Hmm a pairing I absolutely hate pops up, isn't life fun?
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Fallen to the pits of Hades
Chapter 1 – Lover’s affections
‘Oh yet another wonderful day to be dead, so much better than being alive!’ A female voice purrs while lightly dancing down an ancient abbey corridor. Spinning with a sense of weightlessness from one shoeless foot paw to another, she continues her way while humming an old ditty in the scarce filtering light.
‘And such a wonderful view I just happen to see’ a voice smirks, enriched by the darkness of his coat; the scarlet blazed stripes and eyes are all that transport him away from his lair as he stares at the oncoming female.
Smiling, the female drapes herself across his lap, stroking his chin with a hand and giggling.
‘And I have only you to thank for that, Lord’
Her fellow smiles, murring slightly to the touch though not moving much beyond the shadow of the throne where he sits. Smirking once more, he lets a hand stroke the female’s chest with gentle movement, buckling the light and flimsy fabric that is supposed to cover her.
‘I’m still grateful you know my lord; you helped me get back at that pitiful Hedgehog that I once loved. Of course he’s no match for you, now he is just rotting with that stake in the dungeon with the rats, exactly where he belongs.’ Giggling a little as thoughts dance across her minds eyes, she continues.
‘Not much of a kisser either, had to give him one final taste before I tried his, no match to yours though, it’d be like comparing your strength to that little fox boy who was just so delicious.’ She giggles slightly to his touch, letting her voice coo in thankfulness for her newer, better lover. At least he cares and gets her what she wants unlike certain cobalt spine balls ever did.
‘I’m sure you are I’m glad I was able to help you on that occasion.’ He ceases his stroking, taking his hand away just to eye her laying across his lap like a pet of some kind, watching the object of his affections with care.
‘You have helped me from more than there my Shadow, my warrior of darkness, more than just once.’ She coos again, holding a tang to each word and letting some trailing moonlight to reveal her pale pink fur. Her light lime eyes sparkle in his presence, both in satisfaction and joy as he turns to stroking her distinctive hair coiling like a viper on a clutch that is her eyes.
It really is a wonder to be dead.
The darker hedgehog sighs harshly suddenly, seemingly bored now from stroking her spines. She looks to him, wondering as she rolls off his lap and turns to sit on the steps to where he sits with the so distant expression.
‘Something the matter?’ Regarding her for a moment, his voice comes out thick in fluent death as he continues his gaze back to the rock imprisonment.
‘Yes, there is.’ Raising an eye ridge slightly, the paler hedgehog continues to press.
‘Can you tell me….? I don’t like to see you so depressed like this, you know I don’t’ He turns back to her, making her flinch slightly from his gaze. Though both are the same creature in both senses, he had a much bigger advantage in a fight than she does and the eyes of his burn with much more severity.
‘Amy, please. I’m sorry but I just can’t tonight, something from earlier has caused a memory to start nagging at me again, just a few words, I just need some time to settle it again. However,’ he pauses to see her dejected look ‘I will take you out tonight if you wish; it has been several days since either of us has sated our thirsts is it not?’ He smiles at her, standing steadily from his still forever rampant insomnia.
Taking her stretched out hand and staring into her now widened eyes, the seasoned demon pulls her to his side. He wraps an arm around her smaller shoulders, keeping the faint smile and glad to see her own back on her greyed tan. His free hand slips down to her waist, stroking it was care as she giggles at his touch, twitching her tail slightly to show her own amusement, happier to see him looking less…. how to phrase it, less lost. He had always been like that until he had let her close.
Walking together like one demon they go down to the outer courtyard, their launch point for the nights feasting ahead. The disruption of a band of lives will come also; not to mention an enjoyable one for them if he has any making it up to her planned; he can swear it on his oath.
The pair moves swiftly under the moon’s gaze, the Shadow carrying her across his chest as he runs at substantial speed for his species with leg movements nothing but a blur. His pupils, once slits are now so slim they sink beneath the bloodied waves chasing after the meal they both so seek and the feet do tread towards.
