Taken

|Chapter Four|

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Anywhore, ONWARDS!!!

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|Arthur's POV|

Rune enchanted chains snaked around my arms and restricted my movements while hands took hold of me, pushing me down to the grass covered ground as I struggled against them. The sounds of multiple footfalls reverberate around me as my heart thrums hard within my chest. Anxiety rose and claimed my mind as I lifted my head from the ground, only to find the love of my life fighting against the foreign hands that grab, push and pull at her.

"You bastards! Let go of her—" Pain exploded throughout my head as it snapped to the side sharply. My mind goes blank as my ears rung, vision darkening before refocusing.

"Our orders are to bring them back alive! Why would you—"

"He isn't dead, you lunatic. Look at him."

The two baritone voices fell silent as the vertebrae that made up my neck resituated. Sharp snaps and cracks could be heard as the bones shift back into place. I could practically hear the cringes and winces as my head snapped back into place painfully.

"See? He is one of the last carriers remember? He can't die, even if Lord Kezess commanded it." The voice comes again as I glare up at him. I could feel mana slowly being sucked away from my core as the enchanted chains consumed my power, making me feel weak.

"Art! Just stay down, I'm okay." Her voice rang in the cold night air with concern dripping from her tone. She sounded breathless, most likely from trying to fight off the archangels.

"Don't worry. Your punishment has yet to come, boy."

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My heavy eyelids open slowly, brows furrowed in confusion at the weight on my body. As my vision focuses, so does my surroundings and the outline of the source of the weight on my smaller form. Worried emerald eyes are the first thing I see as I completely come to, silver tress being the second as it tickles my nose.

"Art? Are you okay?? Why are you crying???" Her soft, childishly sweet voice enters my ears as I stare up at her for a moment. I savored the sight above me, and I could feel my abilities pulse within my chest. I shoved the feeling down, internally grimacing at the prospect of committing such a heinous crime to a child. Being the kind of demon that I am, it was to be expected.

In my parents and the word of my people, I am what they referred to as a "Carrier".

A being that houses the abilities of its 'kind'. In other terms, I can tap into the abilities of every single last kind of demon within existence. I am one of the only known demons to have a greatest deal of influence over aether. Which makes me a direct threat to the rulers of the heavens.

And the most questionable ability I have?

To tap into the lust and desires of others and control them. The abilities of an Incubus. Creatures that are damned with the Sin of Lust.