The AU

The Beginning of Our Journey - Satan

VI.

We made it through the secret passageway Zoro had lead us to, and now were standing under one of the gates to Bahatí Králové. Barely anyone knew about it, surprisingly. I looked at Zoro, his curly, medium golden and bronze brown hair was messed up. His red cloak stained with blood and dirt,
      "Hey, Zoro?" As he turned to face me I felt like melting,
      "Yeah?"
      "Will Miss Pollux be okay?" I asked, my voice was wobbly but I couldn't help it. When we had crawled through the passageway, the realization of reality had fallen on me. Hell was being raided. His eyes softened for a moment before tensing up.
      "She'll be alright," Zoro paused and I looked up, then he added, "Pollux is one of the most badass people I know."
We shared quiet smiles, then his faded,
      "It's late, and we need shelter."
I nodded, preoccupied by his charm.
Helvede, he was hot and smart.

I followed close behind as Zoro wandered further away from the gates, searching for shelter.
      "Aha!" Zoro cheered, suddenly stopping. Making me bump into him,
      "Sorry."
      "You're all good, you're majesty." He said,
      "So..." I began, wanting to continue conversation, "what'd you find?"
      "Shelter." He pointed to a nearby cave,
      "Will Miss Pollux be able to find us?" an image of my nanny, Pollux, appeared in my head, she had deep brown skin with russet brown eyes and white braids accompanied by her black horns similar to those of a mouflon sheep.
She's like a mother to me, Fanden, I miss her.
      "She'll find us." Zoro tried to reassure me,
      "But how do you know?" I asked, there was a crack in my voice.
      "I just know." Zoro turned to face me, his eyes widening. He pulled me into a hug, probably recognizing the sorrow on my face. I dug my face into his shoulder, His voice whispered into my ear,
      "It'll be alright."

The cave was small, the smallest room in the castle was easily double the size of it. Zoro was rubbing two rocks together, trying to get a fire started and I found myself wondering what his past was like, I soon realized I actually didn't know that much about my therapist.
Not too much later, sparks chipped off the rocks. A flame bloomed to life, purple and blue danced at its tip.
"It's a hot one." Zoro announced, clapping his hands in pride.
"Like you."
A flush of pink washed over his usually sienna toned cheeks, he was cute flustered.
Zoro cleared his throat,
      "So," he began, walking over to sit down by me, "how are you feeling about all of this?"
      "Not good." I responded,
      "And why is that?" I was about to answer, when I remembered my bank account. I was already losing money fast,
      "You better not charge me for this."
Zoro looked away with a smile, by the time he looked back at me, his freckles were hardly visible in the poor lighting, everything washed in purple and orange,
      "What? Me? Never." He grinned,
      "Sure," I said, rolling my eyes.
      "Fine. But really, how are you doing with all of this?" The therapist asked, but continued without waiting for a response,
      "I mean, with your coronation supposed to come up but now..." his voice drowned out as the image of the light purplish-blue demon from earlier flashed into my head, I buried my face in my hands.
  Who was she? Should I bring it up to Zoro?
I shook my head,
  No, he'd think I'm crazy.
       "Hey, you still with me?"
       "Huh?" I blinked, Zoro's face was a mask of concern, "Oh, yeah. Sorry"
       "How about we just get some rest, yeah?" He cupped his hands together, waiting for a response,
       "Yeah."

Valoel Immune
Wind whistles in my ears as I fly threw the battle, wounded soldiers laid to my left and right, below me. I spread out another set of feathered wings, giving me a boost of speed.
Where the fuck is he?
    Goddammit.
Forgive me, Lord.
I catch sight of a mess of wings and blood near the castle's walls.
That better not be who I think it is.
I drop to the ground and fold all four sets of my wings close to me.
Ah, frick. Frick doesn't count as a cuss, does it?
A curl of dark brown hair sticks out from the bloody feathered pile. I had hoped it wasn't him, but nope. Of course it's him.
I reach down and scoop up the corpse, I shake my head and extend the set of wings near my ears as I wrap the set of wings on my head below them, around my mouth and nose, acting as a mask. Then I spread my four larger wings places on my torso, to max length. I take off, back into the sky, cradling the deranged form of my best friend. His forehead was bashed in, three crimson streaks ran down it to his eyelids. A mace. Someone with a mace did this.
I fucking hate maces.
Frick.
Forgive me, Lord.

"Ugh, what happened?" The avacoti mutters under his breath,
"You died." I respond, filing my nails.
"What the fuck?" He let out a groan, throwing his head back, "How the fuck did I die?"
I set the filer down and look at him, his gold eyes, despite the third eye under his right eye, on his cheek, were now swollen with purple, and his forehead developed three dents where the mace left its marks,
"I don't know, Desmond, you tell me."
Desmond mutters something underneath his breath,
"Well, I was climbing the castle's walls."
"And?" I say, eyebrows raised.
"And then I remember some cranky old lady beating me up." I try my best to hold in my laughter, but fail,
"How'd you let some old lady beat you up?!" I say laughing as I wipe away tears.
"I don't know man! She just came out of nowhere!"
I begin laughing hysterically, almost knocking over a potion used to heal surface wounds.
"Stop laughing, Valoel!"