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Chapter 9

A/N: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews! They really keep this story going. I’m currently in the process of writing storylines for Seraph of the End and Black Cat. You can read a brief summary for those at the end of the chapter. Enjoy!

Tenma groaned softly and rolled over. His body was so heavy! He brought a hand to his face and carefully rubbed sleepy eyes. His mind was foggy and haze, and his memories seemed too slippery to hold on to. He sat up and paused, letting his body adjust and settle. When he felt in control, he opened his eyes and looked around.

The room was large, but sparsely decorated. Other than the bed, there was only a small desk and a chair. The walls were bare and he shivered when the cold from the stones seeped into his skin. He pushed the covers aside and swung his legs down, toes curling as they hit the cold floor. He stood up, surprised at how weak he was. It felt like he had been sleeping for days.

There was no window so he couldn’t tell what time it was. The only light came from a single torch. He looked down at himself and was disturbed by what he saw. His skin was pale as milk, as if all his blood had been drained from him. His arms were covered in small puncture wounds that itched. He resisted the urge to scratch them.

Where am I?

He was about to call out but thought better of it. He didn’t know where he was or who might be nearby. He did not want to alert any enemies that he was awake. He carefully made his way over to the only door in the room. He grabbed the handle and hesitated briefly before pulling. The door opened with a low whine, the hinges creaking. When no one came to stop him, he pulled it open all the way and looked out.

The door led to another room, this one much larger. It was clearly someone’s living quarters. He carefully stepped through the door, his eyes searching the room for hidden enemies. He couldn’t sense anyone and carefully made his way through the room, inspecting everything. The room was richly furnished so it had to belong to someone rich. Large paintings decorated the walls and he was surprised to realise that there was something familiar about the style, as if he had seen it many times before. Before he could figure out why a noise suddenly drew his attention.

He could hear voices on the other side of the wall and they were drawing closer. He quickly looked about and spotted the heavy curtains on either side of the windows. It seemed somewhat childish to hide behind them but he didn’t have a choice. He slipped behind them just as the door opened.

Tenma held his breath and stilled his body. He suddenly wondered if he had closed the door behind him. Well, it was too late now.

“How are our new guests settling in?” a familiar voice said.

Hades! Had he been captured by the King of the Underworld? He couldn’t remember so he turned his attention back to the conversation.

“Most of them have learned to accept their fate, my lord. It is the Gold Saints and a few Silver Saints that causes the most trouble,” another voice answered. Tenma did not recognise the owner.

“That is to be expected,” Hades said. “If they gave in too easily I’m sure most of you would be bored, or what do you say, Hypnos?”

Tenma’s eyes widened slightly. Hypnos was the god of sleep and a very powerful Specter. He swallowed quietly and forced himself to be still. If he was lucky, he might be able to find out something about their plans that he could bring back to Sanctuary.

“I do prefer my toys to keep their minds somewhat intact. It is no fun playing with a doll,” Hypnos said.

“I’m sure Virgo Asmita will not break easily. He is, after all, a very strong one. I’m sure with time that you will be able to make him ‘see’ things our way,” Hades said with a chuckle.

What? Asmita is here? What is going on?! Tenma thought. He had to force himself not to reveal himself and demand answers.

“I will admit that I am impressed, my lord. Asmita intrigues me in many ways and we have quite interesting conversations. Thanatos’ new pet, on the other hand, is certainly a violent one. He actually smells a bit like one of us,” Hypnos continued.

“Ah yes, I am familiar with him. Manigoldo, the Cancer Saint. He will make an excellent addition to my army once he is fully turned,” Hades said. A brief silence followed.

“Very well, continue your work with them. In the meantime, I want you to prepare a group of sixteen Specters. A human army has gathered on the western continent. They are planning an attack on me. I will be leaving in three days,” Hades said.

“As you wish. I will have the group ready for you.” No more was said and Tenma heard a door open and the close. Hypnos had left.

