The demon moved down from the first floor to the dungeon where Hina had been kept. He heard the jingles of chains before he saw her, or any of the ones that were kept here. She wasn't alone. He was in his usual human skin, and acted like she wasn't even there. He went all the way past the other shackled ones to the other side of the dungeon, maybe just checking on her while he had had to do something else. As he was about to turn the corner, he turned to look at her for a moment. It was the very worst thing he had ever done. It was bound to have happened.

A large guardian demon stood at the end of the room, by the door he'd just exited from.

After Nox left, a little faerie flew down the hall and into the room, her long, dragon-fly like wings glittering and sparkling, little fiery bits of sparks shooting off of her and disappearing into the air. Violet eminated from her as well as gold and slight pink.

"I can get for you one thing,anything, anything at all you want.." The faerie told Hina. "While you are here." Her tiny mouth closed in a miniature cupid's bow. There was a very naughty catch to this wish. The tiny lady threw herself up higher into the air, making a 'm' right in front of Hina's face. She smiled at the woman and folded her arms, awaiting a reply. "Just call on me and I will appear with what you wanted!" Her tiny voice beckoned with a shrill giggle.

~*~*~*~

Talon walked down the stairwell, pausing at the scene of Nox and Hina. She smiled sadistically, biting on the inside of her lip. Why the angel was even in here, Talon had no idea. To be kept with the others? Nothing special at all? Not as though this was anything usual. Especially not for her family.

Her face was pale, her lips stained red to last all night. Her eyes were dark and deep set, very mature yet alluring and almost magickal. None of the other demons seemed to know about Hina's prescense, but these two did. Even Talon seemed to look at Hina sensually. Her small white hands wrapped around the bars proceeding to Hina's holding area. While Nox's back was turned, she moved closer with silent steps. She batted her eyes at the other woman, biting her lip visibly when Nox turned around, then she looked back to Hina.

Let us let her out, hmm?

You have already had your fun,so we've heard. She thought sullenly as she looked at the other woman and smiled, a sweet yet somehow very seductive smile all in one. She had the key for her and approached the shackled being.

Not as though she can really go anywhere,

Talon said, unlocking Hina's gate and then going to her wrists. At least, not without any .. problems.. She trailed her fingertips along Hina's arms. 'Such soft skin...' She thought, looking at Hina's lips. Her hand slipped to the small of Hina's back to rest just above her rear. Talon strode alongside, leaving her brother with whatever he was doing. She seemed to think she had the authority to do something like this.

Do you need anything kitten?

She took hold of Hina's hand like they were little girls and walked her through the dark corridors. She took less-known paths through the large home and dodged any others that they might have run into. She unlocked a door with a key from her blouse and let them into a room, a very large room. It was swathed with blacks, and reds, and Talon smiled very proudly, as if to say 'Mine.' She walked to the other woman and took her long locks in her hands, and began to fill the tub with hot water. Rose petals had already been lain, which Talon seemed to wrinkle her nose to. She moved to take off Hina's clothes, as if it were no-thing-at-all. And spun around to lock the door again.

Don't worry.You can get in and no one's going to mess with you,

She sighed sweetly, turning her eyes to the other lady. She curled up on the nearby bed and began to pour them a glass of wine each, flavoured sweetly with a hint of blood. Once she was done, she kneeled by the edge of the tub and set the glass onto the side, letting the smell waft to Hina over the warm vapors. She held her own glass with a long nailed hand, painted purple.

Nox....he is my...step brother,

She told Hina, her face tilted away and looking somewhat regretful. She felt sorry for the girl, in her own special way.

I have a few dresses that could fit you, maybe, darling.

Even though she was guaranteed a few hundred years of age at least, she acted like a teenager, with her legs crossed in front of her as she sipped her drink, as though she were just spending time with one of her girlfriends. She hoped Hina would react well to her advances, but was too confident to think much about it. Perhaps it hadn't been her first glass, either. Pretty soon she was in the mirror, checking her appearance again, masking what she thought with a calmed expression.

Talon looked at Hina and she scoffed a little, arching her brows.

No, Hina, that is not what I wish to do with you. She couldn't blame the other woman for asking but she
said it very bluntly, turning away from Hina's direction. The child. My little...nephew?

Him?

