~ Believe you can, and you're halfway there. ~

- Theodore Roosevelt.

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Faith:

"-- Again."

A punch came in contact with my face. I charged forward inspired by it.

"-- Again."

I gritt my teeth and grabbed the object tighter, swinging forward. The opponent grabbed it and yanked it forward, which made me stumble. I widened my eyes but in nick of time embraced myself, yanking my weapon and striking it forward. I hit the spot-- knowing to brace myself.

"Again." Mentor Ugan said, I saw it coming behind.

I took tight grib of the wooden stick in my hands, using it as a leverage and an advantage to jump high. My boot came in contact with the incoming 'robot' trainee, as it noticed my tactic. I knew they were learning of my tactics and used them against me each time. It forced me to get quite creative.

It grabbed my ankle and threw me away, I regained in the air. It was all too familiar by now. This tactic and mentor Ugan's way of teaching me hard and merciless. I slid on the ground to break the speed, until I lunged forward again. I grabbed the stick tighter and aimed to the robot's side, it noted it immediately and tried to unarm me. In nick of time I acted and stopped- hitting it's arm hard to break the connection of his sensors. Then I used the stick as an advantage to slam it down and kick the spot in his chest. The red button which shut them down. It was their heart- the spot mentor Ugan told me of.

I turned to mentor Ugan, looking at him stern. I didn't hesitate on my spot, I had handled each of his training robots. I took the wooden stick and bowed- an act I had realized out of respect for him and as such noting I was ready. He nodded to himself.

It had been a few days, time had passed fast in the floating island's mercy. It was endless training for me- there wasn't a day that I got to relax. It took quite a few bruices to handle, yet I had learned fast that the vegetation around us had healing powers. The pain taught me wise, but I didn't have to fight broken the next time.

It was almost about time we shifted the training platform. This was the first one and I had passed it. It was a pattern mentor Ugan kept, I had to pass each to grow my strenght and have a hold of my emotions. I felt the imminent growth even if I was uncertain at first. Mentor Ugan was merciless yet I saw why. He had probably done more of these than anyone else, he was at peace all the time. Nothing stressed or unnerved him. He was completely in control of himself.

And he wants the same of me.

"Excellent. You're ready for the phase 2." Mentor Ugan undid the training walls around me with the swing of his hand, allowing me to step out. I stretched my arms a bit, jumping down from the platform. I put the wooden stick down and followed after him towards a much bigger stadium. I could feel getting a little nervous. "This will test your fighting tactics like the first one did, but unexpected situations added to it. Remain vigilant and focus, don't allow your emotions take control."

He stopped in front of the stadium's control panels, looking at me stern. I stopped beside him, looking at the large stadium almost questioning.

"Am I going to loose an arm or what?" I questioned as I grabbed a hold of my hip, I didn't like the way he said his sentence. I didn't get a reply as he turned to the controls, which made me groan and climb onto the stadium. Being mysterious as always, I see? Or just a grumpy old but. I took a great distance to stand in the middle of the arena, noticing the walls. "Glad Al isn't here to see my ass whooping..." I said a little to myself, clenching my hands into fists to be prepared.

Alchadar had gone out on a patrol a day ago. The Demon had yet returned, and it made me slightly anxious yet I knew it must've pained him to just stay still. After all he didn't have much to do around here and decided to be of use and asked me would it be okay. I had agreed quickly, I wanted him to not get rusty and roam around freely. I was safe here, I could trust Avatar and mentor Ugan with my life. They were powerful beings.

The mindlink isn't alarming me of anything either.

He's been calm and collected the entire time. Almost as if having fun while doing something.

I noticed a sudden wind blow in the stadium. My body became rigid as I prepared for what was about to come, noticing a sudden image inflict from the projectile above me. It created something on the ground before me- a holoform? I was left questioning. Until before me stood two Angels.

My eyes widened when I recognized them immediately.

