Blood Bonds: An Angel's Love
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Chapter 8
Hey all, sorry to keep you waiting. I got tired of writing and needed a break. Thank you for your reviews everyone!^_^
Chapter 8
14 years ago since the day Anna died, her soul lingered in Lloyd’s Ex-sphere, in a state neither dead nor living. What Kratos didn’t realize when he merged Lloyd’s Ex-sphere with his body to transform him into an angel was that Anna’s conscious entered Lloyd as well. Her soul lingered in Lloyd, just below his subconscious mind without any awareness. When Lloyd went to sleep, it’d be a chance for Anna’s spirit to awaken and speak.
After their lovemaking, Lloyd drifted off to sleep in the inn. Shifting at the foot of Lloyd’s bed, Kratos noticed a change in Lloyd’s mana. A softer gentler feminine air penetrated Lloyd’s presence. Although Lloyd remained asleep, Anna could speak through him, with his eyes shut.
“Kratos, my dear…” Lloyd whispered in his sleep, stirring.
“Anna!?” The seraph gasped, springing to his feet. He crooned over Lloyd, holding him.
She smiled through Lloyd in his sleep, whispering, “Kratos, you’ve held so much sadness inside your heart all those years. Because you freed me, I have love in my heart, the love I hold for you and our little Lloyd-chan.”
Fighting back tears, Kratos smiled sadly, cradling Anna inside Lloyd’s body.
“My dear, I know the pain you hold in, over the love you feel for Lloyd. Every night in sleep, I hear you cry out wanting forgiveness.” Gentleness flowed in Anna’s soft voice. “And it’s okay. Because I know how much you missed me, and how like me Lloyd has become, that your marriage to him will heal your wounded heart.”
Rueful tones crept in as she spoke. “But I see how torn you are by your love for Lloyd and working for Cruxis. If you hurt our poor son’s heart, I don’t know if…I could forgive you, Kratos dear. Please, don’t hurt him. Know that I’ll always love you, because I live on inside Lloyd’s heart. Goodbye, my love…”
“Anna, wait, come back!” cried Kratos, feeling his soul split in two from grief and joy at speaking to his beloved Anna. A dam of tears broke free from his eyes, trickling down his face in wet tracks, caught rolling down Lloyd’s round cheeks.
“Rain…” Lloyd mumbled, still asleep. “I feel…sad rain…tears?”
Anna was the woman who awakened Kratos from his age-old slumber of emotional numbness, when he was oblivious to the suffering of humans used for harvesting Ex-spheres. Living 4000 years meant pain as well happiness lost their place in Kratos’s heart. As one of the four Seraphim of Cruxis, he saw himself as a god who guided the world alongside Lord Yddrasill. To hurt both Anna and Lloyd by betraying their son at the Tower of Salvation, could Kratos live with the guilt and survive? Choosing between his love for Lloyd and devotion to Cruxis began in a battle that gnawed at Kratos’s conscious day and night.
At least the pain of that inner conflict retreated to the recesses of Kratos’s conscious during his wedding with Lloyd. Genis prepared some tasty gourmet dishes and Raine brought wine. Colette helped dress Lloyd in the new kimono Kratos got for his wedding outfit. She finished tightening the obi around his waist and he slipped into wooden geta sandals, finding it difficult to balance in them at first. Noishe bounded outside, waiting for Lloyd and Collete to arrive.
Genis, Raine and Kratos already set up the wedding site at the oasis pond outside the fortuneteller’s at Triet. For a tropical marriage, it provided an exotic setting with date palms and coconut trees swaying in the hot desert breeze. Flower petals were scattered in a path out to a dock over the pond. A long rectangular tent was pitched over to keep off the sun. Chairs were set up underneath in two neat rows alongside the flower laden path if villagers wanted to attend. The small chapel of Martel set up at Triet announced the wedding drawing in thongs of people.
Kratos waited at the end of the aisle by the end of the dock with his back turned from any processions leading up. He wouldn’t turn around until Lloyd arrived with Raine and Genis escorting him as maids of honor. Colette left ahead of them to meet up with Kratos since she’d preside over their union.
“Kratos-san, I never imagined I’d attend a wedding on my quest of world regeneration. I’m so happy for you, and Lloyd,” Colette exclaimed joyfully, blinking to fight tears of joy in her eyes. She hugged a ritual prayer book of the Church to her chest, so she could read the wedding vows in both angelic and ordinary language.
“Thank you, Chosen,” Kratos replied, swallowing to hide both his tension and excitement mounting. He struggled not to blush, or show any outward emotion, undermining his mission for Cruxis, but inside, his heart beat so happily it could burst, and he’d die the happiest man alive.
