Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ By the Hand of Destiny: Book One; The Journey to Destiny ❯ Chapter Ten : Hell Seraph Latermia ( Chapter 10 )

Lemon warning in this chapter. Who you ask, well read and find out.

So on with the fic…

Hell wonders at the strangeness of the events that have occurred since her arrival on the Vione. She believes the source of these events to be the strange woman, Destiny, but is unsure how. Why is that woman being held under guard and what link does she have to herself, and to Dilandau? Once again anger, frustration and acts of jealousy are taken out on an unknowing but not unwilling slayer; the repercussions of such actions causing pain to both parties but in different ways.

Continue the journey of Destiny…

Chapter Ten: Hell Seraph Latermia

Written by Dilandau's_girl

I never imagined if before and yet it had seemed so familiar. His hands were warm and slightly callous; so similar to his burning eyes, which had been filled with such lust and passion. Was this what I had planned to happen when I had faced Kuja? If it had been my plan to seduce him it had failed terribly and the tables turned.

Every action, every move I had made had been influenced by him. Although his strength outmatched mine I had refused to be subdued so easily that night, yet I found it ironic that his face did not carry the mark mine obviously did. I had tried so hard to remain non-complacent but regardless of the circumstance I had capitulated to his need simply because they mirrored my own. Yet I had still fought for dominance in that confrontation, the bruise marring my face was a sign of how much of a failure it had been. Perhaps I had unknowingly encouraged him more so by my defiant actions. Did he have any idea what he was doing to me mentally and physically, by doing what he had?

In truth Dilandau and myself were incredibly similar. My insubordination towards him was bound to spark some reaction, as it would have done to me had any pupil of mine given me cause to do so. I just never believed he would try and break me in such a way. Yet that other part of me, the part that came alive when I fought milked him for everything he could give me. I could feel his strong beating heart drumming against my chest as he slept soundly. The tyrannical man that was usually present in the boy, whom was on top of me, lay dormant. I could hardly believe he was the same person for his features were so peaceful and contented. He didn't resemble the control freak present last night. That grin had now been replaced by a genuine contented smirk, the strands of his silver hair and soothing breath tickling my skin causing me to shiver ever so slightly.

He looked so childish and defenceless; if I ever had a chance to finish my job it would have been now. I could have grabbed the dagger from last night, which lay by his bedside table and ended this charade once and for all. No noise, no struggle and no chance of being discovered; the perfect kill! And yet I did not desire to end his life. The bounty meant nothing to me now. Perhaps this was one of the threats, which my employer feared, his ability to control and influence people with such ease. I should have ended his life then for I could never be tied down to any man, let alone Dilandau. It would have been to great a handicap, worrying that he may be killed while I was not by his side. Such weakness appalled me and yet I found myself so attracted to Dilandau that I feared I might become dependant on his mere presence.

I could not fool myself, it was highly likely that he had had his way with many other women whenever the whim had taken him, even at his young age; yet it did not dishearten me. It was in his character to be the way he was and who was I to change it. His words still swarmed my mind, 'You are mine now, do not attempt to leave, ever!' Was it that simple to leave the life I once knew behind me, the people I knew and had trained in my own short life. Perhaps, yet I still knew that if it were ever possible there would be a price.

I could hear the robin's warbling discords even at the altitude we were flying. Normally I woke to the sound of the lark, its heavenly song signalling the beginning of a new dawn, but today it had been overpowered by the small bird's plaintive tune. I was quite happy to remain where I was for the time being. Ever since I woke that morning I had been thinking over the past days, which I had been staying on the Vione; about the uncharacteristic things I had been doing which had left me startled. Little ideas that had been brought forward; for instance at dinner, why did I try and do such a thing to Dilandau and last night what possessed me to go to such extremes. I had had little control over what happened; yet I had. I was greatly confused at this time being and my intent was to find out what was going on.

