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When Wrath looked through the sudden crack in the veil and saw the terrified and angry son of Lucifer looking back at it, it laughed. It knew about summonings, random Elementals from higher levels of Hell entering the mortal world – sometimes out of curiosity, sometimes out of the bad luck of being chosen. It wasn’t something that Wrath thought about too much – of course Hell was a monotone landscape at this point, millennia passing fast like seconds, human souls spilling inside either for pleasure or pain with little to no distinction between them, not even reaching the place where Wrath ruled. Either way, summonings were something lesser demons partook in, as the magic required for that was not powerful enough to reach stronger beings, let alone the Wrath. But this time – this time was different. This time Morningstar's progeny was fueling the ritual with so much delicious rage it had to burn its way straight into Wrath’s dominion, deep into the bowels of Hell. But it didn’t mean anything, the frightened human part of him would take a step back and the veil would close again. Wrath knew it would come any second now – its countless eyes seeing every drop of sweat, every twitch, every tremble of hands. Call if you will, but who will answer you? To which of the Unholy Ones will you turn? it asked, laughing at him. 

Don’t you like what you see? What are you going to do about it?

Through all his fear, how wonderfully that human burned, how he yearned for vindication before those who wronged him, needing just a little push, a little nudge to stand straighter, to catch flames hot enough to burn those who were trying to control him. It was enticing, the concept to do it all over again, even for a short moment. 

So Wrath launched forward, the crack between realms barely big enough, barely holding itself open long enough to let it go through. 

The room was tiny. It was already filled with Elementals of different kinds, most of them talking to each other at the same time, some variations of what and why. There was a circle of salt, poorly lined, with cracks that wouldn’t really hold an imp inside if it wiggled hard enough. But Wrath decided to be civil – it looked upon current forms of the Elementals, all of them anthropomorphic and simple in construction so it limited itself to that. It took some trying, its shadows and fires wanting to explore further, reach beyond the circle, into the room, into the walls. It decided however, that its new human pet project was already anxious enough and that would not be a good beginning to their relationship. So it waited patiently, keeping to itself, focused on clumsy movements of the mortal body as its summoner approached the circle.

“You… you will be named Swiss.”

Ah, yes, the naming. All things in the universe needed a name, and Wrath wasn’t fond of its own, so a new one was a pleasant change. Did it matter what the new one would be? It had a nice hissing sound to it, short and simple. It nodded, Swiss it would be. 

It took a long second before one of the Elementals approached them, and Swiss shifted its focus on it. It was a Water Elemental but… broken. Burned and rebuilt, scared in so many places, yet still whole, fires roaring in it bright and hot. It was beautiful beyond belief. Swiss wanted to devour it right here, right now, see how it was possible, to be rebuilt like that, but everyone seemed a little tense right now. Not even mentioning that it just seemed unwise to get close to anyone here. He was in the mortal plane only for a moment. 

There was apparently some hierarchy that needed to be established, as Dewdrop explained. Swiss felt other Elementals uneasiness, fear mixed with curiosity, caution mixed with adoration towards the Hell's Angel. But Dewdrop wasn’t fearful, wasn’t adoring. It stood straight before Swiss, intrigued, head tilted as it stated it was not interested in giving up the role of the leader and was willing to fight for it if needed, no matter the inevitable outcome. Swiss would love to fight, to bite into its flames, to taste its ichor, the very essence that was so crudely and cruelly desecrated by humans… But, again, it wasn't the best idea and it also wasn't fond of any type of leadership – it didn't come here to lead anyone, it had other plans. 

It looked at the hand outstretched to it, invitation and promise of something interesting, and it took it with glee – worrying about consequences would come later. Swiss let its form change and solidify, tucking away its shadows for later. It stayed close to what he saw on Dewdrop as it really didn’t care that much about the way this illusion would look – simple black attire, simpler even than the one Elementals were wearing, as anything could be really polished up later. It did change the mask, just slightly, cutting it off around where the human's mouth was – how else could they show teeth in this form? Elementals changed with it around the room, Dewdrop first, then others.

It felt a little stiff, in this confined suit, but it was manageable if not a little painful. It tested its limbs, so little of them, so limiting, a fun challenge to explore later. It thought for a second how to convey to Lucifer’s son that sure, it could work with that, and searched its memory for something that would express it without being overly overwhelming. How do humans express acceptance, it asked Elementals, neither in particular, but that was a little white lie, as it looked directly at Dewdrop. Smile came as an answer, quick flashes of what it meant for humans and what it looked like in the human body. Yeah, that’s the thing, it could do that, bare its teeth in delight, it was good at doing that.

A little human smile came as an answer. It was adorable, and Swiss took it as an invitation to take a look around. Its shadows creeped throughout the room, signaling that it posed no threat to anyone, learning little things here and there – names, purposes. It got to one named Aether, a glorious Quintessence Elemental, and how truly amazing and… Really, how amazing it was to learn it was Dewdrop’s mate, so proud and electrifying, little zaps welcoming its shadows. It learned humans called the summons Ghouls, another title that it took burying the previous ones deep down. 

Then it looked at the dead animal on the floor. 

“By all means. It’s yours,” said Lucifer’s son, pointing at the carcass. 

What was it supposed to do with that? Swiss wasn’t really interested in sacrifices, not like its vengeful father, there was almost no soul left that it could taste, and, really, it was a lamb. Lucifer’s son stood in the room before Swiss, and a welcoming feast offered to Swiss was supposed to be a lamb…? Dead one?? Swiss crouched next to the animal, hand reaching into the wound, blood cold by now as it was killed hours ago and with such disdain for the killing itself it left a permanent mark in its fading away essence. 

“Don’t you like it? Would you rather have it… cooked?”

Swiss was so lost already, and it was in mortal realm no longer than a blink. It looked at the carcass, at the human, head tilted to show confusion as it learned in the meantime. It needed instructions, what was expected of it from this very strange interaction. It looked at Dewdrop, as it was the leader of the pack after all so it had to have answers. Dewdrop form crackled with laughter, smell of burned leaves filled Swiss’ mind, as it kneel before the carcass and cut meat from it, its teeth tearing pieces, tongue licking the blood. Why was the main question. There’re bits of soul still in it, it answered. 

Like Hell there were, no wonder those Elementals looked slightly malnourished. 

There would be some changes to make in this little mortal world, it thought to itself, even if its eyes followed the dripping blood on Dewdrop’s chin, hunger building in Swiss, burning need to lick this worthless liquid of the Elemental, to make it bleed ichor straight onto Swiss’ tongue. Awful idea, but so tempting. 

The human said something that Swiss didn’t catch, moved around a bit and darted to the door. Swiss thought about staying with the pack. He looked as Dewdrop and Aether shared those nonexistent pieces of soul of the lamb between each other, so close with each other, their essences blending together just slightly, and decided that it needs to get the Hell out for now. Something weird was spreading through Swiss like fire through dry leaves and it wasn't kin to check if it has anything to do with certain Elemental. 

It stood step behind the human, keeping its eyes away from the pack, because, Lucifer gave it strength, it would lose its cool and do things that would be considered overstepping.

“Uhm, you can stay with the rest.” Yeah, no, thank you, Lucifer’s child, I will make my exit and maybe lick some soul of you in the meantime, it thought.

“Do you want to come with me? Because you don’t have to. I’m fine. I will just sleep.”

And sleep was… Oh, it’s when they lose consciousness to recharge. Amazing, that’s a plus, nod nod, can we move finally?

“Fine, but don’t blame me when it gets boring. Feel free to go to the Pit whenever you decide.”

Pit? At least this place provided some space for the summons, there would be time for that later. For now, Swiss was happy to just escape this room, leaving barely some walls between it and the pack, even if it felt eyes burning a hole in its back. Oh, how it wanted to look into them.

—**—

There were so many walls and so many humans in the building, and so much life just outside of it. So many emotions, simple and cute, although it was mostly picking up Lucifer’s son ones – mix of pride, uneasiness, fear and confusion and something tastier just below it. They entered another room that smelled like… What was his name actually? He probably had one, like everything. Swiss looked through bits and pieces it hastily learned so far and picked the word Elementals used for him. Copia. The room smelled like Copia. Swiss stood near the doors, taking the place apart, finding rats in the walls, who smelled it with curiosity, some ancestral instinct telling them there's nothing to fear. 

Copia was taking off his clothes, glancing quickly at Swiss, averting his eyes when he thought he was being watched, which was funny, as Swiss was watching everything at the moment, very intensely at that. Human anatomy wasn’t what it put a lot of thought into years ago, so now, trying to dissect it as more clothes fell to the ground was a nice puzzle. Copia was also puzzled by something, but Swiss didn’t pry, little unsure if looking inside the human head wouldn't break him. So it waited, as Copia approached it, half clothed.

“I need to know. You… chose this, si? I’m not forcing you or anything… Because if I do… you are free to leave anytime you want. Not only from this room, from… from this place whatsoever, from me… Omega wanted to leave and I let him, you know. Fuck, what I am even saying, it was not my decision to make, I just make it possible for him to leave as he wanted. And you can do it too, anytime, seriously…”

Copia was so nervous, none of what he was saying was what he was feeling, which was confusing, incoherent to Swiss, it’s not supposed to work like this, the constant contradictions. It grasped human speech, or was trying to, but it would normally communicate through a mix of emotions, a cacophony of what was and what is, images and scents and sounds and anything in between shared through the music of the cosmos. Basing communication so heavily on simple words was, sure, a popular choice among those who interacted more with human souls residing in Hell. For Swiss it felt foreign but it was willing to learn if needed. It couldn’t do it another way with a human, it seems. On the other hand, when Swiss decipher the meaning of what Copia was saying it was confused even more. Of course it was here because it wanted to, it wasn’t in the mortal realm for ages now, and it seemed fun, watching little Lucifer’s offspring bloom into something more. There was also this thought, quiet but persistent, of biting into those delicious Elementals, into that particular Fire Elemental, learning them, drinking them up, feeling that fire on its… But that was beyond the realm of possibilities, really. It was nice to think about it, being part of something again, but on its own volition, being close to someone, feeling their essence flow through you with the sweet taste of ichor carrying it. To open up and blend together completely till singular I stops existing and there’s only We, changed and rebuilded in the process into more. To satiate the hunger for that more…

No, wait, this couldn't be happening. This train of thoughts, persistent and unyielding, it shouldn't be there.

Wrath was sure it would never happen again, that consuming need to be close to anyone on that level, to want anyone so endlessly – that instantaneous connection, unfathomable hunger, familiar to it in the worst way possible. Because that's what it was, Swiss realized with some level of horror, recognition hitting it in the face. It wasn’t supposed to happen again, not like this, not to it, not ever, especially not now, it just appeared here, didn't even look around yet, wasn't sure if staying was even worth it. It changed everything, suddenly and without warning, trying to shift its priorities forcefully, but Swiss was determined to ignore it, one way or another, not every cosmic decision beyond its understanding needed a follow up. It was just an unexpected problem Wrath needed to bury deep, deep down and never let it resurface, simple as that. Focus on the correct now, because now — right now — Swiss was here and it was confused.

“It could be fun to stay. I will… uhm… If I know what you like I can provide it for you, gladly. If you wanna eat humans I can find some motherfuckers worth killing, I can… I don’t know, give you my Netflix password or take you on a trip, or… Fuck, just please, tell me what you want from this, Swiss.”

Souls? Sure, some souls would be nice, maybe some knowledge about the mortal world and whatever kind of entertainment it provided. Swiss would of course gladly accept humans, but mostly to feed those poor Elementals. But that was an afterthought. Right now it had Lucifer’s son, Copia, standing before it. He was so unsure and so human in it, all of those slivers of soul, sweet and inviting, sipping from him, just asking to be tasted. How could it say no to it? Swiss slowly reached its tongue, just as a test, a little lick on the tip of Copia's nose. It was intoxicating – familiar and new, both mixing into something beautiful. 

Divine.

Copia smiled at it, which was nice, it would be problematic if he recoiled in horror and disgust – humans tend to vary in taste depending on their emotions. Till that moment in its life Swiss mostly tasted fear, which it liked, but everything can get boring in larger quantities. Plus licking someone who didn’t want to be licked wasn’t polite. But smile? What a nice invitation it was, to taste taste taste, its tongue gathering little bits, tasting the sweat on Copia’s forehead, learning curves of his face. It was good, so good, Swiss wanted more, sliding into warm mouth, saliva and arousal, their tongues intermingling, hot and wet, and Copia was responding beautifully, until he didn’t. Taste changed and Swiss retracted immediately, looking at its human with silent question.

“Well, I’m easy, but not that easy. Buy a guy a dinner first or at least give me some flowers, stuff like that…”

He patted Swiss on the shoulder and just hid away behind another door, not wanting Swiss to follow. Flowers…? Did it misunderstood? Was it a word for something else than just plants? Dinner it vaguely understood as of now, dinner meant food and food was important to humans, needed, they got their energy from it, maybe. But flowers and stuff like that? For what reason and why right after Swiss tasted him on such a casual level? Something then clicked in Swiss’ mind. Did it accidentally initiate some weird human mating ritual and it required offerings? It wasn’t particularly angry at the thought of it. If Lucifer’s son needed a friend, and it looked like he did, Swiss might consider forming some relationship with him. The reward would be worth it, the idea of presenting Copia, leaking with soul, to other Ghouls, tasting it first and sharing with them. It knew they didn’t taste him yet, there was hunger in their eyes, in Dewdrop’s and Aether’s eyes, when they looked at Copia. All of that was new to Swiss, so brilliant and exciting, some entirely unique feelings were waking up in it as it looked at Copia when he entered the room again.

“If you stay, at least make yourself comfortable.”

In this little suit? It could try, slowly letting its shadow seep into the shadows of the room, enveloping it in palpable darkness, just enough to not be noticeable. That was better, felt more natural to be everywhere and it got Copia permission to do so. Copia fell asleep fast. His breath even, heartbeat less rapid. Swiss stood next to the bed and smiled, its shadows smiling with it. It lightly touched Copia temple, not because it was necessary, but because it wanted to and it could do whatever it wanted. Don't worry Copia, son of Morning Star, I won't bite you, at least not till you ask me, it told him, and Copia smiled through his dream.

Then it went to explore, leaving part of itself to watch over Copia. It needed to find flowers, after all.

—**—

Swiss walked around what they called The Ministry for a few mortal hours, much longer than its stroll with Copia before, although not as exciting without his human bag of emotions just a step ahead of it. It was a nice building, constructed upon a pocket dimension and some simple human magic, so moving through it, even in its restrained form, was easy enough. It met some humans, but all of them were mostly terrified, some had arousal mixed into that cocktail, which was funny altogether – humans were bizarre creatures. It picked some words here and there, expanding its modern vocabulary, not really listening, till hectic questions started to appear in the whispers at mass. Why was it here, what’s going on? Swiss stopped mid track. Was it not supposed to be seen? It was Dewdrop's territory, wasn’t it? It was so clear that it was. And if it was Dewdrop’s territory then it was also Swiss’ territory, right…? A little playground close to Copia? Were Ghouls not walking those hallways at will? There was something wrong, really wrong about lots of things, about Ghouls, about Copia, about people in this building, and it needed to be set right, one at the time. Swiss was curious if rules in that little contract Elementals were bound by were so ruthless to them. But rules are meant to be broken. Rules are meant to be destroyed. 

Wrath fought hard enough for it so Swiss could now enjoy it. 

Night was more beautiful in the mortal world than it expected. Swiss ventured outside, moon high in the sky, stars and galaxies so bright against the vast darkness, and it let its shadows spread further, testing and tasting cold air and dump soil. So much has changed since Wrath saw Earth last time. Little rock in the neverending universe that fueled a chain reaction in heaven. But whatever was out there, in the world, still wasn’t as interesting as what was inside those walls, so Swiss ignored it all – squirrels, birds, bugs, trees and the hum of life not far from here. It was easy enough to find some flowers, much harder to decipher which  were desirable in this situation. Swiss looked through windows, peeked into rooms. Humans apparently preferred flowers colorful and almost dead, few at the time, posed in nice little vessels with water as it gathered from its little research. It cut through the stalks, borrowed one of the vases and placed it near Copia’s bed, nice and pretty. 

Then it picked the door at random and walked into the Pit.

Word fuck and its meaning it learned from Copia himself, and if Swiss understood correctly, sumarized what it felt at the moment.

Because what the fuck was that.

The Pit was a bare cave of a pocket dimension, boring, lifeless and crude compared even to Copia's room. Not a sliver of the outside world was present here. It reminded Swiss of higher levels of Hell, only thing missing was a human soul here and there, wiggling around like fish out of the water. All the Ghouls were currently there, looking at Swiss weirdly, unsure what to do with its late arrival to the place they were confined to. Were they confined to this place? Swiss checked the magic around it, looked at the entrance, inspected the veil. Nothing was keeping them there, of course. Maybe it was the contract, maybe it was just fear. 

It flashed before them the image of the hallways, the outside sky full of stars, the rooms and walls and people there –  most of them sleeping if they were the problem. A perfect place to have fun, they knew that, they knew the Ministry. Aether looked at Swiss with a clear message – Swiss was incredibly stupid for an angel and Swiss laughed, surprised and happy. A good long while passed since someone said it to Wrath, as an equal, without hesitation. How delighted Swiss was hearing it now. 

That little off hand comment meant one glorious thing – there was hope for them, some feistiness necessary for action, which was a fertile ground to work on, and it gave Swiss new energy for rebelling a little bit. If they wanted to stay in their imaginary Hell – fine, at least for now. It would have to deal with this later, small steps, no rush, but there was an abundance of resources outside of the Pit to make it at least fun for their anthropomorphic forms… Wait, scratch that, step back. It was their space. Their little corner. Of course outside was different, masks were a clever thing to confine them, but here? Why was Swiss looking at a bunch of Ghouls not a bunch of Elementals? Why…

Fear. Again. 

What the fuck was going on?

Oh, Swiss knew what was going on and it was getting properly pissed now, fast and burning, because of course mortals and their idiotic concerns were fucking something that could be amazing even in place they coudn’t reach. Its happiness and curiosity were dwindling, seeping through its fingers like sand. That was not good. Swiss knew the consequences of being the Wrath – full of nothing but anger, made of anger, good only for anger, and rekindling it at any given moment was so easy, so allconsuming. But that was not a moment for destruction, nobody needed its temper tantrum right now, Swiss needed to smother it. So it looked around, with all its undivided attention, for a second in one place only. It needed something that would cut through its anger. Swiss looked at Dewdrop and Aether together, so close, their edges blending into one. Looked at all of the Ghouls together – a pack so beautiful, belonging and knowing each other and trusting each other and letting itself feel pain instead. Sadness. Isolation. Loneliness. Wrath wasn’t a part of that. Swiss wasn’t a part of that. Swiss could pretend, pretend they accepted it into the pack, pretend to not see fear when they looked at it but Wrath knew better – the hole in its essence never meant to be filled again, belonging never offered to it, not truly. It hurt so badly, and it helped – anger morphing into pain and pain into emptiness which was there since the Fall, familiar now. Silly little thing that grounded Wrath for a long time. Anger to pain to emptiness. It helped. It always did.

Swiss needed to stir Ghouls and to stir them Swiss needed to stir Dewdrop and to stir Dewdrop Swiss needed some information. Pack needed to yearn for more, and deep down they did, Swiss could feel it, but not enough, not loud enough to realise that every contract is meant to be questioned, that everything, anything Swiss presence could provide them with was at the tips of their fingers. All Swiss needed was to understand what was truly holding them back, as it already had experiences in pushing rebellion further. So it decided to make itself busy immediately. First thing first – it reached to take off its mask to an astounding choir of no no no NO NO NO. Dewdrop was on Swiss in seconds, hand on its hand, stopping it with a strong grip. It was so pleasantly hot, not as much as its fires, but still so inviting. They could burn so beautifully together… Oh for fuck sake, he needed to focus.

why not 

It knew that would happen, wasn't really planning on taking the mask off, so yeah – it knew, more or less, he would be stopped. Just maybe a little less… less close and intimate. It’s hard to be cocky toward someone you have a little instant and painful crush on, but it was necessary as much as it was dangerous to be this close to Dewdrop. It was so beautiful, even with a mask on.

contract 

Aether answered it after a second as the leader was looking at Swiss with intensity, surprised, staring at its hand on Swiss' hand, unable to let go, and wasn’t that nice? Wouldn’t you like more, little flame? 

Again, fuck, step back, different thoughts.

sure sure outside but this is yours 

Fear flashed through Ghouls, again, as Earth Elemental – Mountain – showed it the destruction of previous summons, not deemed enough, seen as rowdy and ungrateful, of Ghouls who decided to go back to Hell after being here for years, sick of the mistreatment. In the middle of it was a human Witch with her need to control everything and everyone, Copia included, which was sickening to learn. Swiss didn’t even have to ask if she was the one behind what happened to Dewdrop. 

Swiss started to count rats in the walls to calm down – one, ten, hundred, one thousand, not enough. Dewdrop was still just as close, not a fiber of it moved, its eyes still so focused. They were so beautiful.

kill her then 

we want we can’t there’s contract 

Swiss looked around the room, so much pain in that voice, so much despair. It locked eyes with Delta, understanding what it's looking at. Another broken, remade Elemental. Not as violently as Dewdrop, from water to quintessence, but the ritual was also much more crude, leaving Delta unstable.

Anger into pain into emptiness. Swiss could do it, it could persevere through without burning this world to ashes, where it should be. 

Okay. Okay. Something to focus on. There it was, the contract. Swiss searched through their essences, of course after asking politely, to see what was embedded in them – a simple set of rules, main one, important one, only one that the creator of the contract cared about, was putting Papa as Ghouls’ boss of sorts. Protect him, take care of him, help him spread Lucifer’s message to the world. Nothing more nothing less, except… There was a primitive attempt at modifying this whole thing, present only in Dewdrop and Delta, magic of it weak, unsophisticated as it tried to unweave the original version, making the Witch sole benefactor of Ghouls’ presence, their leader and orders' giver. It failed, her magic like a child’s play against the artistry of the person who made the contract to begin with. The only thing this attempt created was an addition of an excerpt about not killing the head of the Clergy, but it was still flimsy at best. Nothing strong enough to make an effect even on Elemental, definitely not on Dewdrop. 

I will kill her then 

Dewdrop’s hand squeezed its hand harder, not to stop Swiss anymore but to ground itself. Swiss repeated itself, eyes on Dewdrop, it shouldn’t be looking at Dewdrop, not this close, not at any point.

I will kill her

For you. I would kill her for you. For what she did. Let me kill her. Let me do it, please. Let me put my anger to good use, stop looking at me like that, don’t say what I know you will say.

you can’t kill her because of Copia 

Like it was important, somehow, that she was Copia’s mother, he didn’t even know about it. She was also a vile creature deserving torment, and Swiss was ready to give her just that, but apparently it couldn’t. It decided to distract at least part of itself, analyzing the copy of the contract it extracted from them, version it could easily edit, lifting sigils and watching them with attention, putting them back, rotating them to fully appreciate the magic behind them, when it noticed something.

That whole contract was not currently active. It was void. There was no Papa. Copia – Lucifer’s son – wasn't the leader of Lucifer’s church. And as that realization hit Swiss, it asked about the obvious, and Dewdrop asked back.

why are Elementals protecting Lucifer’s son of their own volition 

why Lucifer send one of their angels now of all time

Fuck, the pain. What a question that was. Dewdrop was still holding its hand and Swiss could either go fully mad staying in this position forever, which was an option, or just lick the hand out of spite and shorten this torture. Dewdrop burned its tongue in response, fair, and appeared back near Aether and Water Elemental named Rain. Ghouls were agitated, apparently Swiss uncovered a little secret of theirs. Dewdrop stood a step before them, ready to protect them, ready to protect Lucifer’s… No, not Lucifer’s son. Copia. Why was human-Copia so much more important? And protect from what? From Swiss? From Wrath? From Lucifer?

do not be afraid or something I won't hurt what's yours 

not afraid of you 

Of course it wasn't, fuckin’ little Ember. It felt nice, for a second.

silly you should be why not just leave Nephilim in his church he's safe

no

Fire licked Swiss’ mask, ground rumbled, whole Pit trembled, as images and voices and sensations filled the space between them, time fluid. 

Mistreatment, contempt, disregard. Copia alone, alienated, deemed as worthless, feeling worthless, but always kind, even if pushed around by The Witch – his fucking mother. Finally getting a chance to prove himself, unsure yet, always asking Lucifer for help, for guidance for his people, for his congregation, but barely for himself, not feeling worthy of even that. Always always always caring for his Ghouls, making them feel loved, not by Lucifer’s son but by human Cardinal and Ghouls decided to stay for him. To protect him. Ghouls caring for him, so so so much, yet hiding away during the day, at night, afraid that their slip up would leave a mark on him, bring him punishment. They wanted him alive. They wanted him happy. And it had little to do with him being Lucifer’s son.

What the fuck. 

That was… unexpected to say the least. So Ghouls wanted Copia, badly, wanted him bonded to them, protected and loved but couldn't do a lot about it, really. Pain and jealousy were burning just under Swiss’ shadows and it ignored those feelings with a smile. Since when it became jealous, what was it even jealous about? About the possibility of belonging so far beyond its reach? About someone being wanted so much? Wrath didn’t come here for any of that. Wrath chose to come here for Lucifer’s son. Wasn't that the main reason, helping however it could? Copia didn't even rise to his powers yet, something missing in that puzzle and Swiss wasn't sure what. What was it about him now that made Dew– Ghouls feel that way? 

What an utter disaster this little trip was, stirring in Swiss feelings it didn't need nor want. It just needed to ignore things that weren't necessary for its skeleton of a plan. Ignoring things was an infernal blessing.

I'm watching over him Copia that is he's asleep and no one should bother him without me knowing 

Swiss took its own advice and ignored the puff of smoke coming from Dewdrop, taking care of its shadows instead, restraining them a bit, making sure it would know of any danger that could come Copia's way and that no one knew of it watching.

As Swiss took care of Copia for now, sleeping nicely in his bed, it swiftly moved to take care of Ghouls. One forceful stomp shattered the cave and rebuilt it into a room, similar in appearance to Copia's but bigger, vast, with ceiling reaching high into the sky, and walls being a moldable illusion, pulsating with protective sigils. It didn’t know much about the human world, but it knew humans liked being comfortable, they already had too much of everything it seemed, and that any infernal being liked to nest with its own. Swiss endless shadows, already everpresent, went on a hunt, picking and choosing things from the Ministry at random, slivers of souls still sinked in the pillows and materials, all of them bearing signs of being used and cared for. When it finished there was a nest, just big enough for the pack, nicely organized in the middle of the Pit, full of textures and smells and souls Ghouls could feast on for a few days. Swiss kept the mask on, more for their comfort than out of some rule, maybe a little out of fear of overwhelming them, and located itself on one of the pillows, even if it wanted to leave. It wasn't Swiss’ nest. It wasn't its place. It wasn't its pack. 

Dewdrop looked like a fucking torch under the mask as Swiss eyed it, Aether next to it bright with silver and electricity, yet still trying to ground its mate’s fire.

I can change it back 

And sure, it could at any time, maybe they did feel better in something similar to Hell. But, really, it knew the answer, as one Ghoul after another approached the pile, hungry for souls, for comfort, but not daring to partake before Dewdrop let them.

fuck you 

Swiss laughed, its focus shifted, or at least partially shifted, ignoring when Dewdrop stepped into the opposite side of the nest – exactly opposite side – sinking into the pillows with a soft sound of pleasure, legs almost touching Swiss’, adding to the pile a shirt smelling distinctly like Copia – and okay, what the fuck. Swiss was not jealous, only confused, really. Ghouls were on Dewdrop in a second, nesting themselves comfortably, humming with content as souls were sinking into them, making them full at last, making them brighter and more magnificent, just as they should be. 

Pain to emptiness. 

—**—

So the whole purpose of the Ghouls, technically, at least in the eyes of the masses, was to be musicians for the Ghost project. Swiss was vaguely aware of that, from what others showed it, more open and excited about its presence now. It wasn’t a big change, Swiss was still on the perimeter of the pack, most conversations during the night happening without it and contained a lot of careful looks and almost pointing towards it. Swiss didn’t mind, it just appeared, something new and bizarre. They knew nothing about it, Swiss not willing to share. Just a random fallen angel thrown among the Elementals, like a weird joke. 

