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Saving him

Saving Him

Pairing: Klaus/MC

Klaus had failed to remain awake. He had tried so hard to avoid deep sleeps and rested his eyes every now and then as a strategy to rest but not to sleep.

With the light orbs still illuminating his room in the dormitory, Klaus was hunched over his desk and fast asleep on top of the assignments he had been doing.

An empty cup of tea, which he had calculated to be his tenth, sat on the top right corner of the table. His glasses were clasped within his right hand as he tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes. He had only wanted to simply rest his eyes for a moment, but he was now, unknowingly, in a deep state of sleep, with his head propped up onto his right arm and his mind fading back into his memories that had become his nightmares whenever he fell into a deep slumber.

Klaus hadn’t been faced with a situation like this before. While deep inside he was swirling with anger, he could only helplessly stare at the irreversible damage that had been done.

“No,” Serge’s whispered, his voice shaking as he spoke, “No!” he yelled, his heart pounding, his breathing shallow, his hands shaking and tears swelled within his eyes, beginning to spill over, “No!” he repeated, unable to control the raw depth of his emotional turmoil in this moment.

The streaking tails of tears ran down his face and fell off his chin and onto the stone statue in front of him, “Randy!” he cried, painfully, hoping the statue in front of him would hear him, “This wasn’t supposed to happen!” he screamed, trying to tear off the stone with his bare hands.

Serge’s attempts to tear off the stone was in vain. No matter how hard he pulled and scratched at the stone, not a crumble of it fell off. He reached into his pocket and withdraw his wand. Raising his wand, he stood back and aimed the tip at the stone and took a breath to speak an incantation.

Until.

“Stop that you idiot!” Klaus stood in front of the tip of Serge’s wand and pushed him back, knocking his wand from his hand and sending Serge tumbling to the lilac grassy floor below with hard thump, “He’s not covered in stone, he is stone!”

Klaus’ breath was also shallow from the anger and pain that raged within him, “I had warned you this would happen but you didn’t listen? No! You never listen, and now Randy has been petrified because you were too cocky with your abilities!” without missing a beat, his words were direct, sharp and clear.

Serge had stayed where he had landed on the ground below and could only look up into Klaus’ eyes that were welled with tears too but his amethyst eyes were as sharp and terrifying as the anger within his voice. Not even the stars above burned brighter than the anger that reflected within Klaus’ eyes.

Serge couldn’t say anything and looked down at the ground beneath him.

Behind him, a giant serpent laid slain across the grassy meadow in the northern forest that was part of the Gedonelune Royal Magic Academy’s grounds and where the three were students. The meadow at the scene of this tragic night was mostly a beautiful scene day and night. Pale lilac flowers bloomed at the tips of the long grass but melded into a dark violet halfway down the stalk before disappearing into the earth below. Serge and Randy favoured this spot because of its natural beauty but now it marred by blood, death and tears.

The surge of anger within Serge dissipated and was replaced with guilt, sorrow, pain and a sense of helplessness. It was nothing he had ever experienced before and truly began to believe that this was his fault. Regardless that is was a mistake, his mistake was a costly one.

“It…it was an accident,” he pleaded in a whisper, “Believe me Klaus, this…this wasn’t supposed to happen. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

Klaus didn’t want to hear it, “What did you think was going to happen when you started to recklessly experiment with magic well beyond your experience? At the very least, you shouldn’t have dragged another person into your foolishness,” he snapped.

“Do… do you think I wanted this to happen?” Serge asked Klaus.

Klaus was losing his patience with Serge, “I doubt his family are going to accept that as an excuse, Serge. I warned you not to experiment with dangerous summoning spells and I told you not to drag anyone else into this. Mistake or not, you summoned a basilisk and foolishly tried to handle the creature by yourselves, a creature that is well beyond the experience of two students, regardless of your rare abilities,” Klaus’ sharply replied with his eyes still piercing through Serge’s, full of anger and pain, “You’re lucky I was here to defeat that beast otherwise who knows who else may have been hurt.”

“We weren’t supposed to summon a basilisk,” Serge assured him, “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone! Look, we can still save him. There has to be a way to undo the spell!”

Klaus gritted his teeth as his patience grew even more thinner, “Ridiculous!” he yelled, “I can’t believe you right now.”

Serge rose to his feet and with desperation in his voice shouted, “I want to save him! There has to be a way.”

Klaus Goldstein is a genius wizard and despite being a student was already a certified wizard knight and topped all of his classes. His aptitude for wizardry impressed the ministry so much that he had a guaranteed career once he graduated from the academy.

“There is no cure for a petrification spell!” Klaus reminded him.

“I will find one!” Serge said determinedly.

“Even if you do, who knows how many years that will take!” Klaus replied.

“No!” Serge refused to accept that as an answer, “I will find a way to undo what I did here tonight, even if it takes my entire life. He’s not dead in there!”

Serge was overwhelmed with emotions and Klaus’ anger toward him only grew and had no sympathy since he had so recklessly dabbled in magic well beyond his abilities. In Klaus’ mind, Serge had killed someone tonight.

“You do that on your own,” Klaus said, “I warned you not to be reckless and warned you not to drag innocent people into your cockiness, you didn’t listen. Even if it takes you years to undo the spell, who knows how much time he would have lost and how many loved ones would have passed away. Randy may not be dead, but being petrified is a fate the same as death. You killed someone tonight, Serge. Regardless of it being a mistake, you killed him,” Klaus said harshly, “You killed him,” he repeated.

The weight of those words stung Serge in the heart and the guilt, sorrow and pain he was already feeling multiplied. He didn’t just lose one friend, he lost two. Klaus really thought he was a murderer. The intent within Klaus’ voice was unlike anything Serge had ever heard. Serge used to rile Klaus up for fun, but they both knew it was all in good-humour but that wasn’t the mood. The atmosphere was permeated with a morbid tension and Serge was the villain, Randy was his victim and Klaus was the protagonist. Yet, Serge couldn’t disagree with Klaus’ perception since magical creatures were his speciality, Serge would agree it was a fate worse than death since petrification was simply being frozen in time where one is neither dead nor alive. It was he who wrote the summoning circle wrong and summoned the basilisk that petrified Randy. More tears escaped from his eyes as the reality of the situation began to sink in more.

“You’ve killed him,” Klaus repeated, muttering through his clenched jaw as another surge of anger welled within as he turned his back on Serge and looked closer at the petrified state of his friend, clenching his fist, Klaus added, “I should’ve stopped you from these reckless experiments ages ago.”

Serge listened to every word that was being spoken and the weight of those words would become his burden. In that moment, Serge Durandal no longer existed and he adopted a new name, Randy March. It was now his life mission to find a cure for petrification. As Klaus remained with his back turned, Serge couldn’t bear this scene any longer. He wanted to get started, to find that cure for petrification and free his friend. Disappearing into the wilderness, Klaus was left alone with Randy’s statue, the slain beast in the meadow and Serge was never heard from again.

***

“Ugh!” Klaus abruptly woke up.

Sweat formed across his forehead and his hands were slightly shaking.

Looking around the room, he quickly realised that he had simply had had another one of his nightmares, which he had wished was just some fiction of his imagination, but was actually a memory of that tragic day almost six years ago now. Randy still remained petrified and, until a couple of months ago, Serge was never seen or heard from again.

“Why did he show up there of all places?” Klaus asked out loud to no one.

Klaus knew why he reliving that particular memory and it was one out of two traumatic memories that he was reliving in his nightmares. The other was reliving the night he had almost lost someone he had come to love with his entire soul, heart, mind and being to a madman trying to use dark magic to resurrect the dead. Which is when he saw him again – Serge Durandal. Klaus couldn’t understand why he had shown up, why he had helped him save Asana’s life and how did he know Azusa? Were they collaborating? Was Serge dabbling in dark magic to find a cure for petrification? Why did Serge help him despite their falling out on that night? So many unanswered questions ran through his mind.

