Where Time Stands Still

Century

2010-05-06T19:40:00.000-07:00

"Get up."

He opened his eyes tiredly and looked up into worried blue eyes. The nun was leaning over him saying something and slowly his hearing came into focus.

"Chronos, wake up!"

He became aware of his surroundings slowly, looking around everything had a dark cast to it, soot permeated the skies and tall intimidating buildings surrounded them. Dark oil floated on the top of the water in the bay, garbage floated by in the gentle breeze and the sound of machinery drowned out any stillness in the air. Babbage... they made it to Babbage.

Sitting up slowly he winced at the black fog in his mind and rubbed his forehead with the palm of his hand. His wings felt heavy and dirty, he shrugged a shoulder freeing one that had been stuck under him, all the blood drained from it at the awkward angle making it numb and tingly.

"I hate this place." He muttered, his wings felt heavy and dirty. Everything here felt dirty. Granted he was a demon but this place was filthier than hell.

"Um... you hate everything." Rosette leaned back on her knees. "Caledon is too 'pink'." She held up her fingers in quotations. "Steelhead is too damn cheerful, and Steeltopia's Emperor is crazy."
"What can I say, I am a demon, never satisfied, never full, never sedate."

"Yeah yea... save it." She held up a hand before standing up. Looking around she realized they were in an alley... well maybe. Most of the streets looked like alleys here. "Aren't you going to ask me what happened?"

"We must get out of sight." Chronos stood, one wing dragging behind him grabbing the girl by her arm pulling her towards a darker narrower alley. "My kind is not welcome here."

"Your idea was to come to Babbage, not mine."

"My brother owns a warehouse here." Chronos fished through a pocket and found a large key, "It's close to the canals. I frequent here to spy on others for their enemies."

"You're a henchman?"

"Invisible informant." He reminded her finding the large warehouse and entering in the back.

"What is this stuff?" Rosette looked up at the warehouse full of boxes simply labeled 'From Steelhead.' with a little tree stamped on the side.

"A joke." Chronos walked over to a broken box and opened the lid.

"Seeds?" Rosette was confused.

"Yes seeds, do you see a tree around here?" He watched her say 'oh' quietly.

"Careful, you look like you're about to pass out again." Rosette took a hold of his arm there was sweat across his brow and in his violet hair. She found a switch and some dim yellow lights turned on. There was a worn couch in the corner and a giant Victrola on a box, "You're here a lot aren't you?"

He slumped down extending his wings out letting them drape over the couch. "Yes. Now, what happened?"

Rosette sat on a small barrel in front of him, "Well I should be asking you what happened. Since we left Shamian Alley you've felt like you got a fever, your eyes clouded over and you weren't responding to my questions. When Babbage came into view you're eyes were entirely red and you're skin was pale and cold... more so than usual.

Then you just.. fell."

Chronos nodded his head, "You were not hurt?"

"I fell into the water, you my friend hit the pavement."

That would explain the sprained wing then. He folded his arms leaning back on the couch giving it some thought, "Shamian Alley." That woman... "She cursed me." Chronos swore lightly under his breath, "She threw a curse at me."

"What woman?" Rosette shrugged a shoulder, "I... oh that woman." She remembered the dark figure in the alley. "Wait, why would she throw a curse at you? And who is she anyway?"

"I have not met her, but I know of her." Chronos recalled the tale told by his own mother, demon mother to all demons in Pandemonium, even she retold the stories with fear in her grey eyes.

"Wait, shouldn't we be telling Lunar about this or Tensai?"

"She did not come to harm anyone, my being there was incidental. She came for Lunar more specifically." He closed his eyes leaning his head back.

"Are you sure, I mean she cursed you and you're a damn higher level demon."

"Lunar is a lot more powerful than she is... at least now he is."

"What do you mean?" Rosette asked, rather worried.

"If she is here, that means he is now a hundred years old."

The Traveler.

2010-05-04T10:35:00.000-07:00

"Get the hell up!"

"Ironic choice of words." Chronos stretched upwards, wings uncurling and stretching out to their full length. He yawned and looked down at the petite nun who was busy glaring at him. "What?"

"We missed the ferry to Caledon."

"I can fly us there." He shrugged a shoulder. The trip would not be so long for him if they stopped in Babbage for a brief rest.

"Oh hell no, I am not going to ride on... you." She pointed an accusing finger at him.

He grinned utterly amused at her flushed angry state ducking under the broken door of the monastery he lived in. The vines were beginning to overrun the place casting a foreboding doom upon the place, he rather liked it.

"How do you expect us to EEEP!" She latched herself around his shoulder when he picked her up and began to fly in the air, "I am going to scream in your ear!"

"You already are, and if you are not quiet I will drop you." He emphasized by flying lower barely missing the top of a pine tree.

"Where are we going anyway?" Rosette asked as they flew into the dense fog of Shanghai's industrial district.

"I sensed Doctor Steampunk last night."

Rosette seethed, "I am going to yell at him when I see him!"

"He won't drop you, but I will if you keep at it." Giving her a glare he gracefully landed on the uneven stone walkway of Shaiman Alley dropping her on the ground. She yelled at him in her most loudest boisterous voice. He heard some scurrying and found some scamps peeking at him from behind a barrel. There were scamps almost everywhere but the little things have found tunnels and other places to hide, that is why no one ever saw them. Little devious things.

At the end of a lane close to the pier was a run down storefront that was ever closed Doctor Steampunk lived in. He opened the door snorting when it was unlocked. Did he ever have a sense of self preservation? Apparently not if he leaves his door unlatched in a dangerous neighborhood. The house was filled with trinkets and gadgets of every sort scattered about the place on any smooth surface he could find. The stale air caused him to sneer, looking around there was a fine layer of dust on everything.

"What a slob!" Rosette tip toed around several stacked books nearly knocking over a small Asian table that had various tiny statues of Buddha and small boxes overstuffed with gears. She turned and was faced with a giant curio cabinet that had a zillion various types of ancient to modern light bulbs. "Okay I am not going to move otherwise I'll knock everything over."

Chronos furrowed his eyebrows plucking a sepia photo that was severely aged. A small young version of himself in his childlike state was standing there in an over sized coat with a serious expression, beside him with a grinning Doctor with his fists on his hips in a very Tensai like manner. He remembered this trip, they were in England about two hundred years ago. Replacing the photo above others he did not care to look at he scanned the room turning slowly around.

"WING!" Rosette called out to him when his folded wing was about to knock a candelabra over.

He frowned looking at the wall where twenty clocks sat still. "He is not here."

"What?" Rosette carried several books stacking them in the corner of the room.

"The clocks, they've all stopped." He precariously stepped over some objects and walked out of the house.

Rosette looked over to the wall of clocks realizing none of them were ticking, and like the demon said, all of them were stuck to a single time.

"I thought you said you sensed him?" She caught up to the demon who was wandering around the alleys.

"He must have left again." He almost grinned when she cursed a rather lovely string of obscenities that would make a sailor blush. What a model nun she made.

The air began to chill, and he felt a very distinct shiver up his spine. Eyes widened when he realized all the sounds of the rushing wind, the birds, the children, even Rosette stopped. Putting a hand out and pushing the girl behind his back he turned and narrowed his eyes as a shadow began to cross the alley. It was a dark blur, a figure that slowly moved gracefully. His breath caught and held.