However time worked here, a rehearsal had to come at some point. As they appeared in the room they used for it – big enough for the setup and the altar at the front – Swiss looked at the instruments with interest. They were simple enough to grasp, but grasping them seemed merely like a tip of the iceberg. Every Elemental had one assigned to it and Swiss was curious what it was supposed to do.

sing play a little bit of everything 

Dewdrop didn’t even look up as it ran its fingers through the strings, tuning its guitar. Well, it probably was nothing particularly exciting, Elementals were apparently fantastic musicians. They appeared here, they got their role, and they did it with happiness.

Swiss, for probably the first time in however long is forever, wanted to run.

Sing. Swiss was supposed to sing? That wasn’t an option. There was no chance for it. It didn’t sing since before the Fall, what a macabre joke that was. What a quick and elegant way to remind Swiss what Swiss… What Wrath truly was. A broken, cowardly creature trying to forget itself, lost and abandoned and in pain. It took a step back towards the door making Ghouls focus instantly on it. It couldn’t sing. It didn’t want to sing. It won't sing. 

The shadows grew darker, the room began to quake. Unlit candles went in flame, dripping wax on the chapel’s floor, air tasted bitter, sickly sweet, bitter again, smelled like brimstone and burning metal. Swiss couldn’t control itself, something in it began to collapse, form suddenly unstable, so new and bizarre to control, it didn’t know how to keep it up, panic in Swiss rising.

hey funny thing actually I think you need another summon I will bring someone myself another Elemental I can't sing I can’t be here I’ll destroy this place if this form breaks

Wasn’t that a great solution? Just a quick swap before the tragedy, Copia won’t even notice that something changed, Ghouls would work better with another Elemental and Swiss… Wrath was willing to crawl back to Hell, repent for the mistake of coming here at all, tell a few stories among others when asked. Anything, everything other than singing. It tried to make its shadows seep through the veil, trying to breach it, trying to slash through the fabric of the universe in desperate need to make it open, faster, to get back to where it came from. They shouldn’t have ever seen it like that, their first impression of a fallen angel tainted by Swiss’ flaws.

But Dewdrop was upon Swiss faster than its ability to escape. Its hand, with fire dancing on its fingers, curled around Swiss throat – unyielding, grasp so much stronger than Swiss could predict, holding it in place, forcing Swiss to solidify, to contain itself, the tiniest crack in the veil to close. Aether flanked Swiss from behind for good measure, silver tendrils keeping it from moving, keeping its form intact, hands on Swiss’ shoulders strong and sure. Swiss didn’t anticipate that, surprise holding it in place as much as the hands, as much as the silver and fire. There was so much fire in Dewdrop’s eyes, burning bright and hot as it looked at Swiss. Swiss couldn’t decipher that look, couldn’t decipher emotions behind it – it understood anger better than anyone, but it wasn't that, not just that, and the meaning of that gaze was slipping from it, it couldn’t even focus properly.

oh no you’re staying you will sing

Why? You don't want me here, you don't need me here. Let me go. It's a mistake. I'm broken. I’m already a burden. I was always a burden. I can't sing. I was made to sing and I can't sing. 

you can’t make me little Firecracker

Wrath could burn this place in a matter of seconds, was so close to it, anything and everyone with it – there wasn’t a thing here that could survive it, a being who could fight it. Swiss didn’t want that, it didn’t want to leave Lucifer displeased, didn’t want to hurt Copia, Ghouls, Dewdrop. But it could, so easily. There's nothing keeping it here, no reason to stay, to risk it, to once again stand in the middle of a desolated landscape, begging for screams around it to stop. There was no force that could keep it here–  

Dewdrop’s tongue licked a nice, hot strip from Swiss’ shoulder up to its neck, ending just below the edge of the mask, leaving a trail of spit, remnant of its Water nature, and Dewdrop observed as it sinked into Swiss’ shadows. Aether’s silver tendrils slipped just under the illusion of attire to seep into its shadows, teasing them just enough. Fucking dare in Dewdrop’s eyes made it so much worse.

it’s a promise

Swiss didn't want to react. It wanted to be impassive, show them how uninterested it was. Clear message that would spare it, spare them the pain in the end. Wrath was good at not showing weaknesses but Swiss wasn’t, it already failed, already shown how fragile it was, and it was already shaken, its emotions on its sleeve. Swiss wanted to slap itself, to burn itself out of existence when it shivered with pleasure. It was cruel and sick, and divine, and over before it could control itself enough to react to it, explain itself, tell them that it wasn’t what it clearly was. Both of them were already with their guitars like nothing happened.

What was it supposed to do with that? A promise? Was it supposed to make Swiss give up and sing, just because it couldn't and shouldn't want them, shouldn’t want Dewdrop but wanted nevertheless, that feeling from the summoning room, from the Pit coming back in full force, want want want need need need howling, singing in its mind, not letting it to shove it back to the depths of its consciousness. Melody so overtaking it hurt. Swiss wasn’t enough to be wanted. It was a sadistic joke, Swiss decided. Just a joke. 

But it walked back towards the altar, picking a place far away from Dewdrop, right next to Mountain. And its hands weren’t trembling, its shadows weren’t desperately trying to keep it intact. It’s form, it’s mind – everything was fine, they for sure didn’t feel unstable right now. It was just Swiss, getting used to life in the mortal realm. For sure. It was barely its second day, what could they expect. 

Copia walked into the room soon after, papers in his hands, looking at Ghouls unsure but excited. They were meant to try a new song, as he was building his album, walking them through the concept of lyrics and melody he wrote. It was good, needed some polishing – Copia words not its – and after some silent corrections, Dewdrop started playing, Mountain joined him on drums and the song started. Copia had a good voice for a human, strong and hypnotizing, perfect to enchant the masses. Swiss was counting seconds, stretching them in time, trying to keep its feelings to itself, but it was just a few lines before it needed to join in and the air was once again smelling faintly like burned metal. 

How can it end like this?

It came out rough. Rough and hollow, and worse than Swiss could ever predict. It barely made it out of the chorus, having just a second before it needed to sing again. Swiss grabbed the mike, tight, tighter than it should. It was excruciating, focusing on keeping its emotions to minimum, desperately trying to harmonize with Copia and it could feel Ghouls eyes on it as the veil shimmered, became thin, so thin, but didn’t break. Infernal magic seeping in but not flowing. There was no feeling of lightness, no realization that its panic was uncalled for. The song ended quickly and Swiss felt empty.

Swiss hated it. It hated what was left of its voice. 

Copia was delighted on the other hand. He beamed with joy, stood before Swiss, so happy, his eyes full of light and hope. His beautiful Ghoul, his Swiss, such beautiful voice, so strong and clean. Praises were coming one after another. Swiss was trying to rationalize that Copia heard it differently, heard it for the first time – for him there was no before and after. That if he liked its voice as it was now it was enough, he’s the leader of the band, the focus of the stage. Swiss was just a backing vocal, a… choir. It was a fucking choir all over again, just this time Swiss was the only member and its repertoire was disappointment. It smiled at Copia, knowing it’s a good response, what else could it really do – just smile and beg time itself for it to be over soon just to do it again next day. Its father finally found a way to make Wrath truly suffer.

it was perfect 

it was not

It didn’t look at Dewdrop, anger seeping in. They should’ve let him leave, Swiss shouldn’t suggest it might be useful to keep it around before they told it what role it would have because now Ghouls tasted the possibility of change and why would they easily let that go. Swiss itself showed them it's such a good idea to have it around, a fucking infernal blessing. Why did it have to be an infernal blessing for them when it was a heavenly punishment for Swiss. But alas, anger wasn't an answer, it never was when it came to Swiss and it quickly felt ashamed of it, burying it swiftly. Anger pain emptiness, huh? It all felt hollow, its existence. Its voice. It didn’t feel perfect. It should be perfect. It used to be perfect.

Swiss didn’t look at Dewdrop during the rest of rehearsal, ignoring any little pokes from it, ignoring compliments from Ghouls and Copia alike, smiling and nodding, smiling and nodding. It sang as it was told, swaying with music, just to keep its mind occupied with something, to not let anger back to the surface, hidden deep in it, vile and corrosive while Swiss couldn’t make it right, make its voice right no matter how it tried. 

The moment rehearsal ended it waited for a second, just enough for Copia to leave the room, and disappeared, just before Dewdrop took a step towards it. 

Swiss wandered around The Ministry for a while, not looking for anything, not wanting anything. Mindless stroll, the same corridors, the same rooms it passed till it memorized everything, every turn, every flaw and every spider web. From time to time it sent scraps of materials – clothes, blankets, towels – back to the Pit, the nest getting fuller, more inviting. It peeked into rooms, finding the kitchen by accident – the place where humans made food – and scared everyone there, at this point too bored to care, putting its finger into the bubbling pot to check what they were doing and what was inside. Humans apparently ate that so the reaction was less than enthusiastic, but Swiss needed to learn somehow. It learned that food was very elaborate, a mix of a little bit of everything the mortal realm had to offer, things that Swiss wasn't even sure should be eaten by humans. At least they were resourceful, if confusing at that. It did another round of walking, then another, the moon already high in the sky. This time it entered rooms in a form of shadows, blending with them, just eyes blinking in the corner of human vision. It was a good solution, humans tended to stop whatever they were doing when they saw it – its previous attempts consisted of appearing still and silent in the doorways, looking around. With its new, improved tactic – as an unnoticeable observer – it found a room with humans younger than Copia, all seated on a couch or whatever space was free around it, watching something intensely, adoration in them. The music, the Ghouls, overall feeling – it was pretty clear what Swiss was seeing. That had to be the previous Papa. His voice was slightly different from Copia's, but there was some resemblance, some mannerisms Copia borrowed. It recognized a few songs from the rehearsal, but it mostly focused on the new part, the performance. It was a good one, making people transfixed – lavish and flirtatious, the crowd loved him, drinking up every word, even through the screen. Maybe that was the way, making itself busy, making a little show of it, just for itself. Swiss was in the back, no one would pay attention to it, but it would help it burn through the anger quicker, make its mind occupied enough to ignore the real problem. 

Swiss also learned that word fuck had another, different meaning, connected to whole array of activities Swiss wasn't keen to learn about right now. Maybe later. And was it really a surprise? Human languages were as always all over the place. 

It left when the image on screen stopped a little too long on a Water Elemental it didn't have a chance to meet.

Back in the corridors Swiss tried to think happy, useless thoughts. Ghouls needed a TV in the Pit, that would make them happy, maybe, but there were few and far between of them at the Ministry, so it wasn't sure how to snatch that without raising alarms – it didn't want to be noticed that much, and its kitchen appearance was probably already a circling gossip. Swiss briefly thought if there was a way to get more things inside the Ministry, even new ones, not laced with soul? There had to be. 

Another few hours passed and Swiss ended in the walls, the tunnels there full of dust and even more rats than before, all of them wiggling at its feet when it petted their little heads. It wasn't that it avoided humans per se, it was just careful not to walk straight into the Witch. Maybe also because their whole emotions, simple yet so fucking loud and mostly negative, were making it dizzy. But the walk itself, after so much repetition, gave it some time to clear its thoughts, to transform usual pointless anger at itself into something more productive if not tedious to do. They wanted to tease it, so reckless in it, so be it. It will tease them back and Swiss had one nice advantage they didn't have.

It smiled wide as it seeped into Copia's room, shadows becoming elongated and deepening, as Copia was tossing and turning in his sleep, plagued by nightmares. It lightly touched his cheek, calming his mind, fueling his desires. The morning sun was just reaching the horizon, the hum of people waking up filled the walls. The third day since its arrival was starting with the sound of morning birds and it wasted enough time not focusing on what was really important. On Lucifer’s son. On Copia.

—**—

It quickly became very funny if tad confusing, following Copia around. He yelped when he saw Swiss just standing above him when he woke up, some new curses added to Swiss vocabulary which was appreciated. Maybe it should have waited by the doors. Some human brought him food, and it took a little step back so it wouldn't be seen – it learned from its mistakes. It seems customary to bring Copia food, he wasn't surprised by it, just grateful. Swiss could do that, it knew where the kitchen was at this point. It looked intensely as Copia tried to eat, studying his reactions, how he grimaced at the drink, adding more things to it. Any second Copia wasn’t focused on his food, and he was very easily distracted, Swiss tasted it. Licked the rim of the cup and the liquid inside, licked the place where Copia bit into pastry. It all tasted sweet, at least to Copia. Copia understood and registered those things as being ‘sweet’. Swiss didn't know what ‘sweet’ meant, not for a human. For it ichor was sweet. The soul dispersed in human blood was sweet. The warmth of the morning sun was sweet. The smell of burning leaves was sweet. Things needed to mean something for it to have any taste. It understood as sweet the memories that food brought to Copia – of a hot summer day in a place different from the Ministry, cobblestone paths, sound of bells, rustle of paper, sense of tranquility. It filled Copia with joy. It filled Swiss with joy. It tasted sweet. 

Walking around the Ministry was interesting with Copia leading the way. He was lost most of the time, it was taking him longer to get to places than he wanted to go, but Swiss didn't interfere with his route, seeing those walls from his perspective. People's reactions were also different, they were surprised to see Swiss, but not as much when Copia was around and it made sense – other Ghouls were seen only somewhere around him, even if mostly during rehearsals. Swiss picked up things quicker that way, less apprehension in humans to act as they normally do, and it learned that life in the Ministry was really just a big net of favors, people exchanging them in a never-ending cycle. Some were cultivating food, in exchange for a warm meal made by others, who did it in exchange for a clean, safe environment to rest in. Simple. Doable. It could learn to participate in that. So even if Swiss was trying to keep its focus solely on Copia, what he felt, what he needed, it did wander a little bit, to fulfill some ideas it had, now with new knowledge at hand. It appeared in the kitchen again, fully set on getting some more food out of there. It started on the wrong foot last evening so it brought an exchange this time – a nice dead bird still dripping warm blood on the kitchen floor. It was killed without feeling fear, with all the compassion in the world, a valuable offering. The problem was that its offering was met with mixed feelings. Swiss tried to poke a little at the human closest to it, even if they all in unison retreated to one corner of the room. I bring you stuff you give me food that Copia likes. It was way more difficult to convey it than it hoped, or they were demanding way bigger favors for food, Swiss wasn't sure. Food was a big deal to humans after all. So it brought more, just for good measure – things it found pleasant or nice to look at. Not flowers. It wouldn't risk flowers. After an hour of just that, Swiss appearing with new things – rocks, branches, a turtle, some cute spiders and beetles – they finally gave it a tray with plates of food – Swiss hoped it was edible even if it looked weird – and a hot drink. Swiss licked it – it tasted like nothing – so, just to be sure, it asked for more sweet. 

When Copia returned to his room, Swiss behind him at all times, it could present him with a meal. The shock and joy it got in return were delightful, shimmering in the air with thousands of colors. And Swiss observed again as Copia ate, and he was suspicious at first. Where did Swiss get food, when did Swiss get food. All irrelevant questions that made Swiss laugh. But he quickly just enjoyed himself, bite after bite, emotion after emotion and Swiss gathered every one of them, tasted every one of them, keeping them safe in its memory. Seems like it did good for the first time – many more were to come. 

Rehearsal came and to Ghouls surprise Swiss came with Copia, and Copia seemed happy to have it near him. A steady presence adding some confidence to his steps. A little touches from Swiss here and there that made Copia shiver, surprised but not against it. Far from being against it. He was already standing closer to Swiss than yesterday, already welcoming, feeling strangely used to it being near. Swiss knew it came from Lucifer’s Light in him. It didn't mind. Copia's soul was what Ghouls wanted. It was what drew Ghouls in. To Swiss human souls brought only discomfort and memories of the carnage. It all fully ignited because of human souls.

It smiled wide, all teeth on display as it moved to its side of the stage, but not before a nice, quick lick along Dewdrop’s spine, up to its neck. Too much and not enough, as Dewdrop’s form shivered slightly, fingers on the strings sliding with a crude note, but Swiss didn't give it time to react. Just a quick fuck you for yesterday, a taste of what it was like to be toyed with. Swiss wasn't planing on repeating that, ever. It had to brace itself to do it, it was difficult enough, and it was hurting it too, to even think about its tongue on that fucking Fire Elemental. So it grabbed the mike tighter, and sent toward Copia quick, simple and understandable ready. Swiss wasn't ready, of course, not really, how could it be. 

Watching past shows last night really taught Swiss what to add to its performance. Singing might have been hard, unbearable, but moving seductively with the music wasn't; sliding its hand slowly, tenderly even down the mike stand wasn't; smiling and licking its teeth while Copia glanced at it wasn't. Copia loved it, glances happening more regularly as the rehearsal went down and Dewdrop was pissed. A few places caught on fire before Rain smoldered them down, which was somewhat funny. Teasing them was so much easier than Swiss could have hoped for. They went through songs as before. Acting up helped a little but Swiss was still furious at its voice – nothing was changing, nothing was improving, scratching and hoarseness fucked up every note it was singing, all of them landing flat, sounding hollow, never fully breaching the veil. Swiss wanted to scream but it just sang instead. It sounded so bad it could almost count as screams anyway. During breaks it made itself busy, asking Mountain if it didn't want some plants, some proper soil, something of the earth down there (it did, although it sounded unsure), looking over Copia’ shoulder when he was changing little details in text of the song, hand on the small of his back, and even flustered, Copia was still asking Swiss for its opinions. But mostly Swiss ignored Dewdrop and Aether. It passed them a little too close for it to be an accident, just casually walking from place to place in seemingly boredom. During songs it let its hand move slowly down its body when it knew Dewdrop was looking its way – claws so close to cutting through the illusion, so close to drawing some ichor, so close to opening it like a present. 

Swiss’ hand on its own throat, eyes half closed in pleasure, teeth sharp and bared, ready to bite, to taste, to devour. They needed to start the song from the top, Copia confused, as it never happened before, for Dewdrop to mess up. 

Then the rehearsal was done and Swiss was, again, a step behind Copia, its eyes catching Dewdrop burning high with flames just as the doors closed. 

It went for a month. 

It was excruciating. 

The only good thing about it was that Swiss was learning about Copia – a lot. And about the Ministry, by accident, way more than it wanted to know. It was giving him anxiety, how much this place, seemingly working nicely, was basically barely standing. Until then Swiss only checked sigils embedded in walls, the protective magic of them. It never thought about the electricity before Copia brought it casually up. Never thought about the temperature, the water system, the cracks in the foundations, the garden. It was too much, it felt like it was going crazy. 

Mostly though it thought about Copia. And, unfortunately, Dewdrop. Fuck, it thought so much about Dewdrop. The constant, never-ending, maddening need in Swiss, the glances, the accidental touches, pack circling Swiss like vultures, hungry, waiting for something. Swiss was working on Copia, it wasn't sure what else they wanted from it. 

The tension between Ghouls and it grew, room was thick with it anytime Swiss entered and it didn't help that it very consistently ignored the Pit, ignored possibility of open conversation, day after day, yet still sending new things down there, a shirt or two taken from Copia landed directly on Dewdrop’s lap, but never going there in person. In Swiss’ eyes there was nothing to talk about, really. It had a breakdown, was cruelly toyed with, now its focus was on the person that mattered the most in this whole fuckery Swiss landed in, Swiss’ irritating crush on Dewdrop put in a box and hidden deep. Copia was also becoming more and more tense himself, need and want spilling out of him just like Swiss wanted, making him yearn, his eyes constantly on Ghouls now, on Swiss, and Swiss really started to bask in it the more it learned about Copia. 

Sure, there were some hiccups here and there, apparently it wasn't appropriate to bring stuff to the kitchen, apparently there were things humans couldn't eat even if they looked and tasted the same to Swiss, and there were things humans shouldn't eat but still did because they liked to live on the edge. To spice things up. Beyond that Swiss was enjoying its time with Copia, as he started to really talk to Swiss, silence between them getting to him, no longer able to see Swiss as only otherworldly being, but as a friend that was there for him – apparently flowers did work wonders. Little things at first, like the aforementioned comment about electricity being wonky, not always working properly. Like reading Swiss a passage from the book about plague while he was making notes for his research for the upcoming album. Slowly a few lines from books read in the silence of the library started to change into full on sessions in Copia's room, Copia picking reading materials not for himself but to specifically show them to Swiss, bits about human history, poetry he liked, things he found beautiful or funny. Personal informations, relevant to Copia as a human, started to sneak into those talks – his years in Italy, his visions he didn’t see as visions, time he was but a priest learning about Lucifer and the Church while sitting in the rose garden at the back of the Ministry. It was easy to be enamored by Copia’s humanness, even his clumsiness became adorable. But mostly his kindness was a factor that was drawing Swiss in. Copia was just… kind. To Swiss, to Ghouls, to people in the Ministry. He knew most of the working ones by name, little factoids about them, their problems and needs – he would become frustrated when he couldn’t help them with something, when they needed something that he couldn't deliver. 

Swiss understood that frustration, that need to help. Seeing Copia happy also started to become a need for Swiss, not a side project, and it wasn't easy to make Copia happy, just happy, without any buts or imperfections. And that kindness, not by Copia's fault, was sending little pangs of pain to Swiss, especially when Copia said something similar to what Swiss had heard long ago. If not for Lucifer’s Light in Copia Swiss would have a really big problem on its hands, with the way Copia was looking at it, the way he sought its companionship. It was enticing to see that as something else, but that glimmer of Light kept it in check. Clear direction. Sharp focus. Simple plan. Make Ghouls happy. Make Copia happy. How nice it was that both of those needs were so nicely intertwined with each other. Then it can maybe feel fulfilled enough to swallow its pain and, after coming back to Hell with some accomplishments, sort off its own fucking life.

Time was passing them by, routines were established. Seemingly everything was going smoothly, except yearning, pain and frustration in Swiss – it had no say in that. But something had to give in, the tension reaching its breaking point, deciding that enough is enough, not giving Swiss any time to prepare itself for what was coming. 

They had a longer break during the rehearsal, customary, placed there specifically for Copia to eat something. Swiss was stretching its shadows in the corner, waiting for Copia to head out. It preferred being out with Copia during those breaks, to work through its anger at itself by being busy, by listening, by laughing at Copia’s little jokes. And Copia usually did leave but not this time. This time he didn't move, fiddling around cables, distracted from the very morning. Swiss was not picking the same levels of his usual anxiety from him, but it was feeling Copia’s hunger. Not physical hunger for food, but the same hunger Swiss felt, the same one Ghouls felt and it was affecting everybody around. Swiss worked very hard to cultivate that hunger, sure, and it was paying off now, but it was also becoming unbearable. To all of them. Hunger and anger didn't mix very nicely for Swiss, it clouded its judgment. Swiss was so worked up with containing its emotions at bay that it didn't even tease Dewdrop today, eyes on mike or on Copia, it was even forgetting to sway with the music at this point. And Dewdrop – Dewdrop was looking at Swiss. It wasn't possible that Dewdrop was looking at it all the time, but it for sure felt that way. Something was building up, simmering for days now, and Swiss would know that if it was really paying attention, not trying to divert it to anything but Dewdrop. How it was now, was normal for Swiss. The pain and longing. It preferred to have its tongue burned than being accepted. Rejection it understood well, being wanted - it couldn’t. 

Swiss knew it couldn't even deal with being wanted. There was nothing to want in it. 

Of course it all finally bubbled over the pot. Swiss followed Copia's eyes as he became a little too red for Swiss liking and it froze. Some change in Dewdrop and Aether happened, something broke in them and they did something it knew neither of Ghouls had done outside of the Pit – staying close together, sitting on the ground, in the middle of the stage, Dewdrop tongue slid up Aether's neck, into its mate's mouth, licking and tasting and belonging. That went beyond teasing, back into cruel territory, pain drilling into Swiss as it tried to not look, not react but it couldn't. The air smelled like burned leaves, like forest fire, like ozone, electricity and desire. What was the goal here? What were they trying to achieve, were they hoping that Copia was ready to join the pack, as they wanted? It must have been the reason. The real recipient of this was just Copia, Swiss as a collateral damage they didn’t give a fuck about, someone just being in the same room. It was still maddening. The intensity of feelings they were projecting was enough to spill into Copia's mind now, and as if the show they were giving wasn’t enough to entice anyone. As Copia opened up to Swiss he also opened up to the pack, and the pack was waiting for it eagerly, didn't they? Dewdrop and Aether were waiting for it. And now they were softly coercing Copia to join, to share the warmth of it, the feeling of belonging. 

But why, if that was the reason, the long awaited fulfillment of the pack desire, Dewdrop was looking directly at Swiss? Why was there a persistent whisper in the grand melody of it, something Copia couldn't possibly hear, a promise, a need, why was Swiss’ mind flooded with the taste of flames, the feeling of Dewdrop's spit dripping down Aether's chin. Cruel. Terrifying. Enchanting.

do you really think I don't feel your need Swiss

stop

come and bite into me stop dancing around what we both want

Swiss didn't want to. All it was recently thinking about was Dewdrop and pack and belonging. It wasn't for Swiss, Swiss was there to push them all into action, that was its reward. They didn't need to make cruel jokes at the expense of Swiss to get to Copia. If they wanted Swiss to get back into its lane, it would. It would stop the teasing, stop the glances, it would stay in the shadows of the Ministry at all times, just please please please stop no more I can’t take it that’s too much.

leave me alone please 

I'm broken. I will always be just broken. Stop toying with me.

no I waited long enough

Swiss felt Copia's gaze on itself, looking for help, looking for some distraction, but Swiss was trying to distract itself now, and it was hard, so hard as Copia's hunger fueled Swiss’ own, mixing into one as Dewdrop was tasting Aether, sharing the raw feeling of it with Swiss. Swiss was feeling things alright, mostly feeling like it was gonna combust.

Copia is right there you want Copia he just needs a push now stop

I want you I need you I won’t fucking stop you will be mine

No one wanted Swiss, not anymore, why you?

Swiss didn't fully register when it started moving towards them, on the same level as them, low on the ground. It stopped abruptly, terrified, enough space for them to reconsider, begging them to reconsider, they can still pretend it's just teasing, just farce, it wouldn’t be mad at this point, it would accept it, it would stay and sing if that was the reason. Swiss was so hungry for what they had, so desperate that it hurt, hungry for what they have to offer, but mostly just for Dew, for a long, torturous month now for Dew, for his all fucking existence for Dew. Swiss jaws opened wide, begging for something, like an idiot, for anything, everything, for them to stop, for them to not stop. Promise of teeth and tongues and pleasure and devotion, of broken devotion he could offer, it was all he had. 

When did he start to think about himself as something other than “it”? When his new name embedded itself into him so much it stopped being just an empty word…? 

And Dew laughed, not cruelly, not mockingly, but with happiness, with the crackling of the bonfire, the whisper of dying branches before they turned to ash, with hissing sizzles of fire touching water. What a beautiful sound it was. They did tease Swiss a little, as a punishment for his own teasing, but Dew’s excitement was too obvious, the tone of his question, the So what do you think? Aether responded with Maybe, laced with the quiet hum of electricity, buzzing of his laughter, and Swiss was already too far gone for his own good, a moment longer would set him on fire, either his own or Dew's. 

It was hard to keep his form in check as he tasted them, tongue and spit, and silver, and fire fluid like water, as they tasted him in return and he was grateful that Copia left the chapel in a hurry because their Cardinal wasn't ready for this, for devotion and knowing they offered, not just yet, it seems. The second the doors closed behind him, they were gone, air around them changed as they appeared in the Pit, in the nest Swiss was so carefully building. Swiss let his shadows move more freely, finally, yet keeping his fire at bay, as he bared his teeth, tearing pieces of illusion off Dew, way gentler than he would like, till he could feel pure fire under his tongue, so sweet and inviting, begging to be one with him. Aether bit into his shoulder, sharp and precise, claws following, sinking in to get deeper, ichor spilling slowly from the wound, rich and thick, flowing into Dew's mouth, dripping down his chin. With every bite, every drop they learned – memories, emotions, habits, pleasures and needs. Fears, doubts, deepseethed rage. An intimate knowledge, the very core of their being, the essence of it. But Dew wanted more than familiarity. Much more. He wanted more than Swiss joining the pack, to just share what he was now, superficial and carefully selected. 

Swiss had no idea why but Dew wanted all. 

