His Emerald Eyes

Sanctuary

'Thoughts'

"Speech"

"Singing"

Recap

"I wish you boys luck," Naamah says as she slams the door closed. The limousine then sprouts a pair of white leather bat wings before proceeding to take off into the sky.

A shifting under him reminds Tom that he is still on top of his friend. Clambering off of him to his feet Tom takes in the familiar surroundings. It doesn't take Tom's emerald eyes long to land on the mansion standing before them.

'I'm finally home.'

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Tom wastes no time gawking as he marches towards the house, every few steps he has to stop himself from breaking off in a sprint. Melchom follows behind him at a slightly slower pace. His head already bowed and his pyrite eyes sharp with concentration, mentally preparing himself for facing a temperamental, territorial demon lord.

What seems like an eternity later for Tom, but all too short for Melchom, they reach the front door. Barely able to contain his excitement Tom pounds his fist on the door, pulling his hand back Tom bounces on the soul of his feet as he waits for the door to open. Out of the corner of his eye, Tom can see that Melchom has taken a few steps back, his head hanging low and slightly to the left to expose his neck, his arms hanging limply by his side, shoulders hunched in on themselves as he tries to make himself seem smaller. This site briefly stamps down on Tom's joy of returning home. That joy returns when the door creeks open.

Heart pounding in his chest Tom vibrates where he stands as the door swings open, revealing his Master in all his demonic glory.

"MASTER!" Tom shouts as he launches himself at the demon. Large muscular crimson arms catch him and pull him close. Instinctually Tom wraps his legs around Clauneck's waist, the arms holding him up tighten. Tom relishes in the warmth seeping into his very bones as he plasters himself against the demon. His head buries in the crook of his master's neck. Tears of pure joy escape his eyes and form a wet spot on his master's shoulder.

"Mas-ter, I-I," Tom tries to speak, tries to say how much he missed Clauneck, but words fail him. A large hand comes up and cradles the back of his head.

"Shhh, shh, I know, Bright Eyes, I know."

The nickname sets Tom off with a new wave of tears, a watery smile consumes his lips as he nuzzles his face into the warm inferno that is his master. 

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~A Few Minutes Earlier~

Clauneck sits in the living room of his house waiting. He has just gotten out of the shower four minutes ago. Mainly he just rinsed off all the grime and dried blood that clung to his body these past few days. The boiling hot water felt nice on his thick skin and helped loosen the cramped muscles that were causing him so much pain but not by much.

Suddenly Clauneck's instincts roar to life screaming at him DANGER! INTRUDER! CHALLENGER! DANGER! Automatically his wings flare up behind him, his black nails grow to two-inch talons, his jaw protruding an inch from his face as his fangs lengthen. But just as suddenly as the feeling appeared, they stop.

'Naamah must have arrived and dropped Tom off before leaving my territory.'

Heaving himself off the couch Clauneck straightens up as best he can. Slowly he walks to the front door where he knows Tom will arrive. Each footfall threatens to bring him crashing to the floor. But this time something else is battling against the pain in order to keep him moving. Inside his chest, the blazing inferno that is his heart is sending out weak waves of heat through this body. Each wave helps ease the pain that is shooting through his body.