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By: Sean



He paced inside the cell's chamber wondering who could have done this, who could have betrayed him to their enemies. He knew it had to be someone in his inner circle to have betrayed him like this. He missed his love now more than ever.



He paced back and forth, back and forth trying to send out his senses into the daylight outside, but he was blocked by very powerful magick. I can't even light a candle, he thought. This is very bad, he thought ironically.



Someone had to have betrayed him and allowed for his capture. Someone in his entourage had to have given away his position, but who could it have been? He kept running this through his mind as he paced the cell back and forth, back and forth, while every once in awhile looked out the dreary window. He had to figure it out and soon. Escape was an issue at the moment and he knew that, his magick was truly useless to the extreme.



His pacing lead him to the cot that was in the far left corner of the cell to where he could just sit and rest and sleep. It was hard as a rock and wet, but for some reason he wanted to sit down, if only for several seconds at the least. His love had to know by now where and who and when he was captured, even though the who was still lost to him. He was going stir-crazy just sitting here and waiting for his captors to make their dramatic entrance, which to him was really annoying. It had never impressed him and never will. Especially after all that had happened in the Devil Wars when the Rift had opened and almost laid waste to everything and everyone in this dimension and all because of an evil sorcerer wanting more power. It was always because of more power these days, he thought.



He sighed and got back up to look out the window yet again. He just stared getting more and more irritated at what had happened to him. He gazed out the window waiting impatiently for what was surely to come next.



So, while he waited impatiently, he ran through his mind who could have betrayed him to the Clandestine. He knew it could have easily been the Fytrians or the Gtyronaous, both had been in the final battle of the Devil Wars. And both, he began to think, were angry with him for binding the Rift. He also knew that both hated each other with as much passion as he hated them, but the problem was he could see that they could work together when they had good leadership backing them. He knew war could come again if he was killed because the Rift was tied to his life force. It, unfortunately, was the only way to bind the Rift. The good and bad part was the long life. He would die, eventually, but it would be years from now and he could then have enough time to pick someone to take his place. The bad part was watching his kingdom and family wither and die away, but the good part was so much for the better. He would be with Dracyian, his elven love. His love had the beautiful elven features, so delicate in their complexity, but so graceful and strong. He knew his love had to be pissed by now wondering where he was.



He knew Dracyian would find him soon enough and it would be soon. His elven love had the power to find him when he wanted to use it. He knew he would be scared using most of that power, but when Dracyian got angry he would unleash all the power he had at his disposal. He feared his power especially when he was angry, but when he got angry enough he did not care much for what would happen and that was why he could be so dangerous. He still was in love with him so it didn't matter to him. He just wanted to be with him as long as he was able and he saw now his chance, thanks to binding the Rift.



His gazed never wavered out the barred window as he thought out anything and everything in all possibilities. And he could only see one outcome and who could have done this, but he was not too sure about the who part. Well I will find out soon enough, he thought, as he heard movement outside his cell.



He watched and waited in silence and quiet anticipation for who would come through the door. He could tell what species the guard was it was definitely Fytrians. Fytrians were always the most violent of the Ancient races. With there love of blood and mayhem they proved an asset to the Devil Wars against him and the Alliance of the Forest. He stared at his guards as they opened the door green skin and fangs glistening with venom. They always loved lathering their bodies in venom of all kinds, he thought for no reason.



As the door to the cell fully opened his eyes opened wide with pure shock and shear terror. No it....it can't be, he thought fearfully, this can't be true.



"Oh it is."



He never realized that he had voiced his thoughts out loud as well until that "man" in front of him spoke.



"No, it can't be. We defeated you," he said almost breathlessly.



He slowly backed away as the "man" walked fully into the cell. His name was Matrixcious, a demon of the Underworld, a demon of war itself. He and Draycian had almost died together just trying to send him back through the Rift. Matrixcious was a High Demon of the Dominions of Hell itself and next in line for the throne of Damngard here in his realm. He was a god to the Clandestine themselves. They had been able to open the Rift to free their true ruler and in the process opened the door for the Devil Wars. The Rift was to be never opened by the Rose King many centuries before. It was said that the Rose King was to awaken when the Devil Wars began, but it apparently had been only a false prophecy. He and Dracyian had sealed the Rift, but he had Bind it closed until he died. Or apparently, he thought with despair, it was reopened somehow. He would have known if someone opens the Rift, but then again maybe not since he was in this room and he could not Cast or Seek any magick anywhere.