Her eyes had a spark in them, as if overjoyed. She pulled out a long cigarette and lit it slowly. A strange aroma of herbs filled the room, and in her haze, she picked up a robe and towel and set it near the tub. Walking down the marble stairs, she lifted her wine glass. Her black dress fit her well and shifted as she walked. As Nox's bachelorette stepsister, she had had many suitors but something had always seemed to go wrong. The rose petal bath had been something that had been arranged. This wasn't her regular quarters but a room she felt a special connection to and the male demon that had arranged her 'surprise' had known. Some of the ribbons from his gifts still lay on the counter beside the large mirror that covered three out of the four walls of the niche of the bathroom area of the suite.

She, too, wondered her own true motive for bringing Hina from the dungeons. Maybe she was just bored.
She could be impulsive and not quite think things clearly all of the time. She thought on her feet, just like her brother. It was like her feet just walked to take her places and her imagination ran away with her.

Our family is very close....Something went very wrong with Nox and this group. He used to be different. Holding all the stress so well until one day....He just lost his mind. I think it's a curse. He won't tell us what happened. Most of the time he seems very logical and collected. I know he can be very cocky though. Obviously whatever happened didn't go in his favor and I think he's looking for revenge..

She remembered a different Nox not that many years ago but - he had been like an atom bomb.
A small group of mages and something had gone very very wrong, with power placed in the wrong hands.
And he'd exploded, like fireworks, some uncontrollable force. Something inevitable, like the dark side of nature.
A silence filled the room, besides the jets of the large tub. She passed a thin bird boned hand through her dark curling locks, twirling the ends around her fingers. She seemed to also disappear into her mind, thinking of the tales she had been told of this woman. This was nothing but her shell, she knew ... though the mother of Nox's unborn son.

I wanted to let you get cleaned up, nothing in return. Taking you out of there just seemed easier. I know he wouldn't like anything happening to you.

Everything more she could say would be obvious. She could do without seeing Nox pacing around like some caged animal.

I would like the trauma for my nephew to be as little as possible,

She stated, her dark eyes lightening to a soft purple. They couldn't be more opposite. There was no gimmick or catch in that Talon did indeed feel sorry for Hina.

I wanted to catch you before anyone....messed...with you. It is for the better and worth any trouble it could cause.

She said, knowing mostly males were stationed in the dungeon ... but that wouldn't mean a woman was incapable of doing Hina harm. So, they had conceived. Hina's belly was tell-tale. She chewed her lip, finding this surprising news which may have foiled what plan she had. Maybe she really would do her best trying to keep Hina out of trouble, for sake of the child. She wouldn't really kill him. She's just saying that. When he's born, she'll change her mind, Thought Talon. Both his parents were gorgeous, so should the child. Hina wouldn't be able to murder him. She sat silently, turned away from the woman while she bathed, combing her own hair with a large silver soft bristled brush. Pieces of her silky hair were caught between the flexing white bristles. She turned and poured Hina's wine into her own glass, leaving a small bit in the glass. She normally wouldn't have done that but she figured Hina wouldn't be drinking.

What would it take to relight the fire in her?

No pain for you tonight...I shall hide you.


She giggled. She couldn't guarantee that Nox wouldn't be looking for her.

You're pregnant. They would be easy on you. Why risk making Nox angry. I just so happened to have thought of you when apparently he did too. Checking on you. He would be enraged at the thought of someone hurting you or his own. Could very well be the start of some interesting art.

She giggled again. Her eyes connected with Hina's in the mirror after she took another swallow of wine with pursed red lips. Red was like murky water in her relaxed yet defiant mischievous eyes.

You would not really kill your child?

One hand was on her hip. CHINK. She slammed her glass onto the counter and hopped up onto it in her black pumps with straps that went up her legs.

Could you be persuaded out of it?

Her lids sunk low around her eyes, giving her vampiric frame a sedated look. Even so, her movement was deft. She has no reason to trust me....
Basically a princess of hell in her own mind, she had more than the means to care for another individual and more than enough space to actually keep her. Especially since I just told her I know him well... Good going. Well it was the truth. It explained how she knew how to find her so soon. Her face squinched up as she went back into thought. She wasn't really keeping Hina prisoner. Not so much as what the others had been doing. She laughed a little, wondering what would happen when the others found out she'd raided the dungeon. Maybe she'd frame someone else. It would be easy ...

I have all that I need, why would I need anything from you?...I can't promise that my brother won't be looking for you though.