I have to get back to Sasha and warn her. Hades will destroy that army in seconds if we don’t help them!

The problem was getting away without being seen. The fact that he didn’t have his Cloth made it even more difficult. As he contemplated his choices, Hades suddenly spoke.

“Why don’t you join me, Tenma, instead of hiding behind that curtain?”

Tenma froze. He knows I’m here which means he knew I was listening the whole time.

Knowing it would be pointless to keep hiding, he pushed the curtain aside and revealed himself. His eyes immediately found Hades who was lounging on a large sofa. The god was wearing a dark red uniform, instead of his usual tunic. Tenma forced himself not to think about how good he looked.

Hades smiled when he caught Tenma looking. He patted a spot next to him. “Sit,” he invited. Tenma pressed his lips together and remained where he was. Hades narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Sit,” he said once more. Tenma felt something wrap around him and yank him forward. He stumbled and almost fell face-first into the sofa. He glared at the god and moved as far away as possible. He was only allowed to move a few inches.

“Better,” Hades said and leaned back. For a long time he didn’t say anything and Tenma took the opportunity to study him. There was something different about Hades. He seemed more relaxed and, dare he say it, happy.

“So, Tenma, how do you feel?” Hades asked without looking at him.

“Where am I? And what happened?” Tenma asked instead, ignoring Hades’ question. Hades turned to look at him, his blue eyes glowing with a mix of desire, triumph and anger.

“You are in the Underworld, Tenma. I brought you here as a spoil of war,” he said. Tenma flushed angrily. He could hear the mockery in Hades’ voice and it infuriated him more than it should. He clenched his fists, wondering if he would be able to land a punch. Hades seemed to read his mind because his eyes narrowed slightly. He turned his body so that he was facing Tenma fully.

“Do not even try it, Tenma. My goodwill towards you only extends to far. I do not have the patience to get into a fight with you now, a fight you would definitely lose,” he warned.

Tenma glared right back. He did not let Hades’ warning intimidate him. He tensed his body and prepared to launch an attack when an excruciating pain tore through him. It felt like a fire had been lit inside his chest, burning muscles and tissue and boiling his blood.

He fell down with a silent scream locked in his throat. His body writhered on the floor for several moments before the pain finally subdued. He gasped for breath and curled up, trying to calm his racing heart.

“Do you understand how pointless it is to defy me, Tenma?” Hades asked. He did not have the energy to answer. Warm hands cupped his face and pulled him up until he was kneeling in front of Hades.

“I have no desire to hurt you like this, Tenma, but I will punish you when you disobey me. Understand that in this new world, your entire being belongs to me. I have bound your body and soul to me in ways that can never be undone. You. Are. Mine.”

Tenma shivered. His chest still throbbed, but he had never let pain stop him before and he would not begin now.

“I am not yours. I belong with Sasha and Alone and Sanctuary. I would never bow down to you,” he hissed. He expected Hades to lash out again, but the god simply sent him a smile and caressed his face. He then leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. The touch burned.

“That world is gone, Tenma, and you will soon realise how utterly pointless it is to continue to resist me.”

Hades released him and stood. “Come,” he said. Tenma hesitated briefly before following. He would not get a chance to escape if he stayed in these rooms.

Hades let him down long corridors, past countless Specters who all bowed before their king. He could feel their eyes on him and smell the bloodlust in the air. He wanted to ask where they were going but knew Hades would not tell him. So he kept silent and followed. He tried to memorise all the turns and corridors, but the place was like a maze. It would be very difficult to find his way around or even escape.

As they continued on, the air became warmer and moister. Tenma felt sweat trickled down his back. They finally came to a stop at the end of a steep corridor. He looked over Hades’ shoulder and was surprised to see a bare wall. Why had the god brought him here? They had not encountered any Specters for a long time and the silence around them seemed almost oppressive.