Suddenly, the crowd hushed. Doves held inside cages near the dock for release after Lloyd and Kratos exchanged vows cooed softly. Musicians gathered with traditional Triet folk instruments started playing, drums pounded, whistles blew and bells clanged in an eclectic Arabian tune. Several rows of dancers dressed as gypsies paraded doing acrobatic moves, jewelry flashing and clanging like coins. They parted revealing a white kimono clad figure and two half elves shuffling behind. Kratos’s heart raced harder, faster, thumping like mad. No matter how much he wanted to turn and catch a glimpse of his sweet Lloyd, he scolded himself resisting the urge.
“Lloyd is getting married! How cool is that, Mrs. Aurion, should I say?” teased Genis, grinning beside his friend, the blushing bride.
Lloyd frowned; squinting from rice people on both sides threw. “Genis, I swear I’ll kick your ass when this ends,” he muttered.
“Hehe!” Genis had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing.
“Humph, if we weren’t in public I’d slap you both,” sighed Raine, dragged along. “I can’t believe my student is getting married. How wonderful!” cried Raine, throwing her arms around both Genis and Lloyd.
Lloyd froze seeing the back of Kratos. He wore a completely different outfit, a white dress suit and coat completely different from his usual fighting clothes. Lloyd gulped, finding the form-fitting outfit somehow odd on his beloved, yet attractive showing off his tall muscular frame worn over.
Kratos couldn’t fight the blush rising in his cheeks spotting Lloyd out of the corner of his eye. Lloyd’s pure snow-white kimono draped over clung to his body in even smooth folds, its tight range forcing Lloyd to take small dainty steps. He held his arms joined in front, scowling at how ladylike the kimono forced him to behave, completely unlike his wild boyish self.
The scent of plum blossom perfume Colette dabbed on him wafted to Kratos’s nose, reminding the angel of his wedding day with Anna. He’d been so happy on that day, then devastated to loose her when she transformed into a monster and he killed her. His wedding day with Lloyd rekindled that old joy he experienced on Anna’s wedding he long thought died. He’d almost given up on happiness, but Lloyd lit that joy.
Oh, Lloyd, what would I do without you? Kratos thought, welling with emotion inside.
Lloyd’s chocolate eyes glowed with excitement, as he stopped in front of his dearly loved. Moving aside, Raine and Genis smiled, watching Kratos turn around to finally glimpse his bride.
Speechless, Kratos gasped, waiting forever for this very moment when he and Lloyd would finally be joined in holy matrimony. His feelings for Lloyd, the fire and spice of lovemaking they tasted burned in Kratos’s memory. Finally, it could be sealed in the eyes of Martel, their love recognized by the world
Clearing her throat, Colette recited the vow in angelic, then ordinary language asking Kratos, “Do you, Kratos Aurion, take Lloyd to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
Blinking hard not to cry, Kratos sniffled; taking out the ring he polished for Lloyd. “I do,” he whispered, his breath caught in his throat, almost trapped.
“Do you, Lloyd Irving, take Kratos Aurion to be your husband, in sickness and in health for as long as you two shall live?” the Chosen asked, reciting the vows again in both languages.
Lloyd couldn’t help but let the tears flow free. He felt too happy to contain, force himself to bottle it all inside. “I do…” he answered in a tear choked voice, swimming with joy.
Shaking from fear and excitement, Kratos slid the ring on Lloyd’s finger, trembling. Wrapping his arms around Lloyd, Kratos drew him close. Bending forward, Kratos pressed a deep, soulful kiss to Lloyd’s mouth, allowing himself to melt in the heat rising between them. Unlike any other kiss he’d given Lloyd, even during their lovemaking, Kratos felt his mind, body and spirit soar as one in his lips joined to Lloyd’s.
/Goodness/! Feeling himself drawn to a whole new world, drowning within, Lloyd let himself fall limp in Kratos’s tender embrace, barely mustering the strength to press back in the kiss, desperate for air.
One kiss drawn into an eternity, the totality of all time, the existence of the universe itself unfolded between them, uplifting them to a new realm of bliss, in which only they existed not only as soul mates, but husband and wife.
/Please, Kratos, don’t hurt our poor son’s heart/, thought Anna inside Lloyd’s Ex-sphere.
/Why do I feel Mom’s sadness?/ Wondered Lloyd, breaking from the kiss.
His thought was banished when wedding doves set free flew out over the oasis circling overhead. A roar reverberated from the crowd and everyone cheered.
