Blood Bonds: An Angel's Love
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Chapter 12
Hi 123, thank you for your compliment on my writing^_^ It made my day and I found it very touching. I guess I like to write cause it keeps me sand and is a way to deal with the world. I really want to thank you for reading my stuff and leaving feedback.
Artemis sensei, I want to thank you for your reviews^_^
Have either you seen Symphonia OVA 4? At the end Mithos is absolutely evil, but sexy. That’s where I got inspiration for him in this chappie. Yuan is hot too in it^_^ I only wished they subbed it. It was uploaded on youtube on Dec.21.
Chapter 12
Kratos ran his lips along the Great Seed’s surface, beholding Anna trapped inside. She slept so peacefully, her umber eyes shut peacefully, arched brows relaxed, her coral pink lips curled up in a smile, her cheeks still rosy as the day she lived, a curtain of satin hair falling around her shoulders so soft and shimmering, Kratos wanted to reach in and stroke it. Her hands clasped like a goddess in prayer over her heart, Kratos wept following the eye of her snowy white dress tapered to her dainty bare feet.
/My love, I’m so sorry, now you’re trapped forever in that monstrous seed until Mithos can be beaten and the worlds are reunited/, thought Kratos mournfully, kissing her lips through the Seed.
“Nee-san, you’ve returned.” Excitement bordering on lust and madness dripped in Mithos’s voice growing deeper. He held out his arms, palms turned up, eyes closed, he glowed white with magical feathers materializing as he transformed to his adult angel form. His massive rainbow wings twice the size of Kratos’s radiating dazzling rays of light lifted him a few inches off the ground, his muscular frame levitating. His sinfully tight white bodysuit betrayed every sinew and curve of muscle, especially in his partially exposed chest opened in a wide downward v-shape.
The sculpted pectorals betrayed a mature manly body, trim enough to be an athlete’s, oozing with testoserone from every pore like a bodybuilder’s. The outline of his muscles shone clearly through, as his slightly mounting arousal at Martel’s presence in Lloyd’s form, but the angel god’s physique made even that part of his manliness quite attractive.
“Nee-san, how do you like this form?” Mithos asked longingly, his base voice rumbling in the back of his throat. His narrow feline eyes, glinting gold with amber in their depths flashed lustfully, peering out from beneath thin blond bangs parted from the side, swept back over his broad shoulders behind his back.
/God, he’s hot/, gasped Lloyd to himself, feeling Martel’s conscious fused to his Ex-sphere respond. Martel’s response made Lloyd aroused, the constraints of his black pants suddenly uncomfortable and tight.
“Little brother, please, I have to go to the surface so the host’s conscious can be fully removed,” Martel protested, speaking in a feminine voice from Lloyd.
/Oh, no/! Cried Kratos, jerked around toward Mithos advancing on Lloyd.
“My lady, let us be going,” urged Kratos calmly, masking all anxiety about Mithos’s blatant desire. Anger surged inside beneath his cool surface. He wouldn’t let the sexy angel lord steal Lloyd, his Lloyd, his son, his angel.
“Hmm?” Mithos raised a brow, fluttering over Kratos, his ardent gaze baring down, suddenly finding Kratos in his tight purple swordsman’s outfit deliciously attractive. Who did he prefer more? Kratos or Lloyd?
“Ahem,” clearing his throat forcefully, Kratos’s fiery eyes, a warrior’s eyes who killed shot the blond angel a fearsome glance up.
Although in adult form, feeling like the weak apprentice before he became the hero Mithos during the Great Kharlan War 4000 years ago, Mithos nodded meekly, alighting down on his feet.
“Sorry, Sensei,” he apologized, the little boy in him breaking through.
Pangs of sadness spread through Lloyd inside. This fallen hero who wanted a perfect world where half-elves were accepted endured 4000 years of loneliness, and madness bred by pain. When his sister died, he lost all his strength, jealous that she loved Yuan more than him romantically. When Kratos finally met Anna 14 years ago and lost faith in Mithos’s ideals, Mithos became truly alone.
