The teen smiled hopefully at Path from the outside, but was met only with disappointment as the door slammed shut. His violet eyes flickered to the ground as he fell to his hands and knees, a blank expression on his face. Forcing a cheery tone, Edge attempted to talk to Path through the door. "You don't want me inside with you? Oh... Okay..." The human said as happily as he could. 'He doesn't trust you. He's hiding something!' A voice shouted at him from inside his mind. "I'm here for you, Path. I'll always be here for you..." As Edge rose to his feet, the voice continued to chorus... 'Kill him.' As He crawled back under the covers, he couldn't help but think how cold and empty it felt. But Edge had spent countless nights alone in his own bed, after a long day of work. Not to mention, in his past lives...
Every day. Edge would knock on the door, to no avail. He would always wonder if he would just wake up one day and find that this was all a dream, but of course it would never happen. Though being isolated from Path hurt, Edge found a bigger problem- the voices kept Speaking to him!
"Kill him."
"Crush the eggs."
"Be the one to slice off his head!"
"Kill him before he kills you!"
"He doesn't love you, you know. You tricked him."
After a while, these voices wore him down, and edge began to lose himself. All he wanted was to cuddle with Path. Or maybe just forget. It was easier to forget. Edge's hair was out of order, and his eyes had a crazed, bloodshot look. He couldn't help but wonder if their kids would have violet eyes. Having that would be awful. Passing his curse down to his offspring... Sometimes, Edge would lose it and bang on the door, begging to at least see his mate. But this had no result. Sometimes he would ask, inquire, interrogate. But he would never get more than a grunt or snort in response. Edge didn't understand why this was happening to them, why Path couldn't trust him. Was it possible he knew? That he had enslaved him and... and... No! It wasn't possible. Was it?
Edge's scales stopped coming out. Unfortunately, his voices only got louder, until Edge began to recognize them for what they truly were- his thoughts. This was why Path couldn't -didn't- trust him. After a week, Edge reverted back to his seemingly normal self. He read at the library, took naps, did some research, and left plates of food outside the dragon's room.
After two weeks, Edge had enough. The mental stress was... too much. To fight for someone you couldn't even interact with was infuriating. Eventually, Edge gave into his darker nature. He began to sleep more, drinking in exactly what he could do as a hydra, even in this reduced state.
Edge walked to the outside of the dragon's room. He still loved the dragon, but was rather irritated. "Path-Path..." Edge sang. "You know..." He giggled insanely. "I've had enough of your foolishness!" He said in a chipper tone. "So, I'm coming in. It's alright..." He began, eyes beginning to darken. "You don't have to let me in..." As Edge spoke, a mist began to appear around him. It was dark and slipped under the door. It was a mental impairment serum. Over the course of a week, Edge had relearned most of his basic skills. He learned he fought using a near-unavoidable mist that contained toxins, depending on what he willed. While Noire's use of the mist to enslave humans was impressive, her ability paled in comparison to Edge's. As the first hydra, the original, he had much stronger poisons.
After a few minutes, Edge sang, "Open the door, love..." Though His poison was strong, so was Path. There was a chance this wouldn't be successful.
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Harp hummed soothingly as Bel's hood fell. He raised his other hand to caress the lovestruck demon's arm. As Harp continually stroked his victim's orange mop of hair, he noticed that it became darker as it got closer to the root. Harp wondered vaguely if Bel did this on purpose, or if it was natural. He also noticed a metal earring on the demon's ear. Pink eyes glittered with fascination.
Since Bel had decided to get down just a bit, did this mean he was giving up? Or perhaps he just was tired, or wanted to shrink? At any rate, it appeared that Harp's arrows had done their job. The poison of love was already making its way through Bel's body. It would swim around in his deepest desires, poke at his heart, and tug at his inner warmth... Well, not exactly. Unfortunately, what Harp did remember about shooting arrows at demons was not good. The thing with darker beings was that they had no light whatsoever. Nein. Zero. Lacking. Missing.
Since there was no love to be pulled out, there was only one thing that could surface- lust. However, Harp knew Bel wasn't entirely lost. If he was pure evil, why did he offer his help and assistance? There would be no easy answer to this question. It wasn't farfetched to say, though, that Bel was more likely to experience extreme lust than sweet love. Harp's gaze reached out to Bel.
"Everyone's dirty. Nothing's clean. I don't want to clean you..." Harp murmured, bringing himself closer. "You don't... Want to be cleaned, do you? All I want to do is to help you... Plus, I can make you feel... feel really, really good." The cupid soothed.