"Mom? Dad?" I managed to rasp, their angelic forms just stood there looking at me. Their faces were soft as ever. My Dad had his arm strapped around my Mom's shoulder, both of them in their angelic forms. White wings embedded deep to their backs and the Angel's insignia rested on their foreheads. I shuddered. I almost gave in to the shock and allowed myself to crumble apart. Then I shut my eyes close, growling. I glared at Ugan. "What's this training? Why're you showing me this?"

They're not real...

No matter how you want it to see.

"Lailah, run-!"

Mentor Ugan didn't get to answer as I heard my Dad yell out suddenly, I turned quickly of the commotion. A sudden beast of hell had emerged on to the platform as well- and it was charging at my parents. I gasped as my mother ran away, my Dad grabbed his blade and begun to fight the thing. I flinched, my body acting on it's own. I had to help. I had to help them.

"Dad!" I called out, it was crazy I know it. But the tinyest part of me wanted them to hear me. Was this true? Or was this an image just shown to me? I gritt my teeth and jumped on the beast's back, running up his torso all the way up. Then with a quick motion I grabbed a hold of his horn and kicked the side of his face-- noticing the damage it caused to it. And then I realized I could touch it. I could hurt it. This thing was real. "Whoa-!"

I was thrown through the air, but managed to embrace to the wall behind me. My feet landed on it perfect as I jumped forward, trying to grab my blade from my waist. Only to realize I didn't have any weapons on. I widened my eyes in the air- a frustrated sigh leaving my throat.

"Oh, yes. I forgot." Mentor Ugan suddenly said, I snapped my head shocked in his direction. The old butt face looked almost apologetic. That geezer!

"Really!?" I groaned, noticing I was close to the mighty tall Beast from hell. It swung his giant fists down at my body, I yelped once I barely managed to skid to a stop before him. I noticed my Dad standing there, looking at me. I gritt my teeth and grabbed the blade resting in his hands- I could touch him. I could touch them. I bit my lip to snap out of it- I had to focus. There was a much bigger trouble. "Eat this!"

The Beast was about to charge down at me and fire lava from his mouth. I struck the blade clean through his jaw and brain, standing there of the sudden shaking of the ground. I stood my ground, noticing the moveless Beast. I drawned the blade back and jumped to shelter, as the Beast's body slumped down dead. I took in a deep breath. I had done it.

"Faith?"

My eyes widened for a slight moment as I snapped my head up, seeing my mom and dad looking at me. Both of them had wide smiles on their faces as they nodded. It made me smile back sad, I knew they weren't there. It was an image made by the projectile, yet they looked so alive and standing there, okay. It made a small tear roll down my cheek as I wiped it away, nodding to them.

And then, their forms suddenly turned to a white dust. I turned my head towards mentor Ugan, his mind wondering.

"Did I pass?" I asked, crossing my arms sternly on my chest. The blade was still resting in my hand? It didn't matter... it was when mentor Ugan shook his head.

"It has only begun, little one." He said and stepped a little back. I was a little hesitant until I heard the projectile bring an image of someone else, I turned around slowly.

I widened my eyes slightly to notice five very familiar faces to me. The Alpha team. Praxina, Armen, Chris, Ben and Alchadar looking straight at me. It show them exactly as they were, Praxina in Chris' throat and Armen and Ben laughing in the background. Alchadar remained out of it as always, yet ready to cut them off in case anything happened. A familiar feeling set in me as I smiled at the sceen, I had missed this for the past couple of days. I had missed all of them.

"I'll kill you-!" Praxina growled, twitching Chris' arm behind his back. It made the Slayer turn red.

"Ahh, stop! Stop!" Chris howled out and tapped the ground on his knees, it was always amazing how the frail Elf princess made him fall to his knees. Their size difference quite crucial. Armen and Ben laughed in the background, enjoying the humiliation of the Slayer. Even though it meant nothing bad, it was probably because he had again done something and earned it.

