Yoru watches the seething enigma in front of him, his mind races a hundred miles a minute. The fucking idiot, the whole lot of them, Yoru cusses, ready to unleash the Shard of Shadow. The light he had tainted with blood by his own hands.
He glances at the squirming boy on the bed. It isn't helping that the sinful fruit of desire is getting more and more ripe as the scent of cardamom and oat fills the whole room. Gritting his teeth, he tries to keep the magic spells on Yuri intact. It isn't the time for the boy to awaken his Godhood yet. Yoru had placed one of the Genesis seals on Yuri when the boy descended to earth, which was the reason he hadn't had his heat for so long.
But why, the Supreme Deity of Darkness frowns, holding his ground, controlling his energy, why is he having his heat now, of all time?
Another disastrous problem is the presence of Zephariel. Not only an enigma – oh, if only it were that simple, Yoru groans – He is the only enigma among the New Generation of Godhood. Born from the bosom of Mother Genesis herself, he was already at the goal while others were still racing along the course. When the Mother Goddess handed him to Yoru in a bundle of cotton clouds and azure stars, Her Majesty had strictly forbidden him to reveal his secondary gender.
Yes, Zephariel was born to be the leader. The usurper. The ruler of the Godhood. And he is not to know that fact until the time comes.
Apparently, that time is now, when the enigma is going wild with the primal instinct to possess and protect his omega. He flexes his arm, wielding his Scythe of Rebirth, readying his stand for a showdown. "Get. Out." Zephariel growls, stamping the floor with his Scythe, making the whole ground shake.
Yep, there's no talking sense to him now, Yoru rolls his eyes, holding his stand, enforcing the shield on Yuri.
Pulling the key necklace from his neck in one sweep motion, Yoru commands: "In the name of the Mirage Realm's ruler, I call on thee, Zephariel of Time and Order, from darkness thou hast come, to darkness thou will go."
A burst of darkness seeps from Yoru's standing place, spreading itself out until it covers both him and Zephariel in a barrier. Zephariel lifts his Scythe, but before he can utter any destructive spells, an alluring slumber overcomes him. Struggling with all his might, his consciousness slips away like water through a sieve. A withering vine with thorns wrapped around him, holding him where he is, securing him in the dreamland. Before closing his eyes, Zephariel snarls: "We are not done. You and me. Be careful on the way out, Yoru."
"I never plan to get out from the start, though." Yoru shrugs, waving his hand. The room reappears. "Alright, now –"
He stoops down, barely in time to save himself from being beheaded. On the bed, Yuri kneels straight up. Though still affected by the weird heat and the uneasy sensation in his stomach, Yuri is keeping his sanity intact by stabbing his thigh with a desert knife on the nightstand. His left hand stretches out, all five fingers weave the iron threads rumored to be one of the infamous murderous tools of the Eisenberg estate. His right hand is ready to pull the strings tight anytime. Panting heavily, amethyst eyes glinting with a fury never before seen, he demanded in a stone-cold voice: "What have you done to Zephariel?"
"Saving you from his claws. Is what I'm doing." Yoru touches the string lightly and winces. His finger is immediately sliced off. And in front of Yuri's bewildered stare, it grows back again. "The thanks I get."
"You-you can also regenerate?" He coughs, finding it harder to maintain his strength.
"Not only that, I also know what happened to you in the lab a hundred years ago and –" Yoru wipes his white robe, now decorated with rouge flowers from his cut-off finger, looking straight at the wavering boy. "Where you came from."
"Where I –?" Yuri hesitates. He imagines he misheard the unwelcome guess.
"And I'm here for a more crucial thing."
"What –?"
"Your Zephariel made a deal with me before you were born." Yoru smiles wickedly, cruel and heartless. So far removed from the once benevolent and loving Supreme Deity. "I'm here to collect the long overdue debt. With interests. Now, kitten, sleep."
"Zephariel –"
Yuri pulls the strings. The web of iron threads cut off the figure in front of him, but he resurrects himself again. In desperation and fear, he calls his savior's name. Darkness clouds his mind as soon as the threads recoil into his tools. A soft thud echoes as his body falls onto the mattress. He mouths wordlessly to the man lying on the floor, Help. Me.