"So someone opened the Rift for you while I was in here then," he asked slowly, but he couldn't keep the quiver out of his voice.



Matrixcious smiled through his Host evilly and full of hate burning in its unholy eyes as he replied in a voice not of this world, a grating if you will. "No."



He moved back even slowly because now he could feel the wave of heat issuing forth from the High Demon, a wave of pure evil, and smell the burning flesh of the Host. He knew that he was stronger and more powerful this time, but he wasn't sure how that could have happened he and Dracyian had bound his powers totally and sent him packing back through the Rift. Something was wrong with this picture, he thought dispiritedly.



The Demon moved towards him even closer and to make things worse he could smell the Demons decaying breath, putrid in its complexity. It moved over to gaze out the window as the cell's door slammed shut. He moved over to the far side of the room. He did not know if the Demons power worked in here or not and he didn't want to take chances, but then again what was the point he was trapped as a caged animal anyway.



He was half-vampire. He was powerful in his own right, lithe, and gracious when needed. He was fast and a King of both his people, the Humans, and the newly formed Alliance of the Forest. But to this beast he was a nothing a nobody and that beast knew it. Even if the beast could not use its powers in this cell as he couldn't. It was only a matter of time I guess that I would die, he thought ironically, but he wished he had more time and more time to tell his Dracyian that he loved him one more time.



"So what do you want Demon?"



It did not respond to the question at first. Baiting me, he thought briefly. The beast turned ever so slowly and smiled its evil grin and said, "You tell me."



It said this slowly, but he could catch the hint. The beast not only wanted revenge on him, but he wanted to torture along with it and he wanted to Unbind the Rift with his very blood, his very soul. It wanted everything and rule over it.



"Yes that's exactly want I want," it said knowing what he was thinking.



"I want it all including you and your little lover," it continued mockingly.



"I like to see you try," he said boldly and full of anger.



The beast moved so swiftly he didn't even see it's hand shoot out and grab his throat. It slammed him up against the cell wall, blood dripping from his burning flesh all down his neck.



"I'd like to see you stop me," it hissed. It let go and swept out of his cell anger making the air stuffy and heated. Well someones pissy, he thought gaging to get air back. He just stared at the door then out the window too shaken to get up off the dirty cell floor, all the while wondering what he could do to escape. If he could escape.



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By: Sean



Sean and Max made it out ot hte play ground in Sean's backyard. They walked hand in hand. Sean looking to the sky and its beauty. A beautiful blazing blue sky full of God's creatures. Max looked to, but he looked all around the yard and into the field on all sides, just to be sure. Max wasn't sure why, but he felt that something would try to hurt his Sean, and he wasn't about to let that happen at all.



Max stayed close to Sean as much as he could while they made their way to the playground.



"Somethings wrong don't you think, sweetie?" asked Sean, as they continued their trek.



"Yes very," replied Max.



Sean and Max climbed up onto the playground with the swings, facing the beautiful landscape of the field. The feild was full of color as autumn started to come around, it practically glowed with golden beauty. Both Sean and Max loved the outdoors, especially when it was this beautiful. It relived stresses in each others life, Sean more so, and Max knew that.



They got onto the playground and just laid there, holding each other, not risking letting each other go. It is called love, thought Sean, I'm in love!



This made Sean smile right then and there with that thought and Max caught it.



Max smiled himself and said, "What are you smiling about?"



Sean smiled mischeviously at Max and said in his cutsey voice, "I'm in love my bitch!"



They both laughed histerically at that comment and just loved each other even more. Sean bent down and kissed Max full on the lips, gently and caressingly. Max just kissed back enjoying Sean's loving embraces. They went back to cuddling with each other. Max's head on Sean's chest and Sean's arm wrapped protectively around Max's shoulders. Sean and Max just stared at the blazing blue sky, basking in the soft breeze. Both were thinking of mostly the same thing; "what was happening here?"