"Quit whining like a little boy, Slayer." Armen tempted, Ben nudged his side.

"Oi, let him catch his breath. Poor guy's turning into a thermometer." Ben put a hand on Praxina's shoulder, the Elf concidered his offer and suddenly let go. Chris brought his arm to his lap and sat on his knees, glaring at her. "Better?"

"As soon as I return the flavour-!" Chris lunged up on his feet and earned Praxina to yelp loud, dodging to run behind Alchadar's back. The Demon looked almost amused at Chris before him teasing the Elf behind him, raising an eyebrow questioninably.

"Chris, haven't we talked about this?" Alchdar asked, I could feel a laugh erupt from my throat as I grabbed a hold of my hips. It was indeed an amusing situation. And it made me feel home all of a sudden. It made me think for a moment, had they became so close to me already? This neverending nagging between all of them was like music to my ears? When had that happened?

"Just one tiny pinch, please?" Chris begged the Demon, holding his hands together as he got on his knees. The plead very loud. Alchadar almost questioned but Praxina giggled malicious behind him- almost sure it wouldn't happen. And the inevitable happened as Alchadar moved from his spot- which froze the Elf suddenly. Out of pure menace no doubt. "Gotcha."

Chris grabbed Praxina and tackled her below him, pinching her arm. The Elf groaned and bit his hand, earning a loud yell. I couldn't help laughing with Ben and Armen, I could notice Alchadar smile devilishly as well. Damn, they were like fighting siblings all the time.

I do miss them...

And then-- the image turned suddenly from a cozy cottage of ours to a rumble of destruction and fire. It took me a moment to notice the sudden atmostphere change as I looked around the aftermath of war and destruction, dead bodies laid everywhere. I froze as I stepped on a corpse near me, it was an Elf male. Horrified, I noticed the castle's ruins before me. Was this the Demon's kingdom? Had this happened before? No, had this happened yet?

"-- No-!"

I froze as I heard something clanck against each other and the groans of someone's pain, my eyes turning to the source. I could feel everything in me stop working of the sceen unfolding before me. The definition of aura and evil stood before someone very dear to me, his huge blade sunk deep into my partner's chest. Alchadar's hand were barely holding on of the steel until he spat out blood-- his hearts compromised.

"No...!" I called out, noticing Praxina and Chris lay on the ground not far away. And then Ben and Armen in a rumble of dust, everyone hurt and at the brink of death. I ran forward but stopped when the cause of all this turned to me, it made me froze like a deer in headlights. My tears were streaming down my face as I came to make eye contact with deep black orbs, the outpost none other than King Belial. His face was amused as he turned to me- grabbing a hold of his blade and ripping it out of Alchadar.

My partner groaned in deep pain, yet was unable to move his body. My heart shattered to thousand of pieces of his voice. "Faith... r-run." And then... his amber eyes closed. His hearts failing him. His body turned liveless as he died right before my eyes.

Everything snapped in me. It was like a vein popped open in my brain as I grabbed the blade tight in my hands, running forward as it was my last resort. Tears streamed down my face, he had hit right where it hurt the most. He had hurt my friends. He had hurt my partner. I yelled out the pain coursing through me and jumped up, going to land a very straight hit to King Belial's face. I felt sudden power course through my hands as I put my all to the steel-- it shone very bright.

Before I could slice King Belial's head off-- the image disappeared.

I hit the ground very hard, but regained very quickly of the adrenaline pumping through my veins. My head snapped down to notice the blade disappear in my hand, taking away my power as well doubt. I noticed the destruction start fading before my eyes, my eyes lingered in Alchadar's liveless body until it vanished. And then did everyone else. I was gasping for air and looking at the sand dirt below me, it felt real. It was the realest I've ever felt until now.

Alchadar died before my eyes...

Everyone else were very hurt...

What the hell was that!?