The light orbs floating above him were still illuminated and the halls outside his room were quiet with all the other boys living in the dorm still fast asleep. Outside, the moon glowed brightly but there was a faint stretch of sunlight beginning to form at the bottom of the sky. Klaus looked to the clock that hung on his walls and it was quarter to five in the morning.

After waking up, there was no way he was going back to sleep. Not that he couldn’t if he tried, but he didn’t want to sleep and have his mind wonder back to force him to relive his traumatic memories. He sighed with exhaustion. Not having a proper sleep pattern was beginning to make him restless but he’d prefer feeling restless over being forced to relive painful memories.

Quarter to five was about the time he woke up every day. He preferred it. When the other students were asleep, the dorm building and the academy was a lot more tolerable because it wasn’t loud and it wasn’t crowded. He didn’t have to swiftly step into the gaps between the crowd to get to where he was going. He didn’t have to stop to have pointless conversations with others. As an added bonus, he had time to revise his schedule for the day and get started to have everything completed. Though, he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t exhausted and didn’t wonder how he was going to pull through the day contently. But, sleep wasn’t an option right now.

Klaus grabbed his cloak and headed to the kitchen first to have breakfast. After that, he found himself walking the hedged lined courtyard that separated the classrooms from the living quarters. He was bound for his office, but decided to detour to the girls dormitory. Her window was on the garden side of the building, overlooking the forests and springs in the distant north. But, he looked at the building, convincing his mind that she was sound asleep within the safety of those walls. He found himself doing this most mornings ever since he almost lost her two months ago.

Despite the fact that she was Azusa’s victim of choice, Asana barely dwelled on nearly being murdered by a dark wizard practicing dark magic. If anything, she looked happier and healthier than when she had first arrived at the academy. She was proud that she was able to help clear the initial rumours that Klaus was the one practicing dark magic. She was proud that she was able to discover her rare abilities she had never known about. She was proud that her magic wasn’t useless and had helped someone in need. She wasn’t bothered at all and Klaus had come to admire her tenacity even more. But, Klaus, was bothered.

Not only had he nearly lost someone he fell in love with and the fear of losing her a new feeling he was experiencing, but how embarrassed he was to have had become so overwhelmed and emotional about losing her that he had failed to protect her when she needed him the most, that he had forgotten to focus his magic and for the first time felt completely powerless. But, Serge returned, under the name of their petrified friend, Randy March. The first time seeing him since Randy’s petrification and he was the one who broke the barrier, helped him to save her life, stopped the attack and discovered that the Azusa attacking them was just a copy, which he had made, of the real person, who was now long gone.

“Serge,” he muttered, “Why did you come back?”

Klaus didn’t understand why Serge had returned or why he had chosen to help him save Asana. He also didn’t understand how Serge knew Azusa, a man guilty of practicing dark magic and willing to commit murder to see through to his goal. He wanted to know why Serge was using Randy’s name to disguise himself. These questions kept being repeated in his mind and he was desperate to find the answers but since that night by the spring, he hadn’t seen Serge to ask those questions.

After spending several minutes in a trance, thinking about the incident with Randy, the incident with Azusa, Serge and staring at the dorm building thinking about Asana, he was interrupted by someone walking up to him.

“What are you doing?” it was a familiar voice, one he didn’t need to see the face of the owner to know who it was.

“Nothing,” Klaus replied, “Why are you up so early?” Klaus turned his attention to who had come up to him.

Elias had a hand full of books, “There is an exam soon so I wanted to get some studying in before class starts today. You look awful though.”

Klaus gave his brother a fierce glance, “Is that really the first you thing you say to me? Most people begin with ‘good morning’.”

“Well,” Elias blushed in his usual awkwardness that Klaus still found odd but was used to it by now, “I��ve noticed you’ve been keeping your lights on late at night most nights now and you’ve…well…,” he trailed off.

“Well, what?” Klaus prompted, his eyebrows narrowing at his brother.

Elias didn’t want to say it out of fear of brotherly repercussions, “…You know what, never mind.”

“If you have something to say, say it,” Klaus crossed his arms waiting his answer.

Elias glanced away, “Well…You’ve been grumpier than usual.”

Klaus imagined that Elias was aware of the incident involving Randy and Serge six years ago, but if he wasn’t Klaus wouldn’t be surprised since he wasn’t the type to get involved in other people’s business, even if it was his own family. Klaus and Elias had always been close and even if Klaus wanted to hide the truth from his brother, Elias would see through him. Elias had helped Asana to clear his name during that mess with Azusa and it warmed his heart, though he’d never admit it, to know that his littler brother believed in him. Of course, Elias did know that he was romantically involved with Asana, who happened to be Elias’ age, in his classes and they had become friends independently of Klaus. But, Klaus was older and was not going to share his burdens when he knew that Elias, his little brother, had so many of his own to carry.

“You should get going with your studies,” Klaus made it clear he didn’t want to talk about it.

Elias knew what he meant, but also knew by that one sentence that he was also struggling but not willing to share it with him, “…Well,” Elias trailed off, beginning to walk away, “You are okay, right?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Klaus now glared at his little brother.

Elias kept some distance between them and was ready to walk away but said one last thing before he left, “…Well…um…,” he began, awkwardly, his face a shade of light red, “…Make sure you’re getting plenty of sleep. It’s uncomfortable watching you work so hard to the point you aren’t resting properly.”

With those last words, Elias quickly bolted in the direction of, no doubt the library, within the walls of the ancient castle that was now the main building of the entire school. Klaus watched his brother’s body fade into the distance and couldn’t help but be warmed by the fact that he cared, but this was not something big brothers share with their little brothers. With one last glance of the girls dormitory, Klaus quietly disappeared from the scene and walked, tiredly, in the direction of his office inside the castle with a mind full of questions and flashbacks to the incidents involving Randy six years ago and the recent mess with Azusa.

As the day continued on, Klaus felt exhausted and felt as though he was going to collapse, especially after covering Professor Schuyler’s practical magic class. Asana, who had been watching from the distance, was worried about him as much as Elias was too. During the last class of the day, the Headmaster had asked Klaus to cover his Magical Beasts lecture, which happened to be Asana and Elias’ class.

“He’s exhausted, I can tell,” Asana commented, “Other people might not be able to, but it’s obvious once you know him well enough.”

Elias, who was sitting next to her, agreed, “He was awake all night. He has been up late most nights lately. I’m worried about him but he won’t ever talk to me about it. Maybe he’ll talk to you.”

Klaus heard them muttering before he was about to get started with the topic of the lecture, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he quickly skimmed through the lecture notes the Headmaster had left for him and the instructions was to cover the topic of incurable spells and curses that could be cast by magical creatures.

“Timely subject,” he sarcastically thought and had to bury the flashbacks of the basilisk from that night six years ago and Azusa’s summoning of a Nue, a foul and murderous creature born of dark magic.

He understood the instructions and was motivated by the incident six years ago and Azusa’s attempts to slain a unicorn with a Nue to educate this generation of wizards about the costly impacts of messing around with magical creatures beyond their experience. Which is probably what the Headmaster also had in his mind when he prepared the material for this lecture.

“Take your seats,” Klaus clearly and sharply instructed and not one student dared to not to follow an order given by The Emperor.

After giving everyone a moment to relax and find their seats he began, but the bright lights was making him feel very dizzy but he powered through it to the point that no one, but Elias and Asana, could tell that he wasn’t feeling well.

“Today, we will discuss the magical abilities of magical creatures and the consequences of underestimating their impacts,” he informed the class, “The magical capabilities of creatures varies between having weak abilities to incredibly strong abilities. For instance, winged-rabbits and carbuncles tend to have weaker magical abilities compared to creatures like dire wolves, fairies, mermaids and dragons. However, human and magical creature conflicts exist and no matter the degree of magic each creature is capable of doing, do note that if you fall on the wrong side it may very well be the last thing that you ever do. Why do I say this? Any ideas?”

No one raised their hands to answer his question and no one, but Asana and Elias, were aware that his speech and movement was slower than usual. Asana couldn’t focus on the topic of the lesson for she was worried about Klaus collapsing in front of everyone.

“No one?” asked Klaus.

Usually silent, Yukiya decided to answer Klaus question from his usual spot by the window, “There are a few reasons why humans with magic shouldn’t underestimate the abilities of magical creatures. I can give three examples. One, humans still don’t know a lot about the magical capabilities of a variety of magic creatures. Two, magical creatures are often used to make powerful contracts and when used incorrectly can be devastating to the wizard or wizardess. Three, magical creatures can possess the ability to curse and kill depending on the creature.”

Klaus accepted the answer, “Good answer,” he continued, “Magical creatures are also unpredictable and, often, it is up to the nature of the magical creature in question if it wants to be friendly or not, for some creatures they embody darkness and will kill or curse without hesitation, this can include dire wolves, werewolves, vampires and chimeras, while others are creatures, born from light magic and have that choice, such as winged-rabbits, carbuncles, fairies, mermaids, unicorns and other intelligent creatures.”

The lecture continued until the last bell of the day echoed across the school, and somehow Klaus made it through the lesson without fainting even though he struggled to see clearly in front of him by the end of the lesson. As the students cleared out of the classroom, unaware of how dangerously drained he was, only one person remained behind and Klaus could sense her presence. After overhearing her and Elias talking, he didn’t want to open up to her either and decided to gather his cloak and muster what energy he had left to make for a quick escape back to his office.

Barely able to stand straight, Asana watched him leave through the teacher’s door near the desk in the classroom. Immediately, she followed after him knowing that this was his attempt to hide whatever he was feeling from her too. She ran to catch up to his side, dodging a hall full of students, who, thankfully, were too frightened of Klaus, who they had nicknamed “The Emperor”, to stand in his way.

“Don’t you want to see me today?” she asked, catching up to him and standing by his side.

“I have a lot of work to do today,” Klaus insisted, but it was a lie.

Asana glanced up at his face and could see the redness within his amethyst eyes and the bags underneath them. His usually perfect and smooth ivory-skin showed some stubble and coarseness that she didn’t even think was possible for someone as regal and respectable as Klaus. It worried her because she had never seen him like this before.

“You look worse than what you did yesterday,” she said.

“Is that so,” Klaus didn’t argue with her, “Elias already told me that this morning.”

The lecture room wasn’t far from his prefect office and he nudged the door open with a slight push of his hand and Asana followed him through, closing the door behind her and locking it.

“Why did you lock it for?” he asked.

“Because, we need to talk,” she said.

Klaus took off his cloak and hung it on a hook on the wall near the door. Asana did the same with hers and put her bag on a vacant chair inside of his office. Klaus went over to his small stove to brew a pot of tea but before he could choose the flavour from his box, she stopped him.

“I will do that,” she said, “Go sit.”

“And if you don’t make it correctly?” he asked.

“You have taught me how to make tea the way you like it,” she smiled up at him, “I’ve basically mastered it,” she amused and gave him a cheeky smirk.

Knowing he wasn’t going to win when she was this persistent and not having the energy to do so, he yielded and sat down at his usual seat on his side of the desk where he worked.

Although he was exhausted, her energy somehow increased his own. The sparkle in her eye, the brightness in her smile and her overall beauty, simple yet divine, had attracted him to her. But, her kindness, strength and understanding personality truly captured his entire heart and soul. She brought a lightness back into his life that he had been missing for so many years. Little did she know it, but in a way she was saving him too.

“I have a different flavour of tea that I’d like for you to try,” she said and waited for the water to boil.

“What kind of flavour?” he inquired, not keen on trying something new.

Asana didn’t answer immediately for she had a plan.

Earlier, in magical pharmaceutics, she had enquired to Professor Merkulova about teas that can help a person sleep better and ease their minds. Observantly, Professor Merkulova had figured it was about Klaus’ restlessness and had handed her a blend of valerian root, black rose petals, camomile and lavender that were great for relaxing the mind, boosting pleasant dreams and helped the drinker to get as much sleep as their body needed to recover.

She had to follow the recipe and cooking method for the brew to work as intended. The water had to boil before putting in the leaves and steeped for at least two minutes before straining the mixture into a cup for consumption. She waited for the tea to be brewed before answering his question. He didn’t bug her in that time and went about his work.

Pouring only him a cup of tea, she walked over to the right side of his body and placed a hand over his right hand that was moving a quill across the papers on his desk. He stopped writing and looked up at her. The steaming cup of tea in her left hand and she looked at him with loving eyes.

Moving a lock of his golden hair from his forehead, she began to speak, “You looked like you were going to collapse in that last lesson Klaus,” she said, concern riddled in her voice, “I’m worried about you.”

Klaus didn’t want her to be and swivelled his chair around to face her directly. His right hand clasped onto hers that she had placed over his and was now using to brush aside his golden locks of hair, and gently he brought the back of her hand to his lips and placed a sweet kiss on the back of her hand, “I’m fine, really,” he said, trying to convince her.

“You’re not though,” she saw right through him, “This is a magic blend of valerian root, black rose petal, camomile and lavender. I made it during Professor Merkulova’s class today to help relax your mind and let you sleep until you are refreshed again. I made it so that it’s sweet for you.”

Klaus gave her a soft smile, appreciative of how much she cared for him but this wasn’t something magic tea could fix. With her in his presence, giving him the kind of love that no one else could, was more relaxing to him than she even knew. She was becoming that one person who was breaking down those walls he had built around him, that he had sworn he’d never let anyone in but, she was becoming an exception to that rule.

“I don’t need tea,” he said, grabbing the cup she had brewed and placing it on the desk.

“But—,” she protested him not drinking it, especially after she was just trying to help him.

In her distraction, Klaus tugged on her arm and pulled her close to him. The unexpected tug had her lose her footing and she fell forward into his arms but he caught her almost immediately.

“K-Klaus?” with their noses almost touching, she could see the fine lines in his skin, the redness in his eyes and the dark bags underneath them much more closely and in more detail.

Immediately, Klaus felt her body relaxing and she let herself gently rest against his frame. He was bigger, broader and stronger than her that her tumble into him didn’t even hurt. Looking deep into her rose-quartz eyes, he could clearly see the detail of her lashes, to the slight curve on the upper eyelid and their roundness. Despite seeing her eyes flickering with surprise, by his unexpected tug, and concern, which she had for him, her eyes were so different from his own but they were full of light and wonder that he could stare and get lost into for a long time. To think that he had come so close to never seeing them again, haunted him in ways she couldn’t imagine.

With a swift movement, Klaus swept her feet off the ground so that she was propped onto his lap and made it easier for him to embrace her entire body. Without saying a word, he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers taking in everything he could sense with his own body and senses. The warmth of her body seeping into his, her relaxed and comfortable breathing, a sign that she completely trusted him, the feeling of her cute nose brushing against his, which was larger and straighter, the tickle of her chestnut hair against his forehead, the way her fingers lovingly and gently brushed through his golden locks, knowing the way she was looking at him right now, the sweet scent of strawberry shampoo in her hair and the sweet floral scent that was absorbed into her skin from the perfume she wore, the loving and sweet smile she always flashed at him, the way her mind, body and heart trusted him, the light thumping of her heartbeat and her melodic voice, although she wasn’t speaking, he could hear her internal thoughts like no one else could. He had come so close to losing all of her, but with her safely in his arms and feeling all her warmth, this ensured him that she was really alive and his mind began to relax.

“…K-Klaus?” she called out his name, but didn’t want to disturb what he was doing especially if it was relaxing him.

He felt her breath on his lips and a smile curled at his lips.

All his armour fell off around her and after a moment, he began to speak, “…I almost lost you…,” he whispered, “…I don’t want to ever lose you…”.

She could feel his breath on her lips too and, even though his eyes were closed, she smiled at him, “You’re not going to,” she whispered back, her fingers still lovingly tussling through his golden locks, “I’m right here and I’m not planning on going anywhere so long as you’re here.”

“Well stop doing dangerous things,” he retorted but gave a small humorous laugh, “At the very least, think before you act.”

Asana laughed with him, “…Same to you.”

She suspected that this was why he was losing sleep and asked him if that was the case, “Is this why you haven’t been sleeping? Because of what happened with Azusa?”

Klaus opened his eyes and looked down into hers, “…Yes, and no.”

“Then what is it? Will you tell me?”

Klaus paused for a moment but chose to be honest with her, “…Had it not been for another person that I haven’t seen for a long time, and that I didn’t expect to see there, you would have died. I couldn’t break through the barrier to get to you and was overwhelmed by fear that I was going to lose you that I couldn’t focus my magic properly. I’m embarrassed to admit that I failed to protect you when you needed me the most and after you had so bravely fought for my innocence as well. I keep thinking about that night and how and why things turned out the way that it did. It’s the first time where I felt so afraid and worried that I was going to lose someone I care about so much.”

Asana remembered that night as clearly as Klaus had and never knew it bothered him so much. Despite being the person that was almost murdered, she didn’t think of his rescue as a failure and disagreed with him, “But you did save me Klaus, in more ways than you know,” she insisted, “In the end, you showed up and you did protect me. I was scared but as soon as I saw you, I wasn’t afraid anymore. Your magic was amazing and inspiring that I hope to be somewhere on your level one day.”

“How can you seem to be okay with what happened that night?” Klaus wondered, her response something he was expecting to hear her say but could never understand her way of thinking, “You’re so…weird.”

“Hey! That’s so mean!” she chuckled, but then her voice reverted back to having some seriousness within her melodic tone, “Why dwell on something that didn’t happen? Yes, I could’ve died, but in the end I didn’t and I get to live another day. I also don’t regret my actions. I helped clear your name and a unicorn’s life was spared. After losing my family when I was young, I often do wonder how I survived but I did and that’s what’s important. There is no use spending my energy thinking and fearing what could have been a different outcome. Besides, my mother always told me to keep smiling no matter what because being in the light is better than being in the shadows. I add my own philosophy on the matter too. That being, even the darkest moments of our lives can be temporary if we will it but happiness should always be permanent for it makes our lives fuller.”

Klaus was silent after hearing her response. He never once doubted her tenacity but on the surface she can appear to be quite airheaded, but underneath her happy exterior he was sure that her intelligence and wisdom came from a traumatic period in her own life. All he could do was stare into her eyes to try and make sense of what kind of a person she was and who she would end up becoming.

“…You really are a mystery to me sometimes,” Klaus eventually remarked.

Asana wasn’t sure if that was a compliment, “Was that supposed to be a compliment?”

Klaus flashed her a soft smile, “Yes, this time that was a compliment.”

Klaus watched her hand move across to cup his large cheek into her hand and felt her thumb glide across the dark bags that had formed underneath his eyes, “You need to rest Klaus,” she remarked, “I’m right here with you but I sense that my brush with death isn’t the only thing on your mind, right?”

He remembered Serge being there that night and remembered Asana calling him Randy and wanted to know where she had even met him, “Where did you meet Randy?” Klaus asked, curious as to how the two could have crossed paths.

He watched her closely and saw her remembering how she met the man who, unknowingly to her, was the same person she looked up to and the same person that he had loathed for a long time because of that incident six years ago.

“He was very strange,” she recalled, and that didn’t surprise Klaus at all, “You were in custody at the time that I met him. I couldn’t sleep and there was a disturbance in the northern valley. Magical creatures and animals were escaping the area in droves and I went to investigate. Randy was the first person I had seen there and he kept asking if I was a magical creature or a spirit. He had come from his dorm to investigate the disturbance in the forest too. I didn’t know then that Azusa was behind the disturbance, but he was there too.”

“Did the two seem friendly?” Klaus asked.

Asana nodded, “Apparently they were roommates in the dorms. But, you also heard him say that Randy had made that shikigami for him too.”

“Yes, I heard him say that,” Klaus said.

Klaus knew that she was telling the truth but if Serge had been roaming the dorms, he surely would have seen him but it was entirely possible for Serge was a strange and unpredictable person who probably took great measures to conceal himself so that they wouldn’t meet.

“If Randy is who you are concerned about, I wouldn’t worry because I don’t think Randy was involved in the incident with Azusa,” she continued, “If you think he’s dangerous, I don’t sense a malicious vibe from him at all. He tore the shikigami and even wanted to help capture Azusa so that he didn’t hurt anyone.”

Internally, Klaus wanted to be angry that she was defending him but knew that it would be unfair to her because she truly had no idea who he really was and what he did six years ago. He wondered if he should tell her. Unaware, his soft and loving stare into her eyes had changed into a glare.

“…What’s wrong?” she asked after seeing his soft stare turn into that glare, which only a few months ago scared her, but not anymore, “Did I say something wrong?” she removed her hand from his cheek, afraid she had offended him.

Usually always aware of his emotions, he quickly realised that he was glaring into her eyes, “…It’s nothing,” he replied, his answer short.

“Is it because Randy helped you that you can’t sleep?” she wondered.

For Klaus, that was a complicated answer but for her to understand he would have to explain, “It’s complicated,” he answered, “I’m truly grateful for his help, working together we were able to stop Azusa and the Nue, and no one was killed.”

He didn’t like Serge using Randy’s name in place of his own since it wasn’t his to use and it was his mistake six years ago that cost Randy his life. He didn’t like the idea of Serge sneaking around the academy after disappearing six years ago. Inside, that same anger he felt six years ago began to burn once again.

“…Six years ago,” Klaus began to speak, breaking the silence, “Something happened in the northern valley in the meadow not far from the spring where Azusa tried to slay that unicorn and almost killed you. There were two other students and myself. One of the students attempted to summon a magical creature using a summoning circle but had written a component incorrectly and he hadn’t checked it before performing the spell. The other student, my roommate and closest friend here at the academy at the time, lost his life that night. The one who had performed it, disappeared and I haven’t seen him since that night. I was full of rage at him for being so reckless that I accused him of murdering our classmate.”

Klaus felt Asana’s body relax once again and watched her big round eyes flicker with surprise, “I didn’t know, I’m sorry,” she said, sympathising with him as she didn’t know about the traumas he had been through, “That night with Azusa must have reminded you of that night, huh?”

“Yes,” Klaus agreed, but unknown to her it was more so because Serge had appeared.

“…If I can ask,” Asana began slowly, “What…did he accidentally summon?”

If Klaus didn’t want to talk about something, he would simply not talk about it but was comfortable sharing this much of his memory with her, “A basilisk. If you directly look that creature in the eye you will die instantly. However, if you indirectly stare at it, you will be petrified. My friend was petrified that night.”

Klaus watched her eyes widened with fright as he recalled his memory and shared it with her, “…There’s no cure for petrification, right?” Asana asked, remembering the lecture he had given in class moments ago, “I read that in the textbook just now in class.”

“That’s right,” Klaus said, “Maybe, someone will find a cure one day. Though, until it is found, he remains, to his day, in a state of petrification at his family’s house. I keep remembering this memory because of where I almost lost you was almost in the exact same location.”

“It makes sense now,” Asana understood why he was so restless, “I get it now.”

Klaus didn’t need to elaborate any further but felt relieved he was able to tell her the bulk of the memory without dragging names into the recollection of his memory of that night. Although that was a difficult memory to openly discuss, he found himself relaxed and comfortable with her right by his side. It was another reason why he had fallen in love with her, because she had come to understand him and who he was so quickly.

“I’m so sorry for your friend, Klaus,” she apologised.

He felt her hand gently cup his large cheek again and felt her press her forehead against his, “I’m hopeful someday that someone will find a cure and we can release your friend together. But, in order to do that, you need to rest first otherwise I’m scared you’re going to collapse. You may be a gifted wizard, but you are still a human being that has his physical limits just like everyone else.”

Klaus agreed with her, “I know.”

“That tea will help.”

Klaus didn’t think so, “I don’t need the tea,” he assured her.

For a moment, he released his left hand from where it helped to embrace her body as she laid upon his lap. Grabbing his quill, he jotted down words on a piece of paper and then neatly folded it and sent it flying out of the open window on the opposite side of the room. Outside, the orange shades of the afternoon light was dimming into darkness as night began to fall across the kingdom.

“What was that about?” Asana watched it flutter away like a butterfly.

“Help me sleep tonight,” he said.

Asana’s eyes widened as he asked that and he could see her mind going to dirty thoughts. It amused him, but that was not what he was asking, though it was the perfect opportunity to tease her, “Good thing you locked the door,” he teased.

“Wait…,” she protested, thinking he was going to do things to her and her cheeks turning red by the suggestive thoughts going through her mind, “That’s not—.”

Before she could finish speaking, he lifted her up in his arms, carried her across the room and laid her down on the sofa inside the office, on the opposite left side of his desk and below the windows of the office, where he sometimes took a nap during his breaks and breathed in the fresh air that drafted through the cosy room.

“K-Klaus, wait…,” Asana half-protested.

Her shifting eyes were amusing to him but he gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead before climbing over the top of her. Somehow, that kiss had her no longer protesting, even though Klaus could see on her face that she thought he had intentions to make love to her.

He chuckled, “One day,” he said, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek and then on her lips, “Not today though.”

“Huh?” she was confused, “Then what do you want me to do?”

“Stay with me here,” he said.

“Huh?” she sounded her confusion once again, “But…the tea?”

“I don’t need the tea,” he repeated, “…You.”

His body gently pressed against hers and with a couple of shifts they found some comfort laying together on the sofa. He buried his face into the crook of her neck and closed his eyes. He could feel that she now understood what he meant as her body comfortably relaxed underneath his and she wrapped an arm around his body while the fingers of the other hand lovingly stroked through his golden locks.

“…I get it,” she whispered, with a smile forming across her face “Sleep well. I’m right here with you,” she said, and kissed him on the forehead too.

Klaus could hear her heart beating and he could feel the vibrations of her vocal chords as she quietly hummed. It soothed him to the point where he fell into a deep slumber and not long after he had fallen fast asleep, did she succumb to her own drowsiness and joined him in a deep sleep. The pair not awaking until the next morning.

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Dreaming in Silver and Gold

CHAPTER 25, Klaus/Liz, Rated: Explicit

Prologue \ Ch. 1 \ Ch. 2 \ Ch. 3 \ Ch. 4 \ Ch. 5 \ Ch. 6 \ Ch. 7 \ Ch. 8\ Ch. 9 \ Ch. 10 \ Ch. 11 \ Ch. 12 \ Ch. 13 \ Ch. 14 \ Ch. 15 \ Ch. 16\ Ch. 17 \ Ch. 18 \ Ch. 19 \ Ch. 20 \ Ch. 21 \ Ch. 22 \ Ch. 23 \ Ch. 24 \ Ch. 25 \

Demon au requested by @itsmeimcathy thanks for getting my butt back in gear and giving me awesome prompts. <3

Sorry for the delay in posting once again. Life has been crazy for the last *looks at watch* four years. Yikes. Tbh the reason it’s taken so long is I lost all confidence in my writing. I’ve decided to power through regardless of my feelings of inadequacy. Here we gooooo.

****Also there is Elias/Luca smut in the third section. It’s pretty much the whole of the third section.****

Fates weave their threads

Our lives are sewn

Born to a life

All but our own

We feel it inside our bones

It’s in the blood. - In the Blood from the ‘Hades’ soundtrack.

Liz closed her eyes as she adjusted the metal crown on her head. The elaborate piece was made of muted gold and encrusted with glittering white and black diamonds. It was heavy and it pressed into her messy chestnut-colored curls. Her eyes were lined elaborately with gold and charcoal, it contrasted against the bright color of her eyes and made her look mysterious. Her dress was simply cut with a high neck and long sleeves. The material was made from heavy gray velvet and she had to stop herself from constantly running her hands over the plush fabric. Embroidery made of golden thread covered the bodice and the sleeves. A train of sheer material fell from her shoulders and flowed behind her when she walked. Yellow diamonds were scattered across the train and shimmered like stars in a cloudy sky.

She approached the golden double doors and waited as the angels on either side of her threw them open. She was met with thunderous applause as she stepped onto the path in front of her. There was a multitude of angels lining the walkway and thousands more in the sky watching her.

A marble floor made of gold and silver stretched in front of her. The images of the angels hovering above reflected off of the polished stone. The setting sun cast hues of gold and pink off of the numerous clouds. A shimmering waterfall made of sparkling bronze water cascaded from a break in a cumulonimbus. Flowers spilled out of vases and lined the path Liz was walking. The aroma was heady and sweet. It swirled around her. Curtains of gossamer swayed in the breeze of the giant arched doorways that lined the balcony.

A month ago she had been crowned as queen in the underworld without Klaus. It had felt like a betrayal to him to do something so impactful while he was somewhere alone and hurt. The archangels and demon council had argued that it would come across as a unified front if she was crowned now rather than later. Sadly, they were right.

The week after she was crowned in the Underworld she was elected as the Archangel of the Sky, with stipulations. Sebastian would retain his power as an Archangel since he already knew how to manage it. Liz would work on learning to fly and developing her powers while also learning about the duties that Sebastian handled. When the council felt that she had grown into her power and position then they would do a power transfer.

Elaine had been crowned as Goddess of the Underworld at the same time, with Demetre taking the silver crown and pledging his sword, shield, and protection to her. Liz wondered if he had already done that before many many millennia ago.

Elaine’s situation was complicated. She couldn’t entirely take on Klaus’ powers because he wasn’t there to give them up. When an archangel is elected their power is linked to their second in command so that they may have a sliver of it. Moira had discovered a spell that increased that sliver of power for Elaine and also sealed her off from Klaus slightly. The council was afraid of what was being done to Klaus under Ahaz and didn’t want Elain to be completely linked to Klaus if things went sideways.

She was approaching the end of the path and the archangels and commanders came into view. They all smiled encouragingly at her. Elaine and Demetre were standing closest to the raised dais in front of Liz and they both looked powerful and intimidating. Elaine wore a crown made of black gold. Spikes of metal extended from the base of the crown. Her tresses of golden hair were braided around the base of the crown and the pointed metal. Her dress was black silk and strategic cutouts fashioned from black lace were sewn into the dress. It was striking and alluring. Demetre had his hand at her back and he was whispering into her ear. Elaine was laughing but she wasn’t looking at him she was looking at Sebastian.

Sebastian was standing at the end of the path in full ceremonial armor. It was polished to gleaming gold. A shield was strapped across his back, and his baldric of knives was his only weapon. He winked at Elaine and it pulled the scars on his face as he grinned. When their gazes met Elaine blushed and returned the gesture to him. He smiled and shook his head before his gaze fell on Liz.

He bowed to her, and despite all the chaos in her life, Liz smiled. This was exciting after all. She was about to be crowned as a goddess. Sebastian offered her his arm and Liz gripped it tight as they ascended the steps together. Sebastian fell into step behind her as they climbed the dais towards Moira.

The sun was low in the sky behind Moira and rays of the setting sun framed her. The light bounced off the silver and diamonds covering her white dress. Her pure snow-colored wings extended behind her and she raised her arms to the sky.

“Today,” Moira’s voice boomed and echoed through the space. She paused as she waited for the multitude to quiet down. “Today, we swear in a new archangel. In this time of turmoil, we look for new light. We continue on despite the threat at our doors and we lay the foundation for a strong future.”

Liz came to stand in front of her and Moira smiled down at her warmly. “Archangel, do you commit to serving the realm to the best of your ability?”

Liz cleared her throat slightly and took a deep breath. “I do.”

“Do you promise to uphold law and justice, in mercy, and for it to be executed in all your judgments?”

“I promise.”

“Do you promise to protect the realm and the people of the earth until your dying breath?”

“I do.”

Moira’s hands came to hover above Liz’s head. “Words have power and the vows you make are binding.” As she spoke light haloed around Liz’s head. It slithered down her shoulders and across her neck. “Breaking these vows have consequence. Should you ever forsake them you shall burn in the fires of the underworld forever.”

The halo settled on Liz’s head and she bent her knee to the scribe. “I understand.”

“Then rise and take your place as Goddess of the Sky.”

Liz rose and the room erupted into applause.

“Second,” Moria turned to Sebastian next. “Please kneel and state your vows.” Sebastian knelt in front of Liz and bowed his head baring his neck to her.

“On bended knee, I swear to serve and protect my archangel and the realm, to serve the good of both, even if it costs my life. I swear to be brave and strong by sword or bow, in wilderness and cities, in the fires of the underworld and the weather of the skies. I swear to help govern and recommend judgment in good faith and understanding. All this to the best of my ability.”

Moira handed Liz a sword and Sebastian extended his arms to take it from her. He slid the metal into the scabbard that ran down his spine. Moira then handed Liz a silver crown and she placed it on Sebastian’s blonde curls.

Liz extended her hand to him and Sebastian rose to his feet. The crowd of angels cheered for their newest archangel and second. Liz smiled up at the bright sky and for just a moment she felt elated.

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After the ceremony, Elaine opened up a portal to the underworld, and Liz, Sebastian, and Demetre stepped into the darkened realm. Without Klaus there the underworld seemed so dim and bleak. Everything was the same but there was no life to it. The garden was dull where there had been light previously. The temperature was cooler and the fog that naturally settled over the world was heavy and stifling. It seemed like all warmth was slowly seeping out of the realm. It was getting harder and harder for Liz to want to be there. Every time she went up to the surface for school or to the heavens it was a breath of fresh air.

Liz slowly crept into the room she shared with Klaus. Ever since she had seen Ravenna in there a month ago she was weary every time she entered her space. There didn’t seem to be anyone there and she relaxed as she began to take the pins out of her hair. She deposited them and her crown on her nightstand and shook her hair out.

They hadn’t told Demetre about Ravenna yet. It was agreed that it would do him more harm than good to bring up her shade. After the encounter, she went to Sebastian and Elaine immediately and explained what she had seen and the cryptic message that Ravenna had given her. Neither knew what to make of it and that sat Liz’s teeth on edge. There were so many uncertain things surrounding her. Keeping her head above water was becoming increasingly more difficult.

No one had heard a whisper of Klaus or Ahaz since they disappeared and Liz was getting desperate. She wanted something, anything to happen. This time of limbo was driving her insane. Things were going well despite that though. The seraphim, demons, and angels had combined their councils and forces and were going through war strategies and plans daily. That seemed to be the one bright spot in all of this. Centuries-old tensions and discrepancies were slowly being healed and repaired. All parties involved were realizing just how much the gods had decayed the views of the others and they were doing away with it.

They hadn’t seen or heard from Sigurd since that day in the council chamber when he appeared with the seraphim. Elaine had explained to Liz that it was because it was dangerous for him to get correspondence to them most of the time. Sometimes Klaus would go months without hearing from him. It was important that his cover remain intact. Liz understood that but it was frustrating to have someone so close to enemy lines and not have more information on Ahaz and Klaus or the rebel demons and seraphim.

She walked into her closet and unzipped her coronation dress. She let it fall to the floor and she rolled her shoulders as her wings appeared at her back. The weight settled into her shoulders and she sighed. She was accustomed to her wings now. They could vanish and appear at will and she had full mobility over them. She still didn't know how on earth to fly. For now, she was focusing on learning to use her magic in this new form. Sebastian had decided that they needed to focus on that before they started on her flying.

She had also begun weapons training with Isidore and Natalia. That hadn’t done anything to improve her relationship with Isidore. She had a certain respect for him sure, he was brilliant when it came to fighting, but that didn’t make him any less a pain in her neck. Luckily Natalia usually kept him in check. Her favorite weapon right now was a spear and she wasn’t half bad at it. At least she thought so, Idisore didn’t agree.

She dressed quickly with a snap of her fingers in a pair of black silk pants and an oversized black sweater. She braided her hair out of her face and pulled on a pair of fuzzy socks. That sort of magic came easy to her.

She made her way to the library at the center of the archives. That is where the oldest books in the underworld were located. In her spare time, she was researching poisons and antidotes in an attempt to gain some knowledge about the poison coursing through Demetre’s veins. Daphne was tackling the library in the heavens while Liz was working in the underworld.

Today however she found Daphne in the underworld with books scattered across the tables. The other angel looked tired and Liz frowned. She hadn’t seen her at the coronation and knew that it was probably because she was down here searching through the endless texts. Daphne was working the hardest out of all of them in preparation for what was to come. When she wasn’t dealing with her specific duties as Charis’ second, she was researching Demetre’s anatomy and expanding her knowledge of poisons and binding spells. For some reason, she was taking her lack of knowledge personally. Daphne told Liz once that it was her job to know how to counteract poisons. The fact that she couldn’t figure out Demetre’s poison was slowly breaking her.

“You look like hell,” Liz said as she sat down across from Daphne. She was starting to learn that bluntness was the easiest way to communicate with Daphne. The angel appreciated honesty over deception and pretty words. Daphne preferred to dish lovely words and deception instead of receiving them.

“Thank you so very much.” Daphne clipped as she turned the page in her book. She didn’t even look up.

“I mean it, when was the last time you slept.”

Daphne finally looked up at her and the circles under her eyes were dark. “I don’t remember.”

Liz sighed and drummed her fingers impatiently against the table. She realized that it was a habit she had picked up from Sebastian. “You need to sleep.”

“I need to find the components of this potion.” Daphne huffed.

Daphne buried her head into her book and tried to physically dismiss Liz. She tried a different tactic. “You aren’t any use if you’re too tired to think straight.”

The book in Daphne’s hand snapped shut and Liz knew she had won. Daphne directed her hardened gaze to Liz and threaded her fingers together. Liz fought the urge to audibly gulp. Sometimes she forgot how scary Daphne could be. Now she was going to turn that sharp mind on Liz instead of her book.

“And what about you Liz?” Daphne asked all too innocently. Her eyes were wide and her expression a practiced softness. Anyone else would see it as honest concern but Liz could see through it a mile away. The more she was around Daphne the more she could see why she and Klaus didn’t work out. They were far too cunning and similar. No, Daphne’s concern was a calculated assessment and it was searching out weaknesses.

“Having any nightmares lately?” Liz winced but held Daphne’s stare. “Any visions? Any sleepless nights? Panic attacks?”

Liz sighed and tilted her head. “Look, I didn’t say you couldn’t come back and continue but you need a break. Let me research a bit and go and sleep. Hell, you don’t even have to leave there’s a couch over there in front of that painting. Take a cat nap.”

Daphne held her gaze before standing from her chair and smoothing out her sweater. “Fine.”

“Fine,” Liz replied.

“You’re such a mother hen,” Daphne grumbled under her breath as she made her way over to the couch at the far end of the stacks. She snapped her fingers and a pillow and blanket appeared. She threw her cover over her while she continued complaining under her breath.

“Night Daph,” Liz said as she glanced down at her book.

“Yeah yeah,” Daphne grumbled.

Liz smiled to herself and soon she could hear Daphne breathing softly. The stillness crept into the archives and Liz let it consume her for a bit. After about an hour she heard Daphne stir and she watched her friend sit up against the couch and rub her eyes.

“Feel better?” Liz asked.

“Yes,” Daphne said quietly. “I’m sorry for snapping at you.”

“It’s alright.”

“It’s just,” Daphne trailed off and Liz waited on her to continue. “I feel like this stuff with Demetre is on my shoulders. There has never been a poison I couldn’t counter. I’ve studied extensively for hundreds of years to make sure that I have the tools and knowledge necessary to combat what I need to combat and heal. I’m not in the habit of being wrong or without knowledge. I’m taking it personally.”

“Gods you and Klaus are too similar.” Liz sighed. Daphne glared at her and got up from the couch to come and sit across from her. “It’s not your job to know everything. That isn’t possible. I know that breaks your heart to hear.” Daphne rolled her eyes and Liz continued. “Work with what you have. Theodora, Randy, you, and I are working on this. Between the four of us, we should be able to figure it out. It’s just going to take some time. We have about a million years of source material to go over.”

Suddenly a flash of smoke broke into existence next to them and Demetre appeared. He didn’t say anything just rolled up the sleeve of his dress shirt and held his arm out to Daphne. The material pulled over his sculpted chest but Liz could see that he was thinner than the last time they had looked him over. His body was doing well to sustain him but she could see the small changes little by little that reminded her that they were losing.

“I’m ready for the midday torture.” He said sarcastically. They had been drawing his blood three times a day and searching his vitals to monitor them and see if there were any changes in his body.

Daphne blinked up at him and Liz thought for a second she was going to murder him. That’s one thing about this situation that was becoming increasingly comical. Demetre and Daphne despised each other. They grated on each other’s nerves and both were sharp-tongued enough to cut the other down to size. Liz enjoyed watching them interact.

Daphne didn’t say a word. She grabbed his wrist and Liz saw Demetre wince at her grip.

“Ouch.” he hissed and Daphne flashed him a fanged smile. She slid her fingers lightly up his arms as she felt for his veins. When she was satisfied she snapped her fingers and a syringe appeared in her grasp. She drew his blood quickly and Demetre watched her intently. Liz watched as golden ichor filled the vial and Daphne finished her task. She handed Demetre a bandage. And he wrapped it around himself.

“Are you going to kiss it and make it better?” He asked. Liz saw his eyes dancing in amusement.

Daphne hurled a book at his head and he disappeared before it made an impact with his skull. It drifted through the space he had occupied and slid across the floor.

“You know, maybe I’m not so bent out of shape about saving him,” Daphne said quietly.

Liz laughed and went back to her research.

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“Ventos!”

Elias dodged Luca’s spell easily and spun to grab at him. His black claws glinted in the light and Luca jumped back to avoid them.

“Apareo umbra!”

A perfect copy of Luca appeared and began to engage Elias in magical combat. The umbra held Elias’ attention and Luca used this time to begin to corner Elias against the wall.

They had been training for weeks in Luca’s defenses. He was a talented wizard and was more than capable with a wand. Elias was concerned about how well he could handle himself in stressful situations. Being naturally skilled in magic was one thing but using it in combat was a different beast entirely. Elias wasn’t going to risk Luca being defenseless against a demon or a Seraphim.

So they practiced daily much to Luca’s dismay. Luca’s magic burned fast and strong which gave him the initial advantage in battle. However, they soon discovered that tactic cost him precious magic as the fight went on. So, Elias had begun tackling his stamina, making him fight longer, learning how to siphon every drop of magic out of himself, and making sure that he used his magical reserves accurately.

Elias pierced the umbra with a blast of light and watched as the copy disintegrated in front of him. He was about to lunge at Luca again when Luca unleashed another spell on him.

“Funus captis!”

A chain of light shot out of Luca’s wand and clamped onto Elias’ wrist. The chain flew to the wall throwing Elias back off of his feet and stuck to the marble behind him. He tried to move his arm but it was held tight by the chain of magic. He put all of his immortal strength into pulling his arm off of the wall. It moved slightly before slamming back against the stone.

Luca walked towards him slowly twirling his wand. “Well well, that’s 6 to 5. I guess I’m winning now.”

Elias barred his teeth at him and Luca’s gin widened. Elias saw Luca’s grin falter slightly as he assessed Elias’ mental state. The other week they had been training like this and Luca had made the mistake of restraining Elias’ body entirely. The demon had immediately gone into a panic attack when he couldn’t get out of his bonds. Luca didn’t think that being confined like that would’ve had that reaction and neither did Elias. It made sense though. The last time Elias had been restrained he had his wings cleaved from his body.

Luca had been careful not to fully restrain him after that. Always leaving him mostly in control of his movements and position. He always restrained him enough to keep him at bay and nothing more. When he saw that Elias was fine he continued his gloating.

“It must be so hard for you to be beaten by a human.”

Elias narrowed his gaze at him. “What you are has nothing to do with it. Talent isn’t bound to a specific species.”

“Still,” Luca was standing inches in front of him now and clasped his hands behind his back. “Must sting a little. I mean you are what…thousands of years old right? I’m just decades out of the wound. How humiliating.”

“Ha ha,” Elias replied dryly. “Let me out of this spell and I would be happy to show you a few thousand years of experience.”

“And what type of experience would that be?” Luca’s eyes danced suddenly and Elias had the sneaking suspicion that they were no longer talking about magic. Luca took a final step toward him and Elias gulped as Luca’s scent engulfed him. Eucalyptus with a hind of lilac. Elias quieted his pounding heart and let his eyes darken as his smile widened. He was aware he was letting his fangs show and watched as Luca swallowed. Good. Elias wondered if sometimes Luca forgot what he was. He couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not.

He still had a free hand and he could get out of the bond at his wrist if he took the time to break apart the spell. He wanted to see where this went.

Elias shrugged. “Like I said let me out of these bonds and we’ll see.” Luca muttered another “funus captis” and Elias felt his other wrist hit the wall.

Interesting.

He waited for any hint of panic to set in and when it didn’t he tilted his head at Luca in question.

Luca brushed against Elias, his left hand running up his chest and his fingers splaying the length of that side of his neck. Luca’s thumb ran up the column of his throat in the smallest whisper of a touch and it made Elias shiver.

“Maybe in a minute. I’m quite enjoying being able to touch you freely.” Luca murmured, his lips just a breath from Elias’.

The wand was gone and Luca’s other hand splayed across his ribs and drifted around his back. He pressed Elias against him. Luca’s eyes searched his for a moment and Elias took a deep breath.

“I’m fine,” Elias reassured him.

Luca’s hands drifted. The one at his neck slid into his hair while the second one traced the curve of his hip. Elias shifted against him and tugged at the bonds slightly. The hand at his hip slid under his shirt and Luca’s nails scratched lightly at the bone of his hip that jutted above the waist of his pants. Elias hissed and Luca smiled.

He kissed him then, finally. It began softly with their lips barely pressing against each other. Elias smiled against the kiss and he felt Luca do the same. Then the hand at his hip pulled him flush against Luca.

The kiss was no longer soft then. They kissed desperately, all gentleness was gone and an urgency slipped into their actions. They suddenly couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t feel enough, couldn’t taste enough.

“Get these damn bonds off of me right now,” Elias said when they finally came up for air.

Luca’s wand appeared again suddenly and the bonds were gone. Elias moved them from the training area of the castle, where they were, to his bedroom. The teleportation tore at them almost like it could sense their urgency. When they reappeared they staggered slightly before drifting back together.

Elias’ hands were in Luca’s hair and he was bending down to capture his lips again as Luca righted himself from their hurried teleportation. Luca’s hands clamped around Elias’ waist his hands freely grasping at his back, his hip, the curve of his ass.

Elias gently pushed Luca against a bookshelf and cupped his face and deepened their kiss. His leg drifted between Luca’s legs and he ground against them. Elias tore away from him and inhaled deeply as he caught his breath. Luca took the opportunity to kiss up the side of his neck, capturing his earlobe with his teeth.

Suddenly wings exploded from Elias’ back. It made Luca jump a little, sometimes he forgot that Elias had wings again. Elias brought his wings down and they engulfed them. The light filtering through the tips of the feathers cast a light blue tint around them. The heat of the wings and Elias’ body against him was driving him mad. He ground against Elias again now completely aware of both of their body's reactions.

They had been in this position again and again for the last few weeks. Usually, someone would interrupt, or one of them would break away awkwardly, or something in the underworld would need Elias’ immediate attention. Luca was so damn frustrated he had been taking cold showers daily.

Today though nothing happened. No interruptions occurred. The underworld was quiet. Neither of them seemed inclined to pull away.

And that is how Luca found himself still pressed against the bookshelf with Elias on his knees in front of him.

Luca had seen a lot of beautiful things in his life. The view of Elias kneeling in front of him though had to take the cake. His wings were spread and limp on either side of him. The warm light from the fire reflected lightly off the blonde of his hair and it gave him an ethereal glow. Elias’ eyes met his, black to green.

Elias reached up and undid the button at Luca’s waist and shimmied his pants and undergarments down his hips. His erection bobbed between them and Luca swallowed thickly.

“So help me, you better put the fangs away or I’m going to murder you.”

Elias laughed softly before giving Luca a sarcastic smile. The fangs were gone and Luca motioned for Elias to continue. Elias dragged his tongue up the length of his shaft and Luca felt like he was going to burst into flames.

Elias licked him a couple of times like that, long and slow before his lips closed around the head of his cock. Luca fought the urge to thrust into his mouth and instead tangled his fingers in Elias’ hair. Elias took him in inch by inch and every little movement rocketed Luca toward his orgasm.

“Gods you look so beautiful like that.” Luca breathed out.

Elias peaked up at him through his lashes. Luca did thrust into his mouth then and gasped when Elias took all of him. His fingers tugged on Elias’ hair lightly and he felt him moan around his cock. Luca closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling as he thrust in and out.

Elias pulled back all the way and Luca gasped as he took him to the hilt. Elias repeated that over and over and the slow pace was enough to undo him. He thrust into Elias’ mouth again and the demon let him. He kept him there and Luca moaned as Elias’ tongue flicked against his shaft.

He was going to cum.

He was about to pull out but when he tried Elias grabbed the back of his thighs, his talons scraping at the sensitive skin there. He kept Luca against him as he came with a whine down Elias’ throat.

Luca barely had a moment to collect his thoughts before he was tugged by his collar to the couch in front of the fireplace. Elias pushed him down onto the settee none too gently and placed a hand on his chest. Elias perched a knee next to Luca’s hip on the couch and positioned the other between his legs.

Elias freed himself and all of Luca’s focus went to Elias’ cock. He was rock hard and leaking precum. Luca raised up to do something about that but Elias pushed him back down onto the cushions below him. The hand at his chest was making quick work of the buttons of his shirt while Elias’ other hand began to stroke himself.

Luca realized that Elias was about to cum all over his chest and it sent a thrill up his spine.

Luca noted how he stroked himself. The slight twist of his hand near the head of his cock, the way his breath hitched as he got closer to his orgasm, the way his muscles bunched. Elias’ wings were taut and raised behind him.

Luca watched his fathomless black eyes and suddenly realized he was wrong. The sight of Elias kneeling before him wasn’t his favorite view. This was. Elias was the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen.

Elias let out a low growl as warm streaks of cum slid across Luca’s chest. They held each other's gaze and Luca raised on his elbows so he could press his forehead against Elias’. Elias closed his eyes at the gesture and pressed a kiss to Luca’s temple.

Luca’s stomach took the opportunity to growl in the silence and Elias huffed out a laugh.

“Let’s bathe and then I would appreciate it if you could take me to the surface for food,” Luca said.

Elias pushed off the settee and began to straighten his clothes. “Or,”

Luca was watching the way Elias fiddled with his cufflinks. Elias continued.

“You could do up your shirt and fix your clothes and I could take you to the surface. That way anyone who comes across us is going to know what you and I just did because you smell like me.”

“Who knew Elias was so naughty.” Luca laughed and Elias helped him to his feet.

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He opened his eyes with a soft grunt and immediately winced at the tightness in his chest left behind by hours of hanging from the chains that supported him. Klaus was tall but even he struggled to stand on his tiptoes in order to keep his full weight off his arms and shoulders. He could feel his pulse hammering through his veins and secretly hated it for keeping him alive. He spat old blood onto the dirty floor and sighed, long and low.

Right. He was in Ahaz’s hideout, still. He knew he had been there about a month based on the passage of the sun he could see from the small windows near the top of the wall. He had painstakingly kept count of the days. He sighed through his nose and glanced up at the ceiling with a critical eye. There was a series of hooks connected above him. There was no way he was getting out of this without help. He was so incredibly bored and tired.

He had listened to Ravenna and played nice with Ahaz. Klaus gave up bits and pieces about the underworld and the heavens. Nothing that would harm either realm but it was enough to keep the torture at bay. While uncomfortable, they had yet to torture him in a way that made him desperate. This was child’s play.

He still didn’t understand Ravenna’s end game. She apparently saw a conflict between the angels and the gods but that seemed so impossible. The gods had been dead for millennia, their souls toiling away in the deepest parts of the underworld. It was impossible to bring a soul back to the world of the living.

Well, it was also impossible for a shade to remain on the earth and yet, there was Ravenna.

Klaus was quickly learning that the impossible didn’t apply to their lives. They were angels of course, with powers that they had stolen. Technically anything was possible. He spent his solitude trying to mull through the possibilities and implications. If the gods could get out that meant that the underworld wasn’t as secure as they believed. Which was a problem on so many levels.

Then there was the immediate danger if the gods were released. Would the angels have the resources to take them on again? They had the veteran archangels of course but they also had a lot of young archangels. He had never seen combat on the scale of a cosmic war. Even with the powers of the gods at their disposal it seemed bleak. There were still things about their powers they didn’t understand even after all these years. If the gods broke free from the underworld then surely the souls of the damned and the demons would follow. While those souls may not be loyal to the gods they would create havoc which would make it harder for the angels to focus on the problem of the gods and only the gods.

Then there was his role in all of this. Ravenna said he needed to unleash his horseman form for there to be a chance at keeping the gods at bay. That also spelled havoc for the world. In that form he was uncontrollable and his only goal would be to bring death. Which is why he also wondered why Ahaz wanted to. If Ahaz unleashed him he could easily kill Ahaz, his followers, and everyone else. Was his goal ultimate destruction?

Klaus didn’t think so. Ahaz had survived too long to just give it up. He wanted power. This meant that Ahaz was confident that he could leash Klaus like the angels had done. That made Klaus uneasy because if Ahaz did manage to leash him then he would be used as a weapon against his friends and loved ones.

He did know one thing. He was going to tear Ahaz limb from limb when he did escape this. He would escape this. He had too much to do and a life too precious to die in this dingy dungeon.

Klaus missed Liz terribly. He hadn’t realized how integral she was to his daily life until she wasn’t there. He missed the touch of her skin, her warmth, but most importantly he missed her smile. He just wanted to see her, wanted to see her eyes meet his and that beautiful smile grace her features. He hoped she was doing well. Really hoped that his disappearance hadn’t shattered her.

Klaus knew it had. He also knew it would fuel her. Liz was determined. If anyone was in danger she was going to save them. She was stupidly gallant like that. It was one of the things Klaus loved about her. He just hoped she was smart about it. She was coming for him, he knew it.

He just had to hold on.

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