Hades stepped forward and placed a hand on the wall. He spoke a quiet word and there was a brief flare of light. When Tenma could see again, the wall was gone and another corridor was revealed. Hades took hold of his hand and led him down.

After walking for a long time the corridor began to widen until it opened up completely. Tenma let out a small gasp. They were standing in an underground cave. A mist covered the floor but he heard the sound of water splashing. He was pulled down a staircase cut into the stonewall. When they reached the bottom, a young woman was waiting for them. Her eyes were completely white.

“Lord Hades, welcome back,” she said and bowed low.

“Miriam, is everything as I asked?” Hades questioned.

“Everything has been prepared for you, my lord,” she answered and then led them deeper into the cave. They paused at the edge of a large pool of water with steam rising up.

“The salts have been added to the water and oils placed just here, my lord,” Miriam said and pointed to a collection of class bottles on the ground near the water.

“Leave us,” Hades said. She bowed again and left. Tenma looked around in confusion. Why had Hades brought him here? Is he planning to drown me? he thought and eyed the water suspiciously. He turned to Hades to demand an answer and paused.

Hades was quietly undressing. Tenma turned away, his face turning a bright red. He only looked up when he heard the sound of someone entering the water. Hades’ naked form carefully made its way through the water, his dark hair gliding through the water behind him. when the water reached his shoulders he stopped and turned around.

“Join me, Tenma,” he said. Tenma knew it was a command. He wondered what would happen if he disobeyed and the knowing look in Hades’ eyes told him it would be painful. So he pulled his tunic over his head and threw it aside. He paused with his hands on his leggings, fully aware that Hades was watching his every move. He could practically feel the god’s gaze on his skin.

“There is no need to be shy, Tenma. Your body is very beautiful,” Hades said. Tenma swallowed down the angry words and pushed the leggings down. He quickly stepped into the water to hide his naked form from Hades’ consuming gaze. The water tickled his skin. The god waved him forward and Tenma slowly made his way towards him. When he was within reach, Hades grabbed his arm and pulled him close.

He let out a startled sound when their naked bodies pressed together. Hades’ skin was warm, heated by the water. The god wrapped his arms around his middle and pressed them even closer together. Something long and thick and hard pressed against his hip.

“Wha-?” Tenma tried to pull back but Hades would not let him.

“Shh, be still,” Hades whispered. He trailed a hand up Tenma’s back to his neck. He began massaging his nape and Tenma let out soft moan. His head fell forward until it rested against the god’s shoulder. He wrapped his arms around Hades. The other man continued to massage the stiff muscles in his neck.

A part of Tenma was screaming at him to pull away, but he couldn’t. He knew who was touching him and that it shouldn’t feel this good, but it did. He murmured when warm lips began sucking on his throat. The hand on his neck kept his head in place while the other trailed down lower until it rested just above the swell of his buttocks.

“It’s nice, isn’t it, Tenma, to be able to relax like this,” Hades said in-between kisses. Tenma nodded. The warm water and the touches made his head spin. He keened low in his throat when hot fingers suddenly wrapped around his half-hard erection and began to stroke him. His hips automatically began chasing the movement. When a finger teased his slit he threw his head back and moaned loudly.

“That’s it, my Tenma. Forget everything except my touch,” Hades growled against his throat.

“I-I can’t…” Tenma began only to be silenced as Hades pressed his lips against his. A tongue forced his lips apart and pushed into his mouth, stroking his own muscle into action. They both groaned loudly.

Hades kissed the young man with an intense eagerness. When Tenma gasped he gentled the kiss so that it became sensual and lingering. It was slow, intimate and sensual. He plunged his tongue inside the warm mouth repeatedly, sucking on the sweet muscles that was Tenma’s tongue with possessive greediness. His eyes glowed with sexual satisfaction at the flushed and moaning form in his arms; lips swollen and wet from heated kisses. The look on Tenma’s face made his own body tighten even further.