"It would seem you're not ready yet." Sudden footsteps awakened my alarmed self, as I finally oriented to the place and time. I looked to see mentor Ugan approaching me, something hidden deep behind his blue eyes. "The possibility of you breaking out during such a profanity is too great-"

"Profanity!?" I slammed my hands to the ground, wiping every self doubt in me as I stood back on my two feet. I wiped the tears away, getting close to his face. "They were my friends! And they were hurt bad. I watched someone close to me die-!" I glared into his eyes through thick tears, biting my lip for allowing them to surface. His choice of words wasn't flattering and it made me snap. "Sorry if it makes me a little human to have these emotions come up. I don't know how you expected me to react back there, but there was nothing else I would've done. Nothing, if it came to my friends. The outcome would've been totally in the hands of the unknown."

And at that I turned around, choosing to be the bigger person and just shut up. I had said quite much. It was beyond me to understand his reasoning, who wouldn't I be mad at something like that? I gritt my teeth and jumped down from the platform, running into the forest and down a very familiar path. I picked up my pace, trying to swallow down the tears trying to come up.

The mountain was in my view, as I picked up my pace.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

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"Hey."

I rose my head up from resting in my hands, noticing the sudden presence approaching me. Alchadar hopped onto the narrow spot resigning in the mountain's side where I was sitting on, slowly noting was I okay with it. I only sighed and nodded, his huge body tried to stand tall. Yet the ceiling said otherwise as his head hit it and he decided to sit beside me.

"Are you okay?" Alchadar begun then, resting his body on his hands behind him. I looked at his calm demeanor in wonder beside me. More or so, the fact he was still there breathing and alive sitting beside me. Asking how was I doing. It pained me to see the image mentor Ugan used on me- it wasn't fair.

"... I don't know." I said, in deep honest. My eyes turned to the view before me which I had stared at the last few hours, the open sky filled a dark night sky full of stars. It was amazing how beautiful it was. And I had been captivated by it. "I don't know will I be able to pass these tests honestly..." I rest my chin on my arms, bringing my knees closer to my chest. I usually never second doubted myself, but there I was. Sulking to my partner.

"... Mentor Ugan mentioned of it," Alchadar said then, looking out to the sky with me. His statement felt odd, I noticed his hand moving to his face. He clipped off his helmet and put it down next to him, sighing. "And said I'd find you here."

I looked up to the sky, wondering.

"Al?"

"Yes?"

"How'd you react if I died?"

The words coming out of my mouth rose some curiosity in me, yet I was scared to meet his gaze. I felt his deep bright amber eyes snap to the back of my head of the question, I figured it might be a harsh question. I had never thought about it, I knew we were partners and a part of something great. Yet if it came down to it that I lost my life in the line of fire, I wanted to know how he'd react. Would it be as sloppy as mine was? I was full on ready to avenge their lives... to avenge his death. It pained me to no end to see his life go out.

Would he be sad to see me go? Happy?

Would he move on as life was?

"... I wouldn't let that happen." Alchadar answered, I narrowed my eyes and finally met his demanding gaze. My question didn't please him and he refused to answer it.

"But what if I did?" I pressed out the word, resting my weight to my right hand as I looked deep into his eyes. Even if I knew he'd probably act unrational and sacrifice himself to save me- there was always the possibility that things won't go the way we plan them.

The Demon shifted on his place, almost frustrated I didn't let go of the topic. Alchadar took in a moment to think about it, and then met my eyes.

"... It would be as if a part of me was ripped away." Alchadar answered, hurt in his eyes. I hesitated for a second under his gaze, shocked. "It would be devastating," My partner tore our look away, looking up at the night sky. "And I would afraid I might not be able to control myself this time."

The words he spoke out held truthness in them, as I slowly brought myself to crawl into a ball again. The warmness in my heart meant his words carved deep in me again. Although it made me sad to think, would he turn into a Ragnarok again? Would he be killing everyone standing in his way? All the way until someone stopped him?

I'm not the only one then...

It's good to know.