The conversation I overheard between Kuja and Dilandau also puzzled me. Kuja had said that she had some sort of ability; he could feel everything she felt to an extent, the partner also experiencing the emotions and feelings that they felt. Now surely what he described was the same as what I experienced with Dilandau last night. I must admit that I had never felt anything like it before. Even now I could still feel it coursing through me. Had it been something to do with her, Destiny? Her very name no doubt was filled with controversy. I knew that she knew more about me than she let on, she and Lord Folken. If that were true then leaving this place before my cover was blown would have been the safest decision; I had already spent too much time there. Even if I hadn't completed my task I should have left then.

I snapped out of my thoughts determined to leave before he woke, although I had no intention of leaving the Vione I had to leave this chamber. As I eased myself from under Dilandau he stirred and leaned further across me, his arms closing around me but he didn't wake and I eventually managed to slip from his hold. It was unlikely that he would stay asleep for long so I had to work quickly and quietly. I couldn't help chuckling to myself as I bent down to grab my undergarment from the floor; this was so similar to the tales that mother used to tell me about her liaisons with my father. He took her as his mistress while his poor wife was pregnant with his child, nearing her last colour; I recall vividly her telling me that she did exactly this to him, slipping away before he woke. Every morning was the same for her, creeping out of the room like a thief. Little did he know what the result of his dealings with mother would cause. Luckily there was no chance of an mishap like that happening with me, not just yet. Then again accidents did happen I mused lightly. It wasn't till my ninth cycle that he eventually found out that not only did he have a son of over eleven rotations at home, but a daughter who was being trained as an Asturian assassin.

I pulled on my underwear and reached for my gown. I stared down at the tattered material, it lay in a heap where Dilandau had discarded it, after slicing it down the middle to remove me from its binding hold last night; it was beyond wear. Another gown, that I recalled him discarding, lay over the chair next to his bed; it was obviously for me. It made me wonder; had he had this second gown crafted simply for the purpose that he would never have the patience to keep from destroying the previous? While I went to pull the fresh gown over my head I heard someone clear their throat and I glanced up to see Dilandau staring at me.

"Oh," I muttered, "Your up."

"Where do you think your going?" he asked an amused tone audible in his voice, arching an eyebrow in interest as I continued to slip the gown over my head.

"You were sleeping so… I thought I would go and do some training, why?" I managed to respond calmly as he continued to stare at me.

"Oh is that so, not planning on leaving were you? You do remember what I told you last night, don't you?" I swallowed hard and nodded slowly.

"I will not contravene your wishes Dilandau, if that is what you desire." I replied a little shakily as I gathered my sword belt from the floor and headed towards the door, slowly opening it.

"Where do you think your going, Hell?" he asked again and I turned back to him, my hand still resting on the handle as I watched him as he wrapped a sheet around his waist and walked towards me. "I never gave you permission to leave." He continued as he leaned forward and pulled my hand away from the handle.

"I'm going to do some training Dilandau." I replied pulling away before I lost control of my actions; just the thought of last night sent shivers down my spine.

He lost focus for a brief moment, his form swaying slightly from some unseen force and he shook his head to seemingly clear his mind. Instantly I took the chance to escape. If he hadn't… if whatever happened, hadn't happened then I doubt I would have left the chamber at all that day!

I left the room before he could stop me. But I wasn't foolish enough to go straight to the training room; that would be the first place he would look after he changed into his uniform. I wandered around the other side of the Vione for a short while before finally heading towards the training room.

I couldn't concentrate on anything because my mind was swarming with so many thoughts and questions, not to mention what my body was feeling. I felt considerably more drained than I usually would. I would have considered returning to my bed if had known that he would not be there. I didn't need the aggravation which would have followed had I remained in the room or returned to bed like a willing wench. No doubt he was already pulling the fortress apart to find his newest play thing and would perform some sort of reprimand, but at least I had had a short time to try and clear my head.

I replaced my sword into its scabbard and drew one of my twin daggers from its place at my hip, going through some simple routines as I got used to using it again; I had been depending on my sword too much of late.

My hands dropped to my side and I sighed in defeat; it was no good I just couldn't concentrate. I knelt placing the dagger on the ground and sat staring at it thoughtfully before repeating the action with its counterpart. I smiled fondly at them, for the person who had given them to me. You tend to receive such objects from a teacher not from the one you taught but that was exactly how I had obtained my daggers. My old pupil had had them crafted for me by one of Asturia's best blacksmiths with the money he had obtained from his very first mission as a trained assassin.

