Marrying Darkiplier

Chapter Four: "Defying It All"

Sean tensed up against the dark cement wall. Dark looked him over briefly for injury, then told Natemare firmly. "I don't have to explain shit to them. Why are they even here?" Natemare flicked the blood off his blade, openly telling Dark in a serious tone. "Nicon. He took over the castle and summoned the Dominion... or... most of them." Shaking his head, Dark grumbled under his breath. "I knew he was a ruthless bastard but surely, he didn't think this stunt would win him any favors. After all, he can't claim this throne without killing Anti. They wouldn't-" Dark stopped talking as a soft clicking drew his attention toward the throne. Without thinking, Sean scrambled away from the wall to stand up behind Dark, a rush of comfort filling him when Dark's hand drifted back to grab the belt of his jeans. A frighteningly skinny figure in a billowing tattered grey cloak stopped beside the electric chair looking throne. It's cloaked head raising to reveal a golden skeleton body with bright rubies for eyes. The skeleton crossed his arms over his shrouded ribcage and distortedly sneered out coolly. "Damien. Prince of Pride. Come. I think it's about time we... talked." Dark exhaled slowly, then turned his head to whisper to Natemare. "Mare, take Sean to my house. Tell-" Yet again, Dark was cut off by the skeleton stating just loud enough to drown out Dark. "No, Damien. Bring the mortal. This concerns HIM too."

Dark turned his head to glare at the skeleton, heatedly retorting. "You dare give me orders, Mammon? Have you forgotten that I rule over the third realm? I AM-!" Sean winced as a booming voice thundered through the dark hall. The voice so powerful that it made goosebumps rise on Sean's arms as the deep female voice interjected. "Lesser than I." Both Damien and Natemare jerked a step back, bowing their heads in a strange reluctant submission. Even Mammon turned to bow as the darkness in the room was drawn into a single feminine form made entirely of darkness with soft starry white eyes. The room looked brighter now that the darkness had been taken to form the woman. The woman strolled closer to Damien without a sound. Although, the closer she got, the more Sean shook with fear to his core. He couldn't control it. Something about her scared him on a primal level. She turned to look at him since he was the only one in the room not bowing. Her features unreadable since no other features framed her face. Even though she didn't appear to have a mouth, her deep voice boomed softly now as she said. "So, this is the mortal that vexes you." Damien rose from his bow, trying to block Sean from her line of sight.

She reached out with a shadowy hand, her fingers pushing Damien's face out of the way. It shocked Sean that she manhandled Dark, and he allowed it. Was this the overwhelming power that Dark had spoken of before? Her hand wisped off Dark and reached out to Sean's cheek. Before she even touched him, he got a violent shiver and broke away from Dark to avoid what her touch would do to him. Lowering her hand, she cooed out in a motherly tone. "I can feel him through you. Curious. He's touched you... but has not merged with you." Her eyes darted to Dark, when she asked bluntly. "Why?" Dark swallowed but said nothing. Inching closer to Dark, she breathlessly told him. "Bring him. That's an order." She turned and started to float away. Allowing Sean his moment to point after her and ask nervously. "Who is she?" Dark rolled his eyes, while Natemare chuckled out. "She is Khaos. She invented darkness and created all demons in it. She rarely attends meetings with the Dominion. Her son is Thanatos. You'd know him as the Reap- Ow! Dark!" Sean smirked as Dark straightened up from elbowing Natemare in the ribs. Draping an arm around Sean's waist, Dark pulled him close and told Natemare under his breath. "Not now. Let's just figure out why she is here."

Sean's heart skipped, feeling Dark's strong hand slide over his hip and trail just under his shirt to warm the soft skin just above his jeans. The gesture was less sexual and more protective. He wanted him close. Leaning against Dark's side, he let him guide him into the war room. The war room was creepy. The walls were painted in dark green with a large stone fireplace that rippled with a roaring bright green fire. The large circular table was made from what looked like a massive black tree that was dripping fresh blood instead of sap. Around the table were beings that made Sean's skin crawl. A demon closet to them dropped his heavy unbuckled leather boots from the table, easing up from the chair with a grin that made Sean blush. The muscular feminine faced demon let his large leather wings fluster behind him, his long devil tail swaying coyly behind him as he purred out with interest. "Well, Well. Now it's my kind of party." Dark let out a deep growl, his body tensing. Although, the demon ignored him. Sean swallowed as he looked the demon over. This demon rivaled Dark in appearance. He was six foot and sexy. His was wearing ripped black jean shorts and nothing else. The open zipper revealing a light trail of black curly hair. The demon's pointed ears were pierced in a line along the tops and his eyes were a stunning gold. Sean found himself raising a hand to shake his, until Dark snatched his wrist to pull it away.