"... It's only normal to feel that way, right?" I asked, my face emotionless. "It's a norm to feel that human, right?" I pressed my words, grabbing the side of my face with my hand. I could feel the tears stream down my face again. I could feel a big hand land on my back, Alchadar tried to calm me down. "I watched you die today. I watched the others die today- and I couldn't take it... I lost it." I sobbed, a sad smile spread on my face. The tenseness of his muscles only confirmed that Ugan hadn't mentioned of it, and it made him wonder as he scooted a little closer. Wrapping his arm around my shoulders in reassuring manner. "I can't loose you, Al."

"I'm not going anywhere." Alchadar put his chin on my head, pulling me to his chest. I untangled myself and held onto his arm and chest, crying ugly to his armour. "You if anyone should know it." I could feel the sad smile on his face as he tightened his grip, making me known of his presence even now.

"I know it... it's just," I cried, lifting my head up for a moment to earn his attention. His sad amber eyes looked down at me questionably. "You're not immortal, Al. And I really hope you were because I wouldn't have to worry, yet you can be killed." I could calm myself enough down to stop crying, still strapped pretty tight in his grasp but looked into the distance. To adjust my words better. "And what I saw today made me realize it more clearer. I never want to see you die in the hands of your Father."

Alchadar took in my sudden outburst, wondering. His arm was tense on my shoulders while his amber eyes looked up at the stars. I knew I was right. If I recall correct he had four hearts left of seven, the outcome of loosing them pretty high. Even if I had only one pumping in me, I was more scared of his. He was reckless and arrogant to know he had more room to fight and risk his life, however when he loses more he gets a little weaker each time.

Not such a good combination...

"... Then I guess I'll just have to count on my other half."

I took in the words, eyes snapping up to his. Alchadar smiled wide and looked down at me, nudging my side with his thumb to motion I was staring. I didn't care as I slowly sat on his lap, relaxing into his chest. What had he just said? His other half. Did he concider me as his--?

"... Such high expectations from someone like me." I teased and chuckled, what felt like an eternity he was always there to pull me out of sulking by myself. I wiped the tears from my face and rested my head on his shoulder, comfortable. And the Demon sitting behind me wasn't complaining as he seemed to relax more, arms lazily supported my sides. Always so protective, huh? "... Although, I think I just pissed off my mentor." I pointed out, looking out to the sky shocked. Yep, the words I yelled to his face hadn't gone away.

I'm to get stronger.

To make sure Alchadar doesn't meet the end shown straight to my face.

"I believe he expected it from you." Alchadar chuckled at my statement, looking out to the night sky. It was odd being just the two of us after such a long time traveling with the others. Even if I had missed it much, I still missed the team dynamic as well. They all had grown like pests on me. "Besides, it's part of the training process. It's for the benefit of everyone you think these things by yourself as well."

"... I did manage to use my Holy Light when I went crazy." I suddenly blurted, looking down at my hands amazed. The tension behind me was evident. I could still feel the power course from my body to the steel I was holding-- it was an act during my distress and anger. Even if what mentor Ugan said to me was the complete opposite of how to attain it, I managed to use it for my friends. It was to protect them.

"You did?" Alchadar asked, his head popping to my side as he looked down at my hands as well. I chuckled and pushed his head away, knowing he was teasing me. I couldn't still use it fully. "Then I guess this means that your mentor isn't useless after all." He pointed to me, grinning. I knew he meant all the times I had cursed of the old butt to him.

"Crazy, right?" I laughed and finally scurried to get up from his lap, confidence in me again. I stood on my feet tall and looked out to the sky again, nodding to myself. "I'll finish the training, tonight." I turned to him my face stern, holding out my thumb up. I was so pumped after all the crying and sulking... yet again he was the reason for it. No matter what the situation, Alchadar had became my person. Always talking me out of something. He was my sole rock...