It stopped, long pale hair almost glowing in the shadow before turning and merely glancing at him through misplaced strands of fur. Every bone in his body cried out, shadows ran before they merely passed on not sparing him another glance.

"What was that?" Rosette had been peeking over his shoulder. "Who was that?" She wondered about the figure who had just passed by, she couldn't make out a face but she was sure they were glaring at the demon.

"I... I don't know." His wings shivered. No... that couldn't be... that seriously couldn't be.

"I have to leave." Chronos muttered walking quickly out of the alleys.

"What... we have a mission in Caledon." Rosette yelled at him.

"Caledon, perfect." Chronos wrapped his arms around her waist and flew straight into the air ignoring her screams. If she was here... he would not.

End and Outcome

2009-12-30T02:00:00.000-08:00

“What the HELL is this?!?”

He knew she was there, he had known she was coming the moment she stepped foot in Boomtown. Her life force had always been strong, yet he wondered why on earth she was seeking him out. Lazily he reached up and with the tip of his talon he raised the bandages from his eyes and peeked at the silhouette of a girl standing in the middle of the doorway with both fists on her hips, feet askew with the backdrop of a blaring sun behind her. “We’re not in hell.”

“This is a… a… a…. CHURCH!” She screamed out loudly flailing her arms about. “It’s completely blasphemous!”

He decided to lower the blindfold back and close his eyes lying on a pallet of broken pews with a wing covering his form. “It was an abandoned church and I remind you I used to be a member of the Magdeline order, whatever lifetime that entails. Talk to the Diocese if you don’t believe me.”

“I did. Apparently I am branded just like you. A nun ‘in whatever lifetime that entails.’” She raised two fingers on either hand to quote what he just said. “I tried to talk to the Doctor about what that meant and why that meant and…”

“Let me guess…” Chronos could only smile, what a man to run off when things got complicated. “I do love guessing.” He sat up stretching out his wings behind him before standing up feeling woozy in the process using a piece of broken off altar to steady himself, “You’re up earlier than noon… you’re here speaking to me more than likely against what you think is your better judgement, and you’re upset.” He finally reached up raising the bandana off his eyes over his forehead looking down at the flustered youth. “The Doctor is gone.”

She glared at him.

He actually liked playing this game of making her mad. He always did as she was the funniest person in the universe when she was upset. Windows would break, the nun would swear up a storm and people would run for cover. Though times changed, he was no longer in need of stealing her soul to survive as he had his horns back, and therefore he was in his fullest demonic form rather than that of the equivalent of an eight year old child. Perhaps it was the detachment of his youth like form that made him want to egg her more, she wasn’t busy hitting him over the head, or pulling his ears, or yelling at him… did he actually miss her abuse. Seriously he should find a bottle and go crawl under a rock or something for a few millennia.

“Hey!” She snapped her fingers in front of his face.

Chronos reared his head back at the intrusion to his personal space, “What is it you want nun?”

“Answer my questions… demon!”

Chronos sighed heavily before sitting on the altar and folding his legs motioning her to pull up a pew and listen. She did so most grudgingly dropping herself down on that bench stirring the dust around to glow visibly in the colored trails of light shining through the broken stained glass. “Welcome to my home, and please before you get hysterical it was abandoned and reclaimed by Lunar, he gave it to me. I am assuming he told you where to find me.”

She looked around the tiny broken church with critical eyes noting the rusted crosses and broken pews and a rather large pallet of wood with a simple drape of cloth that he had been lying on when she came in. “Yea he told me you’d be in the last place I would expect… hey why are there cows outside?”

“Because I don’t want them inside?” He shrugged when she just stared at him. “A demon has to eat you know, I can’t live just off of fear.”

“Oh please!” She glared then after a few moments she cocked her head to the side and stared at him with a thoughtful expression.

“Rosette.” Chronos whispered after he saw her staring at him like that, “He told you, didn’t he?”

“He said some things.”

“And do you believe him?”

“I don’t know what to believe.”

Chronos nodded his head, folding his arms looking outside of the closet window to the outside air. “I am Chronos, born son of Pandemonium, the fallen angel of heaven.”

She gulped loudly knowing exactly who Pandemonium was. “What does ‘born son’ mean?”

“My brothers and sisters are grown, not born like me.”

“So you’re telling me you’re a demon prince of hell?”

“That is exactly what I am telling you.”

“Ah” She muttered rolling her eyes.

“But I carry the brand… sinner, once hornless.”

“YOU!” She stood up and pointed at him, “You’re a sinner of hell?”

“What do you know about the sinners Rosette?”

She sat down and fidgeted a bit, “Well, I was busy throwing spitwads at my friends in that class. But you overturned hell, killed Pandemonium, created chaos and were cast out of hell to terra bringing the other sinners with you? But I was told they were all hunted down and killed?”

“I killed the other sinners, and my brother Aion who sought to take over this plane as well.”

“Oh.” She whispered.

“Your part in all this, you were my contract, the person whose soul I lived off of to remain alive.”

“You thieving bastard!” She yelled at him.

“You freely offered yourself I could not refuse you and believe me I tried. But you are more stubborn than I am persuasive. I died with you, but my brother willed me back to life returning my horns to me, the doctor found you running away from the nunnery.”

“After my brother died I was taken in by the nuns from the orphanage, I didn’t fit in, I got the switch every day and I hated all of it.”

“Without changing the past they changed its outcome. I am alive and you are alive, that is all that matters. Live your life far away from me.” He stood up and pointed at the door, “You should leave.”

She sighed heavily pulling the habit off her head exposing unruly blonde hair, “I’m still a nun, as much as I hated living at the covenant I took oaths to the order. I can’t leave the order they’re all over the place. They’ve promoted me, to a ranger, so I can go where I want and take down demons wherever I want I only have to check in every now and then.” She seemed truly happy for her promotion.

“Smart decision on their part, otherwise you’d be running for the hills.” Chronos looked to the broken door, “Still, you should go, be a ranger elsewhere not here.”

“I can’t.”

He turned and stared at her and said with an undignified, “Huh?”

She held out a scroll of paper to the demon, “You’ve been reinstated.”

He looked at the scroll with a seething hatred in his eyes, damn them. He took the scroll and read it, sure enough he himself took oaths though different for obvious reasons. “But I died!”

“Tough shit demon. Its either this or you get sealed up like the rest of them.”

He didn’t want to be sealed in another tomb, he had already spent fifty years sealed in a tomb with rotting corpses, before that he spent another ten years sealed away by some rogue priest before he was able to find a way to unseal himself. No he didn’t like the idea but if it kept the nuns from coming after him then so be it. “Fine, but I don’t want to work with you.”

“Tough shit again.”

“What?!?”

“Let’s make this absolutely clear demon I don’t have to like you…” She narrowed her eyes at the demon, “… but I do have to work with you.”

In this I am.

2009-10-31T22:24:00.000-07:00

I watched her play with the dogs at the dog park. She was laughing, playing and just so... alive.

I would resort to stalker, let her never remember me... at least she was alive.