It was different to mate with someone, to become one with someone, than to just spill ichor, share informations, form friendships. Different from joining a pack, still individual beings sharing freely between each other. Mating was without barriers. Without moderation and without secrets. It was forever, irreversible, because how do you reverse blending together, rebuilding each other, sinking so deep into each other’s essence it becomes forever changed. Swiss craved that from the moment he saw Dew, it was impossible to ignore it any longer. But there was danger to it. Elementals were finite beings, born of Hell for Hell, perfect in what they were. Their powers could grow if given the chance, but Swiss didn’t know if that changed anything, changed them in any way. Swiss was infinite. The being he was made as, the bonds he made after, his memories, the horrors, the Fall, heavens, his existence before time was created. How could mating even work in this situation? Pouring ocean into a glass – broken, fucked up ocean into the most beautiful glass he ever saw, not knowing depth of it, and if he would start he might not be able to stop till it broke. But he tried to share, to satiate Dew’s hunger for more. Snippets of early moments of Hell, of other angels looking for their place, of peace. The calm, the happiness, the freedom. Good things. He was so much more interested in learning about them, filling his shattered self with them, with everything he could, more more more he sung in his broken voice, more, fill me in, let me feel, as his finger moved slowly down Aether’s arm, breaking through outer layer with ease, flow of ichor followed as he licked it with hunger.

perfect so perfect don't stop  

Aether whispered to him, again and again, like a prayer, holding Swiss’ head as he drank, Swiss’ tongue sliding into the wound he just created, forcing it open and Aether didn’t stop praising him for a second, asking for more and it was so painful, so hard to ignore, when it was sipping with ichor on his tongue.

Dew yanked Swiss’ head back from Aether, forcing Swiss on the ground, straddling him, clutching his shoulders. They looked at each other, Dew spit dripping directly into Swiss mouth and he licked it, his whole form shivering.

I want more give me more I know there's more give me more of you you fucker I want all of you we need to be one

you don’t

I fucking do

Dew licked his teeth and bit into Swiss neck, hard and deep and desperate, claws reaping into the wound, digging for more, Dew’s tongue forcing its way into Swiss’ mouth, so welcomed as they kissed, all of their shared ichor mixing in it, pain and pleasure flowing through their bodies. The faint sound of chains rattled in Swiss’ mind, the smell of burned metal following it. Swiss was equally desperate to give Dew more, all of himself, all of Wrath, and beyond that, to beg for Dew to fix him or to take him as he is. But he couldn’t, even when Dew’s fire was trying to blend with him, the real him, but only reaching the shadows around his form. 

And that hurt.

Swiss knew where his need was coming from. He knew that feeling, the connection, melody of the universe seeping into his mind, it was meant to be. He didn't dare to dream it was the same in Dew. But if not, where was Dew’s desperation coming from then? Swiss could taste it, he felt it, his fears, his hopes, his desires and it wasn’t some perverted need to taste the angel, for more power it could give him, Dew couldn't care less what kind of demon he was, it was about Swiss. No, not just Swiss, not only what he chose to be here. It went far beyond that, beyond Wrath even. Desperate hunger, insatiable need, feelings so overwhelming – it was becoming a necessity to be one with Swiss. He knew, he knew exactly what it was and Dew knew it too. Why now? Why him? Why?

why why why enough it’s enough for you enough of me I don’t understand why you’re so beautiful

Dew looked at Swiss from above, hot and so perfect, barely keeping himself together, hands on Swiss’ chest, trembling with need, his hunger inextinguishable. Aether’s arms creeped around his slim form, head resting on his shoulder, teeth dripping with silver quintessence, filling the air with the taste of ozone, of himself. Aeth’s fingers reached into the wound in Swiss’ neck and when they were covered in ichor he slid them into Dew’s mouth. Dew smiled, liking Swiss ichor from Aether’s fingers, delighted. 

you will be mine I will be yours

And Dew was sure of his words, there was no space for discussion. Something stirred deep in Swiss, little twinkle of fire lightning itself, finding its place in what was supposed to be forever empty. But fear was overwhelming, crushing, the prospect of destroying those perfect flames out of selfishness and yet mine mine mine was screaming in Swiss mind, constant, possessive, he couldn't switch it off, couldn’t make it stop. It sounded so clearly like Dewdrop’s voice. It sounded so clearly like his own voice. 

And under all of that, quieter, distant, he heard the voice of Lucifer.

What the fuck was Swiss doing? He thought of running away, not too late yet, there was still a chance to run before he would sink too deep into Dew’s fire (he already did), but air shifted – the whole pack was here, all around them. Hungry. They gave them time, waiting, but they waited long enough. They all wanted a bite out of Swiss, of their new packmate. Rain dripping spit from his opened mouth, Mountain’s whole massive form vibrating with the ground below his feet. Ifrit’s smoke was filling the room, mixing with steam and sand storms of Zephyr, elements of other Ghouls spilling around, all of them letting themself feel free and hungry.

Dewdrop took off his mask, blazing fire reaching high into the never-ending vastness of the Pit, more beautiful than anything Swiss ever saw, and he kissed Swiss. He kissed Swiss with all of himself and Swiss let himself feel it.

Love. Fuck, Swiss – Wrath – almost forgot love existed. Forgot the name for it, the feeling of it, but that was what was given to him. That’s what he felt. They should be one. They were meant to be one.

Forgive me, Swiss thought, just to himself, ecstatic and terrified and heartbroken, as he looked into Dew’s fire that was consuming him, felt silver wrap around his arms and legs keeping him in place. Other Ghouls bit into him, at the beginning just enough to taste, to know, more bold with every drop they licked, more giddy when Swiss reacted with joy, begging them to take more, to give him more of them. But none of them were as thrilled to taste him, not as overwhelmingly hungry for him as Dew. None of them needed him like Dew.

Swiss was officially part of the pack. 

But he belonged solely to Dewdrop.

—**—

Swiss was ready to finally relax a bit, as everyone else was relaxed, limbs and shadows entangled with Ghouls around him, most of them unmasked – finally. Dew stretched next to him, his form long and slim and beautiful without restrain, so much fire contained in such a small vessel, no wonder he was so feral on stage. It was a weird feeling being masked next to unmasked Elementals, with his human proportions, hugging tightly three meters of fire. No wonder that, even now, as they were slowly and leisurely kissing, Dew tried to lift Swiss' mask with his tail, tongue still licking wounds Swiss left open just for that. 

more fuck more you're mine my Swiss

Aether, who second ago was busy kissing and licking Swiss' neck on the right side, nudged Swiss to really look at Dew and Swiss did. 

Huh.

Dew was blurred, like he was vibrating constantly now, like he was trying to phase through Swiss’ body and become one with him, truly one, somehow, even without Swiss participation in the process. Swiss had some knowledge about Elementals he still needed to dust off, so it took him a little by surprise. Maybe it was a normal occurrence? Aeth helped him with an answer – Dew was fully drunk on ichor. Overflowed with fucking happiness, his fire seeping into Swiss, making him dizzy. Too much too fast, hunger too great, desire too vast. 

it happens when we first get a taste of our mate he got drunk like that when we mated don’t worry blur part is a little new though

Oh, okay, that’s cool then, sure. He blurred a Fire Elemental – his not-really-mate, his newly acquired lover – with his angelic ichor, even when he restrained himself immensely. Swiss closed open wounds, and Dew immediately bit into him again, ripped a chunk of his throat and shoulder, and nuzzled into the gaping wound. Swiss wasn’t really sure what to do with that, he himself felt a little dizzy, and maybe it wasn’t a good choice, but…

you want more I’ll give you more

Chains shoot from the ground, from the ceiling, slim and fast, wrapping themself around Dew, nice and cozy, keeping him maybe half a meter above Swiss. Dew started to wrestle against them, trying to burn through them, if only he didn’t shiver with pleasure when Swiss made them tighter. 

my little Firecracker how I want to devour you whole 

Another shiver of pleasure, Swiss finger opening Dew’s throat in return, like a little present, ichor and fire spilling on him, Dew barely coherent with need. 

He got even hotter when Swiss started kissing Aether. Dew’s tongue burned every time he tried to get a taste of it. Kissing Aeth was so different from kissing Dew – it was deep, demanding, Aeth greedy for more and taking precisely what he wanted and how he wanted it, preferably with a lot of teeth. He was holding Swiss head steady, digging his claws in him, preventing Swiss from moving, Dew’s ichor slowly dripping between their lips. Minutes, maybe hours passed, who knows, there was no rush. When they were done, and it took a lot from them to let go of each other, so good for me so powerful so perfect, some hope for release was building in Dew, almost palpable to Swiss. Hope for being let go so he can lacerate Swiss, slash through him, ruin him and rebuild him as part of himself. Swiss smiled and reached for Rain, who welcomed him with joy, Rain’s tail wrapping tightly around Swiss, and Dew almost broke free, chains white hot, but he couldn’t cut through them, his hands immobilized, couldn't bite into them. He could only watch.

They were so sweet, Swiss new pack – Rain kiss wet and sloppy in the best sense, as he was scraping Swiss tongue with his teeth to get droplets of ichor they could share between each other. It lasted what felt like eternity and it was such a new sensation –  shadows mixing with water, hot steam around them, and Dew above them, blazing with jealousy. Swiss could feel it, so close and so intense. Sharing him with Aether was one thing but apparently sharing him with the pack was another – constant stream of you’re mine mine mine louder and louder as Dew tried to burn through restraints. Swiss didn’t stop at Rain, letting himself be pinned to the ground by Mountain, with hands above his head in a tight grip, feeling like the earth itself tried to swallow him when they kissed. They all tasted so different, even if some of them were of the same element. Ifrit like midday heat, Zefyr like coastal breeze, Ivy like deep forest soil. River like cold roaring stream, while Chain like rich hot spring. Delta tasted like morning fog, some memory of water disappearing under taste of copper, and Swiss could only kiss him harder, broken and lost.

In the meantime Dew was having, for sure, time of his life. He was almost panting, as much as someone who didn’t breathe could, looking at Swiss with such fever in his eyes, ichor from open throat still dripping on Swiss and there were so many feelings in every drop it was making him delirious. Swiss actually questioned himself, not that he could take it back now, but he couldn’t keep Dew like that forever either, even if he wanted, and he did, so much, so close to him. He let his chains retract, slowly one by one, and Ghouls immediately started to move out of the way. Swiss was getting nervous. Even Aether got closer to Mountain, laughing, air full of tiny zaps. 

listen I may have went too fa 

Fire was all around Swiss, and Dew was in the middle of it, bright like the center of an exploding star. Yeah, Swiss knew he overdid it, of course he did, they didn't mate but should've, Dew was already upset about it, begging for more. There was probably a limit to what Dew could take before he decided that Swiss is not good enough for being wanted.  Fuck, he was barely accepted, what the hell was he doing? He mentally got ready for either silent days in the best case or for being straight up kicked out of the Pit, pack rights revoked, go rot in Hell.

What he didn’t anticipate was a kiss, furious and fervent, drowning him in lust and thirst, trying to burn any remnants of anyone other than Dewdrop from Swiss very being and it was working, because Swiss for a good moment forgot that anything existed beyond Dew. Heaven, Hell, Earth, problems, doubts, anger – there was nothing but Dew, his claws deep in Swiss' chest, ripping him open, inferno roaring around them, shadows so painfully close to mixing and dancing with blazing flame, bright like the sun – together in a never-ending phantasmagoria of their hunger for each other. He wanted to take his mask off, to let his shadows, his flames, his true matter touch Dew instead of this constricting suit, to envelop Dew with all of himself. But that was enough. He could stay like this forever.

you are mine you will always be mine

aren’t pack

you are mine

I am yours

—**—

Swiss sort of forgot to pay attention to Copia for at least the night and half of the next day, but he had good reasons. Well, one reason. Well, one main reason and a pack of equally important ones. When he wasn’t busy with them he was busy with decorating, which was new to him. He yanked a couch or two, large and comfy ones, from one of the rooms, embedded them with some sigils so they would withstand an unmasked Elementals, and put them in the Pit, right before a TV he… found. He brought their instruments down, as the Ministry had backups that only gathered dust in dark rooms, added some random junk that wasn’t guarded by anybody or nailed to any surfaces. Then various plants, then more plants, then more plants cause Mountain, Pebble and Ivy were looking at him in unison and with clear expectations. He added more clothes, blankets and pillows that the nest really needed, some of them from Copia’s room. Swiss was determined to make this place fun and comfortable if his pack felt the need to stay here all the time, except for the rehearsals. Dew, who was slightly apprehensive about blatant stealing of various shit, was looking at him from one of the couches, sprawled comfortably, eyes half closed, which was diminishing the effect of his disapproval.

To be honest Dew was looking at him constantly since yesterday, and it was not an exaggeration, but Swiss was pretty sure that if he was to spill any more ichor right now he will dwindle like the Ministry’s vegetable garden – he wasn’t confident if there was a finite amount of it in his body, but he was starting to feel like that was the case.

any desires 

Swiss asked, as he was nothing but polite and it was Dew’s Pit after all. He sat next to Dew, and Dew was on him instantly, head on Swiss’ lap, pleasure of physical contact like a wave washing over them.

you

you are fucking insatiable Firecracker

Dew didn't deny it, no guilt in him about it. Aeth hugged Swiss from behind, Dew biting his finger the second it got close to his mouth, ichor slowly oozing on his tongue.

we have rehearsal don’t bite each other too much idiots

Copia appeared in the chapel not long after them, faster than he usually arrived, or maybe Swiss just lost track of the Ministry time. He was reeking of anxiety. Major anxiety, something Swiss didn’t see from him during this month. This was not good, this was not the plan, was it because he went away yesterday? Ghouls were looking between each other with confusion, it was barely a day worth of time since they saw him. They all silently decided to act normal around him, not let their anxiety fuel his anxiety further. It didn’t help. He made stupid, small mistakes, he dropped his mike, he tripped on cables and every single one of those meaningless mishaps were crashing him, like they meant something, like they meant the world. Dew looked sad, nervous, so unsure, and stood closer than normal to Copia as they played, and Swiss understood why – if the pack played their cards correctly yesterday they would’ve gained Copia, Lucifer’s son, or at least invited Copia in, but they went for Swiss. Wrath who was nothing but his fury. A fallen angel who couldn’t sing, still coudn’t fucking sing. Ghoul who ignored the main reason he was here, leaving Copia alone. A broken, hollow husk of a being who scooted off into a dark corner of Hell when faced with kindness as he only offered anger in return. Swiss would also be devastated. He didn’t want to screw it up, he really didn’t. He was just selfish, so selfish, he left Copia to drown in sadness, one he didn’t know how to repair, reshape into happiness; he went for Dew knowing he couldn't offer him what he wanted and now Dew knew it too, how could he not regret choosing Swiss. He tried to snap out of the pain, his pain wasn’t important now, it wasn’t about him, but he didn’t have a chance as his microphone stand catched fire, covering his mask in soot.

don’t you dare think I will ever regret choosing you you were made to be mine

Swiss actually stopped in half motion and just stood still for a second. Dew sounded so similar to Them, same passion, same irrevocableness to his words. What in the ever loving fuck is the problem with shiny fuckers, did the possessiveness and acceptenss came as a symbiotic traits with the first beam of light ever created? 

Swiss should have minded this but he didn’t. He liked that, actually. He fucking loved it. Belonging, being wanted to the verge of insanity – it had an irresistible charm and was mending something deeply broken in him. He really was drawn to possessive, jealous beings like he hadn’t had a problem with a possessive, jealous father that had blown up in his face. It was calming. It was what he needed. It also left him flustered, which, just…

He snapped his jaws at Dew.

“Okay, break time. Swiss, calm down, for the fuck's sake!”

I’m very calm fuck you

“Yeah, fine, I know it’s my fault. I’m sorry for… all of this.” Oh for the love of… Not ‘fuck you’ like that! “Look, I know I’m not as easy to work with as Terzo.” 

who the fuck is Terzo

previous Papa he’s dead Witch killed him Omega went with him they were mated

huh how

“I’m a mess and it’s affecting you all. But I need you to remain calm when I’m… uhm, like this.”

Swiss still wasn’t sure what was happening. Copia’s body was reacting like he was in danger, mortal danger, but they were all just… standing here. There were no threats, nothing that Swiss was seeing and his eyes were everywhere now. Ghouls around loved Copia, wanted him so obviously, new songs were coming up nicely, people he interacted with in the Ministry liked him, respected him. And yet Copia’s anxiety was spiking, his heart pounded like it was trying to rip free from his chest, he was pale and looked like he was about to lose consciousness. Swiss was terrified, looking at Ghouls with nothing but questions, looking at Dew who took a step back, trying to contain slithers of smoke coming from under his mask. They didn't understand either, but they had some experience with it. Apparently it wasn't the first time. That made it even worse.

Rain moved first, handing Copia ice and it helped a little, whatever miracle that was. Mountain hugged Copia from behind, and it also helped – so water, cold, hugs, touch maybe? But it only helped for a second, before his anxiety rose again, a little different and when Swiss focused on Copia, prying maybe a little too much, desperately trying to understand, he heard it. The same train of thoughts he had, the same feeling of asking for too much, of having no right for it, feeling that he didn't deserve anything good, any kindness, any acceptance. Copia’ heart was a gaping hole, so similar to the one in the center of Swiss’ whole being. 

That… that Swiss understood, a little too well even. He would love to know a permanent solution, a way to fully cut those thoughts out of his and Copia's head. Or at least from Copia’s head. Copia didn’t deserve them. But Swiss had knowledge that Copia didn’t, knowledge about infernal beings that would love to fill the void in him, and maybe that was the way, something just unachievable to Swiss, but achievable for his Cardinal. He couldn't fill that emptiness in Copia alone, even if he wanted, couldn’t help him alone, even if he had experience in being broken. Emptiness like that wasn't meant to be filled by Swiss, same as his was not meant to be filled by anyone. But others could fill it. Ghouls could. He just needed to give them the chance. 

Swiss’' move surprised Rain out of the way, as he cuppedheand cupped Copia’s face in his hands. He didn't have a lot of time before Ghouls would catch up with his plan and fuck knows if they wouldn’t try to stop him, out of fear, not accustomed to manhandling Copia like that. So he just went for it, because it was a good plan, it was a good moment, everything fell into correct places. 

Kissing Copia, and he was trying very hard not to bite into him, was… Swiss wasn't sure what it was, but he wanted more for all the wrong reasons. It was the same familiarity he could feel when he tasted his soul before, but much, much louder. Sensation of pure light dissolving on his tongue, melody he hadn't heard since he left behind the Frozen Lake. He missed that so much, and he was trying not to focus on it too hard, but feeling the human part of Copia, tasting his mortal soul was even harder, bursting with need and arousal. Copia was responding to the kiss with such hunger, desperately trying to get Swiss even closer, to fill that void in him with Swiss, even if it wasn't possible. It was addictive, the forbidden cocktail made specifically to fuck Swiss up. And Swiss felt Copia relax, felt him opening up to possibility of being wanted, opening up to the fact his Ghouls wanted him in return and fuck, finally, why did it have to be so complicated. Swiss knew why. The same ‘why’ was the reason he knew he didn't deserve Dew, because he didn’t, not really. But Swiss could pretend in places that Wrath couldn’t. 

He took a step back, licking his lips, not letting any drops of soul go to waste. Copia looked positively radiant as he asked if Dew and Aether were okay with that, which was hilarious. Don’t know, were they okay with getting a chance to love someone they wanted for so long? Everything around him tasted sweet. 

thank you

my pleasure go claim your Cardinal

It was a bizarre combination of accomplishment and jealousy in Swiss, not really directed at anyone, as Ghouls methodically marked Copia as their own, and Copia was melting under their touches, Dew's kiss, so full of joy and finally and mine leaving him breathless. Swiss knew that Copia needed that, needed the pack, and pack needed him, he needed support and belonging only they could provide him with, raw and endless, but still, it made him jealous. It made him jealous when he looked at the way Dew was fighting with his own fire just to be able to taste Copia, how he was constantly touching him, his arms, his face, not even caring for the bits of soul he could be getting – just happy to finally be able to be close to Copia, to see him lighthearted, fog lifting. 

Swiss had a normal amount of feelings about that. About Dew, about Copia and about the fact that he was apparently becoming his father in the end, jealous and insane.

Fuck, okay, at least he could have a good time out of this, and there was much more of Copia to have, just bubbling under the surface, and, in addition, much more surface to explore under those clothes. He licked the exposed skin of Copia's neck, hand sliding down to get rid of those barriers, just a thin layer between more Copia and the pack, Cardinal full on excited about Swiss touch, body yearning for more, and Swiss was willing to give it to him, maybe bite him a little and… And just like that a fucking switch flipped, Copia went back to being anxious, moving Swiss hand out of the way.

“We have… We have a problem.”

Yeah they fucking do, Swiss was ready to check if angels were really immortal. This was supposed to go perfect.

The problem, at least, wasn't really a problem. Well, it was, huge one, but for completely different reasons than the ones presented. Copia, or more precisely the Witch, wanted Swiss to fight, to test his abilities and Copia was supposed to see with his own eyes and tell her back which one of Ghouls was the strongest. Copia hated the idea. Swiss didn’t understand where it came from. Dew looked perplexed. 

what's the point of it 

“Fuck. Wait, you are certain that Swiss would win or lose?”

win duh 

he is the strongest Aether confirmed, Dew with him. 

“So what now? Should he fight all of you at once?”

Well that was actually something that Swiss could get behind. A little exercise, little bonding with the whole pack, something more fun than one on one fighting, which would end before it would even start. He looked at Dewdrop, expecting some excitement, feelings similar to those in Swiss, but Dew’s eyes were now on Copia, affection in them, unwavering love. Swiss smiled, a little sadness blooming in him, but he didn't care. He did what he was supposed to. They weren’t mated. It was okay. Swiss needed to blow off some steam.

yes let's play a competition with you as a prize

Dew looked at him, finally, surprised, but Swiss didn't look at him back. He grabbed Copia by the shirt, licking his teeth. 

if I win I'll bite into you first

Oh, and Copia was so joyous about this, his body oozing excitement at the thought of the upcoming show. Ghouls were almost euphoric, only Dew was looking at Swiss weirdly.

“Tonight then. The stone circle in the middle of the Ministry’s forest.” 

Maybe Dew already felt that Swiss was planning to throw that fight, to let Firecracker win, have his bite, taste Copia as he should. Or maybe he was just jealous.

—**—

Swiss was close to Copia. After all they were in the forest, full of dangerous trees and squirrels, and he didn't want his Cardinal to hurt himself before they were supposed to have their enrichment time, or, preferably, to not hurt himself at all. Ever. Copia was too anxious to talk to him, which was sad, so Swiss tried spying on other’s conversations. Ghouls were talking between each other in whispers, building some kind of strategy, maybe. He couldn’t in a good faith pry into that, take their element of surprise. So he did what he had to – began to look at his array of destructive methods of doom to figure out the way he should fight, so it wouldn't be lethal to them. Options were looking… gloom. Fuck, maybe it was a bad idea after all. As an angel he was made for destruction, last time he fought heavens fell. Well, he did fight after that but that was for entirely different reasons than a test of power, fun reasons. What was his strategy supposed to be now? He could just play with them, dance around their attacks for a while, get them all worked up and then just let Dew win, but they would all know that – they were brilliant and beautiful and they wanted to test themselves against an angel.

And he was sure they had a chance fighting against an angel. They could probably win with Principality with ease, his glorious pack. But not with Swiss. With him they didn’t stand a chance. 

Aether took Copia aside, all of the Ghouls deciding beforehand that someone has to guard him or he will breach the circle in the middle of the fight and get himself hurt at best, destroyed in the worst case scenario, with the later being more probable. 

Swiss was still trying to figure out a way to not obliterate the place in a single movement.  It was difficult to fully control himself with this mask on him, he wasn't accustomed to restrictions and keeping this form intact was eating away his focus, but taking it off could very well mean losing all control and going haywire. He needed to focus, fully focus, so they all fucking survive this and in the middle of it Copia wouldn’t get eaten by a bear or ants or some shit. Not that he didn’t trust Aeth. He was just a control freak, a little feature of his immense guilt. He decided to not use any form of fire. Fire wasn’t an option… but maybe chains were. They already saw them, they were precise and he could miss on purpose without being too obvious. He didn’t need to lose his form for this, when time would come he could melt into the shadows fully to simulate being destroyed, would they really know the difference? And in the meantime he could even have, Lucifer forbid, actual fun out of this, he thought. He looked at Ghouls before him, Dewdrop front and center, still glaring at him suspiciously, and grinned at him, finally ready to play.

“Il mio Daemon, combatti per me!”

fuck me up

They started with a bang. The strategy was probably to overwhelm him. It wasn't bad, there were a good lot of powerful Elementals here, and they were in an environment full of resources tailored to their needs. Attacks were ruthless from the very second the fight started, claws and teeth and elements ready to sink into his form, none of them being shy about their need to take him down, but he also knew they were testing the ground, curious what his answer would be. 

And answered he did, high-pitched screech of metal scraping against metal filled the air, chains white hot, hung everywhere in a web of his design, alive in a never-ending movement. Oh how pleasant it was to spread them high and wide. He didn’t wait for them to catch up with him. Pleasantries ended, it was time for carnage. 

Chains were destroying parts of Ghouls faster than they could regenerate, keeping them at bay. Some of them were sharp, sharper than razor, cutting and slashing, spilling the ichor from nice, clean wounds they created, leaving canvas for fast regeneration. Those were the kind ones. Others constricted arms and legs, coiling around them tighter and tighter, relentless and barbaric, till they snapped what they were crushing, till they pulled it off forcefully from the body, limbs falling to the ground before melting away. 

He moved away from those attacks that were able to reach him, few and far between, as every mildly successful strike brought his focus to the Ghoul who made it, and it ended in more spilled ichor, tearing them to pieces. He dismantled the spells, letting a few flew past him, seemingly almost hitting him but, oh, what a pity. He pinned air Ghouls firmly to the ground, talons torn. He felt Aether tensing to his left, and that was precisely what he was thinking about before, letting his focus dwindle, as he lost Copia from his vision for a second and now was trying to catch up on the situation around him, more than with what was happening around him. What a beautiful night they had, deep shadows lurking between trees. 

gotcha

Dew arm pierced through Swiss’ torso from behind, searing, so pleasant in him, and Dew didn't wait for Swiss to react, didn’t wait to rip through Swiss form, brutal and wild. What a relief. What a delight to be torn apart by someone like him. Other Ghouls were upon Swiss, taking their chance, making their contribution to destruction and Swiss slowly, unnoticed seeped into the shadows, lifting his mask, just a little, to control himself better. He can throw the towel, smile sadly and say he was bested, almost destroyed even, if he was feeling theatrical. Best performance of his life. Lucifer would kill him with laughter.

come back and fight you fucker

That caught him by surprise. Dew was looking directly at him, even though Swiss was far beyond the stone circle. What a clever little flame.

you won Firecracker don't you want your prize we fought and you took me down

I know you planned this fucker we didn’t even scratch you

maybe maybe not

I don't want the prize I want what's mine and you are mine

my mask is lifted and I'm never-ending Dew

and all of you belong to me every part of you is mine 

you won't win if I attack again

it doesn't matter it never mattered 

oh really

I want you to taste him first so when I tear into you later I will drown in the feeling of it through you I want to drown in you

Swiss’ shadows pulsated in the rhythm of his laughter, the whole forest trembling because of it. 

very well my little Flame

Swiss looked towards Copia who noticed his movements, mix of fear and amazement in him. Swiss’ eyes winked at him, look at your summon, aren’t you proud? as the chains rattle in the silence of the night once again. Ghouls scattered, only Dew was left standing still in the middle. Single, thin like a human hair chain coiling around him, cutting him slowly,  deliciously, leaving deep gash in his fire.

They didn’t want to play, didn’t want it on a boring level – great. Swiss was willing to give them a short, pitiless lesson. He didn’t wait this time for attacks to pick up. He pinned most of the Ghouls to the ground, impaling them, chain after chain, like gruesome statues in various poses. He left a few standing longer, teasing them, enveloping them in darkness that he was, incapacitating them with his teeth – slow, intimate defeat. His champion was doing much better, maybe Swiss should be rougher with him. Dew’s flames, shooting high into the cloudless sky, so much more dazzling against the pitch-black of Swiss’ being, lighting up the stone circle. 

Ghoul after Ghoul, methodically and almost clinical – Swiss was incapacitating the whole pack, keeping them too busy to form any offensive force, to become any threat. Soon it was mostly him, Dew and Mountain – stone walls were crumbling under Swiss chains, but were giving Dew enough time to evade Swiss’ attacks, one wave of fire after another sent Swiss’ way, every powerful blow leaving Swiss ecstatic, every missed attack toward Dew felt intoxicating.  