Both of their breaths, despite now no longer needed for life, draw and dissipate to the chosen’s own heart beats though theirs holds a slightly panting tang of the distant longing and wait for the life giving resuscitation.
‘We’re here’ the ebony hedgehog suddenly announces, stretching away his arm and so allowing his mate to step down from him. She gazes upwards when back on her own paws, quickly glancing over to see what the possibilities are.
‘There’s a window there, can you see the curtains? Some child must have forced the parents to keep it open for the night, too bad for them’ she grins, gazing over to her other half who has his arms crossed, waiting.
‘Race you up!’ She smirks. Without a second glimpse, she ducks down as low as her legs allow then springs upwards towards the entry she had already pointed out. Using her flight momentarily, she holds her balance long enough to shove the stiffened window out the way and allow her inside.
‘What took you?’ Comes from inside, faint traces emerald evaporating around his grinning form as he stands in the same stance. Own emeralds glare at him.
‘You’re no fun’ she pouts turning away from him, arms crossed over her chest as well but glance firmly on nothing but closed eyelids. She keeps a foot firmly on the window frame to look as though she may leave but has her head tilted to one side to further emphasize her annoyance. She doesn’t see him walk towards her nor hear the muffled sound of his footwear against the flooring. She realises his closer presence soon enough as he gently kisses her revealed throat causing her to coo slightly to the touch.
‘I’m not am I…?’ He questions softly pulling away. She turns to him, eyes a flare but they quickly dull down again to match the grin on her aged tan.
‘I could be wrong you know’ she answers, winking an eye. He stands back to allow her to move, bowing slightly with arms stretched to lead to the local too busy with sleeping to realize the two so close by.
‘Ladies and roses first’ He smirks despite looking down and eyes half closed as he announces the said. She throws her hips to one side as she passes him, winking again in his direction then proceeds to the bed of whose owner continues to snore peacefully, hugging a pillow tightly with feeble mumblings from the dream-world.
The shadow stands quietly, watching with a stern looking gaze, much like when he was a mentor to her, teaching her how to survive. He never did expect this to ever happen though, ever since he as changed he never thought it was possible yet here he stands, watching the second female he has ever cared about in his existence. The memory nags at his mind again, final words but he hides the slight distraction, he isn’t about to disturb her as she prepares to strike her prey.
The female circles around to the opposite side of the bed, touching the cover’s edge lightly as her eyes remain firmly locked on the sleeping hare. Its ears twitch slightly with following whiskers but the eyes remain absorbed in another plane of existence and ready to be taken.
She sits upon the bed, twisting herself round as she pulls her legs up onto the cover and strokes the hare across the neck. She is constantly watching for any sudden reaction that would prove more drastic methods needing but to her disappointment, the caressed fur fails to tell anything about the delicate touch.
The hedgehog grins, opening her mouth slightly causing hidden fangs to slip into view from their former retracted form. Her hands slip across the young ones head, crossing it with their finger tips, gently pulling the head back from its coiled form so it instead is towards her. With hardly an effort spoken, the still sleeping youngest is resting upon her lap, now with thumb in his mouth despite the age looking way beyond those simpler years.
The said rose begins to stroke the neck fur again, bringing it back and forth, slowly stimulating the blood flow to be closer to the skin for better feasting. If someone else was to see though it would probably looks like a friend over another’s sleeping child.
Within another drawn breath of the held, her fangs plunge into the young ones flesh.
Her movement is swift to stop the blood slipping away from her lapping tongue. Her hands now hold down the shuddering child, slowly awakening but already too late to do anything but return to being drowsy. She begins to kiss his neck wounds, stroking the fur and releasing it of its scarlet contamination and to leave none of the life energy as waste until the victim has nothing left to give.
‘Don’t make me too jealous’ the other hedgehog comments with a smirk. He remains where he is, watching carefully at the liquid movements before him, his other half helping her strength regain and he does nothing to cease the moment but watch both her and the whitening stare of the hare’s expression.
Amy reluctantly lets the boy drop from her clutch, licking away the faint traces from her lips where the fangs recede as she looks at the slumped, glassy eyed body.