"It's night?" Alchadar said, nodding to the pitch darkness surrounding us. I turned forward almost confused, until I sighed loudly. It was pretty late indeed The old geezer must be sleeping already! "Save your strenght for the morning." He chuckled and slowly begun to get up as well, his body crouched and unknown. My mind going places unknown to me, sudden excitment bulding in my chest to realize what was going on.

... Do it.

Now.

I hesitated, but brushed it away.

With a quick movement, I grabbed his shoulders and dipped in. I landed a quick kiss on his cheek and retreated. The whole Demon had went rigid as he looked at me, confused and puzzled. I laughed yet died down, awkwardly looking away. "It's uh- you know because you're so good at, uh... good night!" I couldn't say anything. My body gave it's consent as I begun to hurry down the narrow path down with a jog, feeling the joy after my stunt.

Finally!

I almost squealed like a little girl as I pumped my feet to continue running down the path towards the temple of God, I was happy. For once in my life-time I managed to do something for the first time for myself. And it was to give appreciation to the Demon I cared about the most. I was finally grasping these feelings in my chest- I had somewhere along the way fallen in love with him. It wasn't just the way he was built or the height difference- it was the whole package. Alchadar's mind, his mysteriousness, the acts of appreciation he did and his protectiveness. It made my heart purl. Some things like the overprotectiveness and the intimidation he used were sometimes too much, but I didn't hate him for it.

He was a gentleman disguised in a Devil's body.

What a catch.

It was there yet again that I hoped he'd think the same of me, calling me his other half. It made me happy and kicking my feet and all, but he never approached me in that mind set. He kept it at a level where it was concidered friendly. Although, he only did it with me. It was odd. But I couldn't get ahead of myself.

-- Or ahead of someone.

I could feel the air brush over me as a shadow catched up to me, a figure skidding to a stop. I froze on my spot as I noticed the black wings attached to my Demon partner's back, as he finally revealed himself. Alchadar held his helmet in his armpit, in so much hurry he didn't get to put it on. Or he didn't intend to- it was almost evident of the dark look his amber eyes were giving down at me.

"Al, I-" I was about to excuse myself, to put it behind us and call it a deal. My mind was a bit crazy and I understood it if he wanted to kill me for this. For he didn't feel the same. That is-- my mind going override since I couldn't tell what this Demon was glaring me down for.

Yet I was shut up quite fast.

Alchadar grabbed a tight hold of my waist with both hands and pulled me into him, closing my anxious lips with his.

I widened my eyes in the embrace, feeling the softness. He was so gentle yet firm, wiping away all the doubt in me. Alchadar had kissed me. He was kissing me. I slowly leaned in and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling his mouth more determined into me. I wanted all of this what was happening. I was immediately drugged, the feeling sent butterflies in my stomach. His lips made me a drug addict.

I yelped as his hands slid to my thigs as he hoisted me up, I wrapped my legs around his torso. His position was uncomfortable of our size difference, and I didn't complain. This way he could stand better and I could get closer. He was a quite tall person, one of the perks being a Demon I see. And me being a dwarf... yeah, I gave consent immediately. I wanted the moment to last forever.

He's... so good.

His lips grazed mine wet as he bit my lip suddenly, which made me halt for a moment. We unattached our lips for a moment, and made eye contact. It only made me realize how breathless I was, as I was trying to catch some air into my lungs. It was such an intimate moment between us as we just held each other there, looking at each other. I saw him in new light, under the moon light and under his lustful look.

God...

Damn.

I was about to speak but Alchadar gave a soft kiss to my forehead, shutting me up.

"I'm glad you finally let me know." Alchadar said, a grin playing his lips. I could feel red flash on my cheeks as I tried to avoid his gaze, tugging a loose hair behind my ear.

"You... you felt the same?" I managed to ask, his amber eyes narrowed amused. I gave him a pointed look. "You're very hard to read, mister. And it felt like a good time as ever- why didn't you tell me?"

"Nothing good comes of rushing things." Alchadar chuckled at my embarassed self, tightening his grip on my thighs. The action made me blush even more as I noticed our settlement, holding a little tighter my arms around him. "I'm glad it happened between the two of us."

I saw his smile, it was true. It would've been impossible with the others. They would've flamed us and teased of it to no end. No way. I smiled back ans cupped his cheek in my hand, admiring his face closer than ever. His amber eyes only made his facial features stronger than ever. The freckles on his cheek were still there, and the steel cutting cheekbones making his look pure strenght and authority. Yes. This was the Alchadar I met on my first day of freedom. He has been with me through all this, and finally it led us here. I was training to awaken my inner power, to help the world by bringing down the Demon Kingdom. His father. Not in my wildest dreams did I think this would happen, however it did.

He has my heart pretty much wrapped around his pinkie...

If only he knew.

"You're handsome." I whispered, running my thumb on his cheekbone. The Demon felt proud of my sayings, until he brought his face forward. Alchadar brushed his nose against mine, chuckling in return.

"You've always been beautiful, Faith." Alchadar said, all the while he rested his forehead to mine. I enjoyed the warmth and lent to his too, noticing the horns almost on the way but his much bigger face was an advantage again. It made me feel odd things. I didn't want to question it as I giggled suddenly, feeling happy.

His words make me happy.

"Such a ladies man." I groaned, in a teasing manner.

"If these more of you then yes." Alchadar said, raising an eyebrow at my statement to generalise all women. I shook my head and cupped his face, giving his lips one teasing last kiss. Even though I took most of it in myself- it was really mesmerizing. I had chosen this Demon as my first kiss, and my first lover. And I couldn't be more happy. "For the love of Satan," He growled to my mouth, biting my lip to make me stop. I grinned as he left my right thigh to grab the hand holding his face as he squeezed it firm. Almost to hold himself back. "You're driving me crazy, woman."

"Good." I said happy, until I begun to squirm in his grip. Alchadar lent me down and I grabbed his hand, starting to lead us towards the temple again. "We need to sleep, now!" It was evident I was distressed no matter the situation, tomorrow still paining my mind.

"Sleep...?" Alchadar asked unsure, pulling my hand to make me stop. I looked at him puzzled.

"Yes, sleep. What're you-?" As soon as I said my words a sudden phenomenon occured to me. Usually after such intimate moments that happened after kisses. In bed. It made my cheeks flash red as I shook my head madly. I wasn't ready yet. No way. I couldn't do it yet! "No. No, no, no." I madly shook my head, it was evident Alchadar was relieved as well of the sigh he made. "I- I meant tomorrow. I'm sorry-!"

"I'm glad." Alchadar only said, a relieved face covering his face. I offered a small smile, it meant everything to me. He wasn't pushing us. Or whatever it was. I could slowly evolve in this relationship- and I wanted it to last. Although... it was very odd. "Let's go then."

"You know..." I begun as we walked past the temple of God, noticing the light candles around the perimeter. Mentor Ugan and Avatar nowhere in sight. They were already sleeping. Nothing but quietness surrounding us. "It must be an odd match." I examined his calloused and large hand attached to mine, all the while looking up at him. His amber eyes wondered my sentence. "An Angel and a Demon. You know, for historific reasons. Sworn enemies? Wow, what a love story." I chuckled, holding his hand tighter.

Yeah...

I hope mom and dad won't come haunting me.

Then again, it's my life and my choice.

And this Demon walking beside me has been the biggest part of it.

"You have a fair point." Alchadar wondered, looking at the shed we were approaching. "I'm glad we don't exactly act by the book then." He grinned, trying to lighten the mood. I laughed at it, nodding immediately. He and I sure seemed to be the rule breakers. He was starting a war against his family, as I was breaking the holy book's pure wisdom of getting involved with a Demon. Hell. What a match.

"I do agree, Al."

I do agree very much.

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Oh! Sorry, it took so long to write this. Hope you enjoy it. A little spice for you guys. ;)

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