Swiss remade his Ghoul form back, before his euphoria pushed him beyond the point of no return. He walked towards Dew, towards his lover, his fire, one of the chains wrapped around his finger, tongue licking the dripping black ichor of his pack with visible pleasure. 

come to me my fierce Flame I wanna bewitch you in the moonlight 

And Dew did, legs around Swiss’ waist, claws deep in Swiss’ neck, and there was no difference between the fight and the need to devour anymore, to consume and be consumed, Dew’s fire burning Swiss’ shadows, trying to get to what was hiding under them, to the things they were protecting.

all of you I need all of you please take me whole

Dew was begging at this point, and Swiss was high on joy it was bringing him, the thought of it, the hope. Dew’s flame living in Swiss growing bigger and brighter, allconsuming. Swiss stopped caring who will win or lose, there wasn’t anything to win or lose here, as he threw himself on the ground, his chains still slashing, still dancing, his fire so close to the surface, earth soaked in ichor of his pack right under him, flooding his senses, Ghouls around trembling with the sheer force of his pleasure. He gave up, how could he not give up to this feeling, his resistance seemed so pointless now, they were made to be one.

bite me in me in me make me whole mine my Dew my Flame

And Dew’s fire roared as he sunk his teeth in Swiss, Swiss’ form giving up on him, mask not strong enough to contain his feeling, their fires, their voices like choir, like perfect melody together, yes yes yes make me yours always yours always mine devour me all of me finally again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again again again– 

“Enough! Please, enough. You proved your point, they can’t hurt you and you are the strongest, Swiss. Please, don’t hurt each other any more…”

Swiss wasn’t sure… no, scratch that, he actually was sure that there wasn’t a curse in human language that would truly illustrate his emotions right now.

The stillness between them was so abrupt. Dew looked at Copia, a quick glance before he looked back at Swiss and Swiss saw himself in his eyes and… Oh no. No no no. They were less than a second before burning this forest, this Earth, this realm to ashes, before they became one, truly and fully, before Swiss drowned Dew in everything he was, like an open floodgates, before he let his own fire roar. If Copia didn’t stop them, didn’t stop Swiss by pure accident, Swiss would break him. Reality sinked in. He almost destroyed Dewdrop.

And Dewdrop was terrified. 

And Swiss understood why.

I’m sorry I'm so so so sorry I’ve made a mistake I won't let this happen again I promise

no Swiss wait 

Swiss burned Dew just slightly too hot, so he would let him go, and let his shadows envelop himself tight, tighter, filling any cracks, any openings. Fuck, he was trembling, world was spinning, mask was on but he had to hold it by so much force. He thought he wasn’t that stupid, that reckless. He knew it would happen, he went through reasons against it like through litany so many times already. He just hoped… He wanted… He would never have him. Not fully, not utterly. He made his mistake, he checked and now he knew. Was it better to know? Was it supposed to be better to know, to have no illusions about it? It didn’t feel better. It felt like dying. Pain to emptiness, fuck, pain to emptiness. But there wasn’t just pure emptiness in him, wasn’t it? Dew’s flames, a desperate need to have him living in Swiss didn't die out, it became stronger and all it brought now was anguish. Swiss didn't want it there but had no way to extinguish it anymore. He missed anger, he wanted to be angry about this, not just grieving. 

Swiss needed something to ground him. He looked around in desperation, at the forest, at the night sky. At Copia. Copia just standing there, not even knowing what just happened, terrified about his Ghouls, not of them. Not of him. Caring and kind and at places as broken as Swiss was. Swiss saw those looks toward him before, in Copia's room, in the chapel – admiration, warmth in Copia's eyes, more than towards the rest of Ghouls, present there only because of the influence of that speck of Lucifer in him. But maybe Lucifer is what he needed right now. He would take that warmth. That Light. He would take it and let it seep into him, not into Swiss or Wrath but deeper, into the version of him that was screaming in pain. Hidden. Real. For a moment, just a fragment of a second, he listened to that never-ending cry, awake now. Again, he lost something that wasn’t even really his – his kin, his grace, his voice and now Dew. He would forget. He would control himself. He survived worse, didn't he. 

After all, he won. His cost was Dew and his prize was Copia. 

He got to Copia, knocking him down on the ground, smiling, grinning, letting himself be washed over with a sense of victory, however fake. He looked into Copia’s eyes, into his soul, into the Light, the familiar Light he needed so badly now and sent a clear message.

you are mine 

He loved how Copia shivered under him, yes more of this give me your pleasure, but the Cardinal had the focus of a fucking squirrel.

“Sure, buddy. Wait, Swiss, what about Ghouls?”

what about them Copia

“They are hurt. We need to help them.”

Swiss tried to make him understand that nothing bad happened to them, he didn't have time for this. They were a little overwhelmed now, Swiss’ fault, and were regenerating slower after being torn to pieces, but they will come back together in a flash.

“Yes, I know, but is there something we can do to help them heal faster? Is there anything I can do? I cannot leave them like that!”

wha like what

“I don’t want them to be in pain. Their wellbeing is my responsibility, Swiss.”

humans you’re all just for fuck sake pain is fun Copia just a sensation for us 

Physical pain, at least. Swiss was getting a little too much of the other kind and it would be ridiculous if it didn’t hurt that much. He was getting desperate and Copia was so talkative all of a sudden. 

“Yeah, unpleasant one.”

is it really truly Copia it's just like what did you called it like a spice 

“Like a spice… Pain is like a spice for you.”

there you go sure like food make art out of it right

“Well, we still need them fully functioning and we need them soon, preferably right now. So tell me, Ghoul, is there anything I can do to help them?”

Swiss looked around trying to figure out what to tell him. A good meal, maybe? A couple humans drained of blood by Ghouls’ teeth would do, but they did not have a couple humans at hand and Swiss was not about to go and get some at his current stage. They had one though – much, much better than a bunch of normal ones, so maybe a whole six litters of blood was not needed. Besides Ghouls never tasted before that human/Lucifer-soul/blood mix, and a large amount of it may leave them as incapacitated as being impaled to the ground by chains. What could be… The circle. The circle was relatively young, magic in it still fresh and a little bit of willingly given soul could maybe speed up the process for the Ghouls. That should work, but even if not it would distribute fragments of soul evenly – it would be more like a drink of water than a feast that consuming straight blood would give them, still better than nothing. Copia caught up surprisingly fast, but Swiss’ life just couldn’t be easy. He grabbed Copia’s wrist, covering the stone with second hand, just to be sure.

“What now? You told me to bleed and I will. No biggie.”

not like that

It made Swiss happy, really, the way Copia was so ready to help his Ghouls. That kindness again, on a full display. Copia cared about them so much, and Swiss could feel that his Cardinal would bleed himself dry without hesitation if that would help them. Another thing he found similar between Copia and himself. What an amazing thing Lucifer did with this one, and Swiss would make sure that he would stop being so broken. He had to make sure that Copia would be happy. But now he didn't need Copia, Copia’s kindness, Copia’s willingness to help. He needed Lucifer. He desperately needed something he wasn't able to destroy. 

“Well, I’m sorry I came unprepared for a blood sacrifice, I don’t have a knife on me.”

Great, here it was, his chance. Did Swiss want to bite into Copia? Yes. Should he? No. Did he need to, right now, desperately, just to stop the screaming inside, just to remind himself that there were some things that didn't just suffer, only suffer because of him? In any other situation he would be happy with just licking Copia all over, because blood was a different beast altogether, especially given willingly, especially with this level of enthusiasm. But it wasn't any other situation. He was here and he felt unstable. He bared his teeth at Copia in what he hoped was still a smile. 

“Oh, because the oral cavity is so sanitary, si? I don’t know what you had in your mouth.” 

mostly Dew nowadays Copia for fuck sake please 

“Do your worst, Ghoul. Spice me up.”

Copia gave him his hand and once again willingness and lack of fear and anticipation hit Swiss harder than he expected. How could he ever hurt him, this delicate human body, he didn't want to but he needed to. He took off the glove and kissed the skin of Copia's palm, blood rushing just beneath, sweet and warm, and full of life. He reminded himself, again, that what he felt, that ongoing need for Copia was really for Lucifer in him. That's why it was so strong, that's why it reminded him of his need for Dew. Fuck, he couldn’t think about Dew right now, couldn’t imagine the husk that he almost had made of him, his essence destroy, everything that what made him Dew, his flames, his fire just… gone. He wouldn't be able to destroy Lucifer like that and he needed to cling to this thought. They were the only being somewhat present here, in this forest, he wouldn't be able to destroy and he needed to feel that, to be sure, again and again. Just a little bit. Just a bit of blood, of that Light and he would be able to control himself again, he would forget about Dew, about everything. A little bit wouldn’t hurt him, not him, a human soul wouldn’t change anything, he hoped, as he bit into the hand and blood flooded his mouth.

He could feel his fires creeping to the surface, reacting to those slivers of Lucifer, as always bright, brighter than any light and he tried desperately to keep them at bay, but it was barely working, and even that was good at that moment. He needed that so badly, his mind going blank, only light there, only warmth, ever-present. He needed that grounding, that calmness to wash over him. But next to that was Copia’s soul, so loud and persistent and there was nothing to keep him distracted from it, because Copia didn’t even move his hand, didn’t retract from fire, he was just enduring it and Swiss could feel in the blood, in that human blood, how much he wanted Swiss. How much Copia wanted Swiss. Why? It was divine, confusing. How could he ever stop himself, now that he tasted it?

“Fuck, Swiss, you will cauterize the wound!”

Okay, that would work. It was enough for now anyway. He felt like himself again. It did what it was supposed to do. 

I'm sorry Cardinal let me share it with the rest they deserve their prize too

He licked his lips, gathering as much blood as he could in his mouth. He tried his best to not let it all sink into him, however entrancing that concept was and went back to the centre of the stone circle, back to his pack. He would give them a taste. They all needed a taste of this. Dew looked less terrified now, fear seemingly leaving his body entirely, something else replacing it. He looked like he was drowning, on the verge of panic, hand instantly on Swiss’ shoulders.

please I

it’s okay everything is okay you did nothing wrong 

you don’t understand please I can handle you please I need you I 

I have something better for you open wide

Swiss kissed Dew, sharing Copia's blood between them, letting him have his fill. He kept the kiss rather chaste, just a means to an end, and he felt Dew trying to get more, not more of Copia but more of him and he stepped back. Dew had enough of Swiss, enough of his destruction. He wouldn’t let himself slip up like that ever again.

Copia’s blood was doing wonders, as Swiss looked between Ghouls sharing it with every kiss, magic of the circle filling them up even further, their eyes on the Cardinal, emanating hunger. Missing limbs were regained, their essence shining brighter, more beautiful than ever. That would make them full for days, Swiss patted himself on the back. Great job. And like a true coward he was, when Dew reached for him again, he just ran back to Copia. He would get himself high on him, on Lucifer through him, gave the whole pack a taste of the pleasures Copia had to offer, because humanity wasn’t what Swiss wanted, they could have it all. And then they would forget about this joyous day, moving together into a brighter, Copia-centered future. 

Swiss hugged his prize, blood from the cut sinking into him – good, more of it, more of this intoxicating feeling between known and unknown, and he wanted it, he needed to drown himself in it. Before he knew it he was kissing Copia, so less careful than he should, cutting the delicate skin of Copia's mouth with his teeth, more blood, more light, more arousal and need, so much in such a tiny amount. He helped Copia lay down, Copia was already barely standing, and it was easier that way to just taste everything he saw, face and neck, feel texture of the skin, smell of fresh sweat. Wasn’t the skin just weird? All of Copia tasted distinctively of what he was feeling at the moment, but some places gathered more soul than others. Like it was pooling there, similar to water underground, seeping onto the surface where the barrier was thinner. Crook of the neck, for example. It was all the same pleasure but it just tasted spicier there, somehow. Swiss was curious if there were more points like this, where they were placed, if the taste became deeper, more complex. With Copia permission he ripped the clothes open, because Copia’s trembling and pulling them off was taking him way too long. He grinned like a maniac, because yes, there were more points, the soul saturated more with Copia’s pleasure there, and the more pleasure Copia experienced the tastier it became. 

Swiss was trying to be civil about it. To take that pleasure, sift it, divided into two counterparts, take Lucifer for himself and leave Copia for Ghouls. Entice them to come close, to taste for themselves. There was a problem with this idea, though. There was much more humanity than Lucifer in Copia. Sure, the presence of Lucifer’s Light was enough to ground Swiss moments ago, but now it was miniscule compared to Copia’s soul. And it all was so new – emotions, sensations, fluids, images seeping from Copia’s mind like water from broken dam, sounds even. Swiss should be better at ignoring this – this wasn’t his first encounter with a human, before he…

Swiss came to the shocking conclusion that he never tasted a human like that. Not without his father's order, not humans' fear and terror and not just… willingly. 

It was messing him up. Why was it messing him up? He should be getting calmer and he was getting feral. One tongue wasn’t enough to fill him up, he needed to get under Copia skin, burn through it, get directly to the source of that soul and bite into it, into the immortal soul of Copia and understand. It was just a soul. Without Lucifer it was just a soul. Extraordinary, glorious soul. And he wanted more. All of this was his. Fires were rising in him again, hot air around him was making Copia sweat, his tongue left a long, red mark on the skin making Copia hiss, pain and pleasure equally delicious and yes yes more more more. Swiss felt Aether hand on his shoulder and his head snapped towards the Ghoul.

how can I fucking help you Aether

you are giving him too much pain

You don't say, he kind of noticed that, that was the idea. More feelings equal more soul, all soul, now. 

not good pain bad pain 

again today the fuck does it mean 

they are not fireproof skin’s delicate they don’t like ah fuck let me just show you

show what oh

There were some memories of the memories, and Swiss recognised Terzo, previous Papa, in them. Quintessence Elemental, gorgeous at that, probably Omega, based on the stories he was told, was touching Terzo, his hands bold, practiced and sure, making Terzo quiver and moan with pleasure. There were a lot less clothes involved, human anatomy on full display, not entirely new, but still bizarre, less teeth than Swiss was hoping for, more thrusting than he anticipated, almost… animalistic. That made sense, humans were animals first and foremost. Lots of repetition in the overall act, lots of pressure but not a lot of pain. Fuck, it was difficult to focus, Copia smelled delicious under him, and it was a new smell, not sweat or spit, something sweeter, ambrosial in nature. He needed to taste it. Before he got the chance to ask any more questions Copia yanked him toward himself, kissing his mask, jealous beyond belief. 

“You will not talk about him now! You are mine!” 

Swiss laughed at that, Copia’s mind full of Terzo and Swiss was getting only tiny snippets that were loud enough to see. 

vice versa you will not think about anyone other than me 

He started again, his fire wild but not as wild, licking a long strip from Copia’s abdomen to his neck. He was perfect for Copia, wasn’t he. He would learn fast and soon all of Copia’s thoughts would be filled only with Swiss, his pleasure only for Swiss, his soul only for Swiss. His tongue hooked around one of the nipples, another point where the soul cumulated, richer, spicier here, making Swiss almost vertiginous and Copia gasped in pleasure, a wave of it running through Swiss body – more. He tried again, his fingers on Copia, more pressure and that got him a moan so sweet he licked his lips – more more more. And yet Copia looked like something was missing, reaching himself, showing Swiss what he wanted, more sensation, more firm touch. 

good Copia show me teach me

He spent some time just playing, drinking Copia up, sweetness and spice coating his tongue, dripping from it while he was reaching for more. And that smell, distinct and heavenly, was getting increasingly stronger, pushing Swiss into insanity and beyond that, things around him couldn't matter less, he needed wanted deserved more, it was his, it all belonged to him. Swiss moved lower, there were too many clothes still, and Copia reacted to his movement with anticipation mirroring his own, another layer was taken down and Swiss froze in pure bliss, smell so sweet, almost syrupy, flooding his senses. Copia was saying something to him, but he couldn't care less, not now, not when coherence was leaving him rapidly. And then Aether moved closer, too close, reaching for Copia and no, this was his alone, only his and he was ready to fight for it, really fight, till there be no one standing in his way. 

FUCK OFF

It came like a growl, maybe it was just a growl at this point and the way Copia was happy about it made him ecstatic. Wasn’t he doing this to rebuild his control? Why was he trying to rebuild his control? He didn’t need control, he needed Copia. They kissed again, wet and perfect, spit and teeth, Copia hands moving through his body, exploring this funny, limited form he was in, and it wasn't unwelcomed, every movement leaving a soul soaked trail, sinking into Swiss, and then Copia stopped out of nowhere. Just… stopped. Why did it happen again today, the abrupt stillness? His mind was buzzing. Did he break something again? Did he hurt him…? Please, no, everything but this. They did the whole kissing before, what was happening? Copia shifted, looking at him lost and confused, and Swiss was sure he was looking at Copia the same way.

“Are we having sex right now?”

what the fuck is sex

Copia was calculating something in his head, Swiss could feel his thoughts running but wasn't sure where they were going, one on top of another, before he seemed to catch up to something. He didn’t look hurt. Maybe he didn’t hurt him. This was really a bad time for this, why was it always in moments like this. 

“Wait, what… You are feeding on human souls?”

Swiss was ready to get up and just leave the forest. His mind was still clouded, he still tasted Copia’s pleasure, his soul on his tongue which second ago was amazing and now was just distracting. Ghouls were trying to convey something to Copia and Swiss was trying to not lose his balance.

“So, for me it is sex but you are having dinner?”

At this point Swiss had to physically keep Copia in place, because he isn’t going anywhere, we are not doing this. Copia was apparently going through such a great level of revelation he was ready to throw all that Swiss was feeling at this moment, all this bliss, all this one-step-at-the-time approach that was working oh so brilliantly, to the sewers and Swiss could only face so much rejection in one day. He was staying here till Swiss, fuck knows, lick him back into being normal, like a cat. 

“Listen. You wanna taste me and I’m fine with it, seriously, no problem at all. But you can do it when I sing, right? I would rather have you do it that way, then. When you are doing… uhm, it… with all this licking and sucking, I’m getting very horny and it’s unfair to you, because you, well, you don’t get horny, right?”

Was this a test send to Swiss by his fucking father? Is he supposed to repent? Hadn't this all night bring him enough fucking suffering? Because he was starting to reconsider it, going on his knees back to heavens – humans were a disaster, Swiss was a disaster, this was all a disaster, and free will sucked. He can’t do this right now, he can’t deal with human-infernal education for beginners. He looked at Aether, only at Aether, begging for something, anything. 

I don't even know how to deal with this I am genuinely going to bite him till he's happy or bite myself out of existence 

Dew laughed, so close to him, fire sparks flickering on the night sky, and Swiss, for a second, felt just… joy. Pure and unfiltered joy, so foreign in this jumble of emotions he was experiencing. He loved that sound, so far away from fear as it could get. He watched Dew kissing Aether, watched as they shared themselves between each other, and that was good, that was what Dew needed, a mate who could give him all, who he could be one with, with no fear, no second-guessing. It was okay. It would be okay. He would be okay. He would help Copia, he would bring him to his powers, and he would come back straight to Hell. 

Copia relaxed, finally, at least a little bit, pleasure coming back to the surface and Swiss started with a gentler touch, he could be gentle if that's what Copia wanted, but he knew it really wasn't. He got rid of the last pieces of clothes, finally finally getting a taste and it was as gratifying as he hoped, delectable and heavy with richness on his tongue. It wasn’t even Lucifer he was feeling, as it sank into him, and with every lick, every shadow of a touch the pleasure in Copia was building up, making Swiss dazed again, like those little hiccups in the middle didn’t even occur. Then of course they had to stop, how can Swiss expect anything else at this point, he already established that this was a form of torture for him.

“Back off, buddy. You need another lesson in human anatomy. We need some slickness here and if you don’t salivate, well, let me help you with that.”

Salivate? Humans were already wet, and they need more wet, even more liquids spilled on their bodies to experience fucking pleasure? It’s like they never left the ocean, did they subconsciously yearn to go back, is this what was happening? Copia spat on his hand and touched himself, hissing in pleasure and why was that necessary. He looked at Dew – why did he look at Dew, why did he think this was a good idea – and watched as spit dripped from his tongue. Swiss eyes followed the droplets as they hit the ground. He didn’t try to lick them off the soil, but he wanted to.

they need a lot more

“Yeah, it’s necessary. I will show you”

Copia reached for his hand making his fingers wet with saliva, dripping down his hand and it was a challenge to not just absorb it, he did his best, but when he tried to use the moisture back on Copia it vanished in seconds. This design was so wrong, what was his father thinking? 

“It dries out pretty quickly.” 

you don't fuckin say Lucifer kill me

He wasn't sure what to do next. He could work on this problem later, it couldn’t be that difficult to produce spit, he was an angel, he would figure it out, but for now he was left with Copia who was wet all over but apparently not where it was necessary. Dew was looking at him intensely and he equally intensely wasn’t looking back.

I can help

Swiss glanced at him, Dew’s tongue still dripping, hot and perfect, so perfect to feel it in his own mouth, even in this form he was contained in, sliding down the chains… For fuck sake. He was losing his mind, just looking at Dew. 

sure out of the pure goodness and commitment to the case at hand huh

out of the need to taste you

Wasn't that just fantastic, the way everything was working against him. He really should stand up and leave, he got his share, had his Lucifer-save-me moment, what was he doing on the forest floor, fighting against human design like a lunatic. He had to have other options, like Rain maybe, Rain was wet. But he didn’t reach for Rain. He kissed Dew, trying to concentrate on getting his own tongue nice and wet and slick, but it was difficult, just because it was Dew and his mouth tasted like Dew now mixed with Copia, and he was on a nice, thin line between Copia's pleasure washing over him, Dew’s pleasure coming from the kiss and just torture. Enough, there’s only so much he could take. He went back to Copia, hoping it was a sufficient amount of fucking wet and a second round of kissing Dew wouldn’t be necessary because… Dew leaned over, eyes on Swiss, as he dripped spit on Copia and on Swiss’ tongues and that very well could be the mix that would end whatever was left of Swiss’ sanity. Two different kinds of pleasure intertwined in one, and then, as the pleasure that was building in Copia reached its climax, Swiss blacked out for a second. By sheer chance and by enormous will to not have the repeat of the fight, he was able to keep his form completely intact. All Ghouls felt that, the pure pleasure of Copia leaving them all shaken. Once again, Copia said something, but Swiss was instantly focused on getting more. More black out, more taste, more pleasure, more everything.

“Easy there, buddy. Give me like, an hour? Maybe two. I’m not that young, and I can't go on all night anymore.” 

there's a fucking limit of course there’s a fucking limit why the fuck not

He wasn’t letting go, out of pure desperation at this point, till Dew slapped his hand away and Swiss was in too much shock to even be offended. 

there's more if you know what you're doing

How Dew knew there was more and how to get it Swiss chucked on Omega bringing human/infernal education to Ghouls. Swiss wouldn’t for the life of him figure out that fast that you can put a tongue inside, nor that there is another hole humans have and putting things in it also gave them pleasure, because what the fuck. Why did they need so many holes for this? It was complicated. Human design was complicated, unnecessary and fucked up, Swiss thought before another wave of Copia's pleasure washed over him. Copia, in the meantime, looked spent, but was giving a clear signal of wanting more. Fuck yeah, he would love to give him more, he had holes to explore apparently and Swiss needed to check what they were all about, they can stay in this forest forever for all he cared. 

"What the Hell…? Swiss, no, I can’t go again. It will kill me, I swear, I will die from a heart attack or stroke, or something, and I will drag you back to Hell with me, you beautiful monster, you cannot…”

you will be fine you overdramatic human you reek of need let's just 

“Swiss, I’m begging you. I can’t. We will continue tomorrow.”

Swiss looked at other Ghouls and they were all equally confused if not shaken, a little too much after today. Copia wanted more, he was sending them a little bit incoherent images of all kinds of activities, he moaned in pleasure when Swiss was digging his claws into soft, human skin. Swiss hated that disconnect between human mind and speech with a passion of a thousand dying stars.

“We will have a talk about consensual non-consent sex later. Swiss, my body cannot take more. It has limits. My mind would like more but it would be ill-advised. You will break me.” 

Fucking limits. Why they existed was beyond him. Infernal beings didn't experience ‘limits’ like that, tearing each other apart to the verge of nonexistence was sort of a norm in this situation – how else can you grasp someone fully, connect with someone fully if not by literally looking inside and claiming them as part of you?

Dew was looking at him weirdly. 

Fortunately kissing was still an option and Swiss happily partook as it was nice and engaging enough to keep his attention far away from Dewdrop. He tried to be gentle about it, to not overwhelm Copia again and Copia seemed to appreciate it. Appreciate it enough even to guide Swiss’ head to his neck, delicate skin hiding so much blood, so much soul, and Copia told him to bite. Swiss was so beyond the point of insanity he reached the other side of it and felt just relaxed and slightly detached from the situation, trying to figure out how to puncture the skin but not to tear a piece of it. 

you only need to break the skin shallowly and avoid any thicker veins they can overbleed if you hit one of those

mmmm sure shallow and avoid 

too much and he will be fucked 

design flaw

bite properly into me later please I

Yeah, no, not thinking about that. Swiss took it seriously, of course, the scare of fucking up Copia's human form. Again, just a nice little nibble, blood blooming under his teeth, sinking into his tongue, so much of what Copia was was melting into him, so much of what Lucifer was was calming his mind. He was curious if other Ghouls could feel it like he did, feel Lucifer’s Light the same way he experienced it. Was it just a… spice of sorts to them? Something unholy they couldn't quite place. Was it making them dizzy, could they feel the love in it, or was it purely directed at angels. At Swiss. 

Swiss could almost hear Lucifer's voice, tempting him to come back, but he wasn't done with his realm. Not for a little while, not till he proved something. 

—**—

Swiss helped Copia get to his bedroom, human body giving up on his poor Cardinal, making him slip in and out of consciousness. They all decided that Copia just needed to rest, like all humans do, and there was presumably nothing to worry about. He did stay with him for a while though – his bed wasn't much of a nest but it didn't matter. It was comfortable enough and just hugging sleeping Copia in it gave him time to relax a little, clear his head of the remnants of the forest, to think about anything other than himself and his need. Swiss decided that he had to teach Copia more spells, nothing too complicated, just something that would make Copia work on his magic, as mastering things always came with practice. He picked out a few, some telekinesis, some fire, maybe something to help them all communicate better, some exercise in projection. After he felt happy with what he chose, he told rats to watch over his human and went on his casual Ministry walk, a habit of sorts at this point. It was the middle of the night still, a few hours before any light would shine on these old brick walls. He checked if sigils were still nicely embedded into stone, tweaking some of those he found too crude. He moved the Ministry’s grounds a few centimeters to the left, making the morning light hit Copia’s windows just right in this time of year. A simple, mindless activity. 

He ran into Dew a few hours later, on the third floor, while he was adding another hallway that was leading to nowhere, just to fuck with people. 

you didn't come back to the Pit

He didn't, that was true. He didn't precisely for the reason standing before him. He really thought that giving this all time to settle would be best. He himself needed time to let his feelings settle. All that happened would be forgotten in a day or two, his little slip, his big mistake.

I was taking care of Copia thought that was what we agreed on in the forest

you are not taking care of him now

Dew was getting closer to him and soon all the space between them was gone, only the wall behind Swiss and Swiss tried to keep some distance between them, hand on Dew's shoulder, but touching him wasn't helping in any way. He should vanish before something bad happens. He really should. Lucifer, how badly he should.

took a break I'm surprised you are outside of the Pit weren't there some rules you preferred to obey

I don't fucking care

Dew's tongue moved slowly, from Swiss’ chest to his neck, from his neck to the edge of the mask, to the horn, tugging it a little, and Swiss tried to fight it with his shadows, hoping Dew would give up, but it was futile, there was no fight in him left when he was that close to Dew. And Dew was too determined, too focused on sliding his tongue into Swiss’ mouth, cutting it on Swiss’ teeth, drops of ichor shared between them in the kiss.

make me yours I need you we can be one I'm sorry I'm so sorry

It was a litany, seeping into Swiss’ mind with the ichor he was tasting, laced with love and regret, and anger at himself. How could Dew be angry at himself, it was all Swiss’ fault. What happened was his fault and he still couldn’t make himself stop, tell Dew to leave him alone. His whole essence, every part of him screamed to be one with Dew, that it was always supposed to be this way.

