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Distortion::Twilight	By : Vampyress Category: +. to F > Demon Diary Views: 3607 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Distortion::Innocence
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Repaired as of 6/29/05 -- Aff had somehow eaten pretty much all but the first three lines of this fic. God only knows what the hell happened. Anyway, I'm just reposting the original material. I have no idea whether I'll ever come back to it or not - I'd like to, but I'm making no promises.

So, without further ado, here is the original material in it's entirety - including the unchanged author's note at the beginning.

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Hello again! This is an AU fic that takes the story of Demon Diary and
shifts it to the left a bit. I don't want to tell you too much -
I'll let you figure out what's going on for yourself. (Not that it's
terribly complicated, mind.)
Let's get the disclaimers out of the way first:

- This is Male/Male. You have been warned.
- A warning to those of you who read my last fic - this will be quite
different. While it won't be completely devoid of fluff or humor,
it will be in large part fairly dark and rather gritty. There will
be non-consensual sex. There will be elements of sadomasochism and
bondage.
- I don't own any part of Demon Diary. Like, no shit sherlock. =3
- If you're wondering how far I'm planning on taking this - I'm not sure
yet. I might retell the whole of Demon Diary, or I might keep it
fairly short and compact. We'll see what my brain throws at me.
Aaaand on with the show.

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Distortion ::Twilight

A prism; light shifts, bends, twists. The child
destined to become a Demon Lord is taken in not by a benevolent thief,
but by a far less savory sort, eager to capitalize on an innocent boy�s
beauty � until one day, a dark savior appears.

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[ Distort::Innocence ]

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"Keep away from him!"
"It�s just a child, isn�t it? And such a pretty
thing. Look, it�s crying."
"Don�t be fooled! He�s a devil�s child, I tell you!
He�s a bad omen!"
"Hnn. Well, if no one else wants it, I�m sure it�s a
good omen for me�"
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"Wake up, Raenef! For pity�s sake, wake up!"
Raenef tumbled out of his chair in a flurry of green
satin and limbs, chest heaving in mortal terror. In his mad scramble to
gather his bearings and figure out where he was, he only managed to
further entangle himself in his clothes until he was rendered quite
immobile.
"Raenef!" Bronzed hands shook his shoulders
urgently. "You�re going to be late!"
Raenef peered blearily up at the dark splotch above
him that slowly morphed into the beautiful, sharp boned face of his
Master�s mistress. "Mnn� Sani�?"
"Don�t, �Mnn, Sani,� me! You�re going to be late!
Pull yourself together! He�s in a monstrous mood today and you�ll get
in trouble if you don�t hurry!"
"Whaa�?"
"Oh good gods, Raenef!" the woman cried out in
exasperation, musical voice careening. "You have a guest to meet! This
one�s very important and if you don�t please him the Master is going to
string you up from the tower, don�t you understand?!"
Raenef leapt to his feet in alarm and promptly fell
into Sani, tripping over the loose wrap that hung from his waist. The
woman caught him, but as he fumbled to right himself again an ominous riiiip
knifed through the air.
"Um�" Raenef muttered, still holding on to Sani�s
caramel arms. Looking down he saw that he�d managed to get the wrap
caught on the chair, wrapped around one of the tacks that held the
velvet covering on the giant, overstuffed thing. He�d managed to tear
the hem almost completely off the garment. "Oops�?" Raenef ventured.
The woman groaned mournfully. "Oh, for heaven�s
sakes, get out of those clothes while I find something else�"
"But there�s no clothes in � "
"Just do it!" Sani snapped.
Abashed, Raenef obediently began to disentangle
himself from all the satin while watching Sani run around the room in a
panic. Finally she spotted a sheer, white tablecloth and snatched it
off its table, dashing back over to Raenef, who was just managing to
get out of his rather complicatedly laced vest.
Sani tore the ruined wrap from his waist with such
haste it made Raenef blush, and proceeded to throw the tablecloth
around his shoulders. Dazedly Raenef wondered what on earth she was
doing. But then she proceeded to twirl him around, crossing the two
ends of the translucent silk over his chest and wrapping them around
his hips, gathering the loose fabric in front. She yanked a jade pin
from her own, chocolate-colored tresses and jabbed it through the
fabric � Raenef's eyes went very wide as he watched the long pointy
object so
violently shoved near his nether-regions. She quickly tied a fanciful
looking knot around it and fluffed the loose trail of fabric at the
bottom.
"There!" she exclaimed triumphantly, and herded him
across the room to stand before the large, decorative looking glass
hanging from the wall. Raenef had a brief moment to marvel at the
woman�s skill as she ran her fingers fussily through his mussed hair.
He couldn�t remember the last time he�d looked so� so�
"�Wow!" Raenef blurted, slack-jawed.
"Now isn�t the time for being impressed! Go, go,
go!" Sani planted her hands against the boy�s back and pushed him over
to the door and out of the sitting room. "He�s in the room you usually
meet the prince in."
"Which prince?" Raenef wondered dizzily.
"Aglan! Prince Aglan!"
"Um, okay!" Raenef started down the hall, pausing to
call over his shoulder � "Thank you, Sani!"
"Yes, yes, now hurry!" came the weary reply.

