based on this ask on my tumblr blog:

can i ask for a crackfic about Caleb mysteriously coming back to life just for the sole reason of giving the four boys a very terrifying shovel talk? focus more on Raf and Sy pls if it's no trouble

The moon shines brightly into his bedroom through the glass dome that covers the whole space of the bedroom. Rafayel is wide awake, his messed up sleep schedule makes it impossible once again to sleep together with his beloved bride. Resting on his side, head propped up on one hand the painter watches her sleep. The love of his life dreaming and tossing around in her sleep, disrupted by some adorable snorts here and there as he just stares at her with love-drunk eyes and desperate longing.

Finally, after all these years she's back at his side, back in his bed, and forever in his heart, body, and soul. He couldn't be happier in this moment as a strange sound startles him up. There are auspicious rumblings in the neighboring part of his estate.

High on alert he sneaks out of the proximity of his beloved and on bare feet, only dressed in his pajamas he sneaks quietly into his atelier.

There's a human shadow lingering between his painting and art stuff. With a quick flick of his wrist, Rafayel summons his dagger into his hand and holds it at the height of his shoulder. Elbow towards the intruder he creeps onto the back of his enemy.

With a last jump he intends to pin the manly shadow down to the floor but he falls straight through it and catches his body last second before his nose makes a hurtful greeting with the wooden floor.

"What the? Did you just try to stab me?" comes a male exasperated voice, yelling in the dark.

With an elegant roll to the side and swift hurling to the feet, Rafayel faces the strange intruder again. With a flick of his wrist, some candles burn up, diving the large room in some shaky warm light.

"God damn. There am I back for once only to be stabbed again. Did you know how much I had to bribe that old man that I could be back for one night? Show some respect dude!" the unknown figure laments.

The Lemurian stares at the wobbling half-transparent figure for a second before gathering his senses. He knows this guy but he should be dead, burned to ashes in the house where his beloved once lived.

Showing a relaxed stance he snaps his dagger back with a flick of his wrist. "How would I know that the ghost of her dead brother would pay a visit? You know you are dead, right?" Rafayel scrutinizes the ghost for a few seconds. Yep, looks like a ghost.

"I know I know." Caleb just waves his hand dismissively. "I'm here as the ghost of Christmas or somewhat." the brown-haired rolls his eyes before taking a step closer and scrutinizing the painter's face. "You're not just a mere painter, are you?"

Not giving him an answer Rafayel turns his back to the ghost. "Whatever you want to believe, I don't care." he strolls around to check if his paintings are still in their place. "And Whatever you want, weirdo, don't insist that I'm listening." he waves his hand to dismiss the brown-haired man like a mere insect that bothers him.

"You better do, jellyfish!" Caleb quickly cuts his path. "I came all the way here to warn you. If you ever hurt her, better sleep with one eye open."

Rafayel only snorts at this, throwing Caleb only a brief side-eye. "Yeah, sure, ghosty. Is this to impress me somehow?"

And after a second hesitation, Rafayel adds "I waited far too long to make her mine again to mess this up. So you came to the wrong place to play Big Brother. And now getting back from wherever you came from, I need to work."

"Whoa whoa, you're rude man!" gasps Caleb as he floats closer to the painter. "Listen, you little shit. I don't know what she finds about you but I swear by everything that's important for me: If you break the heart of my pipsqueak you gonna regret it!" and with that he vanishes with an audible 'Plopp'

Rafayel turns around again, staring at the spot where Caleb was just seconds ago. "If I ever hurt her, you have my permission to kill me right on the spot..." he whispers, not knowing if that ghost even heard him.

Sylus sits at his desk, scrolling through his phone, answering e-mails, checking if some online auctions are interesting for him or what else goes on in his dark world.

Mephisto resting on his golden porch, grooming the few of his real feathers with his dark beak and watching his master with his ruby eyes.

The hearth in the open spaces room is crackling, filling the room with a soothing atmosphere.

Everything is serene and peaceful.

Really everything?

A sudden howling wavers through the spacious room, filling the air with creepy sounds and Sylus feels the energy in the room shifting, changing into something more... Substantial.

Unfazed but curious he looks up, scanning the room with his sharp gem-like eyes, stabbing the darkness to search for something unusual.

And there it is, subtle at first, a transparent wavering in the air like hot air above a dune in the desert. Then a barely audible 'Plopp' and the heat waves turn into a 6-foot-tall man with brown hair and eyes that shine with pink hues in the living light of the hearth fire.

These unique eyes lock onto Sylus's sitting figure and the young man starts speaking:

"Boo!" and lifts his hand in a gesture that should be terrifying. At least that's what Sylus thinks.

"If this is meant to be creepy, I had to disappoint you." he lifts his hand and with a single move of his fingers a black and red mist gathers around the men, capturing him successfully in rope-like shackles.

"Whoa! What are you doing? And why is it working in the first place?" the intruder yells surprised and Sylus just smirks at his confusion.

"First rule if you want to ambush me: don't underestimate me or my powers." before he gets serious "What do you want? I thought you were dead. Caleb, was it?"

The prisoner squirms and tries to get out of his precarious state but to no avail, the shackles of Sylus Evold holding him secure in its hold.

"Speak." the voice of Onychinus's leader is now cold and impatient.

"Can you relax for a moment? I'm just a ghost!" Caleb throws at him, stopping his attempt to break free. "I'm here because pipsqeuak. Christmas allowed me to come back for one night and I wanted to be sure that her boyfriend is a good man."

Now Sylus is the surprised one. With a raised eyebrow and a subtle smirk, he answers his otherworldly visitor "A good man, huh?" emphasizing the second word as it's an insult to him.

Rising from his chair and walking around to Caleb who's watching him carefully, Sylis stops before him, looking a bit down and grinning again.

"I'm not a good man. But rest assured, I'm taking perfect care of what is mine."

Caleb stares back, trying to comprehend what the intimidating figure of the white-haired man before him is hinting at. "And if she doesn't want to be yours anymore?"

Now Sylus smirks deepens "If I'll let this happen, she's free to go." and with that, he turns around and walks back to his desk. Not spending another glance at his visitor he adds "Is that all or do you want to spook around here any longer? This is getting boring."

Caleb squints at him one last time before gaining his carefree grin back "I see. You're a tough cookie. But if you'll break her heart I'll come back and break something in you." and with that all that is left after another 'plop' is the red mist that now resolves into fine particles.

"No need for that..." Sylus whispers into the again silent room. "I'm ripping my heart off if  I'm ever going to hurt her."