P.R.O.U.D. - From the depths of Hell, part 3
Title: P.R.O.U.D. - From the depths of Hell, part 3
Author: onthethruway01
Genre: fantasy, angst, het
Pairing: Yoochun x Lilith
Rating: R ?
Length: Chapter 3 of ?
Summary: The "prequel" to my Yoosu fiction, P.R.O.U.D.
Lilith wept upon her bed, clutching her pillow in her lonely room.
Her love was gone.
She held on tightly to the pillow, praying that it was only a bad dream.
“Don’t leave me. Don’t go where I can’t follow.”
While she sobbed upon her bed, two armed guards stood outside her room. Ever vigilant, they would not allow anyone to pass through the heavy oak doors.
An old woman, bent and gnarled from years of servitude appeared before the guards. She was Lilith’s nanny, of sorts; a wise woman and nurse; she had been at the palace longer than anyone could remember.
“You can’t go in crone,” one of the guards told her.
She raised an eyebrow and pointed a bony finger at the guard.
“I can see my Lady. She is distraught. I’ve brought her things to cheer her up.”
The old nanny showed the guards the contents of her satchel; cloth for a fine, new dress and needle and thread to sew it. On her belt she had two pouches of herbs to sprinkle in warm wine to calm Lilith’s nerves.
The guards looked at each other and nodded. What harm could the old crone do?
They had no idea…
As the door cracked open, Lilith sat up and wiped her swollen eyes. Pulling on the iron handles, the guards shut the door with a resounding thump and secured it from the outside.
“Oh nanny,” the daughter of Satan cried as she was greeted by her nurse.
The old crone hugged her quickly then placed a bony finger to her lips. She motioned her charge to follow her to the far end of the room.
“What is it nanny?”
The old nurse opened up the window; Lilith’s eyes opening wide.
“There is still time. Quickly. We must flee and save your love.”
Fresh tears trickled down Lilith’s cheeks.
“But,” she stammered, “he’s dead.”
The old woman smiled.
“Not yet my dear. He still clings to life. I can feel it. I sense these things. We must go to him now. Hurry. Fly. I will follow you.”
The old woman stretched; her ancient wings extending.
Lilith’s lower lip trembled.
“But nanny, you are too old. What if you fall?”
The old crone winked.
“What a glorious death that would be!”
Holding the young girls hand, they climbed upon the ledge. Lilith’s beautiful bat-like wings extended to their full length. She looked at the old woman who winked and encouraged her mistress to fly.
Lilith took off; the old nanny taking a deep sigh.
“Here goes nothing…”
The old crone sat upon a stone bench catching her breath; puffing out her cheeks, her wrinkled face was unusually flushed.
“That was exciting,” she breathed; Lilith grabbing her arm and pulling her off in the direction of the arena and its surrounding environs.
“There’s no time granny. Hurry.”
Despite her age, the old nurse ran like a spring buck; twisting and turning through the catacombs behind her lady; the two women not caring if they knocked over passersby until they stopped abruptly in front of the simple hovel that Lilith knew so well.
Limbs shaking, Lilith entered the bower and prepared herself for the worst.
“Toad?” she whispered in the dark.
Her eyes adjusted; peeking past the crackling fire, she saw the older male stooped over in the middle of the room.
“Milady?”
He stood up, and Lilith could see he had a small cup of water in his hands.
He smiled at her and bowed gently as she walked toward him and the young demon which lay under animal skins on the floor. Her granny had been right.
Yoochun was still alive.
Lilith ran to her love; arms outstretched, she reached out and touched him.
“He burns, lady. The fever has taken him. He will die soon.”
The old woman cackled.
“Not if I can help it. Out of my way young fellow,” she ordered Toad.
The ancient crone took charge. She put Toad to work; stoking the fire and tearing the fine cloth in her satchel into bandages. Wine was heated; herbs added to the liquid and spoon fed to the wounded fighter who was barely cognizant. More herbs were ground in a mortar and pestle; added to water it made a paste; medicine to be applied directly to the wounds to aid in the healing.
The three worked together diligently; Toad keeping the fire going, boiling water until it was sterile. Lilith comforted her love; a cool cloth pressed to his fevered brow; soft words whispered into his ear. His eyes fluttered open as he recognized her voice.
“Lilith,” he murmured; speech slurred and barely audible.
“Hush now,” she scolded him. “Everything is going to be fine.”
The three demons lifted the young fighter; the old granny gingerly removing the blood stained bandages and examining his wound.
Poker faced, the old crone did not let the others see her dismay. The wound was deep and terrible; it would take a small miracle to save the fighter’s life. Problem was, miracles didn’t happen in Hell, or did they?
“Poor child,” the old woman said to herself, as she cleansed the wound.
Bony fingers thread a needle; Yoochun turning his head away, staring into the eyes of his life long friend.
“Toad?”
The older male nodded, offering what encouragement he could.
“Put something in his mouth lest he bite off his tongue,” the old crone ordered Toad; Lilith’s gorge rising at the thought.
Toad stuck a piece of leather into Yoochun’s mouth and he waited for the pain.
It came, and it came hard. Fangs pierced the leather as the old crone’s needle penetrated the layers of his torn flesh; his body shuddering as silken thread pulled together skin and muscle ripped asunder by his opponent’s hand. He spit out the leather and cried out at the top of his lungs; Lilith weeping at the site of her love in so much agony.
It seemed like an eternity before the old nurse was finished; Yoochun’s body wracked with pain, his adoptive father holding him until his tremors ceased. Yoochun moaned into the older males shoulder; Toad gently stroking his dampened hair.
“Now, now. It’s all over, see? You did well.”
Lilith sat, knees to her chest and rocking back and forth in an effort to comfort herself.
“Get him some water child,” the old nurse ordered.
Snapping out of her trance, Lilith obeyed and she handed the cup to Toad.
The slender fighter struggled to drink, then fell back into unconsciousness.
“Lay him down. Let’s clean him up.”
The ancient nurse did not flinch as she washed the young fighter, Lilith blushing at the sight of her love, even though his pale, naked body was drenched with sweat and blood.
“He’s so beautiful,” she whispered under her breath, Toad smiling to himself, pretending he didn’t hear her words.
“What was that dearie?” the old woman asked.
“Is he going to live?” Satan’s daughter asked; brown eyes huge and full of concern. The thought of life without her love plagued her fragile mind.
“We’ll see, child,” the old crone answered. “We’ll have to wait and see.”
Yoochun’s wounds were dressed with the medicinal paste; fresh bandages wrapped around his slender form. Lilith brushed back his long, silken hair, securing it in a pony tail.
Sitting beside him she noticed he held something tightly in his hand. She opened his fist and wept as she held the object between her fingers. It was a braided lock of her hair.
He really loved her, after all…
Toad and the old granny cleaned up the mess. Exhausted, the granny sighed. Pouring two cups of wine, she and Toad sat at the fire in silence until they both drifted off to sleep.
Lilith crept under the covers next to her love; his body hot and still trembling. She placed her hand upon his chest; tortured heart fluttering beneath her palm.
“You must live, my love. I cannot go on without my ditch dog. Without you I am nothing. I would rather die. I will take my own life. I will slit my throat open with my own claws. I swear it.”
She snuggled up to him and held him tightly; drifting asleep, she was blissfully unaware of a single tear which trickled down his cheek.
He turned his eyes away from her; her words wounding him deeper than the great gash upon his side. He swallowed hard and sniffled; more tears falling from delicate lashes.
He cursed himself.
“Weakling.”
Swallowing hard he tried to rest, but something disturbed him; something dark and ominous.
They were not alone.
In the shadows, in a far corner of the room, a pair of eyes watched him.
Satan.
“Have you come for my soul?” he wondered. “Take me, and your daughter will die along side me,” he spoke in a whisper; the shadow not responding.
“What a shame,” Yoochun continued to taunt the Prince of Darkness, “she is so lovely.”
The wounded fighter nuzzled Satan’s daughter; fangs nipping at her throat. He resisted the urge to penetrate her flesh; he would not bond with her; not even in death.
The glowing orbs remained fixated on him; Yoochun’s almond eyes narrowing as he threw back his covers. He lifted the girls dress and parted her legs; she moaned as he teased her flesh; her response hardening his length despite his weakened state.
He turned his head away from the eyes; gritting his teeth in pain, he entered her; she gasped, but did nothing to stop him. Rocking gently inside her, his clawed hands grasped strands of her raven hair. Leaning into her he inhaled; the deep breath stabbing him like a dagger in his side.
“Watch,” he whispered once more to the Lord of the Flies, "watch how I fuck your half-breed bastard.”
His cock twitched and he spilled; seed filling her; leaking down her legs as he pulled out.
He searched in the darkness; the eyes were still there. Yoochun’s tongue flicked out and licked his own cum from Lilith’s silken thighs. He growled at the eyes in defiance. They blinked once and disappeared into the night; the demon Yoochun flashing his fangs in triumph.
Pain gripped him and he slumped forward; his body going limp on top of the sleeping girl. He moaned; cherry red lips pressing against her neck.
“Forgive me,” he begged her. "Forgive me.”
He tried to tell her; tried to say the words she desperately wanted to hear.
“I love you.”
But the fragile creature beneath him was fast asleep.