Since Bel had decided to get down just a bit, did this mean he was giving up? Or perhaps he just was tired, or wanted to shrink? At any rate, it appeared that Harp's arrows had done their job. The poison of love was already making its way through Bel's body. It would swim around in his deepest desires, poke at his heart, and tug at his inner warmth... Well, not exactly. Unfortunately, what Harp did remember about shooting arrows at demons was not good. The thing with darker beings was that they had no light whatsoever. Nein. Zero. Lacking. Missing.
Since there was no love to be pulled out, there was only one thing that could surface- lust. However, Harp knew Bel wasn't entirely lost. If he was pure evil, why did he offer his help and assistance? There would be no easy answer to this question. It wasn't farfetched to say, though, that Bel was more likely to experience extreme lust than sweet love. Harp's gaze reached out to Bel.
"Everyone's dirty. Nothing's clean. I don't want to clean you..." Harp murmured, bringing himself closer. "You don't... Want to be cleaned, do you? All I want to do is to help you... Plus, I can make you feel... feel really, really good." The cupid soothed.
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Edge's cursed eyes widened when he saw Path start to tear up. Was Path crying out of pain...? He had never, ever seen this before. It hurt, seeing him like this. Edge quickly blinked the sleep out of his eyes. "R-Right! Leggo... Love... I'll get you... Yay!" Edge stammered, trying to get his words in order. It didn't help that he was still drowsy. However, he wouldn't be stopped from helping his mate!
Though Path wasn't too big, he was pretty toned and was fairly heavy. But Edge wouldn't dare stop! He was frantic. "Don't worry, Path... I'll get you there if it kills me!" The smaller male choked out, dragging the dragon. They had selected a room just for this purpose. Why they called it the S room was a little unknown to him. Maybe it was because Skylark and Sleipnir both started with an S? At any rate, Edge decided he did want offspring. Especially since they were fast learners. There was nothing like an emergency to spark your hidden passions...
When they were in range of the room, Edge let out a shout as Path suddenly propelled himself at the open doorway and began to transform almost immediately. Edge ran to follow, but didn't walk inside. The look Path shot him was enough. "Path! What can I do...?" Edge asked the now giant dragon in a lost voice. He was so... unsure. He had never had any experience with this, at all. The scientist began to breathe deeply.
Though Path wasn't too big, he was pretty toned and was fairly heavy. But Edge wouldn't dare stop! He was frantic. "Don't worry, Path... I'll get you there if it kills me!" The smaller male choked out, dragging the dragon. They had selected a room just for this purpose. Why they called it the S room was a little unknown to him. Maybe it was because Skylark and Sleipnir both started with an S? At any rate, Edge decided he did want offspring. Especially since they were fast learners. There was nothing like an emergency to spark your hidden passions...
When they were in range of the room, Edge let out a shout as Path suddenly propelled himself at the open doorway and began to transform almost immediately. Edge ran to follow, but didn't walk inside. The look Path shot him was enough. "Path! What can I do...?" Edge asked the now giant dragon in a lost voice. He was so... unsure. He had never had any experience with this, at all. The scientist began to breathe deeply.
The angel wasn't angry or sad at being pushed away. He simply flowed with the motion, as if he didn't care. As pink eyes stared vacantly, as Harp thought. His eyes met his victims. Funny... It wasn't often a demon was considered a victim in anything, especially in affairs such as this. The snow haired male thought about how this could have ended very, very differently. If Bel had known he was a cupid from the start, then he would have been slaughtered before any of this had begun. Perhaps Bel would torture him, as he said he would. But now...
Nobody was immune to love-inducing arrows. And everyone could become a slave to their emotions. While seemingly harmless, a cupid could cause intense havoc. However, Harp wasn't about to rejoice. He felt inevitably guilty. Even though Bel was a demon, what did he do to Harp...? More importantly,what was Harp going to do to him? He looked so hurt. But Bel was powerful, that was for sure. This arrow would only last for a week, maybe a bit longer if he was lucky. By then, he would have to use more arrows and...
Harp realized he had screwed himself over. Sooner or later, Bel would come out of his state and then... probably exact revenge upon him. So, what to do? Harp could make this demon do practically whatever he wanted, so maybe he could have a few laughs along the way. Then again, maybe Harp really did want someone to hold on to at night to keep him safe and warm...