‘Sorry, I should have left something for you…’ she mentions, sighing as she prepares to swing her legs back off the bed. The obsidian quickly interrupts her as he reappears in front of her and lifts her chin with a finger.
‘Don’t worry about it,’ he replies, leaning forward to kiss her on the lips. Muffled sounds of ecstasy ripple from her throat, holding to her breath as he pulls away and continues to gaze at her, holding her like an unbreakable chain.
‘You deserved every second, besides I can last much longer than you can without as well as be less worried of my timing. Now my dear, what do you wish to do with this one?’ Letting an arm slide from her back, he nods towards the slightly flinching hair amongst the tangled bed sheets.
‘Hmm and the decision time is always so against us…’ She ponders now turned to the bloodless corpse with a careful touch to lean her head upon. Turning back to the shadow beside her, she holds out a hand.
‘Hand me one of those spears of yours.’ He slowly blinks with confusion entangled in his eyes.
‘The chaos spears? You know you can’t handle them, not without burning yourself as badly as last time you. You were never meant to be messing energy like I was designed to.’ She scowls at him angrily, crossing an arm over her chest, tuning her body to the hare yet her stare to him.
‘I only need it for a minute; the moment it starts to burn through again I’ll throw it so you can finish it all right? Lord, I really want to do this for myself rather than having to watch you have all the enjoyment.’ He sighs angrily, half closing his eyes in partial annoyance.
‘This once and that will be it; I don’t want you to have to be corpse fed again because you can’t use a hand.’ She nods satisfied as he lifts one of his own collections of claws up. Narrowing his eyes the slightest; he causes a flurry of the chaotic energy to form below his fingers into the long spear of energy of the emerald shade. Within seconds, a solid shard of crystal is foraged, still floating between the ebony furs that they cast new light across.
She instantly snatches one end, wincing slightly as the energy burns at her flesh. Snapping her head back round with an unnatural crunch from her shoulder bones, she leaps onto the bed like a prowling panther, letting the power touch the bed covers by pure accident causing them to erode at the slightest touch. She kneels above the boy, crystallized javelin gripped tighter to cause the stench of burning flesh to intensify as well as the char marks to grow.
‘Jic hou cha bola!’ She snarls and with split second precision, the severed head rolls off the bed and the energy is taken from her palm and back to its owner. The sickening thud is heard and the crackle as the body and throat continue to scorch from their momentary touch.
No sentence for the weak, one that was her words.
She pants harshly, trying to soothe her hands of its new wounds as he causes the energy to fade back into his body; the chaotic energy is naturally what lets him last longer without nourishment. He comes to her side, rubbing her shoulders gently as he rests his head against hers as he whispers into her ear,
‘Well done my demoness’
The head is left by the bedside for the parents to discover as well as the bed and contorted body left as it fell. They themselves had long since vanished via his teleportation technique; he felt it inconsiderate to run with her like this no matter how much he longs to have the ground constantly under his heels.
Too far as well as gone to hear the screams of terror that morning brought in the household.
Within the seconds of them departing back for the ruined abbey, he was standing above a large bed, still holding her close to him though the pain has since made her become less aware of what was going on around her. He drapes her onto the bed, carefully laying her head onto the cushions and leaving the injured hand away from her face.
The hedgehog runs quickly from the room, straight to where the infirmary would have kept the sick back when this was still a life filled place beyond the vermin. Snatching one of the few reminders of these occupants, he runs back to where he left her though given his speed it may as been though he never left her side.
Now at the other side, nearest where her injured lays, the master seats himself on the bed, holding the hand by the wrist over his lap delicately as he begins to bandage the wound and give it a better chance of healing.
When finally satisfied, the shadow lets himself gaze over to the softly breathing form that is with a half smile and watching him. Stroking her head with care and helping the newly wrapped to the cushion, he whispers once more.
‘A surprise will be here when you awake.’ With that, he kisses her softly on her forehead, pulls the thin bed covers over her rapidly losing body and leaves to wander with his forever-existing insomnia.
‘One I’m sure you will enjoy my perfect Amy Rose.’