/I understand he’s suffering, but what he’s made Cruxis do is unforgivable/, Lloyd’s anger awoke Martel’s own pain and anger at her brother for what he did her in name, trying to create a world without discrimination by eliminating the different blood in people’s veins through Ex-sphere’s, harvested from innocent human lives.
Martel’s jade eyes usually gentle with kindness, burned with anger that scorched Mithos’s heart through Lloyd’s mahogany eyes.
“Nee-san, you…you don’t love me, do you? I did all this to bring you back,” Mithos coiled back, tears watering in his feline eyes.
“My lord, please,” insisted Kratos, laying a hand on Mithos’s shoulder. “It’s the consciousness of the current host still active interfering with your sister’s mind. If I take her to a Desian base, this problem will be fixed.” Kratos lied through his teeth playing it cool.
“Then, Sensei, Nee-san will love me the way I want?” Mithos asked like a little innocent boy gazing into Kratos’s softening eyes. “Like your son loves you?”
Kratos hated breaking his former student’s heart. Mithos was once his pride and joy, the best disciple any teacher could ask for during the Kharlan War. After Martel’s death, Mithos’s descent into madness and fall from grace as a hero broke Kratos’s heart. In Lloyd, Kratos found Mithos the righteous hero from the past reborn, an idealistic energetic youth who wasn’t afraid to admit the errors of his mistakes and accept his human weakness.
“Yes, I am sure.” Sadness tinged Kratos’s musical voice.
/Mom, I miss you, I just wish we had a happy family/, Lloyd sniffled, spying Anna’s form in the transparent Great Seed in the center of the room, gone unnoticed by Mithos.
/Lloyd, I promise you, I will find a body for your mom without hurting anyone when the worlds are reunited and I enter back into the Great Seed/, Martel promised, sensing Lloyd’s heartache.
/Yay, Mom will return/! Lloyd felt overjoyed at the thought.
/Don’t cry, Lloyd my dear son/, pleaded Anna inside the Great Seed. /I made this choice to help you save the world. Remember to tell your father I love him/.
/Yes, Mom/, Lloyd replied back. /I will, I love you/.
Martel continued speaking to Lloyd mentally, saying, /the love that bonds you two is strong. That love makes you happy. Since people believe I’m a Goddess who’ll grant them happiness if they believe in me, I want to fulfill that promise/.
Lloyd smiled to himself, holding a hand over his heart, seeing his blue Ex-sphere gem mounted on the back of his hand glow green from Martel’s spirit. /I always knew the Goddess lived in our hearts/.
“We shall return soon.” Kratos inclined his head slightly in a gesture of respect for the angel lord, escorting Martel in Lloyd’s body out of the great chamber.
Nodding, Mithos crossed his arms revealing a genuine smile that perhaps his sister might still love him, that he truly wasn’t alone.
/I’m sorry, my student/, Kratos thought inside, teleporting Lloyd to the base outside Sylvarant’s Tower of Salvation.
No sooner than father and son appeared, a crowd of Desian uniformed soldiers with weapons pointed circled in from surrounding foliage and trees.
“Wait.” A powerful voice, deep and husky echoed out from behind them. It’s richness sent shivers up Lloyd’s spine, making him eager with anticipation who its gorgeous owner might be.
Today was Lloyd’s lucky day. First Mithos appeared in his handsome adult form. Next a new handsome visitor would arrive. Lloyd had only to see Kratos in his most sexy-as-hell Cruxis (or Judgment) outfit with its kinky belts and skintight form, but for now this stunning visitor would suffice.
The Desian soldier crowd seemed unusually tense with discipline, lowering their helmet clad heads out of respect, opening a path for their leader Lloyd awaited to see stride through. Sure enough this man set Lloyd on fire.
His piercing malachite eyes narrowed, burning with an inner fire directly at Lloyd and Kratos. Lloyd saw in their dark green depths an ancient being millennia old like Kratos, holding in their facets regret, anger, sadness at having lost a loved one: Martel whom he was engaged to. His thin brows drew closer together, his chin angled down, he regarded the father and son coolly from beneath long azure bangs that fell to the right of his face to his shoulder. His lips curved down like a tight iron gate drawn shut when eyeing Kratos.
