He paused outside the door of his home and looked back to it.

I know you are waiting for me, he thought in a sudden haze, but please wait. There is something I need to do first.

Cyreina looked up at him in surprise as he stepped back inside the house. "Biest, is something wrong?"

The boy didn't answer.

She became a little uncomfortable as he continued to stare silently at her for a long moment. "Biest...?"

Biest made a noise deep in his throat. A noise that was a hybrid mix of fear and helplessness.

What happened next he couldn't understand. He couldn't understand it when he moved quickly to the walls and took down one of the swords his father had mounted.

When he took the sheath away, the sick little noise it made against the blade aroused him. "I decided I needed a little boost is all," he whispered. Running a finger over the blade, he turned back to his mother and gave her a look. A look that asked for forgiveness and understanding.

Instantly, she was on her feet, eyes widening. "B-Biest..."

He bit his lip and than adjusted his grip on the weapon, turning back to her. "I'm so sorry mother. I'm so sorry it has to be you."

Cyreina's face filled with confusion and terror. She backed away, turning her head back to desperately search for her husband.

"S-Seth...," it came out as weak as a dying man's whisper.

Biest felt sad as he watched her back hit the wall. I am sorry. I don't know why I had to be born the way I was and I'm so sorry. You were the one who always understood and loved me for it anways and now I have to run one more test.

Even know, he knew she understood. "Mother, please do forgive me."

Her eyes questioned him for but a second and than she choked out again, "S-Seth..."

So weak...

Giving out a small but quiet cry, he ran forward and impaled her. She let out a choking sob and doubled over, until their faces were inches from each other.

He ground the sword into the wall as he felt blood run down his legs. His eyes burned into hers and his lips parted in a pained expression.

Blood oozed from the tiny opening her lips had given her mouth; her eyes asked "Why?"

Tears left him, even as he pushed the sword in farther until the hilt was right up against her heaving stomach.

An unwelcome hardness stirred in his pants. He gave a moan of discomfort as it did, head falling on to her thrashing breasts.

"Does it feel good," he finally whispered, "for you, I mean." Cyreina turned her head aside, sobbing out with pain and disgrace. Her eyes shut when he gently brushed her hair from her pale face.

"I love you, mother. And my last wish was to ever harm you," he softly uttered, " I only wanted to know the answers."

Silence, except for her sobbing.

He backed away, releasing the sword, and stared at her for a moment. "I now know who I am. Thank you, mommy."

With that, he ran out the door, leaving with the knowledge that not only was he sadistic, but the blood of his own mother stained his clothes as he went to the woman he loved.

Ekurai gazed at him in surprise as he ran into their spot. "Bi-..."

That's all she managed to get out before he had swept her into his arms and was kissing her hotly.

She could barely keep up as he tossed his shirt aside and actual muscle met her searching hands. "Mmm..."

As he pulled away and looked into her eyes hungrily, she noticed that the skinny, quiet boy she had fallen in love with had a hard body. She ran her hands over his stomach and chest, eyes huge. "Oh..."

Biest kissed her again, grabbing one of her delicate little hands and pressing it to his hardness. His surprised lover stumbled back against the quilt he had thrown down, letting out small whimpers of surprise at his dominance.

"It's ok," he assured her in his gentle voice, "I promise, it's all ok." His tone soothed her worries and slowly she let him guide her hand back.

"Oh...Biest, I can't-," she groaned out as she felt him. He felt his muscles tighten at the first intimate touch he had ever experienced.

"We'll go slow," he hissed in her ear softly. He gave her a moment to lay back on the quilt and pillow, taking in her beauty.

"I meant to say something the other night," the boy whispered as her shaking hands went to remove her shirt, "but I was so scared I never got the chance."

She looked up as he took the rest of her clothes away himself. "Biest..." '

"I love you too and as long as you can love me for the monster I am, than I promise I will always love you."

Ekurai flushed as he put each hand on either side of her, breath quickening. "I p-promise."

He touched her face to make sure she was alright with the momentum of this moment. All his shy little love did was shut her eyes and whisper, "It's perfect. Please, this is how I want to remember our first time. I'm ready."

Biest undressed his lower body with fumbling hands. The bloody scene at home came to his mind suddenly and he let out a subtle groan. "G-God..."

It was so simple. He couldn't believe how simple out of the complexity of everything else. He was high. High and innebriated as he guided himself inside her and thrusted in. Both knew they couldn't hold themselves for long but that was alright...they would have plenty of time to learn as the spent their lives together.

Far away, she was gasping. Gasping and moaning as they tried out the ecstasy of their bodies. "B-Biest..."

"I know," he groaned back huskily. She arched up into his arms as she felt the pounding contractions.

His body was numb and he pressed into her one more time he let out but one small cry. "Ekurai..." ...

There were so many other things he would have liked to have cried but she understood. She shook as his body fell gently in to hers, spasming.

"Biest?"

"It's ok," he whispered, nuzzling her neck, "I understand." He moved to her side and they clasped hands, allowing themselves to shake for just this time.

The moon above sparkled at them. All his lips could speak was, "I love you, Ekurai."

She allowed him to gather her close to his body and whispered back, "I love you too...and I understand."

I know...God help me, I know...