Max drove his thoughts towards what everyone was keeping from him and, better yet, Sean. He wasn't sure what Sean had to do with anything that was going onl but he felt that it must be important to keep the information from both of them. It seemed to be well protected, he thought.



Sean kept thinking of why no one would tell him in the first place, especially this morning when him and his love woke up in his room together when he was in his sisters room, and Max not having any clue as to why they were there. Even weirder was Max's insistance of them being in his room the whole time, which seemed off.



Neither of them knew what was going on, but they both made their own plans to find out just what it is. Max snuggled closer to Sean with those thoughts pondering in his mind. His thoughts were pracitically exploding inside his mind, like it was for Sean. Both knew what they had to do to get the information they needed.



"What do you think we should do to find out what's happening here," asked Sean quietly.



"I'm not too sure, but I think it's time to go do some espinage to find out," replied Max.



"True that sounds like my thoughts exactly," said Sean, smileing slightly.



But they continued to stay where they were, looking at the glorious sky, enraptured by each other. Holding each other tightly, contently, both fell asleep in the gentle breezes swirling around them. Both became lost in their dreams of what to come, of what might happen, and of what they thought could happen. It was all relative anyway, thought a dreaming Sean, nothing mattered more then Max.



Sean still didn't know what to do around him. He wasn't sure if Max truly wanted to spend time with him or not or if he was just tolerating him. Sean doubted the toleration part, but with past experiences he wasn't sure anymore. I guess I'm sure enough now, he thought, and that's to hold him tightly and lovingly like I truly feel. God I love him, he thought. I hope I don't mess anything up with him, he thought sadly, kissing the top of his head.



Sean stared at his Max, still asleep in his arms. He bent closer making sure he didn't disturbe his sleep and smelt his fragrance, his beautiful sent. Max smelt like "axe" mixed with a sent of a dewed medow on a spring morning. He smelt like what Sean thought he was, a god of splendor. Sean just felt the cool breeze on his face rustling his and Max's hair. Max's curly, blondish hair, ravishing, thought Sean in exstacy. I am so in love!



Sean layed back down and felt Max cuddle closer and smiled to himself. He would protect him with his very life and at all costs. He just had to. Sean continued to look to the sky as it began to cloud up. He wasn't sure how long he had slept and how long they had been outside in each others arms, but both never cared. Both was enjoying the other's company and love, glorious love.



Sean sighed as Max began to wake up. He stretched into Sean and moaned slightly as he woke up. He looked to Sean and smiled.



"Thank you that was the best nap ever," Max said kissing Sean, while Sean just laughed.



"Your welcome, sweetie," said Sean, smileing warmly.



Max nesttled into Sean's chest and Sean wrapped his arms around Max. They just cuddled there wondering what would happen to them next. Wondering what they had to fight for next.

By: Sean



Max and Sean went about their daily business like nothing had happened, but still wondering what had happened the night before. They had no idea how they had come to be in Sean's room when they were in a completely different one all together. Well Sean wondered. Max seemed to know what exactly had happened, but Sean wasn't so sure; and he wondered why Max thought he knew. It was clear Max had been a little perplexed when they awoke together in each others loving, caring arms. He just, still, did not understand what was going on. He really truly wanted to understand what was happening in the world.



His friends and family still evaded the questions that he asked over and over again. Still none would supply him with any clues either. Max did not help any more than the others did, he had no clue as to what was going on any more than he did seemed to be in the same boat as each other. It was frightening considering Max had every clue as to what had happened with them and hm waking up in his room without Sean realizing anything at all as to how. It was truly strange that Max knew and he didn't. Something must have happened to his memories or Max's and that's what scared him the most out of everything that has happened so far.



Sean and Max joined everyone at the dinner table to eat some breakfast. And as they entered the kitchen Sean and Max noticed that all of them were getting along with each other, talking like they were all old friends just having a chat. Even stranger, thought Sean.



He stalked over to the table and sat down next to Max.



"I wonder what is going on here," he asked Max, holding his hand.



"I do not know," he replied, holding Sean's hand back.



They just sat and watched them talking and going about like they really were old friends that have not seen each other for quit some time. It all seemed very strange to the both of them, especially to Max. After what Sean was saying about his friends and what his parents were doing to him it seemed very strange indeed. Max felt exactly the same way as Sean did with all of this.