“Kratos Aurion,” they parted, still stiff and drawn, a warrior’s hard lips that cried battle screams and uttered when Martel died at the hands of human haters.
“Yuan,” an old friend’s name echoed from Kratos’s throat, nearing the blue haired half-elf through the crowd. “You let the Chosen escape after I escorted her to the Tower from Hima aboard those dragons.”
“Humph.” The Renegade leader smirked, brushing his bangs behind his ears, striding forward, his long black cape flaring out behind. “And you’ve escaped from Lord Yddrasill, I take it?” His tone was bitter with cynicism, yet an underlying affection laced it when addressing his fellow seraphim.
“Not exactly,” came Kratos’s elusive reply. He surveyed Yuan, running his eyes up along Yuan’s form concealed beneath his cape, imagining the thigh high boots hugging his sleek legs, visualized touching his muscular chest and stomach hidden under that cold steely breastplate.
Lloyd swallowed sensing sparks fly between the two ancient beings. He guessed at one point their relationship might have been romantic, even sexual on and off between the time Martel died and before Kratos met Anna.
“What have you done?” Yuan asked suspiciously, he and Kratos circling each other as if locked in combat.
A sly smirk crossed Kratos’s stern features. His wine-red eyes remained motionless on Yuan, auburn bangs falling over did little to hide them. He knew immediately Yuan referred to Martel’s aura coming from Lloyd as her vessel.
“Hmm, devised a plan.” Kratos paused, crossing his arms, choosing to hide under the thick curtain of bangs over his face, enjoying this game with Yuan, being mysterious.
/Yuan, my love/, cried out Martel from Lloyd’s Ex-sphere, glowing green.
Pulled to Lloyd like the sun capturing planets through gravity, Yuan felt himself drawn to Lloyd. Yuan bit his lower lip, malachite eyes narrowing in an attempt to stifle his feelings, maintaining composure in front of his men. Jealously welled in Kratos seeing Lloyd entranced by Yuan’s presence, and Yuan attracted to Lloyd, even more than before because of Martel’s aura.
/It’s bad enough you love your own son like this, but to be jealous because he likes your best friend is worse. What would Yuan say if he knew of us?/ Those thoughts raced through Kratos’s mind, though outside he stayed calm and cool.
“Yuan, I have a favor to ask.” Kratos’s voice severed the chemistry temporarily building between Lloyd and Yuan, fueled further by Martel.
“Tell me,” Yuan stated simply, willing to help his friend.
“Yddrasill thinks I’ve taken Lloyd to a Desian base to fully remove his conscious as Martel’s vessel. However, we did this as a ploy for us to escape. But it seems Yddrasill will pursue us just like the time Anna and I fled from Kvar. Please keep Lloyd safe from Yddrasill,” Kratos requested in a business like manner, not letting his emotions show through in the presence of Yuan’s men.
“Very well. I’ll hide him in our base near Triet,” offered Yuan, laying an affectionate hand on Kratos’s shoulder.
“We shall do our best to protect him, Lord Aurion,” several Renegades addressed Kratos politely with utmost respect, heads deferentially lowered.
Kratos nodded in acknowledgement.
But something churned deep inside his gut. He had no one else to turn to beside Yuan who could fool Mithos and protect Lloyd, until Kratos gathered the necessary materials from Tethe’alla so he could forge the Eternal Sword for Lloyd to defeat Mithos and reunite the worlds. One week later Kratos decided to visit Yuan’s Renegade base bordering the Triet desert to see if his suspicions proved right.
Navigating the base’s arched metal halls, Kratos squinted seeing two forms entwined in Yuan’s headquarter chamber.
“No, it cannot be. Lloyd, even if I am your father, I gave my heart to you the moment we were wedded,” Kratos whispered, his breath bated. “When the symbol of our love, the wedding ring I gave you shattered back at Sylvarant’s Tower of Salvation when you thought I betrayed you, did our love shatter then?”
TBC
Artemis sensei, I want to thank you for your reviews^_^
Have either you seen Symphonia OVA 4? At the end Mithos is absolutely evil, but sexy. That’s where I got inspiration for him in this chappie. Yuan is hot too in it^_^ I only wished they subbed it. It was uploaded on youtube on Dec.21.
Chapter 12
Kratos ran his lips along the Great Seed’s surface, beholding Anna trapped inside. She slept so peacefully, her umber eyes shut peacefully, arched brows relaxed, her coral pink lips curled up in a smile, her cheeks still rosy as the day she lived, a curtain of satin hair falling around her shoulders so soft and shimmering, Kratos wanted to reach in and stroke it. Her hands clasped like a goddess in prayer over her heart, Kratos wept following the eye of her snowy white dress tapered to her dainty bare feet.
/My love, I’m so sorry, now you’re trapped forever in that monstrous seed until Mithos can be beaten and the worlds are reunited/, thought Kratos mournfully, kissing her lips through the Seed.
“Nee-san, you’ve returned.” Excitement bordering on lust and madness dripped in Mithos’s voice growing deeper. He held out his arms, palms turned up, eyes closed, he glowed white with magical feathers materializing as he transformed to his adult angel form. His massive rainbow wings twice the size of Kratos’s radiating dazzling rays of light lifted him a few inches off the ground, his muscular frame levitating. His sinfully tight white bodysuit betrayed every sinew and curve of muscle, especially in his partially exposed chest opened in a wide downward v-shape.
The sculpted pectorals betrayed a mature manly body, trim enough to be an athlete’s, oozing with testoserone from every pore like a bodybuilder’s. The outline of his muscles shone clearly through, as his slightly mounting arousal at Martel’s presence in Lloyd’s form, but the angel god’s physique made even that part of his manliness quite attractive.
“Nee-san, how do you like this form?” Mithos asked longingly, his base voice rumbling in the back of his throat. His narrow feline eyes, glinting gold with amber in their depths flashed lustfully, peering out from beneath thin blond bangs parted from the side, swept back over his broad shoulders behind his back.
/God, he’s hot/, gasped Lloyd to himself, feeling Martel’s conscious fused to his Ex-sphere respond. Martel’s response made Lloyd aroused, the constraints of his black pants suddenly uncomfortable and tight.
“Little brother, please, I have to go to the surface so the host’s conscious can be fully removed,” Martel protested, speaking in a feminine voice from Lloyd.
/Oh, no/! Cried Kratos, jerked around toward Mithos advancing on Lloyd.
“My lady, let us be going,” urged Kratos calmly, masking all anxiety about Mithos’s blatant desire. Anger surged inside beneath his cool surface. He wouldn’t let the sexy angel lord steal Lloyd, his Lloyd, his son, his angel.
“Hmm?” Mithos raised a brow, fluttering over Kratos, his ardent gaze baring down, suddenly finding Kratos in his tight purple swordsman’s outfit deliciously attractive. Who did he prefer more? Kratos or Lloyd?
“Ahem,” clearing his throat forcefully, Kratos’s fiery eyes, a warrior’s eyes who killed shot the blond angel a fearsome glance up.
Although in adult form, feeling like the weak apprentice before he became the hero Mithos during the Great Kharlan War 4000 years ago, Mithos nodded meekly, alighting down on his feet.
“Sorry, Sensei,” he apologized, the little boy in him breaking through.
Pangs of sadness spread through Lloyd inside. This fallen hero who wanted a perfect world where half-elves were accepted endured 4000 years of loneliness, and madness bred by pain. When his sister died, he lost all his strength, jealous that she loved Yuan more than him romantically. When Kratos finally met Anna 14 years ago and lost faith in Mithos’s ideals, Mithos became truly alone.
/I understand he’s suffering, but what he’s made Cruxis do is unforgivable/, Lloyd’s anger awoke Martel’s own pain and anger at her brother for what he did her in name, trying to create a world without discrimination by eliminating the different blood in people’s veins through Ex-sphere’s, harvested from innocent human lives.
Martel’s jade eyes usually gentle with kindness, burned with anger that scorched Mithos’s heart through Lloyd’s mahogany eyes.
“Nee-san, you…you don’t love me, do you? I did all this to bring you back,” Mithos coiled back, tears watering in his feline eyes.
“My lord, please,” insisted Kratos, laying a hand on Mithos’s shoulder. “It’s the consciousness of the current host still active interfering with your sister’s mind. If I take her to a Desian base, this problem will be fixed.” Kratos lied through his teeth playing it cool.
“Then, Sensei, Nee-san will love me the way I want?” Mithos asked like a little innocent boy gazing into Kratos’s softening eyes. “Like your son loves you?”
Kratos hated breaking his former student’s heart. Mithos was once his pride and joy, the best disciple any teacher could ask for during the Kharlan War. After Martel’s death, Mithos’s descent into madness and fall from grace as a hero broke Kratos’s heart. In Lloyd, Kratos found Mithos the righteous hero from the past reborn, an idealistic energetic youth who wasn’t afraid to admit the errors of his mistakes and accept his human weakness.
“Yes, I am sure.” Sadness tinged Kratos’s musical voice.
/Mom, I miss you, I just wish we had a happy family/, Lloyd sniffled, spying Anna’s form in the transparent Great Seed in the center of the room, gone unnoticed by Mithos.
/Lloyd, I promise you, I will find a body for your mom without hurting anyone when the worlds are reunited and I enter back into the Great Seed/, Martel promised, sensing Lloyd’s heartache.
/Yay, Mom will return/! Lloyd felt overjoyed at the thought.
/Don’t cry, Lloyd my dear son/, pleaded Anna inside the Great Seed. /I made this choice to help you save the world. Remember to tell your father I love him/.
/Yes, Mom/, Lloyd replied back. /I will, I love you/.
Martel continued speaking to Lloyd mentally, saying, /the love that bonds you two is strong. That love makes you happy. Since people believe I’m a Goddess who’ll grant them happiness if they believe in me, I want to fulfill that promise/.
Lloyd smiled to himself, holding a hand over his heart, seeing his blue Ex-sphere gem mounted on the back of his hand glow green from Martel’s spirit. /I always knew the Goddess lived in our hearts/.
“We shall return soon.” Kratos inclined his head slightly in a gesture of respect for the angel lord, escorting Martel in Lloyd’s body out of the great chamber.
Nodding, Mithos crossed his arms revealing a genuine smile that perhaps his sister might still love him, that he truly wasn’t alone.
/I’m sorry, my student/, Kratos thought inside, teleporting Lloyd to the base outside Sylvarant’s Tower of Salvation.
No sooner than father and son appeared, a crowd of Desian uniformed soldiers with weapons pointed circled in from surrounding foliage and trees.
“Wait.” A powerful voice, deep and husky echoed out from behind them. It’s richness sent shivers up Lloyd’s spine, making him eager with anticipation who its gorgeous owner might be.
Today was Lloyd’s lucky day. First Mithos appeared in his handsome adult form. Next a new handsome visitor would arrive. Lloyd had only to see Kratos in his most sexy-as-hell Cruxis (or Judgment) outfit with its kinky belts and skintight form, but for now this stunning visitor would suffice.
The Desian soldier crowd seemed unusually tense with discipline, lowering their helmet clad heads out of respect, opening a path for their leader Lloyd awaited to see stride through. Sure enough this man set Lloyd on fire.
His piercing malachite eyes narrowed, burning with an inner fire directly at Lloyd and Kratos. Lloyd saw in their dark green depths an ancient being millennia old like Kratos, holding in their facets regret, anger, sadness at having lost a loved one: Martel whom he was engaged to. His thin brows drew closer together, his chin angled down, he regarded the father and son coolly from beneath long azure bangs that fell to the right of his face to his shoulder. His lips curved down like a tight iron gate drawn shut when eyeing Kratos.
“Kratos Aurion,” they parted, still stiff and drawn, a warrior’s hard lips that cried battle screams and uttered when Martel died at the hands of human haters.
“Yuan,” an old friend’s name echoed from Kratos’s throat, nearing the blue haired half-elf through the crowd. “You let the Chosen escape after I escorted her to the Tower from Hima aboard those dragons.”
“Humph.” The Renegade leader smirked, brushing his bangs behind his ears, striding forward, his long black cape flaring out behind. “And you’ve escaped from Lord Yddrasill, I take it?” His tone was bitter with cynicism, yet an underlying affection laced it when addressing his fellow seraphim.
“Not exactly,” came Kratos’s elusive reply. He surveyed Yuan, running his eyes up along Yuan’s form concealed beneath his cape, imagining the thigh high boots hugging his sleek legs, visualized touching his muscular chest and stomach hidden under that cold steely breastplate.
Lloyd swallowed sensing sparks fly between the two ancient beings. He guessed at one point their relationship might have been romantic, even sexual on and off between the time Martel died and before Kratos met Anna.
“What have you done?” Yuan asked suspiciously, he and Kratos circling each other as if locked in combat.
A sly smirk crossed Kratos’s stern features. His wine-red eyes remained motionless on Yuan, auburn bangs falling over did little to hide them. He knew immediately Yuan referred to Martel’s aura coming from Lloyd as her vessel.
“Hmm, devised a plan.” Kratos paused, crossing his arms, choosing to hide under the thick curtain of bangs over his face, enjoying this game with Yuan, being mysterious.
/Yuan, my love/, cried out Martel from Lloyd’s Ex-sphere, glowing green.
Pulled to Lloyd like the sun capturing planets through gravity, Yuan felt himself drawn to Lloyd. Yuan bit his lower lip, malachite eyes narrowing in an attempt to stifle his feelings, maintaining composure in front of his men. Jealously welled in Kratos seeing Lloyd entranced by Yuan’s presence, and Yuan attracted to Lloyd, even more than before because of Martel’s aura.
/It’s bad enough you love your own son like this, but to be jealous because he likes your best friend is worse. What would Yuan say if he knew of us?/ Those thoughts raced through Kratos’s mind, though outside he stayed calm and cool.
“Yuan, I have a favor to ask.” Kratos’s voice severed the chemistry temporarily building between Lloyd and Yuan, fueled further by Martel.
“Tell me,” Yuan stated simply, willing to help his friend.
“Yddrasill thinks I’ve taken Lloyd to a Desian base to fully remove his conscious as Martel’s vessel. However, we did this as a ploy for us to escape. But it seems Yddrasill will pursue us just like the time Anna and I fled from Kvar. Please keep Lloyd safe from Yddrasill,” Kratos requested in a business like manner, not letting his emotions show through in the presence of Yuan’s men.
“Very well. I’ll hide him in our base near Triet,” offered Yuan, laying an affectionate hand on Kratos’s shoulder.
“We shall do our best to protect him, Lord Aurion,” several Renegades addressed Kratos politely with utmost respect, heads deferentially lowered.
Kratos nodded in acknowledgement.
But something churned deep inside his gut. He had no one else to turn to beside Yuan who could fool Mithos and protect Lloyd, until Kratos gathered the necessary materials from Tethe’alla so he could forge the Eternal Sword for Lloyd to defeat Mithos and reunite the worlds. One week later Kratos decided to visit Yuan’s Renegade base bordering the Triet desert to see if his suspicions proved right.
Navigating the base’s arched metal halls, Kratos squinted seeing two forms entwined in Yuan’s headquarter chamber.
“No, it cannot be. Lloyd, even if I am your father, I gave my heart to you the moment we were wedded,” Kratos whispered, his breath bated. “When the symbol of our love, the wedding ring I gave you shattered back at Sylvarant’s Tower of Salvation when you thought I betrayed you, did our love shatter then?”
TBC