Icarus' Fall

Sera had seen the army massed up from her view above. This had to be where the demon known as Jack was currently residing. She had to make things right and find some answers to the questions burning her mind. She winged over a spot a good ways away hoping not to be scene yet. Settling down on the ground the wings began to shrink behind her as she took off walking in the direction of army's camp. She would come upon the edge of the camp in the falling darkness, wearing a simple white dress. A sword belted on her hip. A yellow bodice over the dress, laced up tight to reveal her slender curves. That beautiful red hair, a cascade of flames hanging completely loose over her shoulders. A fitting sacrifice to save the many innocents that could fall under these demons because of her. The wind blew softly this night, tugging at the clothing and her hair. As she boldly and bravely walked towards the encampment, she held her hands out in front of her. The universal sign of surrender. She would continue to walk until stopped. Only then would those red eyes grace someone with their gaze. She looked like a child's toy, her pale, porcelain beauty against the night backdrop. She would stopped when ordered and declare she was there to see Jack. When she stood, she stood so still, a stillness that no human could master. Only those of the spirit realm had the patience to stand so still. IF ordered to walk or follow someone, she would do so, with her head held high. Proud until the end.

She only nodded to the demon of fear and kept close to him. The sight of the rage demons made her tremble in disgust and fear. A wicked cocktail of emotions as she was led to the greater demon named Jack. The Archdemon of Pride. Even with the demon's knife pressing into her back, she still kept her head held high. When she approached to see him sitting there in front of the fire playing with a stick. She was struck by the dream that she had witness with the half demon Run. She needed answers and although his words were harsh and cruel, she was determined to get those answers. The set of her perfect jaw, the slant of those bright red eyes, and the tilt of that head spoke volumes about her thought process. Her eyes not holding disgust at the moment, but bright determination and a little curiosity. She did not lower her eyes but let him go on the tirade he was on and accepted it. It reminded her of something, a memory, a snickering face. A wicked looking knife that was going to kill her. A stumble, a fall, the ground rising up to meet her. blacking out. Laughter. right before she closed her eyes. The memories assaulted her mind and she stood transfixed upon the spot staring at him. Then she blinked and shook her head. There had been words from that snickering monster, but she could not remember what they were, but it spell disaster. "I apologize, I will be brief. I came for answers, Jack. A half demon, named Run cast a spell upon me that showed me my heart's true desires. And your face swam into view. I want to know why. What keys do you hold to unlock my past?" The other faces would come later, but Jack was different than the others and she wanted to know why. "Yes, I came to bargain for the safety of that village. Yuki maybe not, but I will not let an innocent die for my sake. You wanted me before, and I wanted to know why, but we were interrupted. I would give myself for their lives anytime." Then she did something she would never normally do, but she sensed that in the watching of eyes of those around them, he needed to be viewed as in charge, she cast her prideful eyes downward and spoke in a saddened tone. "Help me remember why you haunt my dreams."

She would wait for him to speak and hope for the best. After she got some answers and bargained for the life of the villagers, she would try to go see Noah and find out why her heart held on to him. As for the third person, that was obvious. The heart's true desires are fickle but they are strong and not always for lust, but for honor and trust, for love and much deeper. She had to sort out what each one of those three represented to her. And the heart was ever changing.

All of this was too much, the memories he spoke of flared but were nothing more than ghostly figures. She looked in disbelief at him when he mentioned her as a Kami and she let her wings unfurl at this, "You mean, I am not just some freakish looking Human? I am a Kami, a divine heavenly being?" But he went on his tirade as she began to grow more confused. When he accused her of betrayal, she shook her head. That was not it, she had the memory of a fall, laughter and being told something, but it was not coming to her. All of this, his memories, his reaction only matched what she had remembered about the dreams from Run. Then is dawned upon her. If he felt betrayed by her and was acting like this, then he was hurt. And somehow she had hurt him, a demon hurt by emotional things. The tenderness of the dream remained in her mind, but not the reason for it. And she took a step towards him, a look of sorrow on her face, her hand reaching out to him, words to beg forgiveness coming from her lips "Please. Jack. I am sorry. Forgive me I remember bodies entwined, a wall of fire, a tender moment. But nothing more than that. I remember being here on terra and being attacked by......" Her words were cut off as he began his transformation and then he was right there in front her, the spell upon her sucked her pride, her will, her everything. And she sank to her knees.. a breathy whisper. "Jack...please" A two word beg for him to listen. But it was to the point that she no longer cared about it. Her hands came to her face and as knelt in front of him, chaos surrounding them, her head bowed.

Part of her mind remembered this same spell happening to her before. She remembered the suck and the pull of her emotions. It was a start to her memories. But at this point, she did not care to even tell him that she remembered the spell. Instead her hands were covering her bowed face as she wept tears of sorrow and shame. And as with most, they were tears of blood. Perhaps the symbol of Jack's change of her, one would never know. But there was nothing left. She was cold and trembling. Her soul laid bare before him just waiting for death. A kami had strong emotions and when those emotions were sucked from them, it brought them into a pit of despair. She broke under the strain. She felt herself beginning to shatter just like when Yuki shook her awake. Never before had she felt so weak and helpless as she did at this point. And for once, the little Kami felt alone.

As his hand reached out to her, she looked up, those eyes sorrowful and full of failure. A flash of acceptance blossomed in those red orbs, acceptance of death at the hands of this man before her. She felt so alone and so lost that her will to live was even disappearing. Her face was turned up to his, almost like a little bird with broken wings looking up at the cat about to snuff out its life, upon those porcelain cheeks, ran to streaks of blood. The tracks of her red tears as she still silently let them fall down those trails of bright crimson. The look upon her face was pleading for a quick end to her life, she was already suffering enough. Then that horrible sucking feeling was gone and she was left feeling empty and drained.

Then that reaching hand turned palm up as if offering assistance. She was so alone, and so void of any good emotion, she was lost for what to do next. Her hand reached up and slide softly into his. Gently she eased up from her kneeling position and stood. A fragile crystal ready to shatter at the slightest wrong move. When his arms wrapped around and pulled her into his embrace. His words made her only cry more. Egging on the depression and the sense of failure that was pushing against her. She could not remember that and it hurt her. Just like she could not remember Noah. Her head pressed against his chest as those quiet sobs continued.

Finally, she took a deep breath and let it out as a sigh. Something about the embrace felt right and familiar. The sobs subsided as he held her. And something about his words stuck in her mind a memory of something. Softly, her voice muffled in the space of his embrace and almost lost in his chest, she spoke, "Little bird." Two words that had the potential to set the world upside down.

His hand pushed her chin up and those flame colored eyes gazed up at him. She half expected a kiss from him, with the tenderness of the motion. But then again, they were in the middle of a camp full of demons and he was one himself. So did that mean that his show of affection could be a weakness. Just like that other... Her eyes flew opens wide as a memory came to her. In that earth shattering sense of 'oh my god' as he spoke of the demons needing order. Softly her voice cut through his in an urgent tone, "jack. I remember something important. There was a demon, one that I overhead speaking of leading you to your doom. To killing you off and taking your place. It was.." Frustration furrowed her brow as she tried to remember. "I-I just know someone is out to kill you. I remember an evil laugh before blacking out after the fall. I think the fall caused the lose of memories" While speaking, those lush ruby lips, were full and ripe, begging for a kiss. Her heart beat along with his, the darkness in her blood, though minimal, surged being so close to him. Her hair was being gently tugged by the wind softly filtering around them.

Then his words finally found their mark as he spoke of not being able to stop the tide of demons. And her hope fell. Shattered upon the floor, much like her memories. Tears welled up in those eyes as she thought about the complications. "Please Jack. There are children in that village. Child that will die before ever having known life." Her eyes cast down even as her face was upturned to him. "So what I am suppose to do? I cannot go with you, I cannot stop you." Her arms wrapped around him as the stood in that embrace.

As he broke away from her, it felt like something had been ripped from her. It felt wrong. Everything felt wrong. She was left standing there by herself and out of his arms. Sera felt as if she had missed something important. It was now apparent that she could not stop this. Something ripped inside her. Something tore apart and rebuilt itself in that instant a memory fell upon her.By the seven judgements. If yuki had not interfered, then she could have stopped this right then and there. If yuki had not been stupid enough to come out there like a possessive lover, even though it had been made clear that she was her own person. She had made a deal with the demon, her life for his village. It was his own fault if his village got destroyed. Was that not how the world worked? He made the stupid mistakes. He should be judged, not Sera. He had blown the one chance there had been to halt this demon. And now it was time to pass judgment upon him and those that followed him. He needed to learn to think before acting and this would be the perfect lesson.

Outwardly, she bowed her head and held onto her own arms. Standing there shivering and trembling as this mental war was going on in her head. She whispered to herself, "Some people need to learn a lesson and some people are the lessons. Judgment is passed. Let Yuki and his, to their own fate." Her head came up and the darkness that was Jack swirled in her red eyes. There was no compassion in those eyes, just judgment. She looked towards the direction of the village and then back to Jack. Her feet moved towards him as she came to stand before him again. A change having occurred. She was a Kami of judgement, of Justice, and now thanks to Jack. She knew how to get around her compassionate nature in order to make the harshest judgments of all. A memory was there and she smiled as she knelt down in front of the man. Her clothing burning away and changing to a black dress, trimmed in white. "I remember you Jack. I remember the taste of you."

As she knelt in front of her, the dress pooled about her in a fashion as she showed her submission to the demon of Pride. "I remember what happened in the throne room. I remember why you stabbed me with your sword." She was still good for the most part, but now she had a side that showed the darkness that was part of her. Her eyes looked up him, prettily they begged for his forgiveness, for things to be the same alright between them. Now that she remembered their last time in hell together. "Please, my heart, I cannot attack innocents. It is against my nature, but Yuki has led them to their fate." If allowed her hand would come to his knee and rest there, the black gloved slender digits squeezing gently. "But I will not stop you. Yuki has been judged."

"Can we not have this little time to ourselves or are you dismissing me so easily. I thought there was something between us?" With that those eyes were alight with her inner fire as she looked up at him. Her transformation complete. Sera, who was once struggling to be an angel of justice and judgment. Was now the Dark Kami of Judgment.

His hand in hers made her glance to it and then bring it to her cheek. There Sera nuzzled it almost like a cat, butting her cheek with it. Seeking a caress from the man that she knelt before. her eyes came up to his, lifting in that pleading fashion. She listened and wondered what he could possibly mean. Her perfect red lips formed the question that was on her mind after he had stopped speaking, "What is it that I must do? We had something and I wish to keep that. I know that I am a divine being, but after what happened in my memories of you, I know that I can never return home. So what path must I take? What decisions must I make? What promises must I keep? Please this way I know what I am getting into. I cannot kill innocent people, you know that. It is against my nature. Even now when I am changed, I still cannot kill innocents. But I can accept that the course and the nature of demons is to do what you are doing. It is a cycle of life. Good cannot exist without evil and Evil cannot exist without good." With that she searched his face for any sign of the feelings that he had once had for her. She only hoped and prayed that he understood what she was saying. Her eyes were pleading and accepting of him and almost begging him to accept her and not force her to do something that was far against her nature. So thus she waited, her face upturned, his hand upon her cheek.

His fingers caressed her check and she turned her mouth to the inside of his palm and placed a soft kiss there. Almost as soft as butterfly wings, the kiss then traveled down to his wrist and her little teeth bit down on the pulse of his wrist. Not hard enough to break skin since it would have been a ragged bite wound at best, but the pain of the bite would still be sharp. Then her teeth released his skin as she gently sucked on it, her tongue licking at that pulse. She wanted something and this was her way of requesting it. In her mind she knew that Jack was most likely wanting it as well. It had been a long time since they had exchanged that life giving fluid. As she pulled her head away from his wrist, her eyes looked up so pure and red. There was a look that one could almost say was begging, but perhaps not.

Her soft voice trembled as she replied to him. "I will do so, when we get back to hell." She had said we. Which meant that she was fully expecting to go back with him. "I cannot partake of the slaughter, but I wont hinder you either. It is the way of life. When I leave, I will go west. So I can grow stronger and wait close to the mouth of hell for you. What should I expect from the gauntlet, what skills will I need to rely upon?" She needed to know how to train. After she finished, she placed her head on his knee. "Just do not send me away tonight Jack. Let this be our night." To anyone glancing at them or entering Jack's personal camp, it would appear that she was being totally submissive to the man.

As he answered, she only nodded. It would be very difficult to survive, this she knew. So while he was rampaging across the earth, she would retreat and wait for him at the mouth of hell. There she would grow stronger. She wanted to survive this gauntlet and be able to stay with him. And she wanted that little part of her that was timid and scared to remain in the back. This was better for her, this new her. She felt like she had the strength to take over the world, but she knew that the body lacked that. For the moment though, those thoughts were pressed to the back as Jack's wrist began to leak blood. Her tongue came to the offering as her head moved over the pro-offered wrist. Gently she sucked upon the wound, the tip of her tongue running across it every so often in a feral lick.

Her body was draw close to him and she bent her neck for him to partake. She craved that bite, the blood from her being sucked out just as she was sucking upon him. Just as he sunk his teeth into her skin she would let out a deep and gutteral almost feral moan. The darkness pumping through her as she forgot about everything except the feeling of being with him, kneeling there most likely between his legs raised up so that he could bend down to give that oh so painful yet oh so orgasmic bite.

She was a bit dazed as she watched him, his lips stained red from her blood. It was morbid and bit dark. But she found she did not mind. In her mind, Dark Sera, now in control looked at the Sera of light and innocence. { Is this what you want?} the other Sera was torn and shaking as she stood there, but she spoke, {Yes. Run said that passion is better.} Then Dark Sera shook her head.
{Sera it needs to be from you as well, not just me. You love Noah as well. Me, I prefer Jack.} Light Sera blinked and a torn expression came up to her face she thought about Noah.
{It had to be both of us little bird.}
{Jack is...}
{Jack is our mate, little bird. He has done what Noah couldn't. Noah is for Kimi. You saw how she looked at him.}
{Well she does love him}
{And you know that in your heart, your love for Noah is nothing compared to the Love for Jack. It will be long hard road. But..}
{Nothing in life worth having is ever easy}
{Right, little Sera. So are we agreed? No Turning back}
{Yes}

The internal monologue only took a blink of an eye in the real world and as Jack finished his last statement her dazed look faded and those red eyes burned with passion and everything that was the two of them. Everything returned to normal with Sera, her clothing and her looks. Everything that was soft and good finally looked up at Jack. "Dark Sera thought it might sound better coming from me. Since it was me that you first captured. And I am not compelled by your blood." She blushed as she licked her lips to clear them of the blood, her voice soft as she spoke, never breaking eye contact. "This oath stands for both of me. We are one and the same." Then she continued, without a single bit of hesitation, without breaking eye contact with him, "Jack Wiseman, Demon Lord of Pride, By this oath I now take, I am yours and yours alone. In all that I am, mind, body, and spirit. From this night until the end of forever. You have my love and my heart. There shall be no other from this moment forward."