Tenma was a moaning mess in his arms. His pupils were blown wide and he stared at Hades as if spellbound. He could barely draw enough air and all he wanted was to feel that mouth on his again and again. He inhaled deeply. Being this close to the god was both blissful and painful. This was the creature that had destroyed his home and killed his friends. But he was also the one person in the world that could draw him in with a simple look. He was bound to Hades in ways he could not even begin to explain. He ran his hands up and down the corded muscles of Hades’ arms.

“My beautiful Tenma,” Hades whispered. He slid a hand into silky hair, tilting the other’s head back slightly. “Open for me, Tenma,” he commanded in a heated voice. Tenma was unable to resist.

He parted his lips and Hades leaned down eagerly, claiming his mouth in an all-consuming kiss. The skill inherent in the kiss had him silently begging for more. He was lost in a haze of lust and feeling, his body and soul caught in a terrifying bliss, an alluring voracity. His responsiveness to the hard, warm body pressed against his own bordered on insanity.

Every nerve in his body was aware of the hot palm against his neck and the hand around his cock. His arms snaked around Hades’ neck and he met the god’s kisses with a wild, almost reckless, eagerness. He arched upwards, twisting with delight as that hand tightened around his organ, stroking and caressing.

Hades smirked at the flushed and dazed Tenma. Eyes blown wide with arousal and glowing with lust, lips red as blood and swollen to fullness. His greediness and possessiveness soared with the thought that only he would ever see Tenma like this. He wanted to bury himself in the young Saint’s seductive body and claim him.

Tenma opened his mouth to say something, but Hades was already leaning forward. The young man cried out when a hot mouth closed over his nipple and sucked. He panted and tightened his grip on Hades, fingers digging into hard muscle.

Hades expertly worked the sensitive nub, pulling back to tease the tip before closing his mouth over it and sucking again. His focus and intensity had Tenma moaning in pure bliss as he committed himself to the pleasure of Tenma’s body. The sound of gasps and mewling filled the cave. One hand toyed with the other stiff nub while his mouth continued to work its twin.

Strong hands grabbed his long hair and held him in place. He revelled in the cries of pleasure spilling from Tenma as he mapped out the young man’s body. He wanted to feel all of Tenma. He wrapped an arm around Tenma’s hips and pulled him fully against his naked body. They both groaned loudly as their hard shafts rubbed against one another.

“Ahhh!” Tenma moved restlessly against him, pumping his hips. The feeling of slickness on his belly had him crying out. He almost sobbed into Hades’ mouth, arching forward hungrily. He wanted to feel that long, thick organ pressed against him.

Hades met him head-on. He had never felt such a wild, insatiable hunger for another living being. A part of him rebelled against this feeling, but it was also fascinating and thrilling.

His eyes were almost black with lust. He grabbed Tenma’s hand and pulled it down between their bodies. “Pleasure us,” he whispered hoarsely and closed their hands around both shafts. Setting a slow, torturous rhythm that had them both panting in mindless ecstasy.

Tenma was shaking. He couldn’t stop moving his hand, craving more of the sensual contact with Hades. He was beyond aroused. He couldn’t think at all, only feel. His whole body was on fire, singing with pleasure. He was a frenzy of scorching hunger and need, and only Hades could bring him to that moment of absolute bliss.

He arched his back, moaning under the burning touch on his cock. He opened his mouth to the brutal, devouring kiss that sent bolts of electricity shooting through his body. He wanted more.

Hades stroked them with earth-shattering expertise. His overstimulated body responded immediately when a wet finger circled his opening, stroking across the twitching muscles.