TBC
A/N: I think next chappie will come the flying lesson and the moment we’ve been waiting for, Kratos’s betrayal at the Tower of Salvation. Heartbreak after wedding time, the drama will continue:D
Chapter 8
14 years ago since the day Anna died, her soul lingered in Lloyd’s Ex-sphere, in a state neither dead nor living. What Kratos didn’t realize when he merged Lloyd’s Ex-sphere with his body to transform him into an angel was that Anna’s conscious entered Lloyd as well. Her soul lingered in Lloyd, just below his subconscious mind without any awareness. When Lloyd went to sleep, it’d be a chance for Anna’s spirit to awaken and speak.
After their lovemaking, Lloyd drifted off to sleep in the inn. Shifting at the foot of Lloyd’s bed, Kratos noticed a change in Lloyd’s mana. A softer gentler feminine air penetrated Lloyd’s presence. Although Lloyd remained asleep, Anna could speak through him, with his eyes shut.
“Kratos, my dear…” Lloyd whispered in his sleep, stirring.
“Anna!?” The seraph gasped, springing to his feet. He crooned over Lloyd, holding him.
She smiled through Lloyd in his sleep, whispering, “Kratos, you’ve held so much sadness inside your heart all those years. Because you freed me, I have love in my heart, the love I hold for you and our little Lloyd-chan.”
Fighting back tears, Kratos smiled sadly, cradling Anna inside Lloyd’s body.
“My dear, I know the pain you hold in, over the love you feel for Lloyd. Every night in sleep, I hear you cry out wanting forgiveness.” Gentleness flowed in Anna’s soft voice. “And it’s okay. Because I know how much you missed me, and how like me Lloyd has become, that your marriage to him will heal your wounded heart.”
Rueful tones crept in as she spoke. “But I see how torn you are by your love for Lloyd and working for Cruxis. If you hurt our poor son’s heart, I don’t know if…I could forgive you, Kratos dear. Please, don’t hurt him. Know that I’ll always love you, because I live on inside Lloyd’s heart. Goodbye, my love…”
“Anna, wait, come back!” cried Kratos, feeling his soul split in two from grief and joy at speaking to his beloved Anna. A dam of tears broke free from his eyes, trickling down his face in wet tracks, caught rolling down Lloyd’s round cheeks.
“Rain…” Lloyd mumbled, still asleep. “I feel…sad rain…tears?”
Anna was the woman who awakened Kratos from his age-old slumber of emotional numbness, when he was oblivious to the suffering of humans used for harvesting Ex-spheres. Living 4000 years meant pain as well happiness lost their place in Kratos’s heart. As one of the four Seraphim of Cruxis, he saw himself as a god who guided the world alongside Lord Yddrasill. To hurt both Anna and Lloyd by betraying their son at the Tower of Salvation, could Kratos live with the guilt and survive? Choosing between his love for Lloyd and devotion to Cruxis began in a battle that gnawed at Kratos’s conscious day and night.
At least the pain of that inner conflict retreated to the recesses of Kratos’s conscious during his wedding with Lloyd. Genis prepared some tasty gourmet dishes and Raine brought wine. Colette helped dress Lloyd in the new kimono Kratos got for his wedding outfit. She finished tightening the obi around his waist and he slipped into wooden geta sandals, finding it difficult to balance in them at first. Noishe bounded outside, waiting for Lloyd and Collete to arrive.
Genis, Raine and Kratos already set up the wedding site at the oasis pond outside the fortuneteller’s at Triet. For a tropical marriage, it provided an exotic setting with date palms and coconut trees swaying in the hot desert breeze. Flower petals were scattered in a path out to a dock over the pond. A long rectangular tent was pitched over to keep off the sun. Chairs were set up underneath in two neat rows alongside the flower laden path if villagers wanted to attend. The small chapel of Martel set up at Triet announced the wedding drawing in thongs of people.
Kratos waited at the end of the aisle by the end of the dock with his back turned from any processions leading up. He wouldn’t turn around until Lloyd arrived with Raine and Genis escorting him as maids of honor. Colette left ahead of them to meet up with Kratos since she’d preside over their union.
“Kratos-san, I never imagined I’d attend a wedding on my quest of world regeneration. I’m so happy for you, and Lloyd,” Colette exclaimed joyfully, blinking to fight tears of joy in her eyes. She hugged a ritual prayer book of the Church to her chest, so she could read the wedding vows in both angelic and ordinary language.
“Thank you, Chosen,” Kratos replied, swallowing to hide both his tension and excitement mounting. He struggled not to blush, or show any outward emotion, undermining his mission for Cruxis, but inside, his heart beat so happily it could burst, and he’d die the happiest man alive.