I'm yours my little Flame and you are mine it's enough how it is

it's not

He could feel flames rising around them, fire creeping up his arms, Dew growing desperate, his hands clutching Swiss’ shoulders, digging into him trying to break through illusion, to burn through his shadows, to draw any ichor, but it couldn’t happen, that was not a risk Swiss could take ever again. So he only smiled, kissing lightly the edge of Dew's mask.

it is it's perfect I'm not going to destroy you out of selfishness Dew

you won't destroy me I can handle you all of you I need you please please please it was just I panicked for fuck sake we just need

there isn't a thing I wouldn't fight thing I wouldn't do to make you safe my perfect Flame and if the thing that pose danger to you is me I will take care of it

don't you fucking dare to leave me

I'm won’t I’m afraid I’m already too deep to just

Fires were dancing around them and Swiss catched them a moment too late, the fucking fire sprinkler system he noticed on his walks, just above them, as set to work. As he felt Dew froze he grabbed him by the shoulders, hugging him tightly and he let his shadow spread, shielding them from the sudden curtain of water. It wasn't mixing nicely with him, but it was just that for him, just water. It wouldn't destroy him, it wouldn't destroy Dew but it would hurt him like hell, memories of what he was, what was taken from him. 

This shouldn’t have happened. He wasn’t careful, again, Dew wasn’t careful, he should be careful, Swiss wouldn’t survive…

you stupid fucker you all need to get out more you need to know this place for fuck sake fuck fuck fuck that's fucking unpleasant and so fucking cold does it have to be cold on top of wet it's gonna extinguish me at this point

It stopped quite quickly, fortunately, but Dew didn't move. He was looking at Swiss, something clicking for him that Swiss didn't understand till Dew started speaking again.

you're made of fucking fire

Well fuck. He didn’t want Dew to know that. He tried to conceal it, too close to who he really was for his own comfort.

I'm a mixed bag little bit of everything

don't bullshit me you have your fucking shadows and chains but you are made of fire

Dew

that's what I felt in the forest that's what you're not letting me touch

Swiss didn't answer him, instead he got rid of the water around them before it destroyed the floors. At least he stopped the alarm in time, this place would be full of humans if he didn't. He tried to move but Dew wasn't letting him go. Like it changed anything, what Swiss was made of. Made as.

for fuck sake answer me

Lucifer give me strength yes Dew I'm made of fire and that fire stays where it can't hurt anyone preferably deep in the bowels of Hell if I had a say in that

I'm a Fire Elemental I can handle

no not this fire my little Ember there are two beings who can handle it and it's neither of us and I won’t let you destroy yourself because of my stupidity 

what the fuck does this

I'm going back to Copia sun is rising and if everything goes well we can take him apart even further wouldn't that be nice more pleasure

He started to move, ready to cowardly run from this travesty of wanting Dew too much for his own fucking good. It was crushing him, the need. Fucking universe screwing him over with such cruelty. One second he was enamored with little Fire Elemental, the next he could destroy everything he knew for Dew, just for a single touch. What a fucking disaster he was. Before he teleported out of there Dew catched his arm, hard, claws digging into him.

you are still mine we are meant to be one

I will always be yours my Flame nothing will ever change that

good

Swiss really wished he was lying, for their own good, but somehow he was not.

—**—

Morning did bring Swiss clarity of the mind. The Ministry was waking up, people were less shocked by him just appearing in places and electricity was running smoother since he started to take care of it, trying his best with different flavours of magic till he figured it out, somehow, fuck knows how. The kitchen was nice enough now too, people in it were less fearful and Swiss started to warm up to one of the chefs, a feisty little thing. He let Swiss watch as he cooked and it was beyond fascinating. The chef was Polish, as Swiss learned, whatever that meant, and sometimes he swore or told little things to Swiss in his native language, more melodic, a little bit like the sound of bees buzzing than the one used by other people in the Ministry. Sometimes he even gave Swiss food, which he happily consumed, laced with the soul of someone loving the craft, the feeling of making others happy with their work. 

Swiss brought Copia breakfast. It was a little bit of everything, he wasn't sure what Copia would want after the last night, so he just trusted that whatever people gave him was enough and Copia seemed happy with the selection. 

“Thank you so much, dear. Just for the record you are not my butler, you know. You really don’t have to do any of that. I appreciate it, fuck, I love it, but it’s not necessary…”

Copia eat your food or I will smite you honest to Lucifer and we are both gonna be sad because I lov— like you 

What a weird slip, out of nowhere, had to be the stress. Also, when did this happen? Sure, he felt the… something, back in the forest, but the emotions were high, he was high, none of it counted. He did love Lucifer and he did start to like Copia and even that was a surprise in the overall situation. Why did random beings begin to sneak into his feelings without invitation? 

“Thank you. How are the Ghouls?” 

fantastic thumbs up no problems nothing of sorts

“Someone is catching up with the lingo! What else do you know?”

I know middle finger means ‘fuck you’ I should incorporate it more

“Dew is such a bad influence on you! You were such a nice, well mannered Ghoul…”

well mannered never what an affront oh and I know this implies ‘sex’ which is yup very nice get all flustered I hope you'll think about it till evening 

After typical morning activities – Copia disappeared into the bathroom and screamed when Swiss tried to follow – Cardinal sat to write the report. He was lying profusely, picking things that sound less violent and rebuilding the structure of the fight. Swiss appreciated that, no need for the Witch to know too much, preferably nothing at all. He also wrote a lot of nice things about Swiss’ fighting abilities which was sort of funny, he could barely call it a fight, really. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m praising you like you wouldn’t believe. I’m gonna write a song about you, wouldn’t you like it?”

A song? That was new. He actually loved the idea of it, something just for him, little melodic praise. And when Copia sang to him he couldn't stop himself from singing with him, even if every sound made him feel broken. He was accustomed to being broken and Copia enjoyed it when he sang. That was enough. 

The problem appeared out of nowhere. Report was written, the day was young and free of rehearsals, and Swiss didn't have anything better to do than escorting Copia to the Witch's office. Not that he would let Copia go alone anyway. But something wasn't right and it took him a moment to understand what. Swiss noticed that he had no idea where they were going. That couldn't be right, he walked those hallways hundreds of times by now, he was in the walls, he knew this place perfectly, every miniscule detail, every lacking aspect. He tried to keep away from the Witch, but he should still know where she resided. The more he looked through his mind, searching for some corridor, some doors, some nook he forgot he saw before, the more confusion it gave him. There was nothing. No place he could pin point. He was walking step after Copia, all he was seeing was what he knew, all the rooms he already saw. They weren't in some secret part of the Ministry he didn't notice before, they were on the first floor, lots of offices, lots of humans doing whatever they were doing with those papers. Normal. Nothing new. A casual, boring walk.

And then Copia asked him to wait and walked straight through the wall and Swiss stopped feeling Copia's presence all together. 

Swiss lost his mind. His first reaction was to run after Copia, this wasn't right, something terrible was happening, the lights in the hallway began to flicker as he panicked. He got closer to the wall and looked at it, really looked, and then he saw it. And it made him angry. And afraid.

There were sigils. Hundreds of them, powerful, but not protection ones. They were put there to conceal the room, conceal whatever was inside, whoever was inside and they were working wonders, especially when it came to Swiss. 

Complicated designs made to keep angels out. 

This couldn't be right. No one, not a single human knew what he was. Not Copia, definitely not some Ministry’s workers, even Ghouls had only some basic knowledge. Why would she know? How did she know? His eyes hurt from looking at the sigils, deep, searing pain he didn't feel since heavens, but he had to understand. It slowly became clearer – those sigils were here a long time, they weren't a new addition. He could see layers of them, better and stronger ones put on top of the previous. They were here for years, decades even, hiding the room from one type of being only. He was sure other Ghouls could see it, Copia could see it. But why? If it wasn't about Swiss, and it clearly wasn't, what kind of angels the head of the Satanic Church had to hide from in her own home? Who was she so afraid of–

Lucifer. 

She was hiding from Lucifer's gaze in Lucifer’s temple. Why? Why why why? And the son of Lucifer just casually walked inside. Swiss was never so happy that Copia was still far from coming to his powers, to feel the full effect those things had to have on Lucifer’s Light in him. But he still was there alone, whatever was happening inside couldn't reach Swiss standing outside, petrified. He could dismantle them. It was still magic, magic of his kind that made them, all magic came from angels. It would take some work, it wouldn't be painless, but he could do it. One after another, layer after layer, he could break them apart, now that he knew what he was looking at. But for this he would have to reveal himself as what he was. And the moment he would start the Witch would know. It was a blood rooted magic, connected to her, and any interference would work like a fucking alarm. 

All he could do was to stand outside, swallowing his own panic. It took a few minutes for Copia to walk out but it felt like hours. Copia looked rough, drenched in sweat, his hands were trembling. Swiss couldn’t even reach for him, couldn’t do anything to make him feel better, there were people around already looking suspiciously at them, standing too close to each other for their comfort. 

“This place always gives me anxiety, everytime I have to walk in there I feel physically sick. There must be something wrong with this office, I should tell Sister, but really that’s her problem.”

you think there’s something wrong really who would fucking guess 

“Maybe there’s a mold problem? I’ve seen mold in the bathrooms on this floor. No Swiss, bad kind of mold, we do use some mold to make food and it’s safe, but there’s also the wrong kind.”

I’m not even touching this shit is there a safer satanic church somewhere in the world we could go there

Swiss tried to calm himself. It was working poorly, but he knew his state of mind would only rub off on Copia, and he already looked like someone with one foot in the grave, which was extremely accurate. He also didn’t want others to know. Since Swiss appeared in the Ministry Ghouls were calmer, less afraid of the Witch, and Swiss was the foundation of this change. In their eyes he was powerful, not bound by contract and nothing could stop him, and Swiss felt that way himself. He knew what he was, what could possibly stand in his way on this dire rock if not maybe his mental state. But that was now a gaping hole in that facade. If they knew there was a room – an important room – he couldn’t get into, let alone see, all his work on diminishing the Witch’s power would fall like a house of cards. He needed to keep it to himself, for now. He knew time would come, time when Copia rises to his powers and Swiss will destroy that wretched room, the last remnant of the Witch, no matter how badly he will bleed during. For now he needed to make Copia better. He needed to make the Light brighter again. 

Dew and Aether were already by Copia's door, which was surprising but not completely unexpected and for sure very welcomed. For someone who moment ago had a problem with leaving the Pit altogether they were very eager to just be everywhere now, and that was great. That was what he hoped for. That was what he needed to cultivate. They were deep into the kiss, Dew pressed against the wall, Aether much taller than him, holding him firmly in place. What a beautiful sight, Swiss could watch them forever and not get tired of it. He catched Dew’s eyes, half closed in pleasure.

wouldn't you like some 

He indeed would like some, needed some, there was no question to that. He moved past Copia, who was already getting all hot and bothered, which was perfect, but instead of kissing Dew he went for Aether. He really liked Aether, ichor spilled between them, and Dew in the middle made them grow close, and Aether was quite a force to be reckoned with, probably the most powerful Quintessence Swiss ever saw. They kissed ravenously, not fighting to dominate one another but with greed for more. They were both greedy to the core, they both knew that, and they both liked basking in attention – no wonder they both fall for the one being shining so fucking bright it was almost blinding. Aforementioned being on the other hand was an impatient little brat, forcing Swiss head to turn, lips instantly on his, tongue sliding deep, tasting both him and Aether at the same time, Aether still holding Swiss in place by his waist, close and steady.

What a bliss, and there was still so much to come as Swiss thought of Copia.

“You could wait inside. And are you here for moral support or…?”

As the room door closed behind them, Swiss let others have their fill with pleasure, both Elementals were hungry for Copia. It was a nice sight, every little sound coming from Copia sent tiny shivers through Swiss’ form. Swiss whole experience with human pleasure came mostly from last night, but Dew and Aether, probably with help of the whole Omega’s ordeal, were much more forward. Swiss was getting curious why exactly they had so much more knowledge about that and why they needed it if Copia was the first human they ever got to test it on. He didn't dwell too much on that, the room smelled like Copia’s arousal and it was getting to him again. 

Undressing him went fast, they didn't even need to cut through anything and Swiss quickly went back to where they finished in the forest, between Copia's legs. He learned his lesson, keeping his tongues wet – it took him a few tries when he was working on it during the night, before it came more like spit, slick and not corrosive like acid. He slowly slid into Copia, curious what this is all about, last night Copia seemed to like it, and it really didn't took him too much time to find that one spot that worked like a fucking magic button, making Copia scream in pleasure. Well that was easy, he was getting good at this human fucking situation. 

“Fuck, yes, just like that! Fuck, Swiss make it ticker, please, just a little…” 

Swiss obliged, pleasure building in Copia fast and wild, much faster than yesterday. Dew was kissing Copia, getting drunk on it, Aether slowly and methodically exploring Copia's body, all of them working perfectly together to take Copia apart, to bring him to his release, to rekindle the Light. And then it changed, not disappearing just seemed to build up slower all of a sudden. 

They all looked at each other, confused. 

the fuck is going on

is he trying to prolong it or something

don't look at me you know more about this than I

yeah basics Omega didn't offer a fucking advance course

that's still more than me I'm learning as I go

I think it's the pressure thing on his dick

listen I've just learned it's called dick I am currently not a good source of reassurement here

we will find out it's either that or I'm going to have a nice dinner

not fucking fair Aeth

The pressure thing worked, pleasure still building up, more and more than before, and it sent shivers through all of them, the feeling of it. Aether had his mouth around Copia and Swiss quickly picked up a similar rhythm. It was fantastic, the longer it got, and all of them were at this point wondering how long could it possibly work, just working Copia up, getting him higher and higher. 

“Sweet Lucifer, yes, please, more… Swiss, make it ticker… like two fingers, please, dear, give it to me…”

Sure, there were no limits to what Swiss could do, mostly. Copia was begging for release, but at this point all of them were way too far gone to just give it to him, Dew’s tongue sliding into Copia’s mouth, all three of them synchronizing with each other. Soon they couldn’t take it any more, Copia on the verge of breaking, all of his Ghouls trying not to lose themselves too much, to not go beyond what his body could actually take, to not bite into him, spilling his blood all over the white sheets beneath them. It was glorious, the sheer magnitude of it. Copia tried to catch his breath beneath them as they kissed, sharing between each other his pleasure, his taste. When the feeling settled in them, nice and deep, as they clung to Copia sides, letting him fall asleep and regenerate they started to wonder.

so how does it work really

Which was overall a great question, Swiss only knew bare basics, more animal side of stuff than human, humans just had to complicate stuff. There were some points on the human body that apparently were giving them more pleasure than the others, marked by deep, rich taste of Copia’s soul. They sort of knew how to reach them now, how to make them work properly, but it was a little more foggy how humans did it to themselves and there had to be a way. Fingers worked but Copia seemed to want more than fingers, the way he asked Swiss to go bigger. When did bigger stop? How big are we talking about? Copia’ dick was bigger than fingers and Aeth was apparently connecting the dots faster than Swiss and Dew together.

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here. What’s that all about?”

is it compatible

Copia laughed which was uncalled for, how the fuck are they supposed to know. Then he decided to go for the demonstration, and it was somehow easier to understand it that way. They helped, spit and fingers, both Swiss and Dew extremely curious of how far is too far, what was nice and what was too much and Copia really liked it, but that also apparently wasn't enough which was getting them more into purely research territory, gathering knowledge for later, feasting on the soul forgotten. It could all lead to future experiments so, as Copia slid the toy inside of him, they watched. Swiss was also forming some separate conclusions, his eyes darting between Copia’s dick and the thing inside of him, images from Copia's mind flashing in his own, and an idea came to him. 

move Dew i’m gonna try something

It wasn’t difficult to emulate Copia’s anatomy, at least a little bit – it was just shadows, the same he always used, just in an unconventional place. Copia wanted it bigger which was not at all surprising at this point. 

Fuck, it was a weird feeling. It wasn’t dissimilar to fingering Copia, it was all one form for Swiss, all his shadows, but sudden closeness changed so much, the way Copia was clenching around him. He slid into him slowly, carefully, ignoring every image his Cardinal was relentlessly swinging his way, determined to give him pleasure not pain, and it was so easy to go too far apparently, even easier when it came to Swiss. But overall he was a hungry being by nature and when Copia begged him for more, when Swiss gave him more. It was addictive. Desire, need for being owned went straight into Swiss mind, every thrust, every harsh movement sending jolts of pleasure going through him like waves. It was difficult to focus on staying on the right tracks, just repeating what he was doing, especially with Dew and Aether close to him, their own need to bite into Copia, to tear into him now, when he was drowning in the sensation, all of that was sending him into overdrive again. He reached for Copia, his tongue sliding into Cardinal’s mouth – it didn’t help, Copia’s thoughts so clear, his arms on Swiss neck, clinging to him, and Swiss would bite his own tongue if only Copia wasn’t already doing that, so sweet and so human. Satan, this all was so human, and yet it felt correct, like exactly what Swiss needed right now, to be in Copia, for Copia to feel Swiss inside of him, filling him in, just right, feeling him tensing around him, feeling Copia’s so close to his release that it was almost painful, he didn’t want to stop and wanted to taste it so badly. It didn’t take nearly as long as Swiss would like, even if swallowing Copia’s scream was so satisfying, even if Copia’s cum sinking into his form made him almost purr from pleasure. Fucking limits, but maybe it was somehow good they were there, giving Swiss time to wrap his mind around stuff. 

So this is what human sex was like. Absolutely bizarre. He could learn to like it, he thought, still a little high on Copia's pleasure, a little high on his own pleasure. He looked at Dew and there was something in him he wasn't sure how to read. Some feelings, some curiosity when he looked between Swiss and Copia.

do you want to try

I think Copia is done for the day he looks like his gonna pass out again

was thinking more about you under me

very fucking funny

Swiss laughed but Dew looked… There was a need in his eyes, a desire Dew was trying to hide, looking to the side, his moves a little nervous. Finally he changed position altogether, moving further from Swiss to nest next to Copia. Swiss just monopolized Copia's other side, looking at Dew with questions. 

it just looks weirder than in Omega’s memories give me a fucking break stop staring at me

can't I just like looking at you

fuck okay stare if you want

And Swiss did, why wouldn't he? That felt correct. Copia with them, Aether half on Swiss half on their Cardinal, Dew's hand twitching on Copia's chest like he wanted to do something, reach for something, but wasn't sure if he should. Swiss did it for him, interlacing their fingers together and Dew let him, gripping his hand harder, his eyes never leaving Swiss, not ever for a moment. 

And Swiss was supposed to be one that was staring. Fuck, it felt good.

Chapter Text

Everything seemed better after that day. Not good, just better. Ghouls worked their way into Copia’s heart, happy to show all the affection they seemed to bottle up for a good while. Swiss was relieved everyone was enjoying themselves, pack bonds getting stronger, Dew too preoccupied with Copia to bring the whole mating fiasco for at least a week. That way, during the day, between rehearsals and evening activities Swiss had a lot of time on his hands, his focus could be divided without the fear of missing something. What was stopping him from putting a lot of that focus into doing what the Church leader – the Witch – didn’t? 

Swiss decided that someone has to run this place or his anger won’t be the thing that levels it to the ground. And he needed to do this mostly from the shadows.

It wasn’t an easy task, magic might come to him naturally, but tweaking it to mortal plane’s needs took him a lot of time and a lot of tries – he specialized in destruction, he wasn’t an electrician with plumbing specialization combo, and this place required mostly that. People were already working hard, but what he gathered from their hushed conversations, funding was lacking and workload was insane. There’s only as much as dedication can do. So he got to work, slow and steady. Sometimes, when he felt utterly lost, he just pointed things to maintenance stuff until they got what he needed from them. They were terrified on the first day of this. They seeked him on the seventh and he just rolled with it. He couldn’t pretend he wasn’t doing this mostly for Copia and his happiness. Copia enjoyed good food – Swiss was making sure farming grounds bore fruits and animals were healthy. Copia liked his long, hot showers – Swiss was taking care of the mold, water infrastructure, furnaces in the basements that for years now needed replacements. Copia wanted to walk around the garden – Swiss was making the roses come back to life and bloom to the great surprise of gardeners who didn’t have time to keep ornamentals and beautifiers around the Ministry alive when crops were on the line. Copia loved the library – Swiss dried the air there, restored lost fragments in the old volumes, borrowing from timelines where they survived, got rid of the pests that were eating the paper and his marbles at this point. The Head Librarian, Sister Agatha, caught him once, heavy tome in his hands, bounding repairing itself slowly, missing ink flowing into places and for a good second they just stared at each other in shock.

“You are the infernal miracle that has been tending to the books. I thought I was going crazy! I’m sorry, I still have trouble with differentiating you Ghouls outside of the stage. Which one are you?” He was thinking how is he supposed to tell her his name, but she figured it out herself, just the next second. “Swiss! That’s your name, right, that’s what Copia is calling you!”

Swiss smiled at her, putting the book back on the shelf, but Sister Agatha was next to him in an instant, book back out, checking it and reevaluating his work. Rude.

“That’s… that is on point, even missing pieces of the leather look like they were never gone… Oh, this is fantastic! Come with me, I have so many books that are beyond our abilities in restoration, oh Lucifer thank you! Can you restore clasps? There are books with little to no cover, can you still remake them? With the original folios of course, I don’t need these modern bookbinders attempts, all those ‘I’m not sure how to make them right’!”

Sister Agatha was horrified when she learned that no, he was not ‘reading’ what he was repairing. She wholeheartedly suggested that she’s ready to teach him how to read, or, to be more precise, she told him he has no other option – either he proves to her he can read or she will force literature down his throat. He looked her in the eyes, picked a book, and put it down. Then another. And another. And another. 

“You didn’t even open them.”

I don’t need to open a book to read it’s content Agatha

“So you just touch them and it’s enough for you, no matter the language? You are a different kind of devil, Swiss, exactly what I need right now! We have so many books that need cataloguing but there's only me and a few assistants, we don’t know every language but you do. Oh, what a fantastic librarian you could be, maybe Copia could lose a musician from time to time?”

oh for fuck sake I’m just trying to help can’t you fear me a little bit

“Language, boy!”

how did you only picked up the swear what are you

“I need to show you my favourite tome about the history of paper, you are going to love it!”

He did. He did not tell her that.

In the evenings, usually after making Copia moan in pleasure for hours on end – they were getting really good at this part, everyone got their Copia-pleasure niche – the pack spent time together in his bed, little high and relaxed. Swiss was forgetting the meaning of the word ‘relaxed’. Specks of Lucifer’s Light were becoming barely enough to calm his mind, the whole problem with the Witch made him as anxious as Copia was before he opened himself to Ghouls' love, situation with Dew seemed stable like sand castle near the ocean, just waiting for high tide, and he was starting to lose sense of what it was like to be present only in one place. 

He really wanted to just sit there and enjoy another movie Copia was showing them, night still young, smell of popcorn and butter filling the room, beings he cared about around him. But no, he was mostly standing in that fucking corridor on the first floor, doing nothing, just suffering the pain of looking at the sigils, looking for a loophole, for an opening, anything. He felt his ichor boiling, flooding his mouth, his whole essence screaming at him to stop. He couldn’t stop, limitations be damned, he just tried harder. Copia said something to his right, standing up, maybe going for more popcorn, maybe going to the bathroom, Swiss wasn’t sure at this point, he wasn’t even sure what they were watching. His vision was getting blurry, and keeping the pretense of just sitting there without the care in the world started to get to him. Fuck, he was rusty with this angel shit, even more rusty with being delicate and precise with his magic, damage this spell did to him was greater than it ever should. The moment Copia disappeared behind the closed door Dew was on top of him, hands cupping his face. Swiss could mostly see the brightness of the fire under the mask than Dew himself, and moving his body, the one sitting on the bed, proved to be slightly difficult. He was putting almost all his control into the shadows enveloping the Witch’s room from all sides, a much more destructive move than just looking at a hidden door in the wall. 

why are you not here the fuck are you doing

Swiss was dizzy, no wonder, looking at something that tells you it doesn’t exist could make anyone dizzy. He thought about the response, a little too long for his liking, mind full of cotton and sigils.

just checking something the the you know fuck it’s nothing important

He wasn’t sure what look Dew was giving him, but he felt hands forcing his jaws open. Well, that was ill-advised, ichor dripping from his teeth dark and thick like tar, tasting like rot. He couldn’t absorb it, it felt almost corrupted, changed by spells that tried to keep him away. What a fucking combination that Witch unearthed. There was movement again, Dew reaching with his tongue to lick the ichor of him and Swiss covered his mouth, chain wrapping around Dew, around Aether, keeping them from moving. They were too surprised to even react.

don’t I fuck let me take care of it

Swiss wasn’t particularly proud of himself for retreating his form – he didn’t feel like he made any progress and it was alarming. He disappeared from under Dew, from the room, from the Ministry building, all of him landing on all four in the forest, throwing up the changed ichor. That was a new experience, a really unpleasant one, trees around him decaying in an instant, his tongue burning, body glitching when he sank claws into his throat to speed up the flow. He was happy that time was relative, maybe if he can get himself together fast enough Copia won’t even notice his surprising absence. The worst part about it was that if this was his state after just poking around the sigils he was in no way able to dismantle them one by one quietly, and he couldn't in good faith break them all in one forceful go, best method he knew. It would just put a mark on his back and – what was an absolutely unacceptable version of events – on Ghouls’ and Copia's backs. There were less and less options for him to deal with this. And that vile feeling when he tried… it was similar to what all the fallen angels felt when they left heavens and tried to look its way again, an atrocity to feel in Lucifer’s Church. Was it possible to get into heaven if they were mad enough to want it? Yes. Would it kill some of them, just to try? Also yes. This felt similar. And Swiss was here alone.

He couldn’t do it alone, not the way it should be done. He would love to stop facing his inadequacies every step of the way, it was getting irritating.

Swiss appeared back in the room, back on the bed, a smile on his lips, little trembling to his limbs. He felt weak, excessively hungry for anything at this point, just to get rid of the taste from his mouth. Dew and Aether were just looking at him, stopped mid conversation. He could only guess what the conversation was about.

can we pretend it didn’t happen

no

what did you do

Dew was suddenly holding him in such a tight grip that in his current state Swiss would really have a problem to overpower him, but he did wiggle a little, just for the show. Now that his vision stopped being wobbly, he could see all the fear and questions in Dew’s eyes, guilt setting in. They deserved answers, needed some before they started asking their own questions. They just didn’t need all of them. Lying by omission wasn’t really lying, right?

I tried to bite more than I could this whole building is in really bad state

what building this building what the fuck are doing when I’m not looking are you fixing this place or some shit

wearing myself a little thin while working but yes Copia’s happy you are happy nothing blew up yet

it’s not your fucking job to fix this shithole or to make us happy what the fuck Swiss

Swiss laughed, sad, joyless laughter, his tongue licking Dew’s mask with tenderness. What a funny concept, ‘not his job’. What else, being part of the rebellion wasn’t his job? Excessive killing wasn’t his job? This one, at least, brought him some actual satisfaction.

of course it is my Flame I’m only here to make you happy

That wasn’t a lie. Dew, Copia, Aether, Ghouls, Lucifer. He just wanted them to be happy. Wanted them safe. He himself was beyond feeling anything but emptiness and anger, broken thing he was, but it wasn’t about him. It stopped being about him the second they stepped out of that forest, he was a lost cause. He couldn’t have anything he so desperately wanted, couldn’t really touch what he loved without destroying it, but he was willing to give everything he was to compensate for his broken devotion, devotion of a being that was good for nothing. He was willing to bleed himself dry if that's what it would take. For Dew. For Copia. For Aether. For Ghouls. It maybe took him by surprise, first realization, fucking self discovery, but from there it just settled in him like a quiet pain. He could be there for those he loved, he just couldn’t be with them, not like he craved to be. What a small, excruciating difference that was.

mate with me

That was out of nowhere, a sad chorus of their relationship at this point. They didn’t touch this can of worms for a good second now and Swiss was hoping that they just came to a similar conclusion, that it’s not needed, beyond dangerous, and Swiss was not worth the risk. Apparently not.

Dew I am not

I don’t care I don’t care I don’t fucking care 

for fuck sake Dew I

Swiss you are not alone this is not how pack works this is not how you and me will work I don’t know what to do to make you feel like part of us what the fuck can I do to make you understand it you dense fucker

Swiss didn’t know how to respond to that. Not-alone was a foreign concept. He thought, worked and fought like he was alone, always. That way he couldn’t hurt anyone, couldn’t force others to make difficult decisions they didn’t really want to make, he just made them himself, he took executing those decisions on himself. Asking for forgiveness was easier at this point than seeing pain on the faces of his loved ones when they had to come to inevitable conclusions. ‘Please, there must be another way, we don’t have to kill them’ was a harder conversation to have than ‘did you just kill them all on your own, why?’. He was a firm believer in being the one to blame. Somehow it was working poorly here. It was all he knew. Dew wanted him to understand, but he didn’t. He could pretend to understand, if that was what they needed, maybe one day he actually would. It hurt to think that maybe understanding would’ve come from mating with Dew, maybe Dew was right about it, but alas, that’s not something Swiss would ever have the pleasure of experiencing. For now he was alone with his problems, so he hugged Dew, just to feel his fire close, closer, as close as he could. To pretend, even to himself, that he wasn’t.