Each dagger was crafted from precious metal and stones, a prize possession for any assassin. Both were simple in design, the left hand dagger had a short handle and at the top was a circular pommel, devil horns resting on it with an arrow like tail reaching down from the crosspiece. On either side of the crosspiece was a simple magenta amethyst, polished to a perfect shine. The style of the right dagger was of similar design to the left but the horns on the pommel were replaced by a halo and the gems embellishing the crosspiece were replaced with that of the finest pearls. Both symbolised the two sides of my personality; my dark side, the side that came to life through my lively hood and my light side, the side of me that was kind hearted when concerning friends and lovers. My dear Stealth, his gift brought tears to my eyes. Sometimes I think I should never have agreed to train him, you tend to find that hearts as pure as his should never be corrupted. That was twice that I had stolen his innocence and yet after all I had put him through he still remained loyal to me. One of the few people I knew I could trust with my life.

Slowly I gathered the daggers into my hand and felt their familiar weight before returning them to their normal place at my hip, leaning heavily against the training room wall.

"So there you are, woman!" sarcasm dripped from the voice that came from the room entrance and I looked up to find Dilandau lounging against the frame. "I have been looking for you. Did you really believe that you could escape me for long." He spoke as he made his way towards me till we were barely a foot apart.

"I thought that since you got what you wanted from me last night you would leave me alone." I almost whimpered, biting my lower lip to stop myself as he pushed me against the wall and ran his hand up my waist. Why was it that he had so much control over me? I could do nothing to stop him; I was his willing victim.

"Is that what you want me to do, really?" he murmured against the skin of my neck as he nipped at it teasingly. My body was already heating up from just his touch, wanting more and I barely managed to whisper my reply. "What was that, Hell?" I heard Dilandau chuckle as he fiddled with the straps of my gown, tugging them aside and moving his lips to caress the flesh they had covered.

I closed my eyes trying to prevent myself from voicing the pleasure I was experiencing. I felt the sensation of his body against mine as he pressed against me, his hands coming down to undo the tie of his pants.

"Well?" he whispered tauntingly.

"No." My answer obviously pleased him for I felt his lips curve into a satisfied smirk as his nimble fingers unclipped my sword belt allowing it to fall freely to the ground. His hands came down to gather the bottom of my gown, pulling it up till it came to my hips and he pushed me to and up the cold wall. My legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, pulling him closer as I ran my arms around his neck, arching against him wantonly.

It was different from last night's experience; this time was slightly gentler as he lowered me onto him, but not that much. Our breaths were low and controlled as he began to move within me. I held onto him tightly as I was pushed further up the wall, the pleasure of his constant rhythm consuming my body as I attempted to meld closer to him and I whimpered slightly, as his pace began to increase. I felt his hands tighten on my waist as he began to pull me down onto him harder and I couldn't help but let out a low moan of pleasure, one which was muffled slightly by his mouth coming down onto mine in a passionate kiss.

"Lord Dilandau!"

My eyes flew open when I heard the familiar voice calling out into the room. Dilandau broke the kiss, licking his lips as he slowed his pace but did not stop; his only reaction was to raise a finger to my lips before returning it to my waist.

"Lord Dilandau?" once again came the imperatively toned call for the hallway and I heard the faint sound of impatient shuffling feet.

"What is it, Gatti?" Dilandau shouted out in obvious aggravation. His firm grip on my waist slackened and I was lowered slightly down the wall.

"Sir…" he stuttered.

"Hurry up…I'm busy." Came the sharp reply. I lowered my head to Dilandau's shoulder and tried to slow my breathing as he continued to thrust into me, taking me to where we were both aspiring to reach. When I finally reached it I clung onto him helplessly, my body arching and convulsing further against him and I couldn't help but let out a strangled cry of pleasure as the numbing feeling which had been steadily filling me reached its peak, completely consuming me.

"It's Lord Folken, Sir…He wishes to see you." The Slayer continued in a startled voice after a long pause.

