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AN: We've done it, we've reached the end of Call me Satan Darling, at long last. Also before you come at him with torches and pitchforks because I left it on a cliffhanger, yes there will be another installment to this series. Eventually, that's all I can say.

I promise I won't leave you guys hanging ;) *wink wink nudge nudge you see what I did there*

The building used in this is the ANZ Center, I’m not actually sure what it looks like on the top as all searches to find this proved fruitless, so I just went with my own assumptions from the few ariel shots of it I could find;;