After what seemed like an hour of breakfast time, Sean's mom and dad both said, "Okay everyone time to get to work!"



Sean's dad clapped his hands together as he spoke and he walked over to the door as everyone began to get up. Anna, A.J., Kevin, and his cousins were the first ones out the door, while his dad held the door open for them. They all finally filled out of the kitchen and into the garage for no reason what so ever, thought Sean, that was until he went into the garage after Max.



Sean stared at his transformed garage. There was no room that was being built in the right side of the garage. It was supposed to be an exercise room, but it was never finished and it was now a storage room for miscellaneous items throughout the garage and the house. Sean was not sure what to make of his strange garage.



It was his garage in all sense of the word, but something was truly misplaced. It was rather bigger as you entered, but when you did enter it seemed the same size as ever. There was a mugginess or blurriness to the senses as you stood there in the garage. The garage had everything in the same place but it seemed more tidy, more clean. There was strange equipment in the workbenches on the left side of the garage. There was no cars, which was strange because he remember his parents putting the cars into the garage and he had not seen or heard anything during the night like he would have if they had moved the cars back out. It was truly a foggy memory now. He was not sure what to believe anymore. Sean's sense of reality was frayed, drawn out to a thin strand. He was not even sure if he was sane at all!



He stared around the garage, Max at his elbow, ever his Redeemer and Pillar of Strength, nothing seemed the same, but it was all familiar. Max and Sean just stayed out of the way of everyone and everything not sure what to make of anything.



"My parents did park their cars in here did they not," asked Sean, in a careful tone.



Max just stared out in amazement, "Yes they did."



Neither was sure what to make of what was about to happen either. There were several workbenches prepared with strange implements all scattered in a nice, orderly fashion. Some looked to be hot-iron pokers, some looked like torture devices. His friends, sister, and cousins seemed to know what to do with each and everyone of the instruments at hand. They began to pull out metal sheets from below the workbenches and began to take each tool carefully and start to use them lightly.



Anna took up her crocked iron poker into her hands and began to scrap along the metal sheet making a screeching noise that hurt the ears, terribly. While Anna continued on with torture looking device, Kevin took up another device. It looked to be a large pair of scissors, except that the scissors were crimson as blood. Kevin took the scissors and began to cut the metal sheets. The scissors looked as if they were not even able to cut the metal, but somehow the scissors did is as if the metal was tissue paper.



While all his friends used those kinds of tools his cousins used the most grotesque pieces of instruments imaginable. His cousin Derek picked up what looked like a curved blade made of diamonds. Sean and Max was not sure what the use for that instrument was for but they found out soon enough. Derek took the curved-looking blade, that was very much deformed, and just began to lightly cut down the length of the metal as if he was carving a wooden figure. His cousin Dustin used what looked like a clever, but far shorter. He took the blade across the metal and the metal turned instantly red hot. While it turned red hot, his cousin Brittanie took up her instrument that, actually, looked like giant tweezers. She used the tweezers to pick up the red hot metal and place it on the bench in front of his sister. His sister, Stacey, smashed a hammer-like object down onto the hot metal, molding it. The hammer had a sharp point on the end of it, Sean and Max was not sure what the point was used for, but they found out as Stacey smashed the point down into the middle of the red hot metal sheet. As the hammer point struck sparks flew and what was left was a hole in the middle as big as the point. She had put the point through the metal in one stroke. She did not even break a sweat!



Sean and Max stared on wondering what they were making in the first place. It did seem like weapons, but the finished project was turning into more like the tools they were using to make the metal sheets into. Sean and Max stayed out of the way as Sean's dad, mom, and aunt stood around surveying their handy work and giving instruction when needed. As this continued for some time Sean and Max felt it was time to leave the garage and go outside into the blazing sun.



It was noon as they walked outside, it was only 10 a.m. when they had went into the garage. That was even more strange, but they did notice that Sean's friends and family were making, whatever those tools were, at a good speed. It almost seemed as if they were watching for some hours, but they weren't. Something was not right with the world today and Sean and Max were determined to figure out what that something was.



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