"Tell him that I am other wise engaged. I'll talk to him later." And he continued his previous, constant pace, obviously determined to climax himself.

"He said immediately, Lord Dilandau, it seemed important. I think it's concerning the woman we have been guarding."

Finally Dilandau choked out an inaudible cry, one muffled as he forced his head against my neck. His hands tightened painfully at my waist and he moaned out heavily as I felt the familiar feeling of his release inside of me. Gradually he slowed his movements to a stop and I reluctantly began to un-twine my legs from around his waist. I looked into his eye, a mix of obvious lust and apathy and gave him a half smile as his warm breath tickled my face, causing my hair to brush my flushed skin.

"You'd better go." I whispered quietly as he withdrew from me and allowed me to slide to the floor.

"I'm not finished with you yet." he murmured in my ear and pushed me hard against the wall again and began to inspect the bruise on my face, admiring his handy work no doubt. I flinched from his touch for a brief moment before running my hand into his damp bangs and guiding his head down to mine.

"Lord Dilandau?" Gatti called out from the corridor expectantly and Dilandau's head, which had been lowering towards my lips, snapped up, pulling out of my hold.

"Tell him I'll be with him shortly. I just have some business to finish."

"Yes, Sir." Gatti shouted and I could hear his armour clatter as he ran out of hearing range rather hastily. Dilandau's hand grabbed hold of my armj as soon as he had retied his pants and proceeded to drag me out of the training room. It was obvious that he wanted to get this over as soon as possible.

As we reached the room where the woman, Destiny, was being held I saw Gatti and Dalet standing in front of the door. Without a word Dilandau threw the door open and dragged me in after him. As I past him Gatti's eyebrow rose in a suggestive manor and I glared at him as I tried to force the flushness from my cheeks before anyone could see. I stepped into the room closing the door behind me and I heard Dalet ask Gatti what had happened but I didn't here his reply. If he valued his life, he would keep his mouth shut.

"I care not why you have summoned me, Folken, for it is you who owe me an explanation." I heard Dilandau announce as the door closed. "What was your spy there doing to me last night, and how?"

"What she was doing was nothing more than a mere test of loyalty, but I have not summoned you here, Dilandau, it was Destiny who wished to see you."

Slowly I walked up to Lord Folken's side as he spoke and stared at the woman as she began to talk to Dilandau. He had moved over to her, an intrigued and bemused look on his face as she ranted on about things that connected her to last night's experience with him. My face grew hot and I restrained myself from acting on my first thoughts; to shut her up before she spoke again. I could have happily run her through with my sword at that moment!

"She's been this way for a while now." Lord Folken spoke, his eyes never tarring from Destiny. "She simply said that she needed to see Dilandau. I can't divulge any other information. It would have probably been better if Dilandau hadn't brought you with him."

I stared at Folken in shock but my gaze rested on him for a short time before I noticed Destiny had quietened down and was advancing towards Dilandau. Her green eyes held an intensity that I had never seen before, their normal calm reflective sheen gone. I saw Dilandau lean closer as they spoke in whispered words, never breaking the gaze they had on each other and I gasped out in surprise when Destiny leaned forward and pulled Dilandau to her in a kiss. I went to move towards them but Lord Folken's metal hand came down onto my wrist and I stopped moving instantly. I felt the tips of his metal fingers digging into my skin and I bit my lip trying not to cry out or show any weakness.

"Leave them." he said his voice calm and controlled. "She is only getting what she needs." I continued to stare in disbelief as Dilandau pulled her closer to him his hands moving to her waist, deepening the kiss with every second passing.

Only when I noticed Dilandau's hands fall loosely to his sides and it looked like it was only Destiny holding him up did I move. I grabbed him from her hold and flung him against the wall. He staggered for a moment before falling back and landing on the floor. His dazed expression showed how drained he was. How could that be, he had been fine a moment ago? Again everything fell on her; she seemed to be behind everything that happened recently.

"Satyr." I hissed at him as I turned back around and brought my hand across Destiny's face. The hit knocked her down to the bed. I would have continued to deal her what I thought would be a decent amount of abuse for all that she had made me go through, had I not noticed that she had fallen unconscious. There was no use doing something to her now, I would wait till she was recovered before continuing what I had started. I turned walking back towards the door and opened it.

"What about him?" Lord Folken asked and pointed to the dazed Dilandau on the floor.

"What about him, Lord Folken? He's not my concern, let him fend for himself; he has a way of doing that." I hissed viciously before slamming the door behind me as I left. Before I had even left the room I knew I had to get my own back on Dilandau. No one messed with me and got away with it. He may have thought that I belonged to him, but I sure as hell didn't.

As I exited the room I sighed heavily and ran my hand through my hair.

"Bastard," I hissed as I leaned back against the door, my mind full of confusion and uncertainty. My eyes snapped open as I felt something brush my cheek and I looked up to see Dalet, a concerned look replacing his normally carefree expression.

"What happened?" He asked softly, his fingers tracing the outline of my bruise with deliberate tenderness.

"Where do you want to start?" I laughed although in all honesty I could have wept, for inside I was racing with emotions I just couldn't seem to understand or control. "The bruise is a statement and a reaction to me not giving Dilandau what he wanted."

"You seemed to be giving him exactly what he wanted earlier!" Gatti sniggered under his breath. My head snapped up at his comment and in my rage I grabbed him by his armoured jacket and, despite his weight, threw him full force against Destiny's chamber wall. There was a sickening sound as Gatti's head hit the stone and blood began to seep through his dirty blond curtains and down his face. Instantly I made my way towards him my eyes darkening as I saw the fear in him; fear I had only seen towards Dilandau.

"If you every mention anything to anyone I swear your body will never be found. I don't care for Zaibach's rules, I make my own; OK!" I pulled back reluctantly when I felt Dalet's hand on my shoulder and got up.

As I left the hall and headed towards my room I could hear Dalet behind me and smirked. He was too predictable, or perhaps it was just that I was apt at reading men's minds. I knew what I intended to do and a part of me did feel bad… for gods sake I had only just let Dilandau take me only a short while before. He still had him mark on me… inside me and yet… I reached my door and turned to face him as he opened his mouth to say something. My hands grabbed him pulling him against me and kissed him wantonly. If Dilandau could do such things with that woman I could see nothing wrong with going further.

We both ended up in my room, the door locked in case someone, mainly Dilandau, interrupted us again. Dalet seemed constantly nervous about something but as I began to undress him he became more focused and began to reciprocate my actions by removing my gown. His smile returned to his face, he was once again the Dalet I had grown so fond of. His technique was long and slow. He was a compassionate and caring bedmate having non-of the rough and harshness Dilandau had shown and although I hated to say it, however pleasurable my experience with Dalet was, I preferred Dilandau. In all honestly I wished it where he making love to me instead of Dalet, although it would always simply be sex.

We lay silent in each other's arms for some time content in just being in each other's presence, neither wanting to break the contented atmosphere, which would indeed be shattered if we spoke.

"He'll kill me for this." Dalet finally murmured sleepily, breaking the silence.

"Who?" I asked as I ran my hand over his hair, admiring the silky feeling of it against my skin. He moved against me his hands running over my body in such a soothing action that when he stopped I felt like begging him to continue. My plea never left my mouth as he looked at me with such sadness.

"I'm not dumb Hell, I know what happened between you and Lord Dilandau. When he finds out that I've lay with you my life won't be worth living." he went silent for a time before he spoke again and when he did he leaned down, his lips brushing mine ever so softly. "It was worth it." he whispered against them. "I would kill to experience it again." I smiled at him fondly and went to kiss him.

"Don't!" he said quickly pulling back and slipped out of bed.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I sat up pulling the quilt around me.

"I know I can never have it again, have you again. You are Lord Dilandau's woman," he said sullenly as he pulled his uniform back on, re-clipping his blue armoured boots over the constricting black leather of his pants. "I can't kid myself, however much I want to, god how I want to. Pretend that you could be mine and not his but..."

The poor soul never had a change to finish for the next moment my door swung open. The lock that had been secured to the wall now lay broken from its holder by the impact of someone's foot on it. I felt the sickening feeling of déjà vu over come me as I watched Dilandau stride into the room, grab hold of Dalet by the neck and force him up against the nearest wall. I could still tell that he was immensely drained from whatever he had experienced with Destiny, yet he managed to gather enough strength to lift Dalet from the floor. I wrapped the light under sheet from under the quilt around me and ran over to where both young men were.

"You couldn't help yourself could you Dalet." Dilandau shouted as his knee came up to hit Dalet directly in the stomach and I heard him cry out in pain as Dilandau's grip on his throat tightened. I shouted out for him to stop, grasping his arm and pulling back but, despite how drained he seemed, his strength had not given out. What's more Dalet did not fight back, seeming to retrain from the impulse of trying to save himself. He'd let himself die out of loyalty to his lord… because it was his lord who was doing this?

"You're killing him Dilandau!" I shouted as I grabbed hold of his hands but they only tightened even more. Dalet's eyes, wide with terror, soon began to dim, loosing their shine and his form began to slacken. "For gods sake, you can't kill one of your men like this. He's not even fighting back, Dilandau!"

When I finally managed to tear Dilandau away, Dalet collapsed to the floor coughing violently, his body shaking terribly from the harsh coughing and tremors running through and from his body.

"If you ever touch her again I swear I'll kill you, Dalet." he spat at the crumpled form on the floor, which was trying to kneel before him.

"Are you mad?" I shouted. "It wasn't just his doing."

"I should kill you as well! What the hell did you think you were doing; taking one of my men to your bed?"

"Did you expect me to just let you get away with what you did with that woman?" I responded harshly.

"I hardly did a thing to her, I definitely didn't sleep with her." he bellowed back as I dropped to the floor beside Dalet.

"You certainly did something with her." I muttered "And she had something to do with what happened last night." I lifted Dalet's head up to look at his neck, letting out a small cry of alarm at the state it was in.

"You bastard, look at what you've done!" I whispered viciously as I helped the brunette to his feet.

"Drop him!" came the harsh command.

"You have to be joking. Do you think I'm going to leave him here like this?" I retorted sharply, staring at him in disgust.

"That's exactly what I mean." He replied just as viciously yet I ignored him, turning my attention back to the coughing Dalet.

"If you touch him again, Dilandau, I swear you'll regret it!" I said warningly as I leaned Dalet against the wall for a second as I firstly pulled on the first clothes I could find then ran to the wash room and returned with a glass of water. "Drink this Dalet," I instructed him and let him lean his weight on me. I heard him choke out his thanks and raised the glass to his lips only to start coughing violently again. I felt anger burning inside me, he could hardly swallow let alone talk and yet he had said his thanks despite the pain it must have caused him. Slowly I began to help him out of the room.

"Where the hell do you think your going, we aren't finished yet!" Dilandau called out.

"He needs a healer and I'm not willing to let him get there by himself." I replied. "We'll finish the conversation later, but I don't want to see you, not till I'm ready. You'll know when I want to talk." I could see the rage in Dilandau's eyes but my concern was concentrated on only Dalet as I left the room, not the noise of my furnishings being destroyed in a fit of rage or the person who had destroyed them.

"I'm sorry!" I whispered while I held Dalet's hand as the healer went about her way of administering to his neck. "I knew how he would react when he found out, but I still went along with it. I thought you would be gone by the time he arrived. Why didn't he take it out on me instead?"

I smoothed away the locks, which had fallen over his pale face and stared into his forgiving eyes. Unwanted tears formed in my own eyes as his hand came up and touched my face. It rested on my cheek and I leaned into it. "You knew didn't you, you knew why I was doing it and yet..." I sighed my heart full of regret. "I'm so sorry." I pulled away and went to head towards the door but his hand caught me by the arm and I spun around to see his other hand raised to his neck.

"Don't be sorry, I'm as much to blame as you." he wheezed out as he let go of me and settled back into the bed. "He had every right to do what he did… but it was worth it." I smiled at him and left him in the capable hands of the healer while I went to leave myself in the capable hands of alcohol.