- Memories of Chronos the Sinner

"I am sorry Chrono, I really am." The doctor placed his hand on the demon's shoulder, his wing instinctively unfurled knocking his hand away before stalking off into the recesses of the TARDIS perhaps to the place he used to nest in when he used to be a companion of his. The demon stopped at the edge of the wall and in one leap he was in the rafters, sitting with his back towards the doctor laying his wings against the metal and silently sitting there in revere.

The doctor bowed his head silently folding his arms in reprieve at how all the events and persons he had come across and especially all the things he had done to transpired into this. Rose was a young girl, filthy, dirty and living in the back streets of New York about the 1920's. He was there investigating reports of various fluctuations of odd waves of time when he found her, cold and alone. Promising never to get involved he merely watched day after day as she would come into the alley where the box stood and climb into the garbage can to sleep. Eventually their paths crossed and he found out she had run away from a monastery.

She had eventually returned to the order until he saw that she had been harmed over and over again. After that he took her in.

She was Chronos' partner, he could tell now after seeing the demon's eyes in recognition. Somehow the shift in time he was investigating caused a few incidents to not happen, Rosette did not unseal the demon Chronos the Sinner, her brother Joshua was killed, she still joined the order but never became the demon fighting nun without her partner and the drive of finding her long lost possessed brother, and in that scene... she never died.

How to fix this? Perhaps he couldn't. He had not done this, and he had no clue what to do to fix it.

Sighing loudly he decided he would have to sit down with Rose and tell her a few things. He found her sitting on the floor wrapped in a thick blanket, her blue eyes looking up at him sternly. "Rose... Rosette, you have nothing to fear of the demon."

"I know." She whispered looking off somewhere else, "I've seen a lot of demons." She started, "I'm not afraid of them, I used to get in trouble for that you know. I once saw a high class demon, not a little legion a full noble like that winged guy you're friends with... I wasn't afraid of him."

"You're not afraid of Chronos."

"Is that his name." She whispered.

"You know him Rosette..." She looked up at him, cold blue eyes staring in disbelief as he knelt beside her. "... and I want to tell you how you know him."

My eyes hath seen...

2009-09-17T02:39:00.000-07:00

They say that order is begat from chaos.

They also say that life is a full circle, that you end exactly where you begin and you begin where you'll eventually end.

I was born in Pandemonium. It is not only a place in the underworld, it is a person as well. She is our mother, our queen, our mind. Unlike my collective brother's and sisters, I was born from her, not grown from the legion that infest my black blood. Our minds were as one, we were a family in hell. I was not the only one like myself... I had a brother... his name was Aion.

Being directly descendants of angel blood we were different, and eventually along with Aion we sought freedom from the collective. He said it would be freedom, he said it would be a revolution... he lied to me.

I helped lead a coup de ta and killed my own brothers and sisters to overthrow our mother, Aion succeeded in killing her. The other nobles in the family caught us, and cast us from hell branding us the name... Sinner.

So I am Chronos the Sinner, I carry that title with great weight.

From all the evil I have ever done... the worst of it all was to take the life of a young woman, a nun. I killed her, took her soul to feed mine... yet here she was standing right in front of me.

From chaos to order.

Full circle indeed.

.....

The demon stood there, eyes impossibly wide.

She blinked a few times trying to focus on the other person in the TARDIS the Doctor was speaking to. From all the time she'd been here she never once saw him bring someone into the ship, he didn't speak much of himself and so she rewarded him by telling him none of herself either... you had to give to get... that was always her policy.

Yet when things went into focus she could only stare at the shocked face of an impossibly tall man that wore a bunch of leather and... had... big... black... wings.

She blinked.... "AIIIEEEE!!!" Instantly there was a gun aimed at the demon, "Stay back Doctor!" She warned the man keeping her gun aimed between his eyes. He stared and a sort of sad expression crossed his face.

"Rose where did you get that gun?" He had never for a moment thought she could have something like that... and in his ship none the less.

She narrowed her eyes at the demon who made no move to run or cower, "These bullets are infused with holy water."

"I know."

"It can kill you!" She warned and the demon merely stood there nodding his head as though he understood what she was going to do. She'd never seen a demon like this before, usually she encountered lesser blob things or possessed creatures or... rodents. This was a full up full fledged high class demon. She shook, frightened that her bullets would be no match for this creature. The Doctor took a step between her and the demon standing in the path of the gun.

"He won't kill me, or you."

She narrowed her eyes at him, "You're a demon worshipper, aren't you?"

Demon worshipper... The Doctor could only smile at that accusation. He had been called many things, that was a first for demon worshipper. "No Rose, he is one of my companions. And he is a member of the Order of Magdalene as yourself it would seem." He reached up and held his lapels as the girl stared in shock. "Put the gun down Rose, or... Rosette."

The gun shook in her hands as she lowered the barrel. The demon made no move, though she still saw his eyes staring intently at her the entire time. "You've got a lot of explaining to do." She glared at the Doctor.

"As yourself, how did you sneak such a thing on my ship without my notice?" He held out his hand expecting her to hand the gun to him. She hesitated and after a moment placed it in his hands. Such a curious thing, different from its more dangerous counterpart that shoots regular bullets. This is obviously a blessed holy object. Still... he opened a drawer and placed the gun inside closing it and making sure it did not open. "Why don't you wait in the parlour Rose?" She nodded but before walking off she turned to make sure the monster didn't follow after.

Turning around he saw the sad eyes of Chronos the Sinner. Reddish violet eyes turned to him and he felt the full brunt of pain and true suffering in that look.

Chronos finally opened his mouth and whispered, "Doctor... what have you done?"

Rosette

2009-09-13T00:08:00.000-07:00

50 years in the future set in New York circa 1920

"He's dangerous!" The mother superior just about had enough of this age old argument with the young stubborn girl. "I will not allow you to remain here if you bring along that... creature!"

"He is NOT dangerous, he's my friend!"

Sister Kate slammed her hands on the oak table and stood up, "He's a demon Rosette! He will turn on you the moment you turn around, on all of us!"

The blond girl glared her blue eyes at the mother superior as she stood in that giant room filled with religious antiques dressed in dirty filthy torn clothing and mud stuck to her hair and dirt on her face. "Chronos is not like that!" She balled her fists tightly as tears began to pour down her cheeks.

The elder sister sighed at the girl's stubbornness to see the truth and sighed speaking in a softer voice, "Child, he is not human, he is not a pet, and he is not a friend." She noted the heavy brass watch around her neck that ticked slowly and ominously different from the rest of the clocks in the room, "And he's slowly killing you."

Rosette put her hand on the watch that she carried on a chain around her neck, with tears streaming down her face she screamed out, "This is MY choice!" before turning around, stomping out of the room and slamming the door shut. A few pictures were knocked from the nails holding them up, crashing to the ground shattering the glass. The mother superior put a hand to her face and took off her glasses pinching the bridge of her nose tightly.

A man chuckled heartily, "That went better than last time." He had been sitting on the couch the entire time, a young man in his early 20s with golden hair in blue.

"Father Remington... what am I going to do with that girl?"

"You're going about this all wrong Sister Kate." He stood from the couch and walked over to survey the damage done holding up a shard of glass eye level. "She just lost her brother to the clutches of that evil demon, you're asking her to give up the rest of her family... that demon."

"I can't let that demon stay here, I will take the girl she has promise... but not that creature."

"That isn't wise Sister."

"You're asking me to take a demon into holy ground, that's sacrilegious!"

"It's practical. He needs her to live, she needs him to live... and we need them to find the dark one and put an end to this war."

The nun sat down and folded her arms bowing her head, silently staring through tiny glasses at the file on her desk of one Rosette Christopher... an orphan. It was not her the Magdalene order was interested in, it was her brother with the almost inhuman ability to heal others. Yet a demon came and stole this boy... a demon the girl and her pet demon knew. She didn't like this one bit but perhaps Father Remington was right... this time. She held up a hand, "I must speak to the order heads."

"No need." the young priest stood up.

"What do you mean? You did not go over my head again!"

"Sister, they don't have the time for politics." She was about to protest when he cut her off, "She's dying... remember?" He placed a hat on his head and walked out of the office shutting the door softly behind him sparing the sisters pictures.

He walked down a narrow corridor and down a spiral staircase. The door to his car was open, a small thin boy that appeared no older than ten sat with his feet hanging out swinging back and fourth, long violet hair unkempt about his face. His pale face looked up, and red eyes met with his before the boy looked back down to the ground and began swinging his feet again completely unlike his companion. He found her fuming as she stomped around the car using all sorts of vulgarity he had never heard a young woman use before in the most interesting ways.

He leaned on the car and folded his arms waiting until she noticed him. When she finally did she stared at him wide eyed with a blush on her cheeks, "Well Rosette... how would you like to be a nun?"

52 years in the future

"God damn it!"

"Rosette you shouldn't say things like that. You're in a church." He sipped his soup from a spoon not bothering on turning to his companion to address her.

"The whole damn place is a church!" She sat down straddling the chair in the most unelegant way possible and took the bowl of soup from her companion and held it up to her lips before snorting it down loudly.

The boy looked down at the now empty spot there had been a bowl of soup and sighed, "You didn't have to eat mine." after a moment and her silent pensive state he questioned, "What did she say?"

"She says I'm too careless."

He nodded his head knowing that she must have slammed the door, kicked and screamed her way here. No wonder the mess hall was empty everyone must have abandoned ship. "Rosette?" He watched her as she stared off quietly, "You ok?"

She shook her head, "She needs to get laid major."

Chronos looked up the ceiling and rolled her eyes, "And here I was worrying about you."

53 years in the future

Chronos sat on top of the church looking down into the courtyard where a row of young nuns in blue dresses and white habbits stood as the young priest walked down the line, shaking their hands in succession.

Something inside him squeezed painfully watching the young blond girl reach out and shake his hand, smiling brilliantly at the priest accepting her fate as a nun... a member of the order meant being a demon hutress, exterminator.

In the three years they had been together, she was growing up whereas he was perpetually stuck in this small form as she surpassed his height. But it would never last, she gave her soul to feed his life... she came to this place to learn to hunt and destroy demons... all to save her brothers soul.

Would this change her?

Would she one day turn on him?

She caught him looking from the dormers of the old cathedral and held her mouth open with her fingers as she stuck her tongue out at him.

He sighed... maybe not.

55 years in the future...

"There is never enough time." She whispered softly.

He stopped and stared at her watching the tall nun stand looking out over the city. She never once complained, never once got tired, never once uttered anything about the burden she had to carry until now... time was always against her. That watch she carried drained her life and fed him because his horns were broken off and he could not gather the astral to live.

She turned to him and smiled, "You... you'll always be the same won't you?"

It was the curse of the immortals... a curse to see those you love the most grow and die. Why was she talking like this, where was the swearing and yelling and throwing things? "Are you in pain?" He whispered, choking a bit on his words.

"Idiot." She smiled and whispered good natured bonking his head lightly with a fist. The smile faded, "I'm not going to find him in time am I?" He opened his mouth to answer and she cut him off, "Don't answer that, I will find him."

He smiled, that was more the girl he remembered...

56 years in the future...

Red eyes slowly opened and were met with a pair of green blue eyes surrounded by stark white hair. Chronos flew back hitting his head on the wall realizing he was in a tiny room. As he struggled about in the tiny room the tall figure stood there staring at him calmly and silently. He finally quieted down and resigned himself to kneel on the ground tired of fighting against his reawakening body and the claustrophobia of this room before the man finally spoke, "I am not Aion."

Aion.. that nefarious demon that was the cause of so much pain in his life. Yet how did this stranger know who Aion is, or even his name? Or for that matter... "How did you revive me? I was dead!"

"I have been saving this for you." He replaced an empty syringe in a velvet lined case and shut it softly.

Chronos realized if he was alive then... she... the man stared blankly into his eyes before shaking his head knowing what that hopeful look was.

"She was mortal." Is all the answer he gave.

"I should have died! It was important to me!"

"You did so your promise is kept." The man took a step forward in the moonlight, this being the first time Chronos had laid eyes upon his features. He wasn't a pursuer... or a sinner... or a demon for that matter but he was no human and there was a strong presence of magic that was manifesting in a different form and at a greater magnitude than he had ever felt before.

"Who are you?"

"You are given an option, you may end your life, or you can begin another." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a heavy pocket watch with clamps holding its side together. Chronos reached out swiping the watch out of his hands unsure about how this man or demon or beast got a hold of this. "Why are you doing this?"

"Consider this my gift to you." He raised a hand and touched the demons forehead with a finger staring at the demons wide red eyes and hitched breath as a light shimmer covered his body and he began to grow in size from a young boy to a tall man. Wings protruded and began to flap about hitting the wall wildly before drooping tiredly to the ground and two lumps began to form at his temples protruding out of the skin causing blood to drip over his pale skin.

The man retracted his hand and stood over the demon staring at him for a bit longer before turning around and leaving him there.

Chronos felt the full pain of his still growing horns and the instant surge of power as they immediately began to collect astral to recover his body. He stumbled out of the room into the night as he held a heavy watch in one hand. Wandering like a drunk he kept to the shadows out of sight before colliding into a wooden object. He looked up at the police box and stared a bit wondering how out of place this was.

The door opened and a young man in a tweed suit came out and clapped his hands happily until he noticed the dark figure standing close to him. "What the devil..."

"Demon..." Chronos whispered before falling over, the world spinning until it was all black.

2009-09-07T23:51:00.000-07:00

The demon stood at the crest of the mountain looking down at the once lush valley. Once this place had been a great forest before the humans came and began farming the land before the structures became taller and the river had been tamed and the mountains mined, and the land infested with them... humans.

The plumes of smoke from the factories hovered just underneath the layer of clouds poisoning the clouds. Just beyond the dark haze of smoke the city's lights twinkled as they prepared for nightfall.

Humans were afraid of the dark, afraid of what they could not see with their eyes and feel with their senses. His thoughts turned dark as the metal collar slowly started to constrict against his airway telling him not to venture down that road. A single hand delicately reached up and pressed against the cool steel. "I should be back down there in that hole, Doctor." He casually reminded the odd human sympathizing creature that he was dealing with a demon from pandemonium herself and quite unlike his former companion.

"Oh hush." The man walked up the rise warming his hands by rubbing them together as he surveyed the scene. "They've come quite far haven't they?"

"I hate them."

The man looked over and stared for a moment wondering exactly when the demon had changed so drastically. He used to be an agent for God, fighting against demons that would seek to destroy the world. "You don't mean that."

"I find myself longing for the taste of their death, to eat that fear when they realize there is nothing they can do to stop it."

A hand found its way on his shoulder, "I know you Chronos, you're not a lesser demon."

For a moment the resentment against the Doctor ebbed away, being trapped in a place and time that was not yours did not bother him. There was a time he looked up to this man, followed him blindly and learned from him. That time had come and gone. He shrugged his shoulder causing the hand to slip off before he turned around and stared at the dark eyes of the one called Doctor and narrowed his own as a growl reverberated through his spine causing his wings to furl upwards. His mouth opened exposing long fangs in a display of territorial dominance as his eyes glowed black.

The Doctor calmly stood long after the demon had sharply turned away and stalked back down the hill staring at the grass that had singed with his momentary rage. He bent down and knelt on the grass touching the ground and pulling his fingers back when he felt a physical shock. The grass was cursed forever it seems, even a thousand years no life would ever grow here again.

Chronos was obviously still upset for what he had done, leaving him stranded a hundred years in the past. He knew the younger demon he had was a creature of time so the span of those years should not have been the problem. Perhaps it was the act of desertion, or the fact Chronos found Lunar...

... and the fact the two are related...

How did this fact slip his mind, he had no idea Chronos and Lunar shared the same father. For all the randomness he traveled, for all the places he discovered, people he carried with him... the universal law of metaphysical paradoxes. Throw in enough variables and you'll end up with the entire works of Shakespeare in braille from putting together all the shot up road signs.

Chronos stood in front of the box that stood so innocently out of place among a broken church. When he was 'younger' and without horns he always reverted into the form that required the least amount of astral, the forces that his horns gathered to give him eternal life. His younger self always followed after the odd man, never questioning, always following.

Now... well he was unable to return to his childlike state, he could barely revert to his more human like form. Chronos turned at the sound of the Doctor returning. He reached into the pocket of his waistcoat and took out a key holding it out to him.

Chronos looked at the keys and shook his head, "Unnecessary." The door was opened and the demon watched as the man entered inside he ducked his head folded his leathery wings. He stood once inside, able to spread his wings out with the massive space accidentally hitting a set of wires causing them to sway back and fourth.

The place changed, copper took over the rich woods, wires replaced tapestries. Did it always have the musky smell? He shook his head, the nostalgia rich and almost too overwhelming. Still he clung to the anger and opened his eyes seeing the Doctor standing against the console, red hair and dark eyes so close to his daughters.

The Doctor stared at Chronos wondering about the almost smile to his face before he tightened his jaw and glared at him. He knew the TARDIS could stand against the whole army beating down at the door but a curse? He was playing with fire coming back for him but it was necessary for what he had to do... or undo.

Chronos stiffened and his eyes took a red tint as he was instantly in front of the Doctor, hands fisted around his collar holding him up, "We're not alone."

The Doctor put his hands on the Demons fists and eventually his feet found the floor again. "She was lost."

"You said you wouldn't take children again. Stop screwing up the future!"

"She had no parents, no siblings, the orphanage she's from didn't even bother looking for her. She would have died out there in the forest. She's of no consequence." He pried the claws off his coat and sighed at the lapels with the large holes in them.

Chronos sneered, "You're still looking for a mate aren't you?"

"It's not like that Chronos." He shook his head at the demon. "I cant explain why but I did."

The two of them turned to the sound of feet scuffing along the metal floor. A teenage blond girl stood at the metal archway, the over sized shirt and clothing were torn and ratted. She was rubbing her eyes yawning loudly.

"Doctwooo... wha... loud... yea..." She muttered between yawns.

Chronos' eyes widened and he took a step back when she lowered her hands and blinked a few times staring at him with glassy tired blue eyes. His heart stopped, time stood still and the universe suddenly ceased.

"Rosette."

2009-08-21T17:01:00.000-07:00

"Just look at those horns, and those ears my goodness." Dark eyes studied the top of the tall demons head with intense scrutiny before reaching into one of his endless pockets on the frock coat he was wearing pulling out a tailors measuring tape and holding it out the length of the long curved horns, "Two meters now that's the biggest I've seen yet." He grinned putting the tape back into his pocket. "Almost wonder what you've been eating."

"Just some random human children." Chronos sarcastically bit out. The demon did not seem as pleased to see the gentleman even though it meant leaving the confines of his prison. He took note of the crumbled structure around him, "Your work?" He asked motioning to the broken walls with clawed hands.

"Nah... well..." The English fellow trailed off before heading down the stairs that spiraled around the partly underground silo.

"Where are the nuns?" Chronos finally asked remembering his captors.

"They took off."

"Doctor, what are you doing here?" He finally asked. Years ago before his horns were restored Chronos the Sinner, devoid of his horns had to revert back into child form to not waste the astral energy that kept him alive. He was found by an elder man in his early adult years and from then on the two of them traveled together for years... until one day the child found himself stranded in a time and place he was unfamiliar with and was left alone.

"Hold out your hands." Pulling out a small thin apparatus he rested against the chained shackles. The object emanated a high pitch noise causing the demon to start. "Now what is this." With new found interest he leaned closer, pulling down the glasses setting on top of his head to take a better look, "Now that... is interesting."

"My collar? It binds me."

"Binds you, from what?"

The demon leaned down to stare at the ancient man, "From stealing souls."

"Ohh that's all behind you now anyways." He waved off the exasperated demon. "We have work to do, lets go."

"Wait, what?" He followed after the gentleman, "What about the nuns..."

The Doctor waved his hand, "Oh they're alright I made provisions for you."

"I can't believe that they would just release me."

"Well a few ran away when they saw the airship flying into the wall of the monastery."

The demon put his hands on his head following the shorter man in a top hat carrying a cane, "What are you doing and what do you mean we have work to do?" Upset he wasn't getting any answers he stopped walking

"Doctor." The demon growled, "You left me in New York a hundred years before I came to this plane of existence, Pandemonium hasn't happened yet."

"Well we can just forget about that for now."

Violet eyes wide the demon couldn't possibly say anything else.

2009-07-19T22:29:00.000-07:00

She was scared... and she had every right to be.

The solid granite blocks were slashed deeply exposing the metal plates that was an extra line of defense, heaps of metal lay in scraps from what used to be the roof.... I was a bad captive.

The sister that looked through the bars from a hundred feet up gasped in horror. I had to grin.

"Chronos the Sinner, slayer of a thousand demons, he who was once hornless... answer me." A voice came from above.

I cocked my head to the side wondering who from this era knew exactly who I was. Instead of answering from down on the ground I decided I wanted to speak to my captors face to face. I gouged the walls with my claws and climbed up the narrow silo until I was up close to the bars.

"That's far enough Sinner."

I instantly recognized the voice, "You..."

Another face appeared above and I grabbed the bars to clear my eyes from the stay down in the dark for so long. "Is that you... Doctor?"

Not forgotten...

2009-07-06T20:44:00.001-07:00

I was in an awkward position when I finally stirred.

I awoke to find myself in a dark room, my eyes immediately adjust to the darkness to see myself in a circular stone room. There is no door anywhere around me. There is a light though, and its several hundred feet up.

Did they just open the casket and throw me down here?

"I thought you nuns were supposed to be compassionate!"

Yelling just made me more mad. My wings were sore so there was no spreading them out, besides the round silo they dropped me in was too narrow for me to fly up.

I brushed my forehead and realized I still had a fever... a sure sign I was still in heat. This wasn't good... not good at all. Soon my mind was going to go feral, I could tell that from my racing heart. And I don't think the nuns knew the... state I am in.

Sitting down I wrapped my arms around my legs and leaned my chin on my knees. I raised a finger and made a single scratch on the rock wall to mark my days in captivity.

2009-06-21T16:57:00.001-07:00

"Stand still demon!"

How still could one stand!?!

Impatient nun.

I sighed and held out both my hands palms upwards, a cold pair of shackles were slapped on. They were heavier than last time and had a lot more magic added. Instantly I felt tired and dizzy.

"Don't fall over!"

Another nun grabbed the link of chain at my neck and pulled it.

"What is this?" She asked.

"My collar of subjugation." I didn't want to tell her but couldn't refuse being so tired.

"What are the commands?"

Oddly... I didn't know. Lunar just never used them on me. I never went out of line... well I can't say never.

They bound my wings together painfully and the appendages drooped on the ground and just went limp with the other set of chains around them and my horns.

"Time to go, Chronos."

I nodded already knowing what awaited me. There was a large box waiting for me on the back of a horse drawn carriage. it wasn't a coffin but reminded me of one. I laid inside and closed my eyes as the nuns laid the lid on saying prayers to the One for my sake.

Am I being saved, or being punished?

As I drifted off into sleep I smiled remembering the fun time I had albeit was short... I had found reason to laugh again. Is this goodbye? I doubt it, the young Lunar is quite stubborn. So its... see you later.

- Chronos Sinner

Goodbye.

2009-06-18T20:56:00.000-07:00

An owl perched on the windowsill and I just stared at it for a moment before closing my eyes and leaning my head on the stone chair.

It dropped a scroll it was carrying on the ground.

Before it had a chance to fly away my arm shot out and fingers wrapped around its little neck as I brought it closer to me, its wings flapped and it screamed out and I stared at it for a moment before letting it go. "Today you live little friend."

The scroll sat there staring up at me so I picked it up and stilled seeing the Magdalene order seal on it.

After we died they were NOT happy to see me resurrected again. They sealed me in her tomb as punishment, then after I left but they were always a shadow looming over me. They only tolerated me because she did and now that she was gone I was a target again for their insurrection of hate towards demons. 'Control him' became 'cage him' then 'subjugate him' ... then 'kill him.'

But that is in the future. Odd knowing when you're going to die... and completely unable to do anything about it. I would trade a million of my years and my own black soul to save her. Yet even though I can stop time completely I cannot start it over again, nor can I exist anywhere where I have already existed... meaning I can't wait for the future and save her... or even make sure she could not find me and unseal me.

Life is a bitch that way it seems.

'TotalLunar Eclipse...

Tensai Eclipse's blood analysis as to the request we made is very convincing evidence as to prove your relationship to the demon, though we are requesting our own unbiased scientific examination to confirm it. I am sorry your request was denied for extension on keeping the demon out of stasis during the duration. Please seal him and send him back to the labs for further testing. - Sister Kate'

The paper fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.

The order, or Nuns with Guns as its known now in this time didn't even start hunting down demons and demon worshippers until the turn of the century close to 1910's when the first mass devil worshipping was founded and they began to take action against those that summoned them and the demons that stole the souls of others.

Maybe my being back here changed something, caused a rift to go in another way.

'You're in heat brother.' That too was still on my mind. I wasn't connected to the consciousness of Pandemonium anymore, we felt each other's emotions like a common collective. When the collective let out that carnal frustration it was a mass release of base satisfaction. Some wouldn't even live through it. But they were demons, here its a bunch of humans... and I wasn't sated as I was with a thousand others feeling my own feelings ripping into my mind and painfully destroying my conscious apart as our bodies satisfied each other.

Yes it was carnal but I'm a damn demon.

The elf side of me would scream in horror and somehow others found it attractive. Oddly I would as well, I am a soldier demon I do as I'm told but when it comes to that time... I am not myself. Since I was half elf my mind was always capable of going against any orders given. That's why I was labeled a Sinner. I could go further than others, I could mentally destroy others in lust and rage... I have before.

The small church I called home didn't seem home anymore for some reason. After last night and being repeatedly mocked and made to feel like shit I realized maybe I shouldn't have come here at all. Lunar said he needed me... well I can't be here anymore not with the way I've been treated. They don't know how to NOT play with fire and I can't restrain myself any longer.

Maybe... I should go to stasis again.

I gave the good scroll a kick.

So I'm to be packaged up and ready to be shipped off like some object... FINE.

Now to wait until they come for me knowing them will be real soon.

2009-06-12T21:23:00.000-07:00

I heard him coming up the side of the mountain but I closed my eyes and folded my arms. After the door open and closed and a few light steps were heard there was nothing. I knew he was standing in front of me probably looking down at me with a dissappointing look in his eyes.

"That was rude you know."

I opened one eye and confirmed what I thought before I closed my eye. "Whatever."

He kicked my foot, "You're going to apologize... tonight."

I opened my eyes and glared at him, "No." The collar started to constrict my airways and I grabbed it hard holding it from my neck in a vain vain effort. "Your own brother holy hell!" After falling on the ground he knelt beside me staring down at me with a pensive gaze.

"What's wrong with you Chronos, you're not like this. You were raised to take orders not talk back." He put a hand on my forehead, "You still have a fever I thought Doctor Mason took care of it before he left."

I hung my head and let out a sigh, "Did the test results come back yet?"

"Tensai is still working on it, your black blood has traces of white blood so I don't doubt you're my brother. But you're still sick aren't you?"

I nodded my head, "Doctor Mason said I needed to gather soul energy. The astral wasn't enough."

"What else are you keeping from me?"

"I am not hungry anymore, I think I ate a rabbit last week. I yelled at Tensai the other day."

"Oh but she beat you senseless over it." He grinned.

Yes she did and it hurt to boot. He clicked his tongue and stood up walking over to the door of the small church. I didn't like it when Lunar didn't say anything that meant he knew something. I sat up and practically crawled over to him. "What, Lunar you know something what is it?"

He looked down at me, "Its only going to get worse, Darien was right in one aspect but... "

"But what!?!"

"I'll have to send you away for awhile." He thought for a moment putting a hand to his chin in deep thought.

"Damn it Lunar what is it?"

"You're in heat brother."

2009-05-24T01:14:00.000-07:00

"She wanted to... WHAT!?!"

I saw the edges of his lips twitch upwards as he leaned back in his seat with an amused smug look on his face. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks and slapped my hands over my face. "I... when did women become so.... brazen?"

"You're new to Steelhead, that proposal is nothing." He crossed his legs and began to inspect something behind a long nail.

I closed my eyes and placed a hand over the collar around my neck. "Maeglin Eledhwen Súrion." When I called him by his name in his native tongue he looked up at me. "Why am I alive?"

"Because you have to be."

"No, you revived me seven times."

He stared at me cocking his head to the side slightly.

That's right... this Lunar only saved my life twice and I had to smile at his confusion remembering something that happened long ago... or long ahead.

This time, plane of existence was still new to me. The last time I 'lived' here was about the 1930's, when I was hornless and been sealed away by the order.

It had been the time she unsealed me and I was with her... and lost her.

We had died, so I thought. My body should have crumbled away but instead I was 'awoken' by Lunar, the future Lunar.

'Wha... wait... I'm not dead?' I looked down to my small hands noting I was still in my childlike form. It was then I noticed my surroundings, I was in some sort of... cellar with a single light over the steel table I had been resting on.

I wasn't alone, there was someone standing a few feet from me staring at me holding a thick syringe with some green thick liquid inside. He took a step into the light and I gasped, he looked... like me, a blue green eyed... me. But he had long stark white hair... just like Aion, the mortal enemy I had killed... we had killed.

I flew backwards in an attempt to defend myself but my body didn't cooperate and I ended up on my back instead taking the surgical table to the floor as well.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I am not Aion." He whispered.

"How did you... ?"

A sad look came into his eyes and he tilted his head downwards casting a shadow to his features, "I once knew this doctor, that was a long time ago. I have been saving this for you."

The thought made me sigh in relief but if I was alive... I was about to ask about her when he shook his head.

"She was mortal." He put the syringe away in a suitcase and closed it.

"I should have died! It was important to me!" I made a promise to her, my life would not extend beyond hers.

"You did die so your promise is kept."

I shut my mouth wondering how he knew about that.

The man took a step forward this time into the full light and I stared at his features, he wasn't a pursuer, he wasn't a sinner... he wasn't even a demon but he was no human there was a hint of strong magic I could tell he had a different form. Over his trench coat he carried a long chain with a pocket watch on it that was running backwards.

Was this... another soul watch?

"Who are you?"

"You are given an option, you may end your life, or you can begin another." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a heavy pocket watch with clamps holding its side together.

It was mine, hers. I stood up on wobbly legs and grabbed it out of his hands. I didn't know him, he shouldn't be touching this! "Why are you doing this?"

"I too have a promise."

I was confused and he didn't elaborate. He just stood there staring down at me.

"Consider this my gift to you." He raised a hand and touched my forehead with a finger. Instantly I felt a surge of astral flood into me to such a degree it felt as though a light had hit every vein in my being. This astral felt different, magnified from the astral that my horns collected, suddenly I felt something unlock... hidden deep inside. I felt... life, not just the life from the vein of humans but life from... the earth? What did this mean?

Just as it came it went as he retracted his hand. I stood dizzily before leaning over the upturned table as my body began to grow into its true form. Wings protruded and began to flap about hitting the wall wildly before drooping tiredly to the ground.

My hand went over my heart and I looked up to the man who stood before me. A prominent crescent moon stood clear from the middle of his forehead. "What are you?"

"You have met me before, six times."

Six times? He smiled at my confusion before turning around, putting a fedora on his head and opening the door to the cellar walking out leaving the door open for me...

"What now?"

"Chronos." Lunar muttered, "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." I lied and he probably knew it.

He shrugged as he stood up, "They Order is on me again."

Ugh I hated those nuns at times, "What do they want this time?"

"For me to prove you're my brother for me to keep you."

"Half brother. Anyway why bother you don't believe it yourself."

"Well I asked Tensai to find a connection, they want more than looks as hard evidence. I too can change forms remember?" He smiled and reached out ruffing my hair between my horns, "Don't worry I won't let them take you away again."

I batted his hands away, "Yeah yeah, stop that already. Aren't you younger than me anyway?"

"Time doesn't exist for you so how do you know." He held up the pocket watch that ran backwards and I stared at the thing remembering the 'first' time I saw him with it. "Tomorrow Tensai is going to take a sample of your blood so behave for her."

"okay..." I muttered feeling very tired. "What's wrong with the collar, I'm tired again."

"Talk to Tensai about it, she created it to control your astral since you're horns are bigger than before." He reached up tugging at the right horn, "Why do you mask your true form?"

"To look more normal, if I really try I can get rid of the horns altogether but it takes a lot of astral to hold up that facade."

"Well that's why you're tired, you're using a strong mask."

"Maybe I should revert to the form that takes less astral, but I look like a child. Hey they wont want to bite my ass if I did that."

"But they'd pinch your cheeks instead."

I sighed hard.

"Do not worry you fit in just fine." He gave me a smile again and I saw that sad look in his eyes before leaving. I sat back on his couch and looked into the fire. It was Doctor Timeless' fault for leaving me here in the past. I could put myself in stasis but... I would want to wake up before she died again just to see her again and it would be dangerous.

Suddenly everything became too difficult and I was tired. I laid on the couch and shut my eyes, I could go home but I was tired and Lunar's couch was soft. Maybe I should eat his new owl, I heard she pooped on Lunar's desk and he wasn't happy with her.

Yes... I'll eat her.

And with the thought of my next unauthorized snack I drifted off to sleep.

2009-05-15T00:55:00.000-07:00

I stayed away mostly because Tensai seemed pretty pissed off.

I leaned over the pediment looking down as she exited the grand doors of city hall stomping so heavily that I could feel the ground shaking with her wrath, her aura lit up like a bon fire in her anger.

I ducked as she bent over, picked up a rock and threw it towards the Europan Consulate missing it completely of course but that was her intended pathway for the stone. After seething she pressed something on her wristband and the blinding lights of her teleporter flooded the street as the rings loudly enveloped her. I raised a hand to cover my eyes and after a moment she and the noise disappeared.

I slipped off the stone statue I was holding onto and ducked into the city hall climbing slowly to the upstairs office. His long white hair draped around him as he seemed almost asleep on the couch in front of the crackling fireplace with a long fuzzy white pelt surrounding him. One blue green eye opened before it stared at me and closed again. "You heard even while you were away?"

"My ears are long enough." He muttered.

"I know its not my business...." I had heard of the odd happenings in town, a clone of sorts came in or something and everyone was upset.... or something. I just froze myself in stasis and slept for awhile not having much to do unless my brother was home.

I would hate to be left alone in town then I would have to deal with... that woman and her sword. I growled unknowingly because Lunar was staring at me with a single eyebrow arched. "Sorry."

"Its not worth my time to explain it and not worth your time to hear it." He stated as a matter of factly. "Besides... its all my fault."

I frowned not liking the words he was saying. I knew of someone like Lunar, my previous contractor... always taking the damn blame for things. "How is this your fault? Please elaborate for me because I have shit for brains."

"I don't really know." He smiled it being obviously forced, "But I am to blame and I would rather take that blame then fight it and drive a rift here."

I could have beaten him his own damn leg... "You're a fucking idiot!"

"Perhaps."

I seethed in anger, the collar around my neck aching madly ready to break and unleash the destructive force inside. When my knees hit the ground I gulped in much needed air. My face met the ground and I felt dizzy and very tired.

"The more you fight it, the more it takes." He calmly stated.

His calm demeanor pissed me off more than the fucking collar. "How long have you subdued yourself dumbass?" I watched him fold his legs and look out the window reaching up slightly to play with the ring on the collar of his neck.

"You traveled a lot didn't you, in the past. You followed your fathers footsteps, you wanted to see what he was up to when he was alive." He looked down at me, a little red bleeding into his eyes.

"What did you call yourself back then, when you traveled in Japan?"

He stood up, glaring down at me from the edge of his nose. Calm facade my ass. Lunar just walked away leaving me there on the ground. Before he reached the elevator door I muttered a name he probably had not heard in a very long time. "Sesshoumaru."

He stilled for a moment before leaving me alone altogether.

"So you have unsealed your demon self before." I laughed hard for no reason before I ran out of air to breathe again. I was lying on something soft and felt the bear pelt underneath me. I don't know why I like to push Lunar on edge I just do it. Maybe its because he's family and not like the others.

I came from a place where we lived in a hive collective. We were all brothers and sisters and through the power of astral were able to absorb thoughts and feelings of others. It was like a giant family without being related, 'she' was all our mothers... that fallen angel. Sometimes I miss that place, the hearts of man is erratic and cruel.

I think I annoy Lunar sometimes but he doesn't understand where I came from, I need that connection. But maybe he does and that's why he brought me here.

This isn't so bad... I dragged myself out of the office, wings drooped entirely as I caught scent of apple pie. I like pie and they always let me have a slice. Maybe he was right to chose the more difficult path, this place was kind of nice.

2009-05-08T22:43:00.000-07:00

It was fun to poke this thing.

The brass device chimed every time I touched it and the sound was rather soothing in comparison to the other sounds out there even those unheard.

"Am I annoying you?" I asked but received no answer. Well if I didn't annoy him his silence certainly annoyed me. Lunar was probably the only soul in the universe that I could not hear.

No I can hear his words just fine I just can't hear his 'thoughts.' Everyone broadcasts thoughts, it is all around us like the astral I take my energies from. I hear so many sometimes I prefer to freeze myself in stasis and just sleep for awhile. Now with the damn ears I can hear spoken words just as much as the unspoken ones... all except Lunar's.

He was busy writing something so I craned my neck and started to read. They were orders for materials that seemed to be some large scale project. The only reason I knew it was for a dam was the letterhead said 'The Damn Dam Project.'

"Tensai needs that much C4?" That wasn't a requisition that was an arsenal.

He finally set aside his quill and looked up at me. His skin in some parts were cracking. Odd I hadn't seen this before.

"I overstock." He grinned and I watched the normal looking skin flake away from the corners of his mouth. His smile faded and he stood up turning his back to me favoring to look into the fire for a few more silent minutes.

"What's happening to you?" It was the rather large elephant in the room and I had to ask.

"A repercussion of binding myself to the moon." I looked down at my own hands and noticed no change. "No... you wouldn't have that problem." He didn't turn around and after a few minutes I was about to go to sleep when he spoke again.

"I need you to take that to Steeltopia to Emperor Cobra directly, don't bother speaking to anyone else. Fly in his window if you have to."

"I wanted to be here for the trial." I eyed his back and glared, "You're not sending me away so I can't be here for that are you... master?" I hissed the last part out.

He sighed and looked over his shoulder, "He would know my owl as she used to be our direct form of mail to each other but you ate her."

"I thought she was food. Wait a minute, I'm your replacement owl?"

"Yes, unless you think its beneath you."

I thought about it for a minute and shrugged a shoulder. I am out of stasis, the Magdalene Order doesn't have me leashed in some damp basement to be used as target practice to the sister trainees... so why not?

"Or you could stay here all the time and let Tensai experiment on you."

That was a threat. He must have really liked that owl. I grabbed the paper and rolled it up. "I'm staying for the trial, then I'll go."

As I walked to the elevator I heard him laughing very softly.

I unrolled the paper and read it a bit knowing the C4 was not just an overkill for the job but a present for his crazy wife. "Heh, sucker." I wanted to smile but I just couldn't.

'I thought you were dead.' Sister Kate's voice was none to harsh when she last saw me. 'You are not welcome here demon.'

'I just want to stay here for awhile longer. I don't care what you do to me.'

Why did I return to that place after I was revived?

Better yet, why did he revive me?

Lunar has still never answered that one.

I looked up to the top floor windows of the town hall to see a shadow looking down at me. She once told me there was a reason for everything, that we were supposed to meet... that our lives are not some random act of nature but a detailed plan of Him.

But I am a demon I shouldn't fall under those lines... should I?

2009-04-27T01:41:00.000-07:00

I had once believed there was time to do things, after all... I could stop time, bend time, will and manipulate time.

When my horns were cut off and I could no longer collect the astral to keep me alive time slipped through my own fingers. There was a way to stay alive in this linear realm and that was by taking the time of others.

So I stayed in this perpetual linear life, wandering... stealing life from others. What can I say, I am a demon. That changed when I met her... and now she is not here... her life was cut and what hurts me is she willingly gave it up with no regrets.

The train whistle blows, a proper English mother with her daughter steps into the train takes a look at me and hurries her child to somewhere else. I simply look away not caring about their thoughts or actions.

'Fools' If I wished them dead they would never have even seen him before they met their god.

I tugged at the collar around my neck, the binding I willingly placed myself as punishment of my past transgressions. Though now it served another purpose than being an object of reliquary.

Again I looked at the scroll in my hand, sent to me by a delicious owl.

I wondered at its meaning. 'Return.' it simply read and the commanding handwriting could only be that of the master of the house.

No more hiding? no, I was tired of hiding. I hid as a jaeger, I hid among the fey but my demonic nature was not something one can simply erase.

I am a monster, a nightmare, that woman was right to sit far away and take her daughter with her. With the regeneration of my horns thanks to the master I have no need to hide. I am not constrained by time anymore... and most importantly... no more will anyone have to suffer because of me.

Though it is difficult to control this body because of the horns, I feel I need to keep myself in suspended animation, stop my own time until I am needed far away from everyone.

At one time before my horns were restored I traveled with a time lord amused by his ability to use time to his advantage. His name was even more amusing to me, Timeless.

But after I was whole again, he saw what sort of being I was... dangerous to even his existence.

It was sad to leave as he was the closest thing I had to a friend.

But I had a brother.

The train slowed and I stood up hitting my head on the top of the train compartment rather soundly before I ducked cursing a bit through my teeth. I stepped off the train and I knew the humans inside let out a collective sigh though the sight of the one waiting for me caused a few more distress as they were shuffling around, and pretending not to notice someone who literally glowed, had white hair and ears longer than mine own and eminated a powerful aura. Let them leave, still pretending demons and other creatures of magica do not exist to their tiny homes and repetitive lives.

My escort turned away from me walking down the stairs to the streets without a word. "Not even a 'hello' master?" I sarcastically called out. Even I had to run to catch up with his long strides. "I thought I was to stay away."

"You ate my owl."

Well, yes I was hungry. The damn thing woke me up so I ate it. "You're stalling." He stopped suddenly and I waited.

"Your ears." He muttered softly not bothering to look back.

"Yes, soemthing I have to live with now." I touched the now very long ears that protruded from my hair. They were very sensitive to the touch and I decided I don't like them. It makes me hear things, quite literally from a legion away and the humans talk too damn much. How the hell Lunar could have ears three times mine and not go crazy was beyond me.

I realizing why he may have called for me, there was something about the way he smelled, something not right with him. "Your demon blood wakes brother." I stilled when he looked over his shoulder and coldly stared back at me, pinpricks of red hinting along the edges of blue green.

It was then I noticed the collar quite similar to my own and understood my returning. Time to train.