Suddenly, the crowd hushed. Doves held inside cages near the dock for release after Lloyd and Kratos exchanged vows cooed softly. Musicians gathered with traditional Triet folk instruments started playing, drums pounded, whistles blew and bells clanged in an eclectic Arabian tune. Several rows of dancers dressed as gypsies paraded doing acrobatic moves, jewelry flashing and clanging like coins. They parted revealing a white kimono clad figure and two half elves shuffling behind. Kratos’s heart raced harder, faster, thumping like mad. No matter how much he wanted to turn and catch a glimpse of his sweet Lloyd, he scolded himself resisting the urge.
“Lloyd is getting married! How cool is that, Mrs. Aurion, should I say?” teased Genis, grinning beside his friend, the blushing bride.
Lloyd frowned; squinting from rice people on both sides threw. “Genis, I swear I’ll kick your ass when this ends,” he muttered.
“Hehe!” Genis had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing.
“Humph, if we weren’t in public I’d slap you both,” sighed Raine, dragged along. “I can’t believe my student is getting married. How wonderful!” cried Raine, throwing her arms around both Genis and Lloyd.
Lloyd froze seeing the back of Kratos. He wore a completely different outfit, a white dress suit and coat completely different from his usual fighting clothes. Lloyd gulped, finding the form-fitting outfit somehow odd on his beloved, yet attractive showing off his tall muscular frame worn over.
Kratos couldn’t fight the blush rising in his cheeks spotting Lloyd out of the corner of his eye. Lloyd’s pure snow-white kimono draped over clung to his body in even smooth folds, its tight range forcing Lloyd to take small dainty steps. He held his arms joined in front, scowling at how ladylike the kimono forced him to behave, completely unlike his wild boyish self.
The scent of plum blossom perfume Colette dabbed on him wafted to Kratos’s nose, reminding the angel of his wedding day with Anna. He’d been so happy on that day, then devastated to loose her when she transformed into a monster and he killed her. His wedding day with Lloyd rekindled that old joy he experienced on Anna’s wedding he long thought died. He’d almost given up on happiness, but Lloyd lit that joy.
Oh, Lloyd, what would I do without you? Kratos thought, welling with emotion inside.
Lloyd’s chocolate eyes glowed with excitement, as he stopped in front of his dearly loved. Moving aside, Raine and Genis smiled, watching Kratos turn around to finally glimpse his bride.
Speechless, Kratos gasped, waiting forever for this very moment when he and Lloyd would finally be joined in holy matrimony. His feelings for Lloyd, the fire and spice of lovemaking they tasted burned in Kratos’s memory. Finally, it could be sealed in the eyes of Martel, their love recognized by the world
Clearing her throat, Colette recited the vow in angelic, then ordinary language asking Kratos, “Do you, Kratos Aurion, take Lloyd to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
Blinking hard not to cry, Kratos sniffled; taking out the ring he polished for Lloyd. “I do,” he whispered, his breath caught in his throat, almost trapped.
“Do you, Lloyd Irving, take Kratos Aurion to be your husband, in sickness and in health for as long as you two shall live?” the Chosen asked, reciting the vows again in both languages.
Lloyd couldn’t help but let the tears flow free. He felt too happy to contain, force himself to bottle it all inside. “I do…” he answered in a tear choked voice, swimming with joy.
Shaking from fear and excitement, Kratos slid the ring on Lloyd’s finger, trembling. Wrapping his arms around Lloyd, Kratos drew him close. Bending forward, Kratos pressed a deep, soulful kiss to Lloyd’s mouth, allowing himself to melt in the heat rising between them. Unlike any other kiss he’d given Lloyd, even during their lovemaking, Kratos felt his mind, body and spirit soar as one in his lips joined to Lloyd’s.
/Goodness/! Feeling himself drawn to a whole new world, drowning within, Lloyd let himself fall limp in Kratos’s tender embrace, barely mustering the strength to press back in the kiss, desperate for air.
One kiss drawn into an eternity, the totality of all time, the existence of the universe itself unfolded between them, uplifting them to a new realm of bliss, in which only they existed not only as soul mates, but husband and wife.
/Please, Kratos, don’t hurt our poor son’s heart/, thought Anna inside Lloyd’s Ex-sphere.
/Why do I feel Mom’s sadness?/ Wondered Lloyd, breaking from the kiss.
His thought was banished when wedding doves set free flew out over the oasis circling overhead. A roar reverberated from the crowd and everyone cheered.
TBC
A/N: I think next chappie will come the flying lesson and the moment we’ve been waiting for, Kratos’s betrayal at the Tower of Salvation. Heartbreak after wedding time, the drama will continue:D