Sani watched the boy go, hand anxiously clenched
into a fist at her breast. She hadn�t told him who he was meeting � it
was probably best he didn�t know. Such a sweet kid. Why did that
horrible man have to ask for him?
Gods, she hoped he�d be all right.

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"If you don�t wish to sell yourself, then why do so?"
"Well� Because� I can�t leave. They won�t let us
leave."
"If you truly wished it, you would escape, would you
not?"
"Maybe� But then� Where would I go? How would I
survive? This is all I know how to do."
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A new guest for the evening.
Raenef shifted nervously from foot to foot as he
lifted his hand, gulping as he tried to work up the nerve to knock on
the door. He didn�t like it when he had to serve new ones. It was
impossible to predict just what they wanted from him � and often a
wrong guess resulted in a beating for Raenef. This guy was supposed to
be important, besides.
Briefly Raenef wondered whether it might be that
strange black-haired man he�d seen wandering in the courtyard earlier
today. Twice he�d happened by him. The first time he�d seen him, he�d
been fleeing from the cook�s wrath after raiding the kitchen with some
of the other boys. That black hair had made him pause for a moment;
he�d never seen hair so dark before, a deep violet-black, just like the
night sky.
The second time he saw him he recognized him right
away. Then the man had even spoken to him. And he�d spoken to him like
he was� a normal person. Despite what kind of place this was that
Raenef lived and worked in.
�And even despite the fact that he�d just given that
hypnotically swaying hair of his a good sound yank.
Raenef� hadn�t meant to do that. It had just been so
pretty and long and he�d never seen hair so dark and shining like that
and before he�d even known what he was doing he�d reached out and�
Oops.
Somehow Raenef didn�t think it would be that guy,
though. Even though new faces weren�t common around here, he just
didn�t think it was likely. The man had looked so regal and reserved
and proper, and not in the falsely decorated and perfumed stink sort of
a way that so many of the people who came here were. He�d seemed
intense and pure, somehow, like a person who�d sooner die than hide
what they were. It was nearly impossible to imagine that sort of person
purchasing favors from a place like this.
Raenef didn�t know whether to hope it was him or not
� the man was certainly very lovely, and really, it was less far less
unpleasant to serve an attractive patron. Sometimes it was even almost�
fun. But somehow Raenef didn�t want to think that man had this sort of
pastime.
The little blond shook his head and set his jaw, and
forced himself to knock on the door in front of him. In his
determination he knocked on it rather louder than he meant to.
"Enter," spoke a low, smooth voice, muffled by the
door.
Raenef swallowed thickly, and hurriedly fussed at his
silks. Running a hand through the wild blond ponytail his customers so
loved, he slowly opened the door, the old, heavy thing creaking
painfully in protest. Raenef peaked around the edge, but he didn�t see
anyone in the richly furnished room. Hesitantly, he stepped inside.
Turning his head to and fro, he still didn�t see
anyone � when he heard a rustling behind him. Jerking around with a
start, he came to face his customer for the evening. Raenef felt a
strange twisting in his belly.
It was him.
The man�s simple gray cloak furled slightly as he
stood up from his chair, situated in the corner behind the door. So� tall!
Looking up into that pale, shadowed face, Raenef felt his heart bang
once against his ribcage in alarm, and he took a step back � and
promptly stumbled into the door, knocking it closed with a resounding
thud.
Raenef winced and struggled to regain a shred of
composure.
Piercing violet eyes combed over the boy, taking in
the pale golden flesh, the taut, long limbs, the translucent white silk
wrapping that barely covered him. Raenef fought not to squirm under the
intensity of those unearthly eyes. There was something strange about
the way that man was looking at him. Raenef was used to such evaluating
stares, combing over his body and drinking in its youthful beauty, but
this man�s gaze was different. There was no hint of the lust that
darkened most men�s eyes when they looked him over like this.
This man�s eyes were� cold and detached. Unsettlingly
observant.
It took Raenef a few moments to find his voice. He
hadn�t the faintest clue where to begin seducing this one. "Ah � I saw
you earlier today, didn�t I?" Raenef stammered. He winced again. Gods,
he sounded like an idiot.
"�I believe so," the man answered quietly. The deep,
silky voice sent chills down Raenef�s spine.
There was a long and very tense silence. Raenef
gulped. Better get on with it. He walked slowly over to the
stranger, trying not to let the tremble in his hands show as he swayed
his hips a little. As he approached, Raenef leaned up against the man �
dear gods, but he was tall � and placed one palm against the swath of
chest left bare by his robe and cloak.
"I guess�" Raenef murmured, peering coyly up through
his bangs, "you liked me, then?"
The man just stared at him silently, expression
unchanging. Raenef felt a bead of sweat forming on his brow. Geez,
he�s really not helping me out any here!
"Um, so�" Raenef�s fingertip traced nervous little
circles on the stranger�s skin. "What do you want, mister? I can�"
Inexplicably, Raenef felt his face begin to burn, and he had trouble
continuing with the sentence, despite all the years he�d been here,
doing this very same thing. He swallowed. "I can just do what you say,
and let you lead� Or I can � "
"What is your name?" the man interjected brusquely.
Raenef blinked, startled. "Ah� Um. They call me
Peach. What�s � "
"I meant your real name."
Raenef�s voice died in his throat. Well this was odd.
"Er� It�s Raenef," he stammered, perplexed.
The man stared at him for several long moments,
unmoving. Just as Raenef began to recover from his surprise and opened
his mouth to say something else, the man�s eyes slid closed, and a
long, slow sigh trickled out of him.
"Impossible," he muttered, weakly sitting back down
in the chair.
Raenef just stood there gaping. Not that he didn�t
have a tendency to get confused and stay that way during every-day
events, but now he was really confused � and maybe even a
little put out. He�d been standing here half-naked and coming on to
this man, who he was supposed to be entertaining tonight, and
he didn�t seem the least bit fazed.
At the moment he didn�t seem to even be paying him
any attention. A long, ebony trail of hair was slipping over
the man�s shoulder and pooling in his lap as he sat there holding his
head in one hand.
Raenef cleared his throat. "Um� mister? What�s
impossible?" he asked meekly.
The man twitched. "I would ask that you please not
call me �mister,�" he said, his voice strained. "My name is Eclipse."
"Er� okay. Eclipse." Raenef hoped he could remember
it. It was too nice a name to forget. Eclipse. Eclipse. Eclipse. "So,
um, Eclipse? What�s impossible?" Eclipse. Eclipse. Eclipse.
The man said something but it was muffled and Raenef
was so busy trying to memorize his name that he missed it. Finally
Eclipse turned those eerie violet eyes up to face his own again, and
sighed. "I suppose there is nothing for it, then," he murmured tiredly.
"You � "
A man�s voice shouted angrily, distant and incoherent
as it drifted through the barrier of the thick oaken door. Both of them
glanced at the door, startled.
"Is something happening?" Eclipse asked, blinking.
"I don�t know�" Raenef replied. "I � " Suddenly a
thought occurred to him. The voice had sounded awfully familiar. "Oh� I
think� Tonight�s the night I usually see Prince Aglan�" In this
room, even�
Eclipse�s eyes widened subtly. "Ah. I see."
Raenef squinted at Eclipse, wondering how it was he�d
been given what was supposed to be the night of a prince�s once-weekly
romp with his favorite boy. "Mist� I mean, Eclipse?"
"Yes?"
"How much did you pay� for tonight?" Raenef asked,
feeling his face inexplicably flush again.
An elegant, dark eyebrow quirked upward. "Nothing." A
simple, clear answer.
"Huh?" Raenef blurted bewilderedly � and for some
reason, Eclipse cringed in response. Raenef watched the man rise to his
feet and place a hand on his shoulder, gently but firmly turning the
youth around.
"If you would please come with me," Eclipse said in
that rich, cultured voice, steering Raenef toward the door.
"What�?!" Raenef looked at the man � with some
difficulty, given the boy was being pushed out in front of the taller
man � his green eyes wide and apprehensive. "Did I do something wrong,
Mist � Eclipse? I can � "
"No, my liege, we should simply be leaving now."
Eclipse opened the door.
"Wha�" Raenef mouthed uselessly � �my liege?�
What was that supposed to mean?! And leaving? Leaving for
where?! His mind reeled as that slender, long hand kept a tight grip on
him and herded him through the threshold. Eclipse said nothing to quell
his bafflement.
Somehow Raenef noticed even in the midst of his
confusion that Eclipse�s fingernails were startlingly long, well kept �
and very sharp looking. Almost like claws. He could feel them biting
into his shoulder as they breezed through the candle-lit hallway � not
painfully, but certainly the potential for pain was there.
Raenef gulped and decided not to complain for now.
They finally emerged into the great hall, where the
Master of the house and several servants were struggling to restrain a
very irate and red-faced man with long brown curls. Those curls, which
were usually so well-groomed whenever Raenef saw them, were mussed and
frazzled.
"I don�t care who the man is!" he was screaming
hoarsely. "I am Prince Aglan and I demand to see my Peach! This is MY
night! Give him to me or I will have you all hanged!"
The master was trying to reason with him, but Raenef
only heard snippets above the din made by the prince�s struggles.
"Please, my lord, you must�" "�demon of the third order�" "�can�t
possibly�"
"I DON�T CARE!" the prince raged, wrenching himself
out of the servant�s grasp. As he did so, he stumbled to his left � and
looked straight at Raenef. There was a long, silent moment in which the
world seemed to pause; Raenef realized all of a sudden that Eclipse had
stopped walking, and was just standing beside the young boy and
watching this spectacle unfold.
"YOU!" the flushed prince finally exclaimed, raising
his arm and pointing dramatically at the dark-haired man. "Give him to
me THIS INSTANT!"
Raenef looked up at Eclipse; Eclipse�s eyes narrowed
as he stared down his sharp nose at the prince. Then, oh-so-slowly,
those slender, pale lips curled into a smile � a smile that froze the
blood in Raenef�s veins.
::TBC::
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