I know Dew sometimes I’m just stupid about it

then just fucking mate with me I know I’m an Elemental not a

it doesn't fucking matter what you are Dew it’s not about that you know that

just give me a second chance I want to be yours I need you to be mine I know you need it to

you have no idea how much I’m yours my little Flame mating or not it’s just technicalities

it’s not just fuck fuck it then you know you are not alone here you fuck I’m right fucking here if being in the pack feels so fucking weird for you then sure but you have me

That was a statement he couldn’t argue with without lying and he was pretty sure at this point Dew would just pulverise him if he even joked about them being just colleagues. Aether lied on the bed comfier, popping kernel after kernel of popcorn into his mouth, laughing silently. It was difficult to ignore, they were having a fucking moment here.

are you enjoying yourself Aeth

yeah you’ve been through the same conversation like five times now its getting worse than those telenovelas we watch with Rain sometimes

telenovelas listen you little shit it’s

one day you two will fucking mate and it’s going to be oh so beautiful mark my words and after you do I’m gonna mate with you out of fuckin spite forcing quintesence down your throat if I must so I won’t miss new episodes of this comedy

un-fuckin-called for you can just ask politely you know

polite wouldn’t work on your angelic ass I know your type

I’m sorry what does that

don’t you worry that pretty little head about it you will see in time I’m really good with dealing with beings like you right Dew

Aeth for fuck sake don’t drag me into this

but you like when I’m dragging you into things my little Imp and you’re both so funny when you stumble around the same set of yapping like wind-up toys what’s next on the agenda more mate talk give me more mate talk entertain me I still have popcorn wouldn’t really want to use my fucking mouth for anything better

Dew didn’t look particularly offended but didn’t also provide an explanation of Aeth’ words that Swiss desperately needed. Dew just got hotter, almost flustered. He quickly grabbed Swiss by the throat, hot hand making Swiss look at him again. There was no anger in him, even pain subsided leaving just playfulness – the air became lighter, ozone and bonfire smoke and hot metal mixed into a combination of three of them just laughing like idiots, what else was left. Fuck, they really did went through this conversation few times already, same results, all of them were tired. 

Swiss bite into me you look like shit I'm pent up I fucking missed you 

good you will taste sweeter 

Swiss sinked his teeth into Dew's shoulder, slowly, intimately, his fingers breaking through the fires of his waist, ichor soaking them. Dew moaned, honest to Lucifer, his whole form vibrating, which was new, Swiss almost lost his composure, apparently human anatomy was not the only thing they were learning from Copia.

fuck Dew you can't do that

you like when Copia does it don't you

and if you start I may actually go crazy fuck you sound sinful

Swiss didn't even properly licked his teeth before Aether started to kiss him, bleeding ichor on his tongue, guiding him to his neck till Swiss tore into his throat, caressing slowly Swiss’ mask as he kissed the open wound with adoration, bathing in metallic, slightly tart taste of Aether ichor, zapping faintly on his tongue. Swiss’ hands didn't stop moving slowly in Dew, ichor dripping from them on his legs and stomach, Dew wiggling on his lap just to feel those claws in him more. 

That's precisely what Copia saw coming back from the bathroom. He looked shaken but tried desperately to not show it. They just stopped mid-motion, surprised to see him in his own bedroom, looking guilty like children stealing from a cookie jar.

“I was gone for five minutes and you are already on each other – what scene from Hellraiser is this, because this looks distinctly like something I've seen in Hellraiser. Did I show you Hellraiser already?”

They did watch Hellraiser after making sure no ichor was left on the bed – Dew between Swiss legs, his back pressed to Swiss’ chest, position mirrored by Aether and Copia next to them, close, with limbs entangled, Swiss’ head on Aether shoulder. They all looked at him whenever chains appeared and they all looked at Copia when his arousal grew with Pinhead on the screen. 

“He's a conventionally attractive cenobite!” 

you have a demon problem Copia

All was better. Not good, but better. Swiss finally relaxed, just for a minute.

—**—

The Witch wanted another Ghoul. It wasn’t that big of a surprise, the band could really use another musician – ignoring everyone's opinions Swiss still saw his voice as being lackluster and an actually good, powerful contrapoint to it would be amazing. When the news dropped, moments after Copia left her office, and Swiss could actually get a grip on what was going on behind the sealed door, all the Ghouls were just resting in the Pit, enjoying a lazy afternoon. Swiss moved under Dew which was met with a typical amount of grunting and hissing – Dew liked his human-sized pillow still, hot and stroking his back constantly, which Swiss didn’t mind, even if it wasn't easy with the whole length of Fire Elemental on him, tail wrapped around his leg, hand from time to time wandering to the edge of the mask, eager to take it off. They were watching Aether and Rain playing some old zombie fighting game, laughing at them from time to time, when they weren’t too busy with detailed discussion about Pit sound system, they desperately needed better speakers. Swiss scrolled through his phone with one hand trying to figure out if trip to the city to steal stuff was a legit option, even if Dew seemed less than enthusiastic about it, Swiss going anywhere that was. No wonder Swiss sudden need to move brought even more complaints. Even Rain was grumbling that Swiss trying to leave was the reason why their game was going poorly. They weren’t even on the same couch. 

you just fucking suck stick to normal and switch off realism

if you don’t actually shut up I’m gonna drown you

Swiss showed Rain middle finger knowing the Water Ghoul can’t move his hand from the pad and tried again to casually retreat from under Dew. Dew somehow just lied more on him, tongue wrapping around Swiss’ finger.

whatever you want to do you can do from here

Copia will summon someone again he may need a little pick me up it won’t take long

fun pick him up lying under me you are not fucking moving it’s comfy

maybe Aeth can lay under you for a minute he’s comfy too

nah when I’m done with the game I’m going on top of both of you Dew works best as a middle of a sandwich easier to bite into him when his mouth is busy

see end of discussion split your ass and don’t stop stroking

That left no space for any arguments and he wasn’t really that mad about it, especially since Dew came back to his low purr of satisfaction when Swiss came back to his designated job. All three of them – Swiss, Dew and Aether – were glued to each other since the movie night, none of them willing to waste more time on a problem that currently didn’t have a solution. There were better topics, better use of time, better feelings to feel than worry and a sense of injustice. So Swiss let some part of himself materialize in Copia’s room just as his Cardinal walked in, already slightly panicked. Swiss just smiled, redirecting that panic a little. Maybe more towards anger. Towards fire. Unfortunately Copia scrapped the idea of burning Witch’s office as soon as Swiss popped it into his head. What a fucking shame, it was such an appealing image, it would solve so much problems.

“Satan, I really regret that I quitted smoking.”

Smoking…? Humans can produce smoke…? Did he need to pick up some other biology book, did he miss a chapter in the one he did read? He was misunderstanding something, clearly, good thing he was somewhat part of the pack now, their Copia-related memories, collected with utmost care, which was amazing and very beneficial, provided him with material and Swiss went through them with a rake until he found what he was looking for. So wet wasn’t enough, humans also yearned for other elements apparently, almost as much as they yearned for death. It was straight up fascinating, stupid as fuck, but fascinating. What next, eating stones? Wait, wasn’t salt basically a rock…? Were there even benefits of smoking? It supposedly calmed them, the herb, chemical compound, the process, and Copia needed that. His thoughts were mostly running wild, and what he required was to get some clarity. Maybe Swiss could simulate that, the experience at least. He did good with wetness, did good with human anatomy – he can be smokable if he wanted, he already did something similar with Dew, smoke filling their mouths when they kissed, mixing between them and sinking into their forms. Maybe it resembled what humans were doing. It did calm him after all, being filled with someone he loved. Also he has to taste better than some herb and additives, he was a pure-breed angel.

Swiss decided to start small and slow, leaving Copia enough space to move if it went wrong. He did keep it much colder than what he was normally accustomed with, just a nice little taste of Hell. Copia catched up quickly, inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs. It didn’t calm him though, but Cardinal didn’t look like it hurt him either. And it did make Swiss suddenly very hot, seeing Copia breathe out with half closed eyes. Yeah, fuck, he couldn’t really absorb it. It somehow looked very… It was Swiss’ smoke in Copia. In human-body Copia. Just seeping from his mouth. How was it more intimate than his shadows, why did he think it was a good idea, why did he want to see more of it? Fuck knows, to all of the above. 

so how was it

“That’s very nice. One more puff?”

That wasn’t a problem, Swiss felt like he was ready to smoke this whole room with how hot he felt. He tried to approach the second try with the same level of calm and collected infernal being he presented himself as but instead he went straight into kiss, Copia mouth tasting vaguely like Swiss’ fire and something quiet in Swiss whispered that yes, this is how it suppose to be, Copia filled with him every way possible, branding Cardinal as his. He should take a step back from this train of thought, from Copia even, but it felt so nicely at home in his mind. So correct, to just want Copia, since when he was so greedy, wanting everything so excessively, all heaven’s vices and none of its virtues? It didn’t help that Copia wanted to be his, he could feel it, the way he clinged to Swiss, his whole body and his whole mind transfixed on the demon before him, fingers wandering to the edge of the mask too curious but too scared to take a peak. Copia wouldn’t survive his unmasked form, not even mentioning the true one, same as Dew wouldn’t survive them becoming one, but that was a problem for a different afternoon, there would be a day to worry about that. Right now Copia’s thoughts were getting clearer, ambition rising in him and Swiss felt unhealthy levels of satisfaction. 

“You didn’t want the lamb. What would you prefer as a welcome gift then? What would tempt you to come here?”

For him it was just boredom, he was a simple tormented creature, but Swiss knew exactly what would tempt a powerful Elemental, what was now tempting him, as he raised Copia’s hand to his mouth with a silent question. And Copia let him, skin breaking with ease, droplets of blood reaching his tongue. In the Pit he leisurely kissed Dew, letting him have a taste, shared bliss between them. 

you don’t have to it's for you

I want to it's ours

Swiss felt Copia’s arousal, little sounds escaping Cardinal lips when Swiss’ tongue gathered blood from his finger, letting it slide into his mouth. Copia was catching up quickly, understanding that him, exactly his blood, had value, that he was more than he let himself believe. It was intoxicating, feeling that confidence in him, something months ago almost beyond the realm of possibility. Now there it was, built brick by brick with Ghouls everpresent care, hard work that was paying off. Copia was doing so well recently, he needed a reward and Swiss needed a treat, wasn’t he a good demon sometimes. He didn’t even tease, just dropped to his knees before his Cardinal who yearned so badly to be torn apart by Swiss, to be taken by Swiss, to be in Swiss. Not a hint of fear, not a mark of hesitation as he slid into Swiss’ mouth, full of teeth that would never wound him without his permission. And Swiss savour every thrust, every moan, every drop of pleasure Copia gave him, sweet and heavy on his tongue. Dew was pushing him into the couch with strength that would break a lesser being, his thumbs under Swiss’ mask, teeth and spit and smoke and Copia and his soul, his cum, his blood. Combination to die for, sensation to live for. 

Whoever the new Ghouls would be, they were in for an interesting ride.

—**—

The second summoning wasn't as chaotic as the first, at least that was Aether’s recollection, and Swiss couldn't disagree, even if he saw only the direct result of it, being the summon that is. The room did seem even smaller now, not being in the centre of it, just a quiet observer of Copia’s magic, little support buffer if it somehow went wrong. But there was nothing to go wrong this time – Copia knew the words, felt the elements, prepared a good offering. All Ghouls were proud, the Cardinal grew under their care, his magic stronger, his moves confident. The last thing left was to see what he would bring onto the mortal plane. Swiss, just to be sure, stood behind Aether, letting Quintessence cover his presence a little. It was Copia's moment to show his magic, not Swiss to influence the rift between worlds. Who knew what shitshow would happen if someone unnecessary sniffed him out and decided to pay a visit. A bad shitshow, that’s what. A bad, dangerous, unnecessary shitshow with Swiss in the centre of it.

Mirror swirled, rippled and veil broke, heavy storm clouds gathered in the ritual room making candle flames flicker and Swiss knew instantly, his whole essence almost screamed with alarm sirens. Ghouls were excited, how could they not be, two times in a row. Swiss was mostly cautious, nervous. He tried to stay hidden as best as he could but it was difficult to not be seen in this tiny, packed place. No wonder that, when the silhouette formed, angel's eyes focused on him, like on a fucking neon sign. He mustered a smile, flames burning in his eyes. 

I heard rumours you were here glorious Wrath

Amazing, there were rumors already. Hell couldn't sit quiet for a minute, at this point he was almost happy that what came was unknown to him by name Virtue, not someone he would consider an old friend. His luck was fucked up, but at least not to cosmic degree it seemed.

oh gossips doesn't our sorts just love them what brings you here dear

probably similar reasons as you

Curiosity? Loneliness? Boredom? Desperate hope for mending what was broken? Need to be needed again? There were a lot of reasons, one funnier than the other. It was difficult to choose which one worked most in his favour, curiosity probably, but it wasn’t like angels in Hell didn’t know him from his worst side already. The Virtue continued before he could place his bets.

Hell’s residents miss you greatly

Oh really mad ones or broken ones

That at least made it laugh, which was good, Copia didn't bring up a stuck up delusional one, and there was abundance of those. What a joy, maybe there was hope still. He needed to find out more or quietly send it back, trying to pretend it wasn't him. He was at least relieved that it kept the communication between them on typical angel frequency, beyond from eyeing them suspiciously Ghouls. 

mortal world has some rules

I'm aware I spend a lot of time around the human souls

Bizarre. Why would an angel of this rank mingle on a higher levels of Hell? It wasn't a bad sign, it just didn't happen a lot. Maybe ever, angels didn’t venture on silly little quests, they weren’t fond of humans, they weren’t fond of anyone, they were fond of misery. Were they even talking about the same rules here? He meant mostly ‘don’t smite everyone that pisses you off’, he struggled with that one the most. 

I know contract that is in place won't bind you but if you stay you will obey Lucifer’s son he’s our main objective here

of course

At least that went without arguments. Swiss loosened up a bit. Maybe it was a good thing they were getting another angel, he would feel less lonely or something. As long as it didn’t go and tell Copia what they were, tell Ghouls who he was, exactly who he was, if it knew anything beyond his title, everything should be perfect. If not it wouldn’t be the first angel blood on his hands. 

I’m happy we done with basics next stop on the agenda you need to take form

what form would be appropriate

anything similar to ours you know human-like and one where you can freely sing

sing why

punishment from our father is my best guess

It seemed not only Swiss had problems with his singing voice. No wonder, even angels whose main job hadn’t been singing praises were required to hold the perfect worship melody. It didn't change the fact that they needed another backing vocal and who if not an angel, heavenly revenge, must taste so sweet. Others would love it and they would hate it, that’s how life worked. Swiss went through it, the pain, now it was the new angel’s moment. He could help, he at least understood what it was like. 

do you want me to lead you

please

He had done it a lot back in the days, it felt somehow natural to do it again. So he sang, high and cracked in places, guiding it into a melody and the angel responded, voice similarly broken, but Swiss could hear echoes of what it was, of how it sounded in the choir of heavens. Beautiful and now destroyed. It crystallized a form, little different than theirs, more similar to women walking around the Ministry. It worked with the voice it had, by mortals standards seen as more feminine. Copia offered it blood but it didn't take it, still looking at Swiss. Copia gave it a name and she accepted it, but was still looking at Swiss. Swiss was getting fidgety, Dew was burning him with his eyes.

it seems you have some additional questions I’m not the best to answer them pack have a 

I want to bring my mate would you permit it

I’m sorry your is it another angel

no it’s an Air Elemental

Swiss blacked out for a second. So it was possible. It was an option for an angel to mate with an Elemental. If he was of lower order he would be able… but he wasn't. As close and as far away as Virtue could be from him. Or maybe it was just him, his fault, maybe there was something wrong with him specifically. It was, what even was that question, but maybe it was something even deeper than his mind, maybe his essence was wrong, maybe he was corrupted somehow, mating now beyond his reach, maybe it was all lost, he and Dew, maybe it was never meant to be fulfilled. Or maybe, just maybe… maybe there was hope. Maybe in time? In a month, a year, ten years, hundred, thousand? Maybe when they come back to Hell? However long it would take, it didn’t matter. He didn’t work nicely with hope, he never did, but it still woke up in him, singing and dancing – he could be patient, he would be patient if there was a chance and it was clear as day that there was. 

For now though he had a bigger problem than trying to figure out if he was delusional all over again. There was an Air Elemental waiting in Hell to join its mate, and Swiss had no idea how to talk himself out from one Hell of a discussion Dew was going to bring down on him back in the Pit. Probably. Dew didn’t need to know that his angelic self or whatever was left of it after rebellion might just be too broken to actually mate anymore, too much trauma, too much madness in that fucking mind of his, everything screaming too loud. Maybe the chaos of new summons would distract everyone enough and they would just skip this conversation, Dew was after all so easy to reason with.

of course bring it in what's left of us if not our love

The veil breached again – cold wind whistled through the room carrying the smell of spring flowers before it fell straight into Cumulus’ arms. It was a stunning Elemental, cheerful and sparkling with energy, wrapping itself around its mate, relieved that no one stood between them and their mortal plane adventure. And they were mated so perfectly, edges of them blurring when they were in each other's arms. Copia named her Cirrus, ecstatic with his beautiful new Ghoulettes. Ghouls were mostly confused. Two for the price of one, what joy, never happened before. Since Swiss appeared a lot of that ‘never happened before’ was happening, how bizarre, groundbreaking events just followed him. 

Naming was done. It was time for the pack to accept new members and for new members to accept the pack leadership. Dew looked so done with having to deal with another angel – his current experiences with coercing one to join were exhausting and Swiss’ order following abilities were lacking from the very start. Good thing he was so good with his tongue that both leader and second in command had a soft spot for him, to put it lightly, and to omit the fact he was probably more into them than they were into him, loser he was. Anyway, Swiss tried to stay out of it, but alas.

you are not the leader Wrath

nah I'm not here to lead and you will not be here to lead either

isn't our experience greater

Dew rolled his eyes, aware that there was still some quiet communication going on that he's left out of. He looked at Swiss, fire dancing in his eyes, head tilted, daring smile, hand on his thigh. He was perfect and Swiss was smitten. He unconsciously licked his lips – was Dew trying to look as appealing as he could or did it only worked that way on Swiss, fuck knew, but it was indicent. And Dew wasn't done. Swiss looked as Dew tapped his leg lightly with one finger.

on your knees Pet

Gladly, it was all he needed, his head resting on Dew's tight, Dew’s hand caressing the edge of his mask. Swiss almost forgot for what reason exactly he was brought to his knees, something something angels, something something establishing hierarchy. Cumulus looked shocked for a second but then she smiled with recognition, apparently knowing the feeling too well as Cirrus giggled with the sounds of ocean breeze as she hugged Cumulus tighter.

is that good enough of a recommendation for you

couldn’t be better

hey this is so fun never seen another duo like us 

it’s actually a trouple Aeth’s also mine

greedy I love it

Cumulus looked at Swiss, and he saw a hint of sadness in her eyes. Ah yes, the obvious question was coming. 

you are not mated

no

you are afraid to

terrified weren’t you

unfathomably I understand I will not bring it up don't worry

oh believe me he will

So at least it wasn’t only him, good to know, it would be much more disheartening if she said she didn’t have any problems or second thoughts and it went as smooth as ever. Cumulus laughed and however heavy the topic was Swiss couldn't stop himself from laughing too, at least till Dew tugged on his horn and he had to fight against himself to not just moan too, like he wasn’t already kneeling there like a lovesick idiot. 

fucker you will not talk around me when I'm here

my bad I'm sorry Firecracker

oh you will show me how sorry you are later Pet

For fuck sake, Swiss was already burning hot, they supposed to pack bond after this, little mingling, knowing each other, but no, Swiss would now only think about Dew calling him Pet in that fucking voice, about worshipping Dew like a fucking deity. He was not far away from that sentiment already, such a normal progression of a relationship for an angel, maybe less normal for other beings. He was very sure others weren’t judging him, especially now, still enjoying Dew’s hand on his mask.

On the other hand that may actually be a good idea for the night with Dew. A little I'm sorry we are not one and a louder I love you nonetheless. 

Cumulus and Cirrus were staying, how could they say no to a circus like that. Swiss felt excited about it, now that everything was cleared. A fellow angel. They had a lot to talk about, a bond so different from what the pack had, brought together by shared trauma, shared horrors. Copia put his wrist to Swiss’ mouth, and Swiss bit into it with joy, careful as always, taking a little for himself, letting Dew have a bigger share before the rest of the pack. Dew would need it for the evening and he looked so radiant, so bright when he was properly saturated with such divine blood, his eyes on Swiss when he drank, red staining his tongue and Swiss felt very calm and not feral about that at all. Also Swiss had a customary last lick in this situation, tasting every Ghoul before him straight on Copia's skin and wasn’t that the best part, to feel the love and belonging like that. He was pleasantly dazed when Copia kissed him. Swiss almost didn't want to let him go, he was so proud of his Cardinal, such a fantastic work, such powerful summons. 

“Come to me later, alright, buddy?” 

At this rate he's gonna have a really busy evening. He could just split his attention, sure, but he didn't want to. No, no, he's gonna be fully present for both of those. 

Ghouls were talking between each other, Swiss already saw Cirrus laughing at something Rain said, her teeth sinking into Aether’s arm, impatient to know more of this bizarre place, ichor flowing freely between them – memories, mortal world, desires shared. Cumulus stood near Swiss, looking a little lost. He knew that feeling, not sure what to do with Ghouls, not sure how to open to something that so foreign to them, pack in the sense Elementals form them, with trust and care between each other, not a single doubts about sharing who they are, what they thought, what they lived through. He brought Cumulus closer into a reassuring hug, letting her nuzzle into his neck. 

it's a lot I know I'll show you what I've learned if you want

can I

of course bite away

They teleported to the Pit, and Swiss felt somewhat proud that they were able to change it into a pretty comfortable lair it now was, still remembering that barren cave he saw on his first day. He tilted his head in a silent invitation and Cumulus tore right into the fire. It felt like a relief when he felt the teeth sink into flames, he couldn’t really do that with anyone here without fear of causing some real damage. He lifted her hand, his claw cutting inside of her palm, her finger and wrist, he was very fond of getting his share that way, weren’t hands just amazing. He licked a nice, long strip gathering the ichor – so many similar memories, so many similar wounds, just the scale was different. No angel had been spared, no matter how high or how low their order was. She gasped a few times with cold air laced with upcoming rain ticking the wound she made, quiet really and huh and I’m so sorry which always hurt the most. He didn’t show that much and she didn’t pry, understanding between them. Angels didn’t like sharing, they had enough of their own horrors, they knew that nothing in those memories from heaven had value other than trauma. No wonder she looked particularly distressed about newer ones – the Witch, the room, the sigils.

I can help you bring them down

way too much risk for us for Copia and for Ghouls if we fail the retribution would be vicious

and Lucifer

ha imagine them coming to their church for some sigils

that's not what I was going to say and you know that

I know come on go spend some time with the pack I have Copia to take care of

I'll keep it all to myself Wrath don't worry

let’s forget about Wrath just Swiss is okay

He appeared in Copia’s room without a plan in his mind, just tilted head and a smile on his lips when he saw his Cardinal already waiting for him, nothing but a bathrobe on him. Swiss waited, good summon he was, even if he knew there was nothing stopping him from taking Copia on the desk he was leaning on, but wasn’t this Copia’s day, little celebration of his power? So he waited and the Cardinal seemed to appreciate it, rewarding him with a smug smile.

“Someone’s very well behaved today, and here I thought I spoiled you rotten.”

oh but I am don’t doubt me

He saw Copia’s eyes on him when he kneeled next to Dew, saw pang of jealousy in them, gaze wandering to his body when his Cardinal should be focused on his brilliant Ghoulettes. Copia wanted that too, wanted Swiss begging, submissive and hungry for him, wasn’t that just a beautiful image in his mind, one Swiss was very keen on bringing to reality. He dropped to his knees, still a good distance away from Copia, and Copia breath hitched, eyes fixated on Ghoul before him. Wasn’t he just nice to look at, that little anthropomorphic suit he was in, wasn’t it just so pretty? He knew it was, he wasn’t blind – he saw Copia’s looks, saw lustful gazes from people in the Ministry. So human on the first glance, so much power just under the illusion, and yet here he was, from his knees to all fours, step after step, closer to Copia, eyes burning with need making the Cardinal almost shiver with anticipation. He stopped just in front of him, looking up with a smile full of promise.

what would you like from me my Copia

Everything, apparently, Copia’s desire washed over him with images and needs, half coherent, but very loud, ready to pick and choose by Swiss. There was so much to pick from, things they had done and things they hadn’t, all of them delectable in their own way, and Copia may not like ordering him with his voice, but he loved to do it with his mind, even if he wasn’t aware of that.

“Mi Daemon, I should keep you on your knees in front of me like that, such a perfect position for you.”

Swiss liked being on his knees, worshiping was his love language. Copia’s fingers slipped between his lips, letting his tongue swirl between them, purring even at that and he knew Copia loved it. Swiss almost whined at the loose when Copia moved his hand, dripping with his spit, and used it to stroke himself, just in front of Swiss, teasing him with the smell of pleasure, with quiet noises he made, making Swiss watch, his jaws still slightly parted, waiting for more.

“Fuck, just looking at you like that is getting me close. Wouldn’t that be unfair, coming covered in your spit but before you can touch me, even taste me?”

please let me

“Maybe I shouldn’t give you even my cum, just come so close you will salivate and then stop? Watch you beg for my pleasure. Would you beg, are you a good demon?”

He was more than willing to beg, Copia’s hand moving faster, so close to his lips, just a slight movement from Copia to slide into his mouth, fully open now, just begging to be taken. Suddenly Copia’s hands moved to the horns of his mask and Swiss moaned at sharp thrust, deep and ruthless, at furious rhythm following it while Copia fucked his mouth, chasing his own release burning in his abdomen, every raspy breath, every wet sound making Swiss shudder with pleasure as much as the taste of Copia on his tongue. It didn’t take long, definitely not as long as both of them wanted, Copia holding him still, only Swiss tongue moving, taking every last bit of that orgasm, letting it sink into him, making him even more hungry, fire in him burning even hotter.

All Copia could do after that was to lean in to kiss him, and it was perfect, his hands on the mask still moving Swiss’ head exactly how he wanted it, perfect angle for what he demanded, for kiss that took his breath away and left him dizzy. He was barely standing after, spending so much magic on the summoning and rest of his strength on his reward and Swiss got up swiftly and took him into arms, carrying him to bed, ignoring his whining that he could walk himself, he wasn’t that tired. It was bullshit, of course, as a few minutes after laying him down, a few soft touches as Swiss hugged him from behind warming his back, Copia was gone, fast asleep without a care in the world. Swiss stayed with him for a moment, slowly stoking his hair, making sure his breath was even, just listening to it as he came back to his senses. His hunger didn’t die out, though, it became almost feral. He needed a dessert. He was so happy one was waiting for him in the Pit, not even knowing what was coming his way.

Ghouls had to be surprised when another room just formed in the Pit. It was an infinite dimension, but the idea to have rooms in general hadn’t occurred to any of them, being together was very much what they preferred. Of course they knew whose shenanigans it was, so when Swiss walked – not teleported – into the Pit they instantly looked at him. There was a wild grin on his lips, teeth, so much of them, on full display, claws instead of fingers, razor focus in his eyes. In three long steps he was on Dew, hand around his throat, lifting him off the ground with ease and Dew tried to fight, of course, cursing him to Hell and back, burning hotter in his hand. He couldn't be any different. Doors opened swiftly before Swiss, and his smile grew even wider as he marched towards it. 

what comes next is for my eyes and my eyes only

The room was simple, similar walls, a bed much bigger than the one Copia had, embedded with few sigils, just for durability reasons. Swiss really started to appreciate the comfort of them, beds that is, and there were so many of them in the Ministry, much easier to steal than couches. Also it was just cuter to throw Dew onto one. 

take off your mask

fuck you

take off your mask Firecracker

He wasn't going to repeat himself the third time. Dew did take it off, still fully ready to fight him for the first bite, but oh, he burned so bright, that particular shade of orange Swiss knew meant devour me. He had that in his plans, just for a little later. For now he sat on the side of the bed, legs crossed, eyes still on Dew. 

lay down

how about I just tore into you and we will see

Swiss didn't leave him space to finish the sentence. This time chains were much faster than Dew movements – his arms, his legs immobilized, leaving him little to no mobility, just a pretty dish served perfectly for Swiss and Swiss was already salivating. Little magic to them to keep Dew from roaring with fire too high. 