Her voice was another story, very smooth. Like a movie screen, memories flashed before her eyes. Before she knew it she had tears streaming down her face. Her irises twisted and swirled, red and purple in the dark depths. She was remembering something very deeply rooted. Her eyes were overcome with pain. She moved to meet eyes with Hina, as if she understood what she had just went through.

I am very sorry that that happened to you ....

She couldn't explain why she felt responsible. It was something else beside he was her brother.

I wanted to give you a few hours of sanctuary. Or more. To make it as though you are not a prisoner or slave but a guest...What he did was wrong. He says he couldn't help himself...

She didn't expect to be believed as she shook her porcelain doll face, her eyes animated looking because of her eyeliner. Her long fingers spiraled around the end of her glass and she tipped it to her mouth, setting it aside. She kicked her feet a little but seemed sullen, and fought to get rid of the feeling. Her stomach turned and she leapt down onto the ground, opening a huge closet and passing her hands over beautiful garments. Hina would probably want something comfortable. She felt riddled with her own curses and hang-ups but it didn't show, feeling like Hina's polar opposite. Smoking a little more, all recollections of feeling bad went away.

Take your pick!

Slight murmers of others came through the walls. She sighed, feeling sort of silly for what she'd done, but knew she had done the right thing. If anyone had messed with Hina .... her family had had enough excitement for this short time of having Hina around. She'd already told the woman that even their kind had enemies within itself, that they turned on each other. Why should I care what anyone thinks of what I did anyway. She arched her thin brows to herself. What could they really do to me?!! That was more like it. She folded her arms and the woman of hell leaned against the wall. Just like Hina she had her own scars. It was hard not to have any walking where they chose to. That had been before she had lost most of her heart. She found a comfort in feeling undead and being what she was. She had accepted it and enjoyed it. It was all she had known. And she wondered what another type of existence was like.

Talon, let me in.

Nox said, banging on the door. Sibling rivalries between the two could be endless. There was so much magic here. Talon really had tried to hide the room but he knew his sister all too well.

Nox!!

Her screechy cry. Nox laughed.  He heard fumbling from within the room as Talon tried to pick up, then gave up. She looked to Hina, frowning, knowing all too well the emotions running through the other woman. She closed her eyes, imagining something happier to take it's place. Trying to sate her with a better feeling as Talon subtly fed off the horrible emotions. It wasn't meant to be a dirty trick or something cruel, she only took a little and turned away to her things as the other woman dressed. She shook her head though, looking at Hina. No, this isn't failing. It was bound to happen. She looked at Hina. She looked as though she were considering something. Then nodded, going to the door which she had fashioned and tried to hide with magic. Nox was too good. Or either they were too close to hide from each other. She'd tried. She opened the door and let in her brother. He looked to Talon, then quickly to Hina.

How could we ever know the costs of one act of defiance, that it would be this? How would we have known? ... I'm really sorry Hina. Talon means you no harm.

He explained. He hated what he'd done -- to see her there, so beautiful, shimmering with her inner guides ... How could he have helped himself. He felt like a monster. Even in the human form he was in. He didn't want to feel this way, it was so horrible. He looked to Talon and thanked her silently.

What do you intend to do about the baby?

He asked, looking to her swelling belly.

Hina I want to be in his life...No one's going to hurt you anymore.. I don't care if you hate me, no one's going to hurt you anymore ...

He felt such conflicting emotions. His aura was electric, pulsing with such polarized thoughts and opinions, first thinking one way and then another. He was evil, he had to do it. He tried reasoning with himself, but there was nothing but desire and darkness in his heart. Nox had various thoughts of himself, of what he could be. For some of the time he could agree that he was in fact an asshole. He had been different when he was younger.

Nevermind.

He looked at Talon, as if considering letting Hina go as he sat next to her. He sat there in his true form, the haunting blue eyes looking vacant,desolate, yet sickly intelligent. He wrung his muscular blue hands around each other, his long black claws reflecting light. He was deep in thought, as if on a cord each thought pulled in a different direction. He didn't want to be away from her, bottom line.

If I let you go -- I'll never see you again.

She would run wouldn't she, far far away. With her swollen belly, with his son. He wanted to be there for the birth, as if he had to ensure that it occurred and she didn't go mental and try to kill herself or the baby.

You wouldn't let me see our son. He said in a deep tone, as if defending his intelligence. He wasn't stupid, why would she give him any of her time and any consideration at all if she were to be free? He wondered if it really were true that the mentality of the parents mattered when a child was conceived. He wondered if his son would be just as hateful and sinister as he could be. He remembered the mood he was in when he'd attacked Hina. It was the first thing he thought of when he saw her  ... He'd had to have her, in just the way that he had done. Could things have happened differently, would Hina ever have lost her virtue? But things had happened in their own way, forceful and brutal. He didn't care she'd turned away from him. He leaned over and placed his hands onto her stomach, his eyes lighting up and his jaw opening as he got a glimpse of his child. He felt as if something warm and full had nestled inside him. Talon had left the room in nervousness. She couldn't stand the confliction she had felt. Who would think her own brother being so abusive and forceful on a woman. This she hated, but she had seen her brother's excitement towards becoming a father. She didn't want to get involved and closed the door behind her. It was making her nervous.

I don't think you would let me be with him. I want to see him born and I don't think you'd allow that either. For the moment -- I don't trust you..I will bring you blood, or you can come with me to get it...Though you better not leave my sight. You can stay with Talon here .. I'd like you to be comfortable ... She should spoil you.

He grabbed her hand and he moved to stand, still mesmerized by what was happening inside of Shekinah. He was trying to act so tough but truth be told he was a little scared. His life was going to completely change. He felt bad, maybe just a little, how could he have no real feelings?

Come on, let's get you something to eat. What do you think he wants? And where would you like to go?

He laughed, amused his son was being picky and wanted something a little different than Hina was used to. Sometimes he ate things like raw bleeding flesh ... but he didn't really have to eat, either. But sometimes he did for the pleasure of it, the same pleasure of having a drink ... He walked her through the maze-like corridors ... There were plenty of interesting looking beasts inhabiting the large place. Nox led them outside and to a vehicle.

I stay here to be with the others but I have my own place too. I like to be alone sometimes. Do you think he would like some real food, something substancial..Maybe bleeding..I'm not really kidding. Is that gross? I don't know..

He touched her belly again, his senses of seeing beyond letting him get another look at the child. He felt his mood softening. His child was going to be very handsome, or maybe he just thought that because it was his kid. He laughed a little at the thought. He thought of how this was supposed to go and what he'd done. Love... He did not think he was capable of such a thing. Something vital had been burned through ... He had been betrayed and left out on his own in an exceptionally cold environment. He was a warrior and a fighter, not some silly romantic ... Love was almost despicable, it was not real, it only kept people enslaved.. Most of all, it was a lie...with every pair of lovers... one of them was lying when they said forever...

You would not really kill yourself and him because of me would you... You are just hysterical right.. I couldn't have that.. I'll tie you up..

He laughed darkly, but his odd blue eyes seemed a little concerned as they moved over her. He swallowed. He'd fucked up and abused the power of his physical body, fed on her weakness.. He didn't have to rape her he knew she'd desired him sexually at first. He was immature in the same element that made him an asshole whatever it was. Nox didn't really want to be a good, gentle man. It seemed so boring, and destined to get ruined by some slut ... It went both ways. Imposed or not, Hina was his family now and he'd take care of her just as he did his sister. He was violent. Was there an abyss deep enough for the horrible things he felt and wanted to do?

If there's anything you want to say to me.. Call me an asshole, want to beat me up.. Just do it. Just do it. Get it out.. I feel bad, but I haven't had feelings in a very long time..

It wasn't as though he could go to the shrink .... There seemed to be a shortage of demons that bothered with such things.. He probably had an irregular brain.. Most sadists did. There was some guilt there but .. He was lacking in emotions. The last woman he had been with had mainly been for the sex. She had been a more dominating type. She and Hina were total opposites. They hadn't really bonded outside of the bedroom. Taking Hina out, even though she were basically his prisoner was something different. At least from behind the eyes of the psychopath..that he was. He changed back into the man..that would be a good idea. The radio came on by itself. Well he had triggered it by a thought ..

I'd like to spend some time with you away from here though. After we grab a bite we can do some exploring... Or anything you want.. I just don't want to lose you...

He'd like to get to know her better. It was sick, a sort of 'be my friend or I'll kill you' scenario.. His eyes were beckoning, firework hazel... looking red at the moment.

We don't have a name yet...Were you thinking of anything?

Orphamiel,

Nox laughed at 'The Great Finger of the Father.' He tasted it, trying it out. He would think about it. Naming his son that would be interesting, and perhaps, very true. What could go against the yin and yang of duality? It was all truth, from the mentality of everything ever made, and that could definately be the middle finger of the father. If the demons were cast away into flames, yada yada, would they be forgotten? Creating offspring with the angels would prevent that wouldn't it? It would leave a scar. Many of them, and much explanation to be had. Men were yelled at for not being there for the child, and he was trying to be but she was almost like having a pet zombie. He was frustrated and annoyed because Hina seemed so dead, so lifeless, so depressing to be around, and that was a demon thinking so! Maybe she will be different once he is here? Nox did not generally have emotions, feelings, and certainly did not think of the feelings of others. Though the name sounded like 'orphan.' He could dump her out of the car and be done with her and the child forever. His gaze went cold as he imagined such a thing. Did many male demons have anything to do with child rearing? Some did, some didn't. It depende3d on the partners, and some of them were actually like he and Hina. He'd noticed her cringing, flinching to herself, for her really wasn't doing anything, had kept his space except for the curious touches to her belly. Thinking his son was just beneath the layers of her skin. I have broken a  woman.. Worse yet, the angel of the virtue of Love.. Yet confusion came upon his mind like bacteria. Wasn't that good? He twitched a little himself and finally started the car.

Goddamn it Hina.

She hadn't answered him where to they were going. Figures. His thoughts were mainly on the child. Maybe that would be his only connection to Hina. Could he see himself trying to raise him without her? Some human fathers probably couldn't keep a child alive without the mother. Nox had cared for his own siblings at one point, and there had been many of them. Mostly, his mother had been left with a whole brood of demons. He had tried in a way that was his own to fulfill the fatherly role.

Circe? Do you like it? Orphamiel or Circe?

He knew the child could hear him. He spoke, testing reaction. Once more the new father tried to view his son's face. But he was driving at once so he resumed taking them away from the buzzing "home." Or rather Army. Arriving at the outskirts of the nearest town, he shut off the car, went around to her side and pulled her out. He was restraining the use of his force, being pushy but not over the top. He strode away from the vehicle holding her by her wrist. He looked into her disguised, humanly face. Her eyes seemed to be tunnels leading straight to the abyss they had come out of. Even he could see the place was wearing on her. The question was, did he care, and in what way?

Nox's thoughts grew complex. He didn't want to be with her if she were to continue acting this way.

What was your life like when you were young?

He inquired. Wondering what she would and wouldn't do for their child, what sort of mother she would be concerning what she'd had or didn't have. Though often aloof and distant, he would blurt out his curiosities. The only way she would speak to him was if he spoke to her about their son. His body seemed to sheild hers, but he was thinking 'theirs' as they walked. His eyes still contained pigments of red, gold and green as he looked for something walking that was suitable for mother and child. His own needs were on the backburner. Thinking of the fatherly role he did not feel violent. He had mentally gone back to those years before when he'd held tiny screaming bodies minutes within each other and tried to calm them. Nox had been the oldest. Luckily for mother and son, Talon and her father had come into the picture. Hina seemed so poised and composed when she spoke he wondered if she even had a childhood. The thought amused him. Will this guilt eat me alive? What will they think if they discover me going soft? He released her hand so she could feed, and he thought about letting it go forever. Instead he backed away. His chest felt hollow and empty, as though there was nothing there, except for this tiny scab of a heart. He picked it and let it bleed. He had to make the best decision. If she ever got away, I really think I could find her anyhow. By knowing my blood is with her, we are connected always. He would like to raise the baby himself. Hostile thoughts began breeding rapidly in his mind. He shook his head, fighting with what seemed two souls inside of him. I will find you, He directed the thought straight into her head. Not knowing the child had access to her most sacred thing, her thoughts. It was not menacing, not really a threat, but a promise.

Nox scowled heavily after her hand collided with his face. His eyes flashed a brilliant spectrum of colour, and his lips parted to expose elongating fangs. A growl slivered from his throat, yet he did nothing, and his teeth shrank back to nothing more than human molars. He readjusted, twisting his cranium, his vertebrae creaking and snapping, traveling all the way to his vessel's tailbone. He cracked his knuckles, relieving some tension. A fuzzy smile crossed his lips. That had felt pretty good .. An odd sensation of stinging cheek and relaxed bones and muscles tingled the demon male.

What? ... Incredible.. Hearing what you think? And knowing what you feel? ...Do you hide things from him?

His eyes danced down to her hand stroking her belly. He honed in more to what was travelling through Hina's mind, growing more curious by the second. A wide grin spread across his darkly handsome face, spiky bangs falling into his eyes that contained flecks of all the colours of a sunset : yellows, reds and gold. And greens. The six foot four human body dipped to nuzzle his face against Hina's abdomen, his hand making a round about her belly.

..Daddy didn't know you were in mommy's mind.

His tone was apologetic, with a tinge of a cooing, paternal sound. Though he couldn't hide the amusement. It sounded funny, didn't it? I wonder if he hates me already for making her so sad.. The proximity of closeness reminded him just what had caused this incident in the first place. Like a bee stinging,somewhere her words of not wanting to be reminded why she loathed touch crashed hardcore into his mind. He bit his lip, his tongue tracing the inside of his mouth. His touch? Any touch? Nox's steps winded backwards, looking up at her as she spoke of "Daevas." Nox let a moment of silence settle as he thought carefully, and seriously over what she had spoken.

Our son will have many paths to choose from...Some dark, and some "light" as you Angelic beings call your ways.  Departed from your sky as I am..I respect his free will, and honesty. I can imagine he will be confused, though I do not feel sorry for placing him in such a spot. He shall be strong enough, and should be able to handle whatever consequences he renders. I would hate to think of the weakness if he worry about "not belonging." I see the instant rejection as closed minded. What harm could welcoming such a rare race actually do? Why cannot the benefits be found? As with anything else in the world, "Daevas" did not ask to be created.

He looked flustered and shied his gaze away, as if "Oh no my intellectual is showing" ..

I was asking what was life like when you were a new soul?...

As she told him she hated herself and she hated him, he rolled his shoulders, stretching a little. A part of him could care less, yet there was a nagging voice in his mind that insisted he should've done things differently. He imagined that she was the angel all the males had had the hots for. The voice went on ... Look at her..Look at what you have in front of you..

She started screaming at him, and almost stoicaly he just stood there, letting her get all of the frustration and anger out. The words he thought to say just wouldn't make any sense at all to her. He looked around them, though as her large feminine long lashed eyes began to redden, he couldn't help but watch. He liked the way it looked when she became hungry. It wasn't as though she would starve, and if worse came to worse and she grew weak, he wouldn't mind supplying her the sustenance both she and unnamed baby would require. Should he snag a human just incase? But..Hina wasn't looking so well. He thought it was more her mind than anything else.

Hina..I was just trying to get you food. You told me you were hungry... I brought you to eat! Sure we can leave. I hate being in a man costume,

He told her. She had seen him in many forms. He didn't feel like driving. He shifted, and grabbed her up in his arms. His leathery bat like wings spread wide and  his talons scraped the ground ... they were in flight. Arriving at his abode, the door unlocked as he stood before it. It was a little rundown on the interior, though he liked it that way. Still carrying her, his steps sounded on the stair case. His bedroom door creaked, he walked inside and lay her on the bed.

If I can get you anything ... I would be glad to.

Somewhere he was craving affection and closeness to her, though he was trying to restrain it. He'd wanted to touch her hair and cheek on the way, though did not. He tried not to poison the energy of the room with the heavy vibes rolling off of him as he perched on the edge of the bed, his feet kicking lightly as he thought over her words. The bed was high off the ground, the bedframe wooden black, worn from age with a vintage look, and the bedding also was black, yet thick and warm. He dragged the sheets over her legs. He wondered why no one came after her, or why he was even the one to have her. She spoke of one of them "cracking" and going insane. Nox was starting to believe he was willing to change with her ...

Her thoughts zapped through his mind like electricity, spinning around. Her feelings towards him were broken down into compartments. A portion of her wanted to destroy him, another fearful, and yet another actually wanted to touch him. He was partially astonished, though an arrogant smile wormed it's way over his cobalt lips. Though his son was concerned about his mother's state of mind, as Nox was becoming so. He touched back, gingerly, remember the sensation of a tiny hand pushing against his cheek.

'What if he grows up to be a monster?' Her question haunted the dark corridors of his mind. A growl rumbled in his throat. He grinned as she mentioned the chaos that would become of the Daevas being able to walk between worlds. They ought to have that right, their heritage in it's own way was like a gateway. Perhaps a stronghold for demon kind. At last, to be understood? That they would not back down from instinct, honesty and right. Nox believed the god being had hedged his bets, and was enjoying both sides of the fence, one way or another. Such as this, allowing he to have copulated, though forcefully with Hina, virtue holder of Love.

...You will always be Mother..To a child, "Mother" is God.

She began to cry, her eyes far away, as if she were in another place. She probably was. He moved over closer, and lay at her side, on his back. He folded his arms behind his head, staring up at the spinning fan blades. He looked over to see her with a pillow jammed in her face. He dragged the covers around her body, gently dragging the pillow from her, to show her face.

You fed him? How? ... I didn't see you do anything?

He nodded his head at her words of not explaining the conception. Nox's visage felt heavy with something, not liking to see her this way. He turned to his side as well, a strong arm wrapping around her, placed underneath her breasts and over her tummy. He pressed his forehead against her back, her neck, his horns running through her locks of hair. His claws ran lightly over her flesh, in an erotic manner. He lifted his head to look in her face, his cerelean blue eyes holding so much. The demon's jaw tightened as all the 'should've' thoughts stampeded in torrents in his mind. Should've tried to understand her first. The colour of her eyes was mesmerizing. He badly wanted to kiss her ..

Please stop ... Hina I cannot stand to see you this way

His voice had an intimate tone. Nox thought he would teach the young male to respect Hina, to always think of her. Then his mind descended to whence he himself had come. Nox's father had been a cranky, contemptuous, promiscuous beast. The male had no real feeling for him, nor did he have much feelings for anything. He barely understood that what he'd done was wrong. He lay his head against the nape of her neck, curling his body around hers, breathing in her scent, feeling her hair against him, and her skin.

You keep mentioning it...What do you see yourself becoming? I don't understand you Shekinah...I'm trying to.

The demon said honestly. He wondered what had happened to Naamah ... though didn't ask. She seemed too fragile for too many questions. His full lips kissed her back softly, wondering if she hated their son.

Let me know if there's anything I can do to .. relax you ... This state you're in right now is not good..Even the baby is worried about you..He knows you are sad. I thought.. things would be different..

Nox thought Hina would've been stronger. He'd misjudged by a long shot. He was regretful over what he'd done. It had been very juvenile. He was getting strong urges to be close to her. He burried his face in  her hair, liking the silken texture on his flesh...yet it was all too amazing, the child growing in her belly... He wondered when he would finally see and be able to hold him. Conflicting emotions penalized him. He felt like leaving her to herself, though did not depart just yet. Was there a way to punish himself? Had something already been lined up by fate? He thought about it.

Something about Naamah was almost frightening to Nox. No, he wasn't afraid of her physical attributes, or abilities, but the poisonous qualities of her mind, the way she baited her body for male, perhaps female desire. Nox had a history of being with dominating females, ones who acted in similiar ways to Naamah, even at times playing a submissive role and letting the female rule, and he liked it that way, though the submissiveness was usually kept private, and in the open, it looked as though he were in fact dominant. It was the way a woman could drill in pain like no other, harsh words that could tear a male ego to shreds, or scandals that would snap a heart, even one concrete and solid as his own in half, or worse. He liked Hina better, although he could not think of a tangible reason as to why. A female's face was crafted differently to make her eyes all the more noticable, and like most males, Nox fell under that spell of large, expressive eyes, yet Hina's were like no other female's he'd ever seen before. Dreamlike, otherworldly and captivating, not harshly calculating and hunting like Naamah's ..

He hadn't been sure how she'd respond to him holding her in his arms. His lids settled lower over his eyes as her arms rested over his, and she appeared to grow more comfortable, though he'd sensed a little tension .. As she shied away, he loosened his hold around her waist, giving her some space in the bed. It was a king, so there was plenty of room, but he chose to be near her.

I think of things to say to you, that end up just being fragments because I don't quite understand how to talk to you? If that makes sense. I think I see what you mean about one of us "cracking" ... It might happen, we might see sides of ourselves we did not know were there.

He nodded that she didn't want to be tricked or lied to. It was one reason he did not want to get involved with Naamah. Beneath his blue-skinned face, his cheeks grew warm and flushed with blood, as he seemed embarrassed as she talked about what he'd done, if he regretted it. His skin was so dark it was hard to see, but still visable that he was in fact blushing. He looked away, to the breeze rushing in through the windows, the black and red lace curtains flowing in the winds. An unconscious, gutteral growling sound left his lips, yet it seemed to be something that his kind just did. Immeasurably, He thought. He tipped his head in a nod.

Yes..I do regret..You would not gain any pleasure out of watching me do anything to myself in return though.

Being immortal, he could do any number of things that would inflict severe pain, yet the tissue would quickly grow back. A bullet to the head, severing a limb, any limb, and as painful as it would be, the demon's physique would be restored complete. He'd thought about several things he could do to torture himself, and he would do it, and let the blood run, but Hina's mind perhaps would reel in horror and not enjoy the sight of him in pain, much less mutilating himself. Since she would gain nothing from it, his thoughts on it subsided.

Not her or her soul? He arched a ridged brow and tilted his head.

Hina, that doesn't even make any sense at all. You will always be yourself and always have your same soul?

Unless she was speaking of Naamah, or some conditions that the male did not know anything about. With their limbs tangled, he reeled her in closer, arching his thick neck to sample the scent at her throat, and behind her ears. She spoke that he had "right" within him, even though a small piece and she recognized that he cared for her well-being and their son. Even though it wasn't what most males did, he looked forward to spending time with the baby, to learn what it was like to interact with a young, new soul with a new perspective on old times. He pulled his face back as she said their son had a suggestion. Pretty advanced for his age, isn't he? Nox thought. His face was just a mere inch or so from hers as she spoke, and he looked at her in grave seriousness as she posed the ultimatum, once more gazing into her crimson eyes.

His countenance reacted strongly to the thought of raising his son with Naamah. The demon's eyes grew wide and his head twisted in a fierce stroke of "No." Though once he'd calmed he looked at her, She would sleep until eternity? For me? I am damned. Sometimes he mused what it would be like to burn. It would be like billions of needles digging into his brain, through his skull, leaving smoldering holes where they had penetrated and torn. Falling from an infinity of stories, flaming, and breaking into billions of pieces. Perhaps, falling forever that way?

Why would you sleep so long for me? .. No .. I do not want Naamah.

Another strong jerk of his head. Apparently he had been brutalized somehow by some demoness. There was a desparate look in his eyes for a moment, which slowly faded as he was faced with Hina. He grabbed her strongly by her hip and pulled her body alongside his, as if fiercely relieved, and feeling her belly poke against him, his hands kneaded and pressed against her mid-back. The truth was he did not want to keep her locked up. What if he simply wanted to leave for a few hours? He didn't want to leave the pregnant mother of his child to be in restraints. He wanted her to have some freedom, but he wanted her in Hell with him. He wanted her to stay.

I was afraid that you hated him. I thought you did, for awhile.

He loved the tummies of females in the first place, though the feeling of Hina's against his own muscled abdomen was pleasant, so soft, yet firm where the baby slept. In excitement, he dug his nails into her, for about a milisecond, then withdrew them. His expression gave away quite plainly he was trying to behave, it looked very mischevious, yet with some restraint .. his lips in a candid smirking grin.

If you do reject him after his birth, he will have a home with me. I have already told you I will let him make his own decisions...I value the effectiveness of making mistakes...I can tell that you were not meant for this... Or you think you weren't.

He told her. He placed his face against her chest, against her breasts and listened to her heart. Feelings of impossible magnitude were raging within him. Nox wanted to be in a place where he could understand the boy's mind. If it meant helping his mother become more 'down to earth' and he learning how to interact with her, he would do that.

I just didn't want you to run off with him.

Such feeling was in the demon's voice, and still within it, there was a sigh of relief. He wouldn't look at her, just stroked her back with his talons and his head burried deeply in her chest. He started to laugh however, demons never knew quite the proper way to deal with things, and they most usually didn't care to. He was impressed and amused their son was so damned smart. It would've been different if Hina hadn't gotten pregnant, wouldn't it? What would he have done then? He didn't want to think about it. He moved his arms from around her, and crawled on top of her, nuzzling her throat. He loved the way she felt beneath him, so soft, yet so pregnant. Even to the demon it was so beautiful. He dragged his thighs together to pin her between them. His fingers ran over the length of her arms to her hands, his nails going around in circles over them, then his fingers gently massaged. He kissed her hand, then brought it to his cheek. After the beatings of things in his own mind .. he felt he had matured some. She may never be able to forgive, or forget. At times he felt like a shell of a man, or demon. Nox was willing to try again, in a different way with all that he had. Some black widow woman had dug in with her fangs and drained nearly all the life, all the energy from him. His eyes searched hers, as if looking for her permittance. He wanted affection. To Nox, it was like making up, making peace. It was a gift. Though, perhaps his mind worked in a way she did not, would not understand.