Chapter Seven

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Chapter Seven

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The group danced almost till midnight and then grudgingly went to sleep, Damian and Mikaela slept in one tent and Elizabeth and Karen in the other. The lich didn’t need to sleep, as she wasn’t alive, so they always had someone on guard. The rest of the night passed without any incident.

“Mikaela, Mikaela, wake up!” Damian shook Mikaela, who was still groggy from being woken up so early.

“What’s the rush? It’s not even dawn yet.” The elf complained.

“I want to splash Elizabeth and Karen with water.”

“And you need me why?”

“Because, if I succeed I want to make out with you afterward,” Damian said, blushing.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Mikaela smiled, jumping up to find a bucket.

When they finally found one there was a hole in the bottom.

“There’s a hole in my bucket, dear Mikaela, dear Mikaela.” Damian sang as he used his magic to mend the hole in the bottom.

They stealthily moved towards the girls tent. Damian gained a devilish smile upon seeing the two girls cuddling, Elizabeth’s feathered wings drawn over Karen’s sleeping form so that only her face was visible. He turned to Mikaela and threw the water on them. The girls screamed as the water got poured on them.

“Oh my Dad, did you really pour water on me?” Elizabeth yelled, sitting bolt upright.

“Damian. I. Am. Going. To. Kill. You.” Karen snarled, water dripping from her hair.

“Lay a hand on him and I will make sure you don’t have one anymore.” Mikaela threatened.

“I’m sure we can diffuse this situation.” Damian put in.

“How would you like it if you were sleeping and someone poured water on you?” Elizabeth snapped.

“It would be okay... If Mikaela was with me.” Damian blushed thinking a lustful thought.

Karen looked at Elizabeth smiled and conjured a bucket of water. They threw the bucket on the boys. They started blushing while looking at each other soaking wet.

“I can tell where this is going to go, so please leave.” Karen said in an exasperated tone.

“Fine. If we have too, though, I might not be able to keep my hands off him.” Mikaela picked up his boyfriend.

“You flatter me,” Damian exclaimed with a sarcastic tone.

“Well, I should because I love you.”

Mikaela walked back into their tent and dried themselves off, using magic to close up the tent. Once there, they cuddled and read a book together. Then they went to sleep. Damian couldn’t sleep, as he kept getting shaken by Mikaela while he slept.

“Is he having a nightmare? I wonder what he’s dreaming of?” Damian whispered to himself.

Damian waved his hand over his boyfriend and sprinkled some dust. He entered a trance as he entered Mikaela’s mind. As he opened his eyes, he saw Mikaela tied to a chair with Asher standing over him, kissing him.

“NON! ÉLOIGNEZ-VOUS DE LUI!” Damian screamed, running towards Asher with a spear in hand.

“Oh, the slut’s here.” Mikaela said after Asher stopped kissing him.

“No Mikaela, I know that's not you.” Damian spoke with tears streaking down his face.

“But it is, it’s the real me,” Mikaela spoke with such conviction it made Damian’s heart, or lack of one, bleed.

“A-Asher, let him go. You’ve punished me enough.” Damian stuttered while looking at the man who had been the bane of his existence for thousands of years.

Damian then remembered that it was a dream, all he had to do was leave the dream, wake Mikaela up, and talk to him there. The demon knew that in Mikaela’s mind, he probably didn’t have any control over what he said or did. The demon conjured a bucket of water above his head. The chill of the water brought him out of the dream and back into reality. He conjured another bucket and dumped its contents on Mikaela.

Mikaela’s eyelids opened slowly and he woke up.

“M-my love?” Mikaela had tears in the corners of his eyes.

“I-I’m here.” Damian’s voice was raspy as if he had been crying.

Mikaela lunged upward, wrapping his arms around the smaller, allowing tears to seep into his clothes. The demon wrapped his black wings around the other, capturing the prince in a blanket of warmth and comfort.

“I love you, Mikaela.”

“I love you, too, Damian.”

“I’m sorry! I had no control.” Mikaela cried, desperately trying to receive his boyfriend’s forgiveness.

“Hey, shhh. I’m here, mon seigneur.” Damian flirted while trying to comfort at the same time.

“What?”

“Sorry, I meant my lord.”

“Your lord?” Mikaela chuckled, drying his tears and trying to hide his blush.

“I mean you are a demon lord, I thought it was fitting. Or do you prefer to be called Kaela?” Damian smiled, running his fingers through Mikaela’s hair.

“If you call me Kaela, then what shall I call you?” Mikaela asked, sleepily.

“Call me your love.” Damian murmured softly.

“Okay,” Mikaela sighed softly, “My love~”