I knew you will say no to being still and I want you still

I will fucking burn through this shit

but you won't I promise you that much

He moved between Dew's legs on all four, saliva dripping from his teeth and tongue, sizzling when it dropped on Dew, and every drop was met with a quiet hiss from him as it sinked in.

what you just gonna slash me open fucker sink your teeth into me that's nothing new

I know you want me to but no Dew I'm going to do something equally fun

like fucking what

I'm going to worship you as you deserve till I'm satisfied with the results

Dew for a second wasn't sure what Swiss meant by that and the first soft kiss on his neck took him by surprise. Swiss felt that Dew was waiting for the bite, for the claws to sink into him, but Swiss just slowly, methodically moved his lips further down Dew's arm, kissing the fire burning under his lips. Every centimeter, every flame, down to the palm of the hand, down to every perfect finger. Just kisses, little licks from time to time. Nothing typical for the Ghouls to do, not the way infernal beings normally showed affection. A little touch of the human realm in the Hell design. 

By the end of the first arm Dew was trembling, already oversensitive, undone by tenderness, vulnerable in the face of it. Swiss moved his finger, delicately, more caress than a touch, tracing back the trail left by his lips from the hand to the neck as he sat straight again, admiring his work, the beauty of the wild fire. Then he just started anew, on the other side and Dew's temperature skyrocketed, flames danced on the walls around them. Swiss just smiled, eyes almost closed in pleasure, how much he loved just touching Dew, every flame licking his skin asking for more. When he sat back up, Dew was looking at him, pleading with his eyes, head tilted back, as close to panting as a demon could get.

Swiss please

my Flame I'm just getting started

He kissed Dew's throat, moving down, instead of claws feather-like touches along Dew's chest, instead of tongues just lips, soft whispers how beautiful Dew was, how perfect, how wonderfully he burned for Swiss. Dew took the moaning part to the core, and Swiss wasn't even sure if it was voluntary anymore, the way little noises just escaped him against his will, Dew so unaccustomed to making sounds like that, it was taking him by surprise. And when Swiss finished with the body, stopping just above the legs, without any rush, with all the time in the world, Dew was begging, and how sweet it was, how intoxicating.

please bite me kiss me anything please I need more of you please

I am kissing you Dew are you not paying attention should I start all over again

no please I need more Swiss fuck I need you

you have all of me I am nowhere else but here

Even that thought made Dew shiver, to have all of the attention of an infinite being. Swiss moved through the legs the same as with the arms, one after another, chains on them as white-hot as Dew but unyielding. They weren't going anywhere, Swiss still had the best part before him. When after all this time he finally was hanging just above Dew's face, arms on both sides of his head, Dew visibly hoped for the grand finale, for teeth and spit and ichor, reaching for Swiss with his tongue, but Swiss just made it coil around his finger, same soft kiss on it as he placed on every part of Dew's body. Except one. 

Swiss I can't anymore please I need you it's not enough

Swiss just smiled, another gentle kiss placed on Dew's forehead. 

And then he moved to the horns, so much more sensitive than the rest of the body, hidden normally behind the mask, behind the Ghoul form, and Dew burned the most beautiful violet blue Swiss had ever seen. Every stroke, every touch of the lips, every lick, Swiss so close to Dew there was nothing else in his vision, a distinct feeling of pure darkness and fire below it, just under the illusion, fire even hotter than Dew’s. The quiet sound of chains moving just under it. It was driving Dew insane, nothing else but Swiss in his mind, the world outside stopped existing. And when Swiss took mercy upon him, his lips so close to Dew's, Swiss took it a step further.

I'll take off my mask for you but you need to promise to tell me if it feels like too much okay

fuck Swiss please yes

promise Dew

anything everything I promise please let me see you please I love you

So Swiss did so, yearning for it himself, and the room became pitch black, with darkness concentrated in a form as familiar and as foreign as it could be, finally taller than Elemental under him, what a relief. Swiss laughed quietly, feeling the chains straining as Dew desperately tried to reach for him, to touch him, unmasked, even if covered by shadows. Never-ending litany of mine, perfect, so perfect, please, so many please and Swiss couldn't make them wait any longer as he kissed Dew, as slowly and intimately as every kiss he made before, only Dew’s violet fire cutting through darkness. He knew it wasn't enough, just a kiss, it wasn't enough for any of them but the night was still so very young.

I love you too my Flame

Just a quiet whisper before Swiss' teeth sank into Dew's neck with all the fervent need in him, the very moment the chains retracted and ichor flooded his mouth, tasting of maddening, frenzied love. Of devotion. Of the need to devour. 

Maybe they couldn't become one just yet, but nothing could stop them from balancing dangerously on the furthest possible edge of it with every new touch.

—**—

All the Ghouls in the Pit were absolutely dazed when Swiss and Dew left the room in the morning. They were just laying in the nest, completely out of their minds, overloaded with indirect pleasure, Aether affected the most of them, head hidden in the pillow. Well, the most after Dew, who was just smoking constantly, still a little hotter than normal, vacant stare from night events still replaying in his mind. Even Cumulus was trying to control her storms with little to no success. What an interesting way to welcome someone that was.

are you both insane

maybe

There wasn't a lot of time to talk about last night – the rehearsal was set for an earlier hour due to new additions to the band, Swiss was overall running late with the Ministry check-up so all he had time to do was to kiss Dew's forehead and spread around the building. Good news was that nothing blew up when he was paying attention to Copia and Dew, but water was cold in the showers for reasons beyond his current comprehension and Sister Agatha had opinions about him not doing the mandatory reading she assigned him – normal way as she called it. He couldn't deal with another Dostoevsky, why was this guy so depressing, he preferred Collins, at least it was entertaining. 

Both him and Cumulus looked like they were going on to the scaffold when they all appeared in the chapel for rehearsal. It didn't help that other Ghouls were still out of it, Dew looking at his guitar like he saw it for the first time. Swiss almost felt guilty, but he didn't, not really, he was buzzing with feelings. He suspected Dew loved him before this but he had said it. It must be so foreign for him to say the words out loud. For beings made in Hell, especially Elementals running purely on need, love wasn't really a thing, love confessions and shit weren't a thing. Love was weird and complex, borderline insane, stemming from divinity. Swiss suspected that what Elementals experienced normally was sharper maybe, but easier in its core – he didn't fully understand it and Elementals, those leaving purely in Hell, wouldn't probably understand his attempts to explain what his definition of love was. Why would you need love, the name for it, the messiness of it when you are essentially having a part of someone embedded into your essence, when you are forever altered by them, one way or another. Infernal need to be one – that's what ‘love’ was for them. Different from humans, different from angels. And apparently, different from Ghouls, a secret fourth option suddenly there.

So it felt meaningful, to hear those words spoken into existence, for it to become a part of the universe they shared. Swiss was curious – anxious too – if Dew felt about it the same way. It wasn't that important, he just wanted to… know. Just for himself.

But that was a line of thoughts for later. Now they were waiting for Copia and Cumulus was looking at him like he had answers and advice for what was about to happen. He didn't. 

you will hate it your voice and they won’t even hear what’s wrong

that is a very small consolation prize

With Copia's arrival everyone started to, more or less, click back into the known routine. There was some talking, changes Copia wanted to make, asking what Ghouls thought about them, and Swiss was just laughing his ass off when everyone tried their best to concentrate. Fortunately Copia was a little too enthusiastic about hearing his new Ghoulettes to notice his band being held together by sheer force of habit. 

The first song went so great that Swiss was pretty sure he and Cumulus invented new curses. By the end of the second song he considered eating the mike to end his suffering and everything around Cumulus was covered in a thin layer of condensation, which was fantastic for all this electricity. They were all harmonizing, sure, mostly trying to adjust to Cirrus who sang beautifully, absolutely perfect, but it went about as good as Swiss foreseen. By the end of the third song both angels started to consider that it was overall a failure, being part of the band, and Swiss was just fascinated by the fact he was once again entering the five stages of grief, sliding right into depression. His hands were trembling. He really hoped adding a second angel to the mix would help not double the hurt, but it was bringing memories of different times, and that was never good. He didn’t notice Dew standing near him till he spoke up.

what’s going on you look like shit

well fuck thank you Flame

is this an angel thing

Swiss expected a snark remark, little ‘fuck you’ back, but Dew sounded genuinely worried. They haven't talked about Swiss’ problem with singing, not since the first day, which wasn't really a discussion, more a panic attack. He could pretend everything is fine now, but what was the point? Dew wasn’t blind and Swiss suddenly wasn’t too good at hiding stuff, especially from him.

yup

you think you don’t sound good enough because what your voice is different than it was in heaven

no I know I don’t sound 

wasn’t looking for correction so shut up with that Swiss you are not singing for yourself here

That was true, he wouldn’t sing for the fun of it at any point, for sure was not about to start now. He was just a nice, little tool in every singing related contraption that happened to him, second time wasn’t the charm, it still sucked. But Dew didn't finish, he just got closer to Swiss, a little too close for Swiss’ emotions right now, just Dew's guitar between them.

you are singing for me

I'm sorry what

you are singing for me and for me your voice is perfect so it's the only opinion that should count do you understand

Dew stop fucking with me

do you understand Love

fuck you can't just drop yes yes I understand

good angel

Swiss looked as Dew came back to his side of the stage, smirk on his lips, completely unbothered by leaving Swiss virtually a hot mess. When he looked toward Cumulus she looked equally shaken by something Cirrus said to her and since when Elementals were holding angels on leashes, when did it become the new norm. Also why had it felt so fucking good. 

People started to pop in during next songs, stakes somehow felt higher with an audience other than Copia and other Ghouls, mostly because he couldn’t really allow Copia to look bad before his congregation. In addition, at any given moment, when the critical thought even tried to form in his mind, he would feel Dew’s eyes on him, so it became easier to just taunt his Firecracker with exceptionally lewd performance than to concentrate on these. He did stomp out a small fire beneath his feet at some point so whatever he was doing was working wonders.

At the lunch break, when everyone got a moment to just chill for a second without prying eyes – Aether catched up with the smokability of his both fire adjacent disasters and they were all having an infernal equivalent of a cigarette break – another human came and Copia’s level of excitement went up suddenly, making them all stop in their tracks. They all felt Copia’s love towards her, but it was… weird. Different. There was no desire, no floating memories of whatever humans do with others they loved. It felt somehow more soft. Not as loud but equally audible, akin to love shared in the pack. Ghouls looked at them as they spoke, she was very proud of Copia, little unsure of his musicians, but that was explainable, Swiss was winning people over few at the time, he had his limits for human weirdness and he was reaching it with Sister Agatha and Chef Marek, they were both giving him different flavours of a headache already. 

“Let me introduce you properly. Band, meet my dear friend, auntie Marika. Auntie, meet my band.”

auntie like aunt but they are not blood related

they don’t need that to use the nomenclature read some Austen for fuck sake

okay Swiss you are getting a fucking ban on the library this is getting ridiculous

tell that to Sister Agatha I’ll wait in the Pit

Swiss waved at Marika and she waved back, how nice. He was so good at making friends. 

“They are something else, aren’t they?”

that we are just a bunch of happy little fuckers

“Hell’s finest musicians, auntie. And the way they sing! Stay for a song, Marika. You need to hear how Cumulus, Cirrus and Swiss harmonize with each other. It truly lifts the veil between worlds, I feel like I'm one leg in Hell already when I’m listening to them.”

second leg is probably trying to run away from our horrendous ow ow ow ow Dew stop

don't test me fucker

It felt important to Copia, for this particular performance to go well. To show off his music, his Ghouls. To show off, in particular, backing vocals of his summons. Even Cirrus was nervous, being mated with Cumulus, celestial memories in her essence subconsciously making an influence. Copia's unplanned choir of angels and angel's bound beings. So they sang, this little nervous choir, voices strong but broken, reaching depths of Hell but not deep enough to make the difference. But as the Hell's magic started to seep in through this tiny slit in the veil, Swiss noticed something off. There was some faint smell around Marika, remnants of something that was done to her. He didn't notice it while distracted, not until the veil lifted. Swiss couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, trail too faint, but it wasn't pleasant. He couldn't really lick her to have a better idea directly from her soul, getting closer all of the sudden could only frighten her. He was deep in thoughts when she brought up the report. That was a bizarre reminder, she looked like she forced the words out, even the smile while saying it was off. Like she didn't want to bring it up, but she physically had no choice. He could think about it alone. He could try to figure it out by himself, the purpose of the used magic. He always did it alone. Everything in him was saying that he was alone.

But suddenly he didn’t want to be. 

hey Aeth

yeah I know I smell it too fucking Witch is drugging her into obedience

okay how its barely a sliver you sure

trust me I will recognize the stench of those herbs and her bile everywhere if there’s asafoetida in the air it’s her fucking around maybe we can try to crack it later together there must be a way to figure out what directives she was given exactly

I yeah yeah sure fuck of course we can try

Oh, he loved that clever fucker. Swiss knew from the moment he laid his eyes on Aether that he's a beast of a Quintessence, but months later, being near him, Swiss really admired it fully. He was here barely a year longer than Swiss was, acting aloof when everyone was watching, at times as crazy as Dew was, but he saw more than the rest, paid attention to things that would fly under the radar of others, knew what to look for. They weren’t even allowed near the Witch for most of the time, and yet, here he was, recognizing her magic, her methods, even the purpose of the spell used. Swiss was sure Aeth knew even more, learned even more, was even more sure that he was ready to share his finds, to ask Swiss for his opinion on the matter. Swiss suddenly felt ashamed, would he share if asked or would he see it as risking the wellbeing of others? Month ago he would keep to himself, fuck, week ago he would be persistent that he can do everything alone. Today he wasn’t so sure about it. Today he didn’t want to be sure about it. Aether looked at him and smiled, cocksure. 

you look very hungry Swiss what gives

it's lunch time after all

we could figure out some early dinner I'm fuckin’ starving

Dew looked between them, both still eyeing each other with growing smiles, daring each other, and temperature around him spiking slightly, a little show of excitement he couldn't hide. Aeth tilted his head towards him. 

and look here’s our eager dessert 

yes yes yes

It was getting so easy to be distracted near them, it was almost funny, hold they got on him already. They could spend every free moment talking, joking, nesting, teeth deep in one another and an hour apart would make him hungry all over again. Was it something Elementals experienced too? It seemed like it, they were eager to be near him all the time, especially Dew, possessive and ready to take what his, and Swiss was his, wasn’t he? There was also an option that Swiss already had that effect on them. Because it was normal for angels, there was never enough, never, no matter what – if there was love it was bordering on madness, if there was hunger it was bottomless. Swiss could just live with his tongue deep in Dew and claws sinked into Aether at all times, even the pack was getting to him, he was seeking them now, their company, it started to feel natural. If they could maybe add Copia to this somehow…

Fuck, Copia, right.

“Could you lock the doors, sweethearts? No more distractions today.”

Swiss could feel very blatantly that Copia's anger was rising, untamed and unproductive, the same he had mastery in, the one he was made of. One designed for war and one not carrying for the consequences. In the past – dark, distant past – he would say it's great, needed, a necessary spark, but he knew better. He learned. Anger was repulsive, horrid, predictable in its cruelty. Anger wouldn't win against the Witch, if she was as vile and cunning as it seemed, she was expecting Copia to be angry. She probably built her attack towards him on this canvas. Cumulus stepped behind Swiss, putting hand on his shoulder.

he needs that anger Wrath

it's Swiss and no no one needs anger its destructive it won't help it's 

I've seen what you have done in your memories and I'm sorry that I will repeat Them

don’t you dare

but you are the greatest blessing of change that only pure righteous anger can start you can’t run away from that Swiss anger isn’t only vile it can be beautiful

that was low and it’s not

maybe but it was necessary and it was true

Lucifer was always kind to angels who followed Them. Always offered forgiveness even to those who were letting Them down, every step on the way. Wrath couldn't face that kindness even when drowning and Swiss was afraid of  its beauty. But Lucifer never lied, never deceived them, he knew that, even back then. Believing it, accepting it was another thing, but he had to believe in Their words now, even for a second. Be the change. The factual, constructive change his anger could supposedly bring.

He hugged Copia from behind, bringing him close, tasting the anger on him, familiar, calling to him, asking him to burn together. Asking him to burn with that anger, to smile while ichor dripped from his teeth, to laugh while life in the eyes he’s looking into faded. He didn’t let himself sink this time, the darkness of it to devour him. He molded that anger to his needs with ease coming from practice that he would prefer to forget. He let it morph Copia's anger, let it tremble like an earthquake through all of them, through the Cardinal, Ghouls, walls of the room. Saturated them. Changed them. Controlled, precise lure. Perfect push. Quiet, enforcing voice of an angel like a whisper on the back of the mind.

LISTEN TO MY VOICE COPIA BE ENRAGED BURN WITH IT STRIKE AND DO IT NOW 

“I… I think I have a plan. Guys, gather around, I need your opinion.”

—**—

Copia's plan, even if just a skeleton for now, was brilliant in its simplicity. For once there was no hesitation in him, no fear of retribution, his strategy bold, a showcase of authority and a demand for respect. Ghouls were thrilled – the prospect of going wild against the enemies of the Church, fully showing their growing powers fueled by Copia's blood, by Lucifer’s Light, was exhilarating. An infernal disaster disguised as divine intervention. They all stayed in Copia's room till late night hours, the Cardinal talking them through it, through locations and his idea how to handle it in front of Clergy. Swiss was barely listening, masking their presence, fortifying the room with sigils far beyond human possibilities. If the Witch wanted a safe room from angels, so be it. Swiss would make a safe room from her, from those who supported her. Undetectable change, untouchable net, fuelled by so much of his magic it was making his head spin, his form glitching from time to time – normally he would spent most of it on covering himself, keeping himself in check. Not today. They would never see Ghouls here. They would never be able to hurt Copia here. Her magic would weaken here and they would feel distressed, unsure, confused. The physical symptoms would hit after a while. And if they overstay their welcome, their slow demise would be vile, only death would bring them release. 

He was done with being passive. If she would die from checking on Copia it wouldn’t technically be his fault. He almost wanted to send her an invitation for a tea party.

Ghouls went to the Pit letting Copia sleep, no nightmares coming his way today, only excitement, only pleasant dreams of standing victorious. They were still pumped, Swiss’ anger circulating through them, talking about ideas, about utilizing their elements the best way under Copia's carefully planned strategy, about destruction and body count they could reach. It was almost a party, masks taken off, this fantastic spin on a day shared among Ghouls who kept themselves to the Pit. Swiss knew he would have to stay behind during the carnage – one could explain flood, earthquakes and fires but not being crushed by the never-ending darkness. His job was to fuel the already burning anger further, control it and direct it, to support Copia, as he would face the Witch, and to make sure he would not crumble under her manipulation. And to keep an eye on Ghouls, but they didn’t have to know that. The main portion of the plan didn’t really include him. All he could do now was to worry about everything. There wasn’t really a prospect for him to release that tension in the wild anytime soon. Letting his anger seep through him, spilling on everyone around in a controlled dosage, was making him tired, restless and really pent up.

So when everyone partied, talked, planned, Swiss slipped into the room he left intact – secure and safe, door disappearing behind him, he didn’t need a way out. He took off his mask, just the outer layer, even that helped, and laid on the floor, still and in pain, bed vanishing into oblivion. Too much magic spent. Memories too loud in his mind. Words of Lucifer burning him like an untamed inferno. He tried to think about something else. Tried to concentrate on the movements of chains in him, on the faint smell of burnt leaves still in the room. It wasn’t working, there was one string of thoughts much louder than anything else. 

He missed Them. Not just a little blink of Their light – he missed Them. Their radiance, how it glimmered on the walls of the palace on the Frozen Lake. He missed Their laugh, quiet like a sunrise, beautiful like a supernova. Missed Their snarky comments. Missed their shared memories. He hid it all so deep and now it was coming to the surface so strong it left him whimpering on the fucking floor. It was a horrible feeling, letting himself notice that lose again, suffer hunger he couldn’t satiate. He couldn't even go back. He knew he would be welcomed, open arms, all the love. Lucifer was never angry at Their angels, even fucked up ones. Lucifer was never angry at him. He needed to stay, he started something here, he couldn't just disappear. He couldn't leave the Pack without a word, couldn't imagine leaving them behind, but he wanted, so much, just for a moment, for a blink. He wanted to curl himself up on the floor of the Frozen Lake, air shimmering like millions of stars in the sky, Lucifer's voice calming his mind while They monologued about some crap related to Hell, chain slowly coiling around the light. 

He closed his eyes, letting memories flow freely through his mind. Ghouls would be busy all night and he would just… just for a few hours, he wouldn’t be Swiss, wouldn’t  be Wrath, just…

Swiss are you alright

He blinked, startled. Delta was standing near the wall, no door behind him, just Ghoul barely visible in the darkness, dim white glow to him. Swiss considered getting up, putting the mask on, laughing it off, pretending he was testing something but he didn't have the will-power to do it and Delta didn't look unsettled by his form, just worried. He sighed. 

been better

can I join

sure come here

Delta laid down next to him, a little unsure, but quickly he found a comfortable position, head in the crook of Swiss’ neck, Swiss’ arm around him. They were silent for a very long moment. 

is it okay that I'm here

of course but

pack is just a little too much right now so I remembered where the room you made was and went through the wall because I couldn’t find the door didn't know you will be here you listen if you want me to go you seem to be in pain

no Delta it's okay I'm just plagued by memories maybe little tired

painful memories

He needed to think about it for a second. They brought him a little bit of pain, but that was on him. They were not painful by design.

nah happy memories

those are the worst kind sometimes

Swiss chuckled, because yes, sometimes they were. Memories of the easier past. Of the simple moments. Victories that tasted sweeter and failures that seemed accepted and forgiven.

can I help you in some way

don't think so I just miss someone or fuck maybe something that I was not sure anymore

Delta nodded slightly. He was so frail, a shadow of what he must have been as Water Elemental, blood and soul of Copia barely making it to the Pit to keep those contained there  filled the same as the band. Swiss didn't have much of anything left in him right now, screaming in his mind making him nauseous, but there was still a little bit more he could squeeze from himself. Just a drop of Lucifer’s Light he could share. They were a pack after all, it meant something. Delta looked at him surprised when Swiss lifted his chin.

but you are in pain Swiss I will be okay

I promise I will be fine I'm sorry if it's on a bitter side

He kissed Delta slowly, cutting his own tongue, dripping ichor into Delta's mouth. Ghoul shivered with pleasure, grasping Swiss tighter, not enough to cut him, but Swiss put a hand on his hand, pressing harder. Ichor seeped from the wound, sinking into Delta's fingers. They stayed like this for longer than it was needed. It was a slow, sweet kiss, and by the time they ended Delta looked much better, shine to him brighter, his body stronger. It wasn't blood, wasn't Copia blood, but it was enough. His ichor was saturated enough with Lucifer’s Light to be a good substitute. 

Swiss on the other hand had a little trouble with being. He laid flat on the floor again, that was about all he could do right now, this form was also restraining and needed focus and magic to uphold. Lucifer came to his mind again and he felt so unbelievably tired. 

thank you I'm sorry you look so do you want me to leave you I would rather stay but

no please don't go I don't want to be alone I think

Delta hugged him tighter than before, calmer, more sure, and Swiss smiled at that, happy to have him near, to be able to bring him little comfort. A few hours passed before either of them moved again, only from time to time they talked quietly. Delta told him a little about being in the band – being thrown as Omega replacement just after the ritual that changed him, almost immediately replaced by Aether after that. He didn't mind being sent to Pit. He preferred it, everything became too much after the rite, he wasn't fond of people, he didn't want to play before them, didn't want to go back to Hell like others either. Swiss told him about his bad habit of not handling minor issues well and deciding to stay alone for a while after one of those not-handling, which, now that he calmed down, seemed like another exaggeration on his part. They also laughed about the comically large amount of plants Earth Ghouls accumulated in the Pit and how Ifrit and River were essentially delegated as permanent temperature and humidity control for the cocoa plant Ivy loved. 

Just as they sat up, Swiss finally able to move his shadows around again, the wall trembled once, then twice.

I think someone's knocking and I think I have an idea

The wall trembled again and fell into pieces, which immediately turned into ash. That was a lot of sigil work on that wall. 

who it may be hello

Dew looked like a torch, tail whipping at the floor striking sparks, his usual state when he was pissed, especially when unmasked. Aether was flickering, claws dripping with silver, his whole form producing a larger amount of electricity than the whole Ministry needed in a week. 

Delta it should be quieter in the Pit now definitely quieter than its gonna be here but I can make you an additional room for the future

I will be okay for now please just rest and I'm sure they miss you too Swiss

sure they did thank you dear

Delta kissed his cheek and vanished like morning fog, appearing after a moment near the nest. Swiss smiled sheepishly at Dew and Aeth.

I will burn you to the ground you fucker for fuck sake what the fuck Swiss why was Delta with you why not us

we were so fucking worried it's been hours why do you look like shit again are you fucking unmasked

I've missed you both too but the lack of that wall is really fucking up my focus on restricting this form from others so you will have to come to me for dinner

The chains slowly, unnoticeably coiling around Dew and Aether grew suddenly tighter and yanked them both towards him in one sweep movement. He laid back on the floor, letting the wall rise again. Dew straddled him as he always did, his favourite position towering over  Swiss, Swiss’ tail wrapped around him. Aether looked at them, at the everpresent darkness drowning the room then at the wall and decided to start with the easier task of rebuilding sigils, still zapping with electricity. Swiss knew he needed a moment to adjust, his shadows so eager to inhale any light, any life around them, Swiss wanted it or not.  

talk fucker

sorry I've drained myself too much on Copia's room and I got somewhat tired maybe hungry I don’t know so I needed to sort of

why the fuck you didn't come to me

you were all so excited about the carnage I just needed

Dew caught him by the tongue and pulled him up to a sitting position, face to face with him, fire and darkness. 

I will keep you on a leash if you won't stop pissing me off

yes please I mean

I mean it Swiss you need to be near me I need to have you close your fucking off is starting to piss me off

Dew's right if we have to put you on the leash we will

Aether sat next to them, Swiss’ hand automatically resting on his waist, bringing him closer. Aeth looked at both of them and with one sharp claw cut off Swiss’ tongue making Swiss plop back on the floor, kissing him the next second, sucking with pleasure on the wound he just made. He was so proud of himself, hand resting on Swiss’ horn, eager to get a feel of this form and Swiss laughed into the kiss. He laughed even more seeing Dew bite into remnants of his tongue, ichor dripping from Dew's mouth as he ate it with a pleased smile. Not a part wasted it seemed. On the other hand he really didn’t understand their… what was it? Anger? Not quite. Was it worry? Maybe, it still felt a little weird. He acted as normal as he could, maybe a little less attentive, he couldn’t focus on anything, but it surely wasn’t that, they were busy, they wouldn’t notice a small change.

I am not going to run from you

it's not that

Dew's is getting fully addicted to your love Swiss and you were distant as fuck today look at him all anxious already

Aeth for fuck sake I’m not

hey I'm a little addicted too feels borning without you around

Swiss eyes widened in shock and the darkness around them, darkness that was made of Swiss, started shimmering with the glimmer of hundreds, thousands of stars. Both Ghouls looked around surprised, a bright night sky shoved into a room, a distant remnant of heaven’s angel not only of Hell’s demon, not only of Wrath. Swiss got a grip on himself after a few seconds, he really was a little too fragile today for his own good, but fuck if they didn't left him flustered and giddy. Maybe he needed that.

do it again

if you behave nicely then maybe one day Firecracker right now I'm starving and

Dew smiled, Aether beckoning him with finger until Dew's tongue wrapped around it and was cut. Perfect, mirrored wound for ichor to rush like a flood into Swiss’ open mouth as Dew leaned in for a kiss. It lasted for a moment, them just kissing each other as the cut fragments regrew, but it wasn’t difficult to figure out something was off about Swiss. He did feel better after a few hours of just distracting his mind with idle talk with Delta, but a distracted mind wasn’t a calm mind, and his was off the charts today. It wasn’t something particularly easy to hide it from someone who tasted you as often as Dew was tasting him.

the fuck why do you taste bitter that’s not tired the fuck are you hiding

Aether tilted his head, slightly confused – change was really subtle, but apparently not subtle enough for Dew refined pallet. The thing with him and Aeth was just starting really, it wasn’t an instant type of need and connection as the one Swiss had with Dew, nor the one Dew had with Aether, probably an overall unconventional type of relationship for Elementals. Swiss was really happy they were building something up, slowly but surely.  Maybe Aether was getting into him because of Dew, maybe he had his own reasons, but he genuinely seemed interested. Swiss was glad he did, he was interested too after all. And now, looking at him and Dew, Aether’s hands wrapped around his mate’s waist as they looked at him with questions, it clicked for him, where that need for learning about Witch magic came from. Swiss saw fighting her, killing her as the only resolution, similarly to Dew. Aether first and foremost was building his knowledge to protect what he loved, who he loved. Looking at him and Dew together gave a very clear picture of why it happened, why they chose each other, why the ritual, changing of the Dew’s essence, didn’t rewrite that. Swiss really believed the Witch would be dead by now if it did and that her death would be thousand times more cruel than anything Swiss could come up with.

With all of this in mind Swiss was a wild card thrown into that perfectly working mix and he was aware of that – combination of instability that tainted every fallen angel, suppressed to the point of pain anger, undisclosed even before himself amounts of love he forgot existed and pure insanity he got as a gift from his father. He slid into mortal realm out of boredom and loneliness, had done things Ghouls could never do with no respect to any authority but himself. Went through a few panic attacks in the middle when he randomly remembered how broken he was. Had limitless power he had to keep on a leash and yet he made sure to everyday use as much of the available portion of it till he felt sick. Fell absurdly in love with an Elemental he couldn’t even mate with for good measure, but was still wanted, for some reason. Gained a pack that seemed to really care about him, even did something good enough to be rewarded with another Elemental’s affection, without the push from the universe. So obviously when things were doing good, he just had to sabotage himself and suddenly think about his past, that was his thing. He grew accustomed to being in his head alone, going through feelings alone, problems alone, even if he had beings around who cared about him, who he cared about, it’s just… his problems, feelings – they were all connected to those people, one way or another, so it left him virtually alone. Wow could he bother them with his delusions? He wasn’t too good with compartmentalizing, he just ran away from all of it, for sure ‘alone’ was the only state he could be in.

But now he apparently wasn’t alone anymore, he had to face it. He had the pack, had Dew, had Aether, even had Copia to some extent, and they wanted him, at least the version of him that he was desperately trying to be, better one, worthy of something. He could be insane and alone as always or insane and slowly learning how to accept being loved, how to open up, and that second one just seemed like a better option, even if it terrified him beyond belief.

bad day but I know what can make it better

don't you fuckin say

beating you both in Mario Kart for the sixth time so I can establish my dominance

Swiss got on his feet, putting mask back on, Dew thrown over his shoulder cursing him and laughing Aether away, but his tail wrapped snuggly around Swiss’ arm, just to be sure he won’t fall. Like Swiss would ever let him just roll to the ground. 

—**—

Swiss looked as Ghouls – masks off, sheer power of nature – left the Ministry, teeth bared in smiles, ground shaking as they went to execute Copia’s plan. He wanted to join them, keep an eye on them, just to be sure, to be certain they are safe, that they would come back unscathed. He trusted Dew to keep them all safe, to keep himself safe, he knew Dew was capable of taking care of his pack, he was a fantastic leader, but he also knew that if one miniscule thing happened to them, one drop of their ichor touch the ground his lightless fire would destroy much more than a few churches. His assessment of the situation was cut short although, brutally, the moment he and Copia entered the room, standing before the Clergy with Swiss blended with the shadows. Understanding hit him like a bucket of cold water. Of course. What did he expect?

He couldn’t see the Witch. 

Same as her office, she was like a blind spot in his vision, chair moving on its own when she sat down. He had to concentrate, hard and painful, to be able to understand she was just there, at the top of the table, speaking, moving, papers rustling in her hands. He needed to hear her, but her voice was piercing, distorted in his mind – it didn’t want to be heard by him which was not only frustrating, it was full on agonizing. A few minutes in Swiss was grateful he was covered by his shadows. Between trying to stir Copia in the right direction – keeping his anxiety at bay and fueling a particular flavour of anger in him – and following Witch’s attacks, he was held together by a string. 

Copia was doing so well, Swiss couldn’t be more proud of his Cardinal, cards played perfectly, even his posture was straighter, one of a leader, of a force to be reckoned with. Swiss only heard random words, saw random gestures, felt the chokehold she had on some Clergy members, little net of magic, just puppets on strings and it felt even more visceral when she stood up, getting closer to Copia, too close, her every step felt like nails drilling directly into his eyes, eyes he desperately wanted to shut but couldn’t. Swiss silenced his growl, keeping as close to Copia as he could, protecting him from her magic with everything he had, with more than he had at this point, because she tried to use something, he could feel it, pressure changing slightly. Over his dead fucking body. His fire, his anger were begging to be let go, finally. How could he suppress them in a moment like this? He was barely standing, he killed beings with power she couldn’t comprehend and now he was swaying on his legs before a human. But he changed, he did, he wasn’t what he was back then. Why then he wanted so intensely to just blindly strike her no matter the consequences, impale her on his chains, burn her body with his fires, every sigil she was hiding on her turned into ash. To show himself in his full demonic glory and watch as her eyes burn, as she scream in terror till there was no voice left in her, show her true extent of his powers as her skin melt from her body, nerve endings expose for torture to come. 

All he could do was to stand there, feeling like he was corroding from inside out. By the time Ghouls came back he was shuddering almost from the force he was putting to not let his teeth chatter, hoping, praying that he wasn’t visible, that his pain wasn’t visible, that the ichor he was swallowing like acid on his tongue wasn’t dripping on the floor, pooling at his feet. He barely saw Cumulus, but he heard her discomfort, heard her voice wavering in pain, unnoticeable to others but so clear to him. 

Copia released them quickly, but Swiss stayed behind him, always behind him, always with him. He would suffer but he would keep him safe, keep all of them safe. The meeting was over, what had to be seen was seen, what had to be heard was heard. He needed to get out, it hurt, Satan it hurt, there was nothing else he felt at the moment, but he was noticed. Maybe he was noticed from the very beginning, maybe he hadn’t seen her but she knew he was here. She wanted to see him. His mind was screaming as he materialized from the shadows, still as he could be, a threatening presence drowning in pain, jaws clenched so tight so he wouldn’t bleed like an injured animal before someone he could barely register, just a glitch in the space in front of his eyes. 

“Copia. Don’t you dare ever again to do something like that without consulting with me first. I’m the head of this Church for a reason.” 

Swiss wanted to kill her more than he cared about surviving this, but not more than he cared about Copia, some semblance of control still left in the cacophony of his mind. He would kill her one day, he would destroy her. And then he would walk back into Hell, find her soul and drag it straight into his Eight Circle and watch what devoted to Lucifer angels think about someone who tormented Their son. And then – maybe, just maybe – he would take a little trip to the Frozen Palace, just for a good measure. But it wasn’t now, seconds stretched into infinity.

When Copia finally left, walking turned into running, desperate to be back with his pack, in a place where she couldn’t hurt him – his subconscious knew that, even if he didn’t – Swiss teleported to the forest, to his solitude in mortal realm, but the forest was suddenly dark and uninviting, it brought no comfort, being alone, but he couldn’t get near the pack in this state, he didn’t dare, even if he yearn so badly to hide in Dew’s fires. Instead his claws sink into his chest, begging for the pain to end, just for a second.

—**—

Swiss laid on the forest floor, unmoving, except for torsions going through his form. A speck of his focus made it into Copia’s room, a decoy pretending he was there, that he was fine, and even that felt like too much, but he was a powerful being, even a husk of him was perfect, its hollowness unnoticeable. It was a blessing that other Ghouls were so eager to show Copia their love, their adoration. He was just imitating their actions, moving accordingly,  responding like he wanted to give them their space to be with Copia. In reality he was just a carcass bleeding from all the wounds he tore into himself, claws scraping the metal of the chains till he reached the other side, till he felt void enough to not feel anything. At least Ghouls were protected in that room, Copia was safe in that room, she couldn’t touch them there, couldn’t poison that space with her presence, he didn’t need to worry about that, he could bleed in peace. 

If he was lucky enough they would all stay the night with Copia, busy and high, no questions, no attempt at conversations that he would have to participate in. He couldn’t wait to hear about everything that happened when they were gone, their excited voices as they would tell him about the destruction, the carnage. He hoped Dew would talk for hours about it, he could listen to it for hours. Right now Swiss wouldn’t be able to properly communicate even if he wanted, wouldn’t be able to ask questions, to laugh out loud, not with this illusion of a presence he was trying to project. It would probably shatter like glass if someone tried to bite into it. Being on the peripheral was the best it could do. 

He needed that night to come back to himself, he needed the silence around to focus, but fuck it was painful, like he was missing something important. Would it go faster if he just crawled back to Hell for a moment? Maybe, but his disappearance wouldn’t go unnoticed, the rift he would have to open wouldn’t go unnoticed. He didn’t want to scare them after all. And, first things first, he didn’t even have enough energy to break the veil or even to keep his eyes open. So he just stayed there, cold and silent and alone, letting early autumn rain wash the ichor from his fingers.

Cumulus kneeled next to him with the first rays of morning sun. She said something but he didn’t catch it, his focus wavering, grasp on the decoy slipping from his fingers. That was okay, he would take his morning walk at this hour anyway, his disappearance was explainable. On the other hand what was the difference – he was found and he looked like shit still, couldn’t hide that, couldn’t pretend he was not laying on the forest floor in the pool of his own ichor sinking into leaves. Even if Cumulus won’t tell Dew out of some sense of loyalty towards fellow angel and his idiocy she would tell Cirrus, being mated and all, and Cirrus wouldn’t for a second hesitate to tell Dew that her angel told her that his angel did something unbelievably stupid. Swiss knew, to some extent, that he did something stupid – Cumulus was pissed – scary pissed. He tilted his head slightly looking at her.

hi there

shut up or I’m going to for the love of Lucifer Swiss how are you even keeping this form

spit spite and forest is flammable

you should have left I felt so sick in this room the moment we came back you were there so long

Copia

I know I fucking know I get it but still what can I do your wounds aren’t closing maybe fuck worth a try

He felt a wash of coldness running through him, a layer of frost covering every wound it could find, his whole insides he opened up himself, stopping and breaking through corrosion, slowly but consistently. He hissed in pain the deeper the magic went, but it brought some relief after the initial sting. An hour passed, then the next. He just looked at the tree crowns, Cumulus worked by his side in tense silence. Three hours in he was able to close his wounds, move his fingers again, some control of this form given was back to him. He sat up and his vision spinned.

lay down I’m not finished

it’s enough before you collapse here with me

no I can keep it up longer just lay down

Cumulus please it’s really enough we need one functional angel at all times now that the war with the Witch is ignited

you infuriating why are you like that Swiss okay sure you’re right and now we are going to the Pit so you can rest

I'm not sure if that's the best idea don't really want them to

it wasn't a suggestion

She caught him by the shoulder and teleported, his vision spinned when he was suddenly forced to be on his feet. The Pit was silent when they appeared. Swiss could hear plants growing in that silence. Running now wasn't an option. He took the few steps he needed to reach the nest and just collapsed onto pillows, his body going limp. At least it was dryer here than on the forest litter. He barely was able to roll on his back before the room erupted with a cacophony of questions, directed at him, at Cumulus, who sat tired and spent on the couch, Cirrus next to her in an instant, poking her until she bit softly into her hand. It felt distant, like it was all happening somewhere far away from him. He felt more than saw Dew standing next to him, quiet and unsure, so unlike him. 

you all did fantastic with those churches Firecracker can’t wait for a bedtime story about it

shut up just shut up I don’t understand why again what the fuck did you do that’s not fucking tired or some spreading yourself thin bullshit 

Dew it’s your day maybe we can

no no more fucking crap you were with Copia all of you I know that then you went all quiet back in the room and suddenly you look barely fucking alive talk or I will rip that information out of you

Swiss patted the space next to himself, a little afraid that Dew would just stand there, pissed, but Dew took that invitation instantly, nuzzling into Swiss’ neck, his heat so pleasant against Swiss’ side, warming him up. Fuck, that forest was so cold now that he thought about it, he was ready to just lay under Dew until he melt into a puddle, until Dew burns every drop of pain from his essence. But Dew caught his jaw, tender but sure, and forced him to look at himself. And Swiss did. And he felt so fucking guilty that everything hurt all over again.

Swiss what the fuck am I missing what am I doing wrong that you don’t fucking trust me

I do Ember I do I honestly thought this is better option to keep it to myself I mean look at me I don’t want you fuck Dew okay I can’t see the Witch can’t see or enter her office it hurts to even be near she’s using some heavy vile magic and it’s directed at Lucifer at angels all angels it’s fucking me up and I’m doing what I can but it’s going really shitty and ow thinking hurts

There it was, that silence again. He really didn’t want to tell them that, they should be celebrating, but he felt Cumulus looking at him, knew that another excuse was not going to work, and he was tired of it, he wanted to belong, to not be constantly alone with his pain. He was hiding enough stuff about himself from them already and it started to hurt too, something so natural to him previously. He waited for their fear to hit him, the confidence he was building to shatter, anger he was cultivating to waver. He didn’t expect rage, sharp and loud. He felt it crystalizing before his very eyes, from defiance into rebellion. Dew suddenly burned so bright next to him.

she did it to you

she doesn’t know what I am doesn’t know Copia summoned angels and she can’t know it’s our advantage and if I try to dismantle the sigils she would know it’s us who else would feel them and I tried to find a loophole but

I don’t give a fuck about strategy right now was it worse you state how bad Cumulus how bad it was

Swiss looked at Cumulus and Cumulus looked at him. He wanted to control the narrative still, an old reflex kicking in to shield Dew, Ghouls, from the pain, make it at least a little less terrifying than it was. She knew that, looking for some sort of instructions on how to handle this, what to answer, not wanting to say too much but Dew was having none of it, not a shadow of doubt in him about what the glances were meaning. He stood before her faster than Swiss could blink, roaring fire around him, hand clutching her shoulder.

don’t you fucking dare look at him I’m the leader of this fucking shitshow and you will answer my question how bad was his state

bad so bad I

I will kill her

Swiss, in some ungodly miracle, had enough in him to wrap his chains around Dew before he teleported, his whole body tensing with the amount of force he had to use against fighting a Ghoul who wasn't even unmasked right now. He hoped Aether, other Ghouls, would help him with Dew but they all looked equally ready to fight. Fuck.

LET ME GO YOU FUCKER

tough luck buddy no killing today

I will kill her I will kill her for you

Swiss had a vague sense of deja vu, echo of their first conversation in the Pit but now he was the one trying to control their anger. But fuck, this anger. Dew was ready to go and kill for Swiss, kill the person who almost destroyed him not so long ago, who he hated and feared. It choked him, the love and rage in Dew. Here he was, no second thoughts, just fury, just unholy, blazing punishment that should come her way for touching someone Dew loved. He didn’t see anger so beautiful in a long time, he forgot it could even be beautiful. What a pity that Swiss couldn’t let him do it, he would enjoy so much seeing Dew finally sinking his claws into her.

it won't change what needs changing Dew stop for fuck sake we need

it will make her dead that's enough for me she won't hurt you again

Aeth pookie a little fucking help maybe

don’t you fucking worry I will gladly help Dew I can’t fucking wait

That wasn't a conversation at this point. Dew was way too pissed off to think beyond killing, especially with all the Ghouls fueling this need, ready to follow their leader towards inevitable death, teeth bared, claws sharp. Swiss growled, low rumbling sound, tired and unhappy about being the voice of reason, especially now, but they all needed to snap out of it. He took off his mask, the Pit drowned in darkness, viscous and heavy with effort it took to sustain even this form. He was everywhere, shadows wrapped with tenderness around every Ghoul, but his hands were on Dew’s shoulders, tail hitting the floor with a loud, metallic bang, scraping deep into the flooring. That was an interesting way to first showcase his unmasked self to the pack.

Dew my love we need action we need disobedience if killing her would change anything you would have let me do it on the first day I told you back then I will kill her for you

things changed Swiss I didn't know she can hurt you I won’t let her hurt you

fuck me she hurt you hurt Delta hurt this whole pack that's more than enough reasons for her to die but we are now fighting for more than false sense of security if we kill her now the whole Clergy the whole congregation will hunt us hunt Copia so if I have to rot from the inside for all of you to best her I will

Dew burned brighter, mask ripped off, his claws cutting through chains on him as they became less restricting with Swiss dwindling focus. Swiss hissed in pain as ichor spilled from the cuts. Dew grabbed Swiss’ horn and brought him closer, face to face.

you won’t be near her ever again if you want to see I will be your eyes 

good be my eyes just Dew I beg you don't get yourself killed or I will desolate earth heaven and Hell to find a way to bring your sorry ass back just to kill you myself

you better I expected nothing less from you Pet

really now we back with the name okay fine are we calm can I lay down again put mask back on so we can talk stop yanking me I’m going on my own

Swiss plopped back into the nest, struggling with the mask – he really felt a little bit better in this form, but suffocating everyone around was a shitty way of saying ‘thank you for worrying’. He was surprised – probably as much as Dew who was intensely trying to find a comfortable position half next to Swiss half on top of him, seeking closeness – when Delta sat on the other side, taking Swiss’ hand into his.

don’t put it on we will all adjust this Pit is as much yours as it is ours

fuck are you sure because

He didn’t get to finish – Ghouls, even if a little overwhelmed, were suddenly everywhere around him, nest full and alive, like they waited with anticipation for Swiss to feel welcome and vulnerable enough to just be with them like that, not wanting to rush him but eager to have him more bare. He did feel welcome. Somehow it felt correct to have them around when he was in pain, when he felt scared. It felt better with them, he felt better. Rain tugged on his tail, inspecting it next to his own, then biting into it with curiosity, chewing on it, until Mountain pulled him back, sending Swiss an apologetic look. Swiss smiled with delight, wrapping his tail around Rain.

why is it so boney you don’t even have a spine where is this coming from

we watched Alien month ago and I liked the design

wait wait wait you can modify yourself

sure this is just another form for me can we concentrate on the uprising 

Dew propped himself on one arm, looking into Swiss’ eyes, considering something. Swiss suspected what was the object of this consideration, what plan was brewing in his leader’s head. Dew looked like he wanted to pluck the answer to his doubts straight from Swiss' mind and Swiss wasn’t opposed to that, if only he had it. They both knew it was a necessary next step. Finally Dew sighed, sort of, and looked at Ghouls.

you sure it’s the right time Pet

the best it could be I’m too tired to do it all alone right now I can help with first steps but the decision is on you my fearless leader

then it looks like things are about to change

Ifrit moved closer, arms around Dew’s chest, slowly turning Swiss into the bottom of a sandwich made of Fire Elementals. 

care to share with the class lovebirds or are we doing charades

it’s time for all Ghouls to leave the Pit and work a little bit

we gonna do a peaceful takeover of the Ministry infrastructure hope you’re all exited

And they were, if not a little unsure. There were, of course, a myriad of questions – are we supposed to just walk around, do we interact with people, how do we interact with people, what if they scream or try to run away, do we listen to them, who do we listen to outside the Pit. Dew took every question and answered it with patience of someone who thought this through, excessively.

we are going to help around do what Swiss was doing slowly and quietly improving their life quality until they grew depended and if Swiss is right

hey I’m always right 

shut Pet if Swiss is right and did his job well people are already accustomed to seeing Ghoul wandering around the Ministry some even grew attached aren’t they

are you fuckin jealous of

I said hush Pet if they react negatively just stay still don’t be hostile let them come to you in their own time

wait like with small animals really

yeah exactly like that Pebble it's going to take them some time us some work some tries probably a lot of them humans are fucking weird but the ground is fertile and it's crucial to make them warm up to us fully to see us as part of congregation their help their support their infernal miracles until we become untouchable without a revolt in the Church

fuck Dew that’s wait do we go to Copia with questions about what work is okay for us to do do we decide ourselves or

no one tells Copia about it he will freak out about our safety you find problems you fix them listen to gossips listen what humans are complain about in hush whispers and when you have doubts I'm the final word no fucking around I'll make the decision and if I'm busy go to Aeth

wait Dew I know I’m second but I'm green at this too why not Swiss he has experience already

because I trust you you’re decisions are logical and focused on pack wellbeing first and foremost Swiss will be under my control until he learns to work within the pack and regulate how much he can actually do without sabotaging himself

Swiss looked at Dew with utter bewilderment – his dear Ember could suddenly turn into a goat and it would be less confusing. Someone seemed to forget to discuss that part of the plan with him, maybe ask about his opinion or something. Dew looked absolutely unfazed, his hand slowly moved up and down Swiss’ chest.

I'm sorry what

you can follow Copia around but you will be mostly my Pit Pet for next let’s see week maybe month then I will delegate you around any problems with listening to your leader Swiss

I have shit to do around Ministry I haven't finished figuring out gas installation in the kitchen

amazing Aeth Ifrit that's on you that way we can control the unexpected fires without shutting down the kitchen what else

books are molding Dew

I will go with Cirrus wanted to swing by library anyway next

but garden is

Mountain you go with Ivy and Pebble take River too start with the food related stuff but I want you back in time for the rehearsal next Pet

are you going to call me exclusively Pet now

yes also not an answer to my question

It was an interesting feeling, being able to fully see up close and personal how serious Dew was about his role as a leader of the pack. Swiss usually saw that in the peripheral of his vision – orders that didn't include him directly or ones that he could easily bend into less strict versions of them, leeching on the ambiguity, mistreating every vagueness into a permission to act accordingly to his own sense of right. Now he was apparently naughty enough to be put in the time out corner like a misbehaving puppy. It was cute and Swiss was happy that Ghouls finally were ready to take what they deserved from the very beginning, not mentioning the tempting idea of being a little play thing for Dew, just waiting for him in the Pit, wanton and thirsty for every drop of him… but Swiss really had things to do. Places to be. People to see. Even now, having a minimal sense of control again, he should be more everywhere than he was. 

He smiled nicely at Dew, hand of his lover on Swiss’ chest, and let his focus slowly move, split – if Dew wanted information on what it is that needed to be done Swiss would gladly go for a walk around to find out. 

oh no you are staying right here Pet until I give you direct permission

Swiss felt a sudden pull, fast and sharp, and he was back on the floor, all of him, stunned and confused. Dew was holding a chain firmly. Swiss’ chain. One of hundreds of chains that made him directly, hidden normally under darkness and fire, now out in the open, alive and squirming in Dew’s hand as it sinked in and out of Swiss. Lucifer only knew how Dew was able to grasp it out of thin air. His leader was looking at him with disapproval and smugness in those fiery eyes.

how the fuck did you do that

I like to learn new things Pet and currently you are my favourite subject

that's not how this works what the fuck Dew

I felt the change in you you know you finally accept being part of the pack Swiss didn’t you don't you feel right at home among us now

wait wait wait what

being part of my pack makes me your leader and in turn makes you my cute angelic bitch so act accordingly Pet

Swiss scramble backwards from Dew as much as he could with one hand still on his chest, chain still in the tight grip in the other, not even thinking of letting go. It wasn’t fear, the need to move away, but it was for sure shock. He locked eyes with Cumulus, somewhere above Dew’s shoulder and frowned at her barely contained laughter.

oh Swiss it’s so endearing watching you learn how it’s like to be in a relationship with an Elemental

wait this is new he wasn’t like this before not that I don’t like it just what the fuck since when Dew is 

I know you’re talking with Cumulus and I did hear the sound you use for my name so speak up I want to hear your secret angelic thoughts too

what 

That was… weird. They weren’t mated for fuck sake, did Dew actually drunk so much of Swiss’ ichor and Copia’s blood in such a short amount of time that he was attuning to Swiss celestial nature by sheer spite? When he learned so much, when did he start to pay that much attention? To be absolutely honest Swiss thought to this moment that he is a little too obsessed with Dew. Sure, the mine, being close all the time, Dew being pissed when Swiss was doing something alone, the possessiveness – that all seemed on point with how Dew was, probably multiplied by his forcefully acquired fire nature, absolutely expected, but Dew was immensely passionate about everything he loved. He loved bright and hot just like his fires. Loved Aether, loved Copia, loved his pack, loved making music, loved his fucking guitar even. Loved Swiss and Swiss absolutely insanely loved Dew back. That was one of the reasons Swiss needed his ‘time for himself’ – his Ministry walks, focus being preoccupied with something, anything really, just so he could give Dew space to breathe, to love other things without Swiss constant presence looming over him. Swiss could only love to the verge of madness, his craving insatiable, devotion vast like the universe. He was sure that was a little too much for any sane being, even one as intense and ardent as Fire Elemental.

Swiss, of course, miscalculated. He forgot one factor in this equation.

Dewdrop, first and foremost, was a Water Elemental. 

They were all, to some degree, cunning, temperamental, stubborn beyond belief creatures, possessiveness was their most known in Hell trait. They never gave up what's theirs, even he knew that. As all of Dew was forcefully set ablaze with fire, that cursed rite concocted a mix that was never supposed to exist, two opposite ends of the same uncontainable chaos in one being. His love was like an ocean, with no beginning or end, like a fire, wild and untamable. When Swiss was merely pondering about how far they could really go with mating out of the line for now, Dew was already accomplishing what Swiss thought was impossible. Fuck, Swiss wasn’t even considering what Dew was doing now to be an option.

Dew yanked the chain harder – Swiss, still deep in his mind trying to understand this shit, was now brought back to reality with a noise escaping him that he in his infinite life never made. His eyes widened as Dew’s smile grew, wicked and wild, threat and promise.

I’m still waiting for the answer chop-chop Pet

i’m so turned on and confused did I missed something or

my love when I said you are mine I meant it my perfect beautiful Pet every part of you will be mine every thought all your desires about me I will devour you whole

Swiss was too weak for this, for Dew's hand moving slowly up and down the chain, perfectly synchronized with the never-ending movement of it, fingers sliding between links, claws scraping metal in the most obscene way. Ghouls around them were getting closer, he felt Rain’s hands back on his tail, less curious and more suggestive, slick fingers gliding between vertebrae; there were cold touches, soft kisses moving along the curvature of his horns, from base up, one more sure than the other but even that quickly changed when he felt tongue, then lips, then teeth on the tip of one of then, quintessence like liquid silver dripping down, Aether purring with pleasure as he watched horn sinking deeper into Delta's mouth, mimicking him second later.

take it all in my beautiful Pet you're doing so good don't fight it focus on that and in the meantime tell me what else the Ministry needs

It was a low whisper in Swiss mind, just above the sensations he felt and he whimpered, his sense of up and down were getting fluid, Zephyr working his magic, messing with him, suspending his mind in vastness of the sky where touch and sound were the only constant he could hold on to. 

can later please

no Pet now is the perfect time there's nothing else that should distract you only me only us

Swiss had to answer something, maybe cracks in the foundation, maybe conditioning, he couldn't repeat it even if he wanted, because Dew praised him, his tongue sliding along the chain, Swiss gasping for air he didn't need, his jaws slack, open wide. In the constant freefall his mind experienced he suddenly felt the weight of the earth itself, Mountain's tongue sliding into his mouth, moving slowly, deeply, caressing his tongue, scraping against his teeth, hand pining his arm down with an unyielding force. 

He heard giggling, bells chiming in the air, but couldn't focus on that as he felt the pressure of claws breaking through his abdomen with ease, deeper than they should, through shadows, past chains, cold air touching, teasing the fire. Cumulus reached farther than Elementals could and his form jolted, spasm arching his tail still in Rain's hands who took it as invitation to lick the sharp tip of it, drenching it with spit, before he slowly impaled himself on it as he slid his tongue further down with shiver of pleasure. He couldn't even properly enjoy that feeling, Cirrus’ hand on top of him, sinking into the shadows, meeting with Cumulus’ hands just underneath, a strange, overwhelming sensation of their essences flowing towards each other through the barrier of his form. 

continue Pet I know there's more

Swiss, again, said something, maybe, he wasn't sure what words were anymore. Dew sat on top of his chest, the pleasure of Swiss, of the whole pack rushing through him, his eyes closed in ecstasy, the chain wrapped around his forearm like it belonged there and it did. Ