The clouds were probably thousands of miles away. But from where Thomas was lying, they seemed close enough to touch. Reaching out, he wondered what they’d feel like against his fingertips.

“Gonna catch one?” Kate’s voice piped up from beside him. The brown-and-red haired man looked over, giving the demon a glare.

“No,” he said shortly before looking back up at the azure sky. Thomas didn’t speak for a moment as he closed his eyes, exhaling softly. “Just wanna touch one.”

“Heh, you don’t say!” Kate laughed. “I was just wondering the very same thing.”

Thomas grinned, turning his hand to give Kate the one-fingered salute as he replied, “says you.” The two fell silent once more, enjoying the lack of sun and the legions of white, fluffy clouds.

Thomas opened his grey eyes once more, staring at his hand that was still raised. He gripped it into a soft fist as he lowered it to his stomach. He stared at the sky thoughtfully as a random question came into his mind. And before he could stop himself, he was asking it.

“Hey Kate? What’s… What does it feel like? Like, when done proper?”

He heard Kate’s head turn in the grass as the demon chuckled, “it?”

Thomas felt his cheeks grow hot as he looked away from the sky, saying through gritted teeth, “shut up, you know what I mean.” He didn’t receive a reply and Thomas felt stupid for even opening his mouth.

But then Kate inhaled deeply and shifted in the long grass. “Well… I suppose that it feels good. Heh, yeah. It does. When done with the right person, it is a very rewarding experience. You get the satisfaction of pleasing someone, and they get the relief that they aren’t just a one-night stand.”

Thomas didn’t answer, hoping that Kate would elaborate. As he always did.

Kate didn’t disappoint as he shifted and Thomas felt Kate’s smoky eyes on his back. “The act itself is quite enthralling, but perhaps the greatest part is afterwards. Okay, not the greatest part, but… I guess the part that makes it feel special. You lay there, sweating, tired, relieved, and maybe perhaps a bit apprehensive. Fearful that the one whose attention you so direly lusted for might turn around and simply say ‘thanks for the nice time sucker!’ and leave. Regardless… you can touch them, pet them.” At this, Thomas felt Kate’s fingers near his ear, petting his hair. The man groaned agitatedly as he brushed Kate’s hand away from him. The demon simply chuckled as he moved closer. Thomas twitched a bit as Kate settled on top of his wing.

Kate leaned over him, muttering, “why did you want to know?”

Chapter 13: Without Whitewash Wings ---------------------------

“H-How the fuck do you know my name!?” Thomas growled, quickly taking a step back. The black-haired man stepped in, looking about himself as though bored.

He seemed to have ignored Thomas. “My, my. How… quaint this all seems. I must admit, I find your keeper’s tastes quite vulgar. Surely, to place a white carpet in a room that is primarily red is very unfitting.” The man spoke with a thick accent that Thomas couldn’t place. But it sounded so freakin’ familiar…

“Augustus, you drone on far too much,” the blue-haired man spoke up. Thomas glared at them, feeling his heart race. He knew he was in deep trouble.

“Ah, my apologies,” the man replied, looking to Thomas. The young man shivered as he stared into the pupiless eyes of the black-haired man. He gritted his teeth; his memories were trying very hard to remember who this man was.

“You do not seem to recall me, Thomas,” the man, Augustus, spoke up.

“Yeah, I’m kinda glad about that too,” Thomas spat back, shivering as the room temperature dropped. Why was it getting so damn cold?!

Augustus sighed, placing a very pale hand onto his hip. “Honestly, I am very saddened by this. Perhaps you do remember a certain female by the loathsome name of Hati?”

Thomas tensed, eyes widening. That name… it was burned into his shoulder blades. Did he actually know that person? The young man shook his head, swallowing nervously. Augustus smirked to him, taking a few steps closer. Thomas responded by taking a lot of steps away from him.

“Oh, come now. You truly don’t remember? You had stumbled through some brush and into a clearing, where I stood. You were very rude, I recall. You hadn’t even bothered to introduce yourself, nor know who I am. Perhaps… this will assist your mind is relinquishing those vanished memories.” As he spoke, the man held out his hand to Thomas who immediately turned to run. But he suddenly slipped forward and fell on the floor.

“What the hell!?” he cursed, quickly getting to his feet. Thomas gasped as his legs didn’t move. He looked down and saw that they were encased in ice. The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly rose as a vivid memory suddenly struck him.

It was him, smaller, younger, turning to run from a man with black hair. But his younger self had slipped on ice. And when the younger Thomas tried to get up, ice froze his legs to the ground.

He could remember feeling panicked, but then the memory faded slightly. Regardless, he did retain the memory of mages. And how deadly they were when bored.

‘This is that guy, that mage,’ Thomas felt his heart suddenly pick up speed. He remembered what he heard about mages. They loved to torture and rape. ‘He’s after me.’

“Ah, there we are. Now that you have remembered our small encounter those many years ago, perhaps it is time you learned of my name. I am Augustus McClain, head ice mage of the Brotherhood of Mage,” the mage smirked as he gave a small bow.

If Thomas hadn’t felt such fear grip his heart, he’d say something smart about the elaborate title that really sounded full of bull. But he couldn’t. He could only stare with his grey eyes widened and his heart beating painfully in his chest. His legs were frozen to the ground, and Augustus had a friend with him.

‘What the fuck are they gonna do to me?’ he wondered with panic, jerking as Augustus took a step closer to him.

“And this is my exquisite subordinate, Giles Warren.”

The blue-haired man beside him scoffed, “I am your equal, the head water mage of our small cult.”

Augustus shrugged slightly, still smirking that creepy smile. “Ah, well. Regardless, we have ventured far from our original purpose here. We did not come all this way merely to introduce ourselves and bicker about titles.”

“Only because of you and your confounded speeches,” Giles interrupted and Thomas held up a hand then.

“Wait, wait, wait. Why the hell are you two here, arguing in my friend’s house about complete bull shit!?” he growled at them. It was honestly getting annoying. The two mages turned to him with evil smirks and Thomas stiffened.

“Uh… n-never mind, bicker away,” he squeaked, feeling his blood run cold. Probably because the temperature in the room had dropped. Again.

“There he goes again, just as I had told you earlier, Giles. Such a rude and abrasive young man. Hardly a single honor-bound heart beat in this vile existence of a mortal. I had been observing him for well over a week, and it appears that he will never change. Such a tragedy, is it not?”

Thomas watched as the water mage’s smile widened. “I was there, I know. I also noted that he seems quite adverse to the correct way of love.”

‘The correct way!?’ Thomas’s jaw dropped. They didn’t mean…

“Yes, I was aware of that as well. Perhaps we should show him what it is like to feel the rapture of another man? Or, in this case, two men.” Augustus waved a hand to Thomas. The ice melted off of his legs and he wasted no time in quickly standing up and dashing away from them. They were talking about what he dreaded most, the one thing he never, ever wanted!

“You believe you can escape?” the water mage’s voice rang out as Thomas quickly came to a halt. He panted, mainly out of panic, as the blue-haired mage appeared in front of him. Thomas shivered, feeling a cold breeze against his back. Swallowing, he decided to react to instinct at this point.

Charging forward, Thomas drove his elbow towards the water mage’s stomach. He thankfully caught the mage off guard as Giles lurched forward, falling to the side as he groaned in pain. Thomas ran past him, praying that there was a window in the back room.

“Ah, fuck no!” he cried out as he slipped on ice and ran into a wall. Gripping his hands into fists, he turned to face Augustus. The ice mage was calmly walking towards him, a hand outstretched. He was grinning in a very feral way as a few ice shards formed at his fingertips.

“How wonderful, a hunt,” he purred as the ice shards shot out. Thomas gave a yell as he quickly dove away, hearing the sound of the ice piercing into the wall. Rolling, his eyes darted about the small space and spotted a door. Hurling himself to it, he rolled on the floor before quickly standing.

Finding his bearings quickly, Thomas gripped the door and slammed it closed. Pressing his back against it, he could feel the sweat covering his skin. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep the mages back. Thomas’ hand quickly searched the wall for a light switch. Flicking on the light as soon as he found the switch, he felt his stomach drop and his heart beat a hundred times more.

“A bedroom,” he breathed out. It was definitely Ae’s. Feathered pillows were scattered everywhere as well as mirrors. Unlit candles rested on all of the dressers. But the most horrible feature of the room were the lack of windows.

Thomas gripped at his hair, “how the fuck did I manage to stumble into the room without windows?!” He yelped as several ice shards suddenly passed through the door and himself. Gripping his bleeding shoulder and barely registering a pain in his right thigh, the young man turned and glared at the door. Breathing heavily, Thomas felt that he was staring down death. To be truthful, the adrenaline rush was something he very much missed from his days with Demrys. Despite the reminiscing, he felt a bit of despair as he realized that he wouldn’t leave this room unscathed.

‘Ae…’ he thought just as the bedroom door was encased in ice. Within seconds, it shattered. Augustus stood at one side, grinning a feral grin. Giles was standing beside him, holding his stomach and not looking very happy.

Thomas inhaled as he forced a smirk on his face, “I’m not just gonna sit back on this.”

“That’s perfectly fine,” Augustus purred again. “I love a prey that struggles.” Thomas grabbed a lamp as he chucked it at the mage. It turned into ice and shattered before it hit the mage. Giles was on him within the next moment, his knee buried into Thomas’ stomach.

The young man gritted his teeth as he drove a fist forward. Water came out of no where and quickly blocked his blow. The two landed in a heap on the floor as Thomas struggled to strike at the mage. Giles proved to be very difficult to hit, as water always found a way to block any of his hits.

Thomas growled as he threw another futile punch, “damnit, stop hiding behind your damn waterfalls, freak!”

“Very well,” the mage replied as water suddenly rushed towards Thomas’ mouth. He quickly went to grab it as he began to choke. The mage slowly got off of him as Thomas struggled to his knees, leaning forward and trying to spit it out.

“Hm, I must wonder…” Augustus said over him and Thomas felt his stomach tighten suddenly as the water turned into ice. He closed his eyes tightly as his body began to frantically get the block of ice out of his throat. Lurching several times, he finally felt bile bite at the back of his throat as the ice, and his breakfast, fell out of his mouth and onto the floor. Coughing, he heaved a few more times before finally giving a violent shiver.

“How grotesque,” Giles tsked as Thomas wiped the bile from his lips. He gritted his teeth, glaring up at the two.

“Fu-Fuck you,” he breathed out. Augustus’ eyes seemed to light up suddenly.

“Certainly. But you won’t be doing the fucking. We will.” Thomas felt as though he was going to throw up again as he tried to get to his feet quickly. But Giles quickly grabbed his arm and threw him towards the bed. Thomas stumbled his way over, tripping over a knee-high chest on the floor before he could catch his balance and falling on top of the fluffy bed.

With a cry, he tried to get up but a sudden, jerking pain in his shoulder forced him down. He looked over to see a very large ice spear embedded into his shoulder. Wincing, he felt another pain in his other shoulder. He saw an identical spear sticking out of his shirt. Thomas could feel blood begin to pool about him as he closed his eyes.

‘I’m not here,’ he thought as he felt a hand on his torso. He gave an enraged cry as he struggled, shoving the hand away.

“Odd…” Giles spoke up, sitting on the edge of the bed. “He shouldn’t have moved like that considering how much pain he must be in.” Thomas opened his mouth to retort, but thought better of it. If the two knew about his pain tolerance, it might give them an excuse to do even more.

Augustus placed a hand to Thomas’ right wrist. Before the young man could move it away, he watched as two smaller ice spears pierced his skin and drove all the way through. He winced and a second later cried out… not very convincingly, however.

The two mages stared at him and Thomas stared back in horror as Augustus gave him a very satisfied looking smile.

“It appears that our beloved Thomas has quite the tolerance for pain. Shall we test the limits?” he asked of Giles, who smiled in much the same way.

“Yes, let’s.”

The two did their best, but Thomas didn’t scream. Not once. He felt a bit proud of that as he panted, closing an eye in pain. Even though he hadn’t screamed, everything had hurt like a damn bitch. He stared down at the random ice spears that tore at his body and at his mangled left wrist. Or what was left of it anyway. He couldn’t see his feet, but knew that something awful had been done to them. He couldn’t feel them; at all. It was kind of a new experience to feel pain like this, considering how many years he had gone by barely feeling it at all.

“All of this blood is quite the turn-on,” Giles spoke up as he leaned closer, licking a deep wound on Thomas’ neck. The man tensed, cursing loudly. Augustus only laughed as he grabbed the mangled left wrist and forced Thomas to sit up.

The man winced in pain as another ice spear was driven into his side. Fresh blood spilt over the old, sticky rivers that were drying against his bruised skin. Thomas didn’t bother to say anything. Hopefully, they’d be finished soon and he could just lay there. The hope of either Ae or Kate coming still existed too.

‘This isn’t so horrifying,’ Thomas thought as Augustus suddenly gripped his hair and forced him to bend forwards. The man gasped in pain as he felt Augustus’ fingers trace the words on his shoulder blades.

“Hati,” the mage spoke. And Thomas suddenly took back what he thought. The name had been uttered in a low and hateful tone as the room’s temperature dipped to something dangerous. Thomas watched as some of his blood froze over and white clouds escaped his trembling lips.

He cried out as Augustus yanked on his hair as he sat up straight. Thomas kept his eyes closed, feeling the mage’s face very close to his own. He did not want to see the expression.

“I cannot hide my dire hatred for that woman. To see that you are marked as hers is very, very irksome, Thomas. You must understand, I had hoped to mar you first when I was told that you were here. Despite just meeting that one time, I’ve always thought how marvelous it would be to ravage a boy who was close to that whore’s husband. But, yet again, that woman has managed to be the first,” the mage’s breath hurt Thomas’ skin as he breathed against his cheek. “I shall make you regret the day you had ever met that loathsome woman and her inept husband. That, I must say, will be a small victory in my name.”

Thomas’ back arched as he let out a scream as Augustus pressed a hand to his lower back and his torso erupted in a shower of blood, guts, and ice.

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Ae knew that seeing water stains on his carpet was a bad sign. And when he noted a small trail of blood in his kitchen, he knew something had happened. Kate was behind him, chuckling a bit.

“Did Thomas finally find a lover and dragged her in?” the demon wondered out loud. Ae did not reply as he looked to his bedroom door that didn’t exist. He took a step towards it and saw large splatters of blood against the carpet and the walls. There was a small pile of what looked like food. But he didn’t bother to figure that out as his eyes wandered to the ceiling. Blood was there as well.

He heard Kate inhale sharply behind him and lowly curse, but Ae simply turned the light on in the room. The demon looked to his bed and his worst fear was confirmed.

It was Thomas.

The man’s eyes were wide, staring at the ceiling. His body looked as though it had been torn from the inside out. White strings of liquid rested against his body and the demon saw that a few of his bones were sticking out of the skin. Ae stepped into the room, noting that the blood looked quite fresh.

“This didn’t happen long ago,” he said, quickly stepping to beside the bed. Kate loudly cursed as he stepped into the room.

“What the fuck! Wh- Thomas!” The fire demon was beside the man in a heartbeat, his mouth agape. Ae reached out, placing a hand against Thomas’ broken jaw. The demon blinked, tilting his head as he reached and moved Thomas’ bottom lip slightly.

“He has no teeth,” the demon noted, his voice filled with sadness. How did this happen to Thomas?

Kate looked up at Ae, then down at Thomas. He flinched, shaking his head as he looked away. Ae took a step back, stepping on something hard. The demon moved his foot and looked down. Brows furrowed, he reached down and picked up a broken set of dentures.

“He had no teeth,” Ae reprimanded his earlier statement. He remembered Thomas mentioning something about his teeth, but couldn’t place what the boy had told him exactly. Kate punched the wall suddenly.

“Damnit! Who the fuck cares, he’s dead!” Ae looked up, watching as Kate’s shoulders began to quiver. The fire demon held a hand to his face, shaking his head. Ae frowned heavily, sighing.

“I know. We can’t change that,” he replied sullenly, taking a few steps to be closer to the poor boy on the bed. Thomas should at least be buried with his teeth, the demon felt. He placed his fingers near his mouth, but quickly stilled. It was faint, but he could feel it.

“Kate,” he breathed, eyes wide. The fire demon turned to him, quickly looking down at Thomas.

“What?”

“He’s breathing. Holy fuck, the poor dear’s breathing,” Ae murmured, eyes wide. He couldn’t believe it. Thomas was still alive? Of course, the blood was fresh. Perhaps the wounds were only a few minutes old. But still, to be alive after this. Ae could not imagine the pain Thomas had to be feeling right now.

Kate couldn’t believe the fact either as he let out a long exhale, “oh shit. He’s still alive? Like that?! We-We have to-“

“Quick! Find his liver,” Ae immediately dropped the dentures as he drew out a small blade from his boot, cutting his lip. He placed his fingertip to the wound as Kate nodded, immediately searching.

‘I have to save him,’ the demon thought as he made a small mark beside Thomas’ head with his blood. Leaning over the poor boy, Ae made a similar mark on the blood stained pillow. Murmuring a word, the two symbols began to glow. Ae quickly moved to the lower part of the bed, scribing the symbol of his blood on either side of Thomas’ ankles. With another murmur, they were also glowing.

He had to save Thomas. Thomas was his boy. Ae knew from the moment he met Thomas that the young man had to be his. The demon would be damned if he would allow his Thomas to die if there was a chance to save him.

“It’s still in him!” Kate yelled, pointing towards the mess that was Thomas. Ae felt a smile light his lips as he looked up at Kate.

“Cut off a piece and quickly! We can save our darling Thomas.”

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“Moma, can we go to the park today?”

“What? Why the hell would you want to go to the park? Just go in your room, have fun with yourself!”

“…yes Moma.” Thomas watched as a small nine-year-old boy slowly walked to his room, disappointment in his eyes. He knew why. The boy didn’t really want to go to the park, he just wanted to spend time with his mother.

Thomas looked over at the memory of Moma and couldn’t help but to smile. She was sitting in the kitchen, writing down something in a notebook. Her blonde hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, her beautiful green eyes staring intently at the book in front of her.

She was the very essence of beautiful. Thomas exhaled, closing his eyes. He knew this was a dream. Time to wake up. He felt the warmth of his old kitchen fading as grogginess replaced content. Barely able to remember who he was looking at so fondly, the young man breathed out heavily.

He could feel bed sheets underneath him. Only… they were kind of stiff. And what the hell was that smell?! Thomas wrinkled his nose, shifting slightly. The young man frowned, shifting once more. Why did his shoulders feel kind of heavy? And what was that material brushing against his arm? It felt warm and hairy. But more importantly…

He felt the warmth of his arm against it.

Thomas quickly paused as his eyes snapped open. Draped over his arm was a dark brown something. A something that had a claw and bone joints. Something that looked suspiciously like a wing. A bat wing, at that.

With a cry, Thomas quickly got to his knees. He wavered, unbalanced, and watched with horror as the wings extended to assist in keeping his balance. The man stared, mouth agape. He felt new muscles working against his shoulder blades and could feel, fucking feel, what the wings felt.

“I… I do not hab wings,” he breathed in denial, slowly reaching out. The man shivered as his fingertips grazed over the skin. He flinched as he extended the wing on his own power. The longest bone had an elbow and Thomas realized with horror it was like another arm. An arm that had three long fingers. And skin that stretched in between each finger.

“Ae!!” Thomas yelled, hearing the slight fear in his voice. It was then he looked down at the bed and felt his heart still. Blood was everywhere. And his memories were surfacing. He felt his stomach constrict as he fell forward, heaving.

Panting, he stared at the bed with wide eyes as his body shook violently. His mouth hung open and he quickly reached towards it. His teeth! Thomas closed his eyes tightly, shaking his head as he pulled his fingers from his mouth. Ugh, no. Memories were bad, memories were bad!

‘Don’t remember. Don’t remember that incident with Moma and don’t remember last night. Don’t remember, for fuck’s sake, don’t remember for once in your fucking life, brain!’ Thomas yelled at his mind, watching as Augustus fucking violated his stomach. His stomach. He gripped his torso, shaking his head.

“Thomas! You’re awake!” Ae’s voice rang delighted as he walked over. Thomas immediately spun, gripping the front of Ae’s clothes.

“I-! Wings! Last night, I- oh ‘uck, no! I don’t wanna remember, I don’t wanna remember, damnit!” Thomas buried his face into Ae’s chest as he gripped the clothing tighter. He shivered as his friend stroked his wings. Oh shit, the stroking was starting to feel… With an anguished cry, Thomas shoved Ae away from him.

“Don’t ‘ucking touch ‘em!” he stared at Ae with wide eyes, his face skewed. Thomas felt the surge of emotions rip at him. He didn’t know what to feel right now as he gripped at his head. “’Uck! Why da hell?! Why?! I didn’t eben do anyhing, damnit!”

“Thomas, calm down…” Ae reached out, but Thomas quickly shied away, shaking his head. He shivered as he felt the wings move with him, helping him to keep balance on the bed.

“Don’t touch me,” he said quickly, gripping at his hair. “Oh shit, don’t touch me…” He inhaled sharply, remembering that he was supposed to be covered in wounds. The young man looked at himself, surprised to only see a few deep scars in a few places. His left wrist was covered in them as he gently touched it and remembered what had happened.

“Alright, I won’t touch you darling,” the demon spoke again and Thomas looked up. His eyes widened slightly as he realized that Ae didn’t have his wings anymore. Thomas shook his head again and went to bite his lip, only to realize that he didn’t have any teeth to do so.

“Shit…” he whispered, running both hands through his hair. He felt Ae watching him and closed his eyes tightly.

“I understand your pain from last night. I-“

“Like hell!” Thomas retorted, glaring at him. “You-“

“Thomas!” Ae’s voice was sharp and Thomas quickly looked down at the bed. But the bed was covered in his blood so closing his eyes was definitely the better option. “Thomas, don’t you dare fucking assume. I know what you went through. Granted, I wasn’t on the brink of death, but God damnit, don’t you sit there thinking that you’re special and that no one else has suffered what you’ve just suffered.”

Thomas looked up at Ae again, shocked and confused. What was Ae saying?

The demon gave a clipped sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Your rapist’s name was Augustus, right?” Thomas couldn’t help but to jerk at the mention of the name and the fear that gripped at his heart. “Mine is named Metzger. He comes every once in a while, has his way with me, then goes off somewhere.” Ae sighed as he looked at his nails boredly, “after a while, you get used to it. It doesn’t even hurt that much. I guess you’re lucky, with your pain tolerance.” The demon looked to Thomas who felt the fear spread throughout his body.

“You… mean…”

“Yes. He’ll probably be back for you. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Thomas shook his head as he slowly got off of the bed, gripping at his hair once more. The mere thought of what had happened last night happening again made him sick. He held onto a nearby dresser as he heaved once more, still shaking his head.

“Don’t… don’t tell me dis. ‘Uck, please don’t tell me dis…” he whimpered, holding his forehead as he stared at the blood covered floor. Just how much blood did he loose? Thomas closed his eyes, not wanting to think about it.

“Thomas…” The young man looked up as he saw Kate and felt the tension in his body mound. What the hell would Kate say? Thomas must’ve looked panicked because Kate held up his hands with an awkward smile.

“No, I won’t touch you, but… Thomas…” And there it was. The look of pity. Thomas grit his teeth- no, gums- together as he gripped the dresser hatefully. He looked over to Ae who was watching him, and then back to Kate who was staring at him pitifully.

The young man immediately stood up straight, wiping the bile from his lips. No. He wouldn’t let this get him. He wouldn’t become bored with the mere thought of having his body ravaged again. He wouldn’t let Kate stare at him with those eyes. Thomas closed his eyes, setting his lips firmly.

“’Uck you,” he said. “Bof of you. I won’t be like you, Ae. I won’t sit back and wait for it. And you!” He pointed his fist to Kate. “You so much as look at me wif pity again, I’ll punch your face in, ‘reak.”

Kate’s pitying stare vanished as he held a hand to his mouth, “wh-what did you just call me?”

“….a ‘reak,” Thomas repeated, narrowing his eyes. Kate erupted into laughter, holding his stomach. The young man gave a low growl as he grabbed a lamp and chucked it across the room. It crashed against Kate’s head with a satisfying sound. The demon abruptly stopped laughing as he glared at Thomas.

“Why you toothless dumb ass…” he trailed off, his hands in fists. Thomas grinned at him, crossing his arms over his chest. It was easy doing this. It felt simply natural to give into his demands to irritate Kate. It made the memories of the night previous that much easier to bear.

He could do this. Exist with pain, no matter how severe. He just didn’t have to think so hard on it. And if he did think too hard on it, or if he found the memories too consuming, he’d simply have to turn to Kate.

And hit him over the head for laughing again.

“What da hell is so funny?!” he lashed out and Kate pointed at him.

“Your grin! You look like a fuckin’ old man with your gums!” he managed to gasp out between his laughter and Thomas reached for another lamp. For right now, as long as Kate didn’t touch him, he felt normal.

Ae stared on, watching the two bicker. His golden eyes watched Thomas especially. And truthfully, he was amazed. He thought the situation with Augustus would’ve broken Thomas. But it didn’t. His eyes slowly moved to stare at Kate. It was because of him. He never would have predicted Kate’s influence on the young human.

Ah, that was not accurate. Now Thomas was a demon. An immortal bat demon. Ae stood up, placing his hands on his hips as Thomas threw a small jewelry box at Kate, who simply laughed harder. He smiled, wondering how Thomas would take the news.

“’Uck you, Kate, you ‘ucking asshole!”

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I think… I’m gonna try to heal Thomas. And honestly, Thomas wasn’t supposed to do this. XD Both me and Ae are kind of amazed at what Kate’s been doing to Thomas.

Now all I need is a girl for Thomas…