- Rebel -
Reaper's jaw dropped.
"What do you mean, you're kicked out???" He leaped to his feet, hands slamming against the table. A sudden feeling of deja-vu took ahold of him, and he sank back into his chair. His father only rised, and stepped towards the door, chuckling.
"Exactly what I said. You and your sister are kicked out. Marked as rebels. Banished forever from this place. And to think I called you my son." Lucifer sneered, before snapping for two of his own bodyguards..not that he needed them. As they neared, Reaper saw one was holding Lily.
"As if it wasn't bad enought that you went..but you took a soul with you!!" Lucifer sighs. "I am very, very displeased, Reaper, with both you and Lily."
Reaper swallowed as he stood again, stepping towards the bodyguard daemons.
"I am sorry.."
Lucifer snapped.
"Nevermind that. It doesn't matter now. These two will escort you and your sister to the Surface, since you seem to like it so much. And you will see it is not easy being a daemon upon the surface." Lucifer's eyes grew cold. "Remember. You can be killed, though you retain your strengths. And should you return here, you will get no royal treatment..only the treatment that most all the souls get. You are both forever marked as rebels."
Reaper opened his mouth to cry out, but a daemon stepped foreward, knocking him firmly on the back of the head. His eyes fluttered shut, and everything went black.
He awoke some time later, gazing around himself. Lily was nowhere to be found, and only one name rang in his mind. Kristine. He winced, closing his eyes again. Kristine was still there, at home..but no, that wasn't home anymore. He was a rebel.
Reaper stood to his feet, looking around again. He saw lights from a tavern not far away..recognizing it as the tavern that Kristine had showed them the other night. He could remember her, smiling..''i'll show you the best tavern..'' and then, in the tavern itself...her..him....her lips, her kiss, her breasts, her hips...oh, he missed her already, recalling her gasps and moans in his mind..her begging, her pleading...
Reaper moaned again, falling back against a tree, one arm across his body as tears welled into his eyes, blood, and began to slip down his face. "Oh, Kristine..I'm..so sorry."
He stumbled towards the tavern, shuddering with every step.
Lily was not there, neither was Kristine. And the Tavern had changed much. It felt years older, instead of just days...and he felt himself years older, and slow with every step. He stumbled up to the stairs, and got himself a good sleep.
He found his sister not long after that, and the two remained in contact, though not close. He lived the life a daemon does upon the surface...becoming more of an incubus with his habit of seducing the pretty ones to get a little taste of the pleasure Kristine and he had had so long ago. The slave auctions became his fetish, and he always wore a dark cloak when he went, to disguise his race. Eight years it went on. Reaper gre from adolescent teenager to being in his late teens, handsomer than before, face leaner, body the same. He no longer remembered the Hell that had once been his home, but only this place where he stayed, but could not call home for it was not...Kristine wasn't there.
He stands at the auctions, and spots a familiar form. Lily?...she runs up to him, grabbing his sleeve, tugging it. "Reaper! You'll never guess who was sent here."
He reels. Sent here? From where?...oh. There. That place. He shakes his head. "Who, Lily?"
"Kristine."
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