But there was one thing he knew he wasn't going to do for certain. Turn Bel in. Harp had already done this to him. He wanted... Something else from the demon. WHat exactly it was, however, was a mystery. "Bel..." Harp murmured soothingly. "It's okay. I don't think someone as... hot..." He repeated, "As you can be so nasty... Or shall I say, 'abundantly warm'?" He chuckled. "But... I don't plan on hurting you." Harp spoke with honesty, slowly creeping closer. "I don't plan on turning you in, Bel. I don't." Harp said, reaching to lace his fingers in the other's hair.
Nobody was immune to love-inducing arrows. And everyone could become a slave to their emotions. While seemingly harmless, a cupid could cause intense havoc. However, Harp wasn't about to rejoice. He felt inevitably guilty. Even though Bel was a demon, what did he do to Harp...? More importantly,what was Harp going to do to him? He looked so hurt. But Bel was powerful, that was for sure. This arrow would only last for a week, maybe a bit longer if he was lucky. By then, he would have to use more arrows and...
Harp realized he had screwed himself over. Sooner or later, Bel would come out of his state and then... probably exact revenge upon him. So, what to do? Harp could make this demon do practically whatever he wanted, so maybe he could have a few laughs along the way. Then again, maybe Harp really did want someone to hold on to at night to keep him safe and warm...
But there was one thing he knew he wasn't going to do for certain. Turn Bel in. Harp had already done this to him. He wanted... Something else from the demon. WHat exactly it was, however, was a mystery. "Bel..." Harp murmured soothingly. "It's okay. I don't think someone as... hot..." He repeated, "As you can be so nasty... Or shall I say, 'abundantly warm'?" He chuckled. "But... I don't plan on hurting you." Harp spoke with honesty, slowly creeping closer. "I don't plan on turning you in, Bel. I don't." Harp said, reaching to lace his fingers in the other's hair.
Yup!
Harp took a deep intake of breath. At first, he was worried the demon would not agree. After all, closing your eyes in front of someone who was all but a complete strange wouldn't be very smart at all. As soon as Bel's solid black eyes were closed, Harp's pink eyes had a new fire. He noticed the demon's grip on him was growing. The angel carefully reached into his pack pocket and felt around for one of his arrows. Finally, he found one the size of a toothpick. Rolling it between his fingers, Harp shuddered. Not because he was about to kiss a demon, or another male, but because he was going to kiss someone period. Harp never really considered himself a kisser, so this was quite a shock.
"Okay, Bel... I'm gonna kiss you now, okay...?" Harp was. It didn't seem right to enchant the demon without giving him a kiss. He discreetly slipped the arrow into his mouth and secured it with his teeth. Tenderly, Harp looped his arms around the others neck and gently planted his lips on the other's. Bel's lips were very warm, indeed. They felt like they were burning his own.
It was heavily frowned upon to kiss like this. But Harp had read novels about romance before. It was part of his research on the human world! It was rather exciting. Tenderly, Harp moved his lips against the other's. He instinctively leaned in a little closer. Suddenly, Harp would move the arrow in his mouth and prick Bel on the tongue! After that, Harp drew back. "Ah!" He moved the arrow back into his mouth. "Did I bite you? Damn! I'm such an idiot...!" The angel cursed in faux frustration. "I'm... really sorry, Bel..." The angel murmured softly. He was honestly and genuinely sorry. This seemed... wrong. Bel hadn't really done anything to him, and yet... Harp had done this...
"Okay, Bel... I'm gonna kiss you now, okay...?" Harp was. It didn't seem right to enchant the demon without giving him a kiss. He discreetly slipped the arrow into his mouth and secured it with his teeth. Tenderly, Harp looped his arms around the others neck and gently planted his lips on the other's. Bel's lips were very warm, indeed. They felt like they were burning his own.
It was heavily frowned upon to kiss like this. But Harp had read novels about romance before. It was part of his research on the human world! It was rather exciting. Tenderly, Harp moved his lips against the other's. He instinctively leaned in a little closer. Suddenly, Harp would move the arrow in his mouth and prick Bel on the tongue! After that, Harp drew back. "Ah!" He moved the arrow back into his mouth. "Did I bite you? Damn! I'm such an idiot...!" The angel cursed in faux frustration. "I'm... really sorry, Bel..." The angel murmured softly. He was honestly and genuinely sorry. This seemed... wrong. Bel hadn't really done anything to him, and yet... Harp had done this...
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