“Open for me, Tenma,” Hades whispered. The young man nodded wordlessly as he stared blindly up at the cavern ceiling. Slowly, his body opened up and settled onto the intruding digit with a soft sigh. Hades moved his finger up to the first knuckle and then slid it deeper into rippling heat. Tenma’s muscles clamped down around his finger in a tight grip of scorching heat. He probed deeper, grinding his teeth at the way Tenma pulsed around his finger. He growled deeply as he imagined what it would feel like with his cock pushing deep inside the molten channel. Tenma mewled and he pushed further in, finally reaching his objective: that sweet bundle of nerves that would make the young man scream.

The effect was instantaneous. Tenma cried out as Hades’ finger scraped across a nerve deep within that made his see stars. An explosion went off and bright lights flared behind his eyes. The feeling was beyond intense.

Hades paused briefly to simply look at Tenma. The young man’s face was a mask of sheer bliss that was a reflection of his own. He continued to plunge his finger in and out of the heated passage. He felt it stretch and expand around his intruding digit. He enjoyed the sounds of pleasure spilling from Tenma’s mouth and the way the young man threw his head back as the pleasure built. Despite his inexperience, Tenma moved with a sensuality that betrayed his innocence. Warm arms came up and around his neck, holding on tightly as he brought them closer to the edge.

Their breaths were ragged and harsh as they strained for that distant goal that came closer and closer with each stroke. It was sweet and hellish at the same time.

Tenma clung to Hades as if his very life depended on it. His cock was hot and pulsing with life, and his balls so full they might burst at any moment now. He dug his fingers into soft flesh and felt it give away. Hades grunted and rubbed harshly against his sweet spot.

It burned… it scorched his body and soul, these frightening and intoxicating sensations that threatened to consume him whole. He wanted it to continue forever… he wanted it to end! He couldn’t form a coherent thought to voice and so he clung tighter to the being that had caused to much pain and destruction.

And suddenly it was there, within touching distance. He was swept up in a maelstrom of soaring heat. A wild cry ripped from his throat as his orgasm tore through him. Hades stroked them faster and the finger inside him moved with almost desperate need. It drove into his prostrate with brutal force, wringing every ounce of pleasure from his body.

His orgasm seemed to trigger Hades’. The god went absolutely still before he sank his teeth into Tenma’s neck to stifle his groan of satisfaction. The shafts in his hand seemed to swell as spurt after spurt of cum shot out, painting their bellies white before dissolving into the water.

It seemed to go on forever. Even as his orgasm left him mindless and weak, Tenma couldn’t stop moving. His skin was slick with sweat, and he spasmed around the finger inside him. When he thought he might pass out, the intense pleasure slowly began to fade into glorious throb. He gasped for breath as his body came down from the high, alight with satisfaction.

He rested against Hades’ hard chest and sighed when the god pulled out his finger. He managed to pull back slightly and look at Hades. The King of the Underworld was flushed and panting for breath. His eyes were wide with pleasure and a fine tremor ran through his body.

Tenma knew he should be horrified by what had happened, but their lovemaking and the sight of Hades blew such thoughts away. He was too tired to care about such things right now.

Tenma didn’t know how much time had passed when Hades finally pulled him out of the water. The god had spent a lot of time cleaning them after their lovemaking, rubbing their skin with oils and salt. When they exited the pool, fresh towels waited for them. It had to have been the woman, Miriam. He flushed, wondering if she had been there the whole time and heard what they had done.

As they left the underground cave behind, Tenma’s mind seemed clearer and more functional. He was alert and looked about him, waiting for the right moment to escape. His desire to escape annoyed Hades and he finally grabbed Tenma and pushed him against a wall.

“How many times must I tell you, Tenma? The world you knew is no more. You belong here with me,” he hissed.

“My place is with Sasha! I’m going to return to Sanctuary and I’m taking you with me, Alone,” Tenma said. The name triggered something in Hades. A blank mask settled over his face and his body stilled. The look in his eyes, however, spoke volumes. It burned into him.

“You wish to return to Sanctuary? Very well, I’ll grant you this wish,” Hades said. Before Tenma could say anything, a dark mist appeared and surrounded them both. When he could see again, they were outside.

Tenma blinked against the sudden light of the sun. He squinted his eyes, trying to understand what he was seeing. He recognised the surroundings, but something important was missing. Where was Sanctuary.

“Where are we?” he demanded to know.

“We are in Sanctuary,” Hades answered. “Or what is left of it.”

Tenma refused to believe him. There was nothing within sight. No buildings or pillars, no sounds of people or animals.

“Do you understand now, Tenma? There is nothing left of Sanctuary. Not a single block of stone or a drop of human blood. It is all gone!”

Tenma turned his head, his face ashen with shock and a terrible foreboding.

“What have you done?!” he whispered. Hades seemed to transform in front of him. His presence grew and his Cosmos swelled until it engulfed everything within miles. His face was a mask of indifference, as if cut out of marble.

“I annihilated Sanctuary. Your little friends and Athena fought bravely, but they could do nothing against my power. I let them watch as this place and that filthy village turned to ash. That is the consequence of standing against me,” Hades answered in an icy voice.

Tenma trembled. There had been hundreds of people living in the village near Sanctuary. And they were all dead. Fury like he had never felt before rose up in his chest. His fist shot forward and slammed into Hades’ face. The force of the blow would have killed a human, but the god barely felt it. He looked at Tenma, looked deeply into his eyes and was pleased by what he saw. Those red eyes were burning with fury, so intense and beautiful. Another fist slammed into his face.

“WAKE UP, ALONE! YOU HAVE TO FIGHT BACK!” Tenma grabbed Hades by the front of his uniform and shook him violently, willing his friend to come to his senses.

“I see there is still something I have to make clear to you, Tenma,” Hades said coldly. He grabbed him by the wrists and transported them back to the Underworld. He pulled a yelling Tenma with him, ignoring the way the Saint lashed out. He stopped at a set of black doors, pulled them open and pushed Tenma inside.

“Bastard! Let Alone go!” Tenma screamed and charged forward. Hades caught him around the throat with ease.

“But you see, dear Tenma, I already did,” he said in a taunting voice. Tenma glared angrily at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Why don’t you go take a look at that casket?” Hades said and gestured to something behind Tenma. He released the young Saint and pushed him away. Tenma bit back an angry retort and turned his attention to the only thing in the room besides them. He had not noticed it before.

At the far end of the wall stood a casket made of glass. The surface shimmered and he realised it was protected by a barrier. As he moved closer, fear seemed to claw at him. For some reason he did not want to know what was inside. When he was close enough to see, he let out choked gasp. He sensed Hades just behind him.

“His soul is sleeping right now, trapped in a dream world of my making,” Hades explained. Tenma could not speak.

“You should thank me, Tenma. I could have trapped in a nightmare, but seeing as he was my vessel I decided to reward him. if Alone hadn’t bonded with me so quickly, the war might have dragged out,” the god continued.

Tenma did not respond. He couldn’t look away.

Inside the casket lay Alone’s soul.

Seraph of the End: The Seraphs are actually spirits locked away in another dimension as punishments for a terrible crime. They cannot exist on their own so they require a vessel. The vessels are given powers and the Seraphs are able to materialise outside the vessel so long as they are still under ‘contract’. Yuu and Mikeala are both vessels although their seraphs have been dormant. Yuu’s seraph awakens and then brings out the seraph in Mika. The boys slowly begin to change, and their relationship develops from ‘family’ to ‘lovers’. In the meantime, another force joins the vampires, promising them their allegiance if they hand over the seraphs inside Yuu and Mika. In return, the vampires will be given the boys and access to their new powers as seraph hybrids.

Black Cat: Mysterious people join the Apostles of the Star. As proof of their loyalty, one of them decides to capture a certain stray cat and present him to Creed. What will happen with Train when his memories of Saya and the past are rewritten to fit Creed’s obsession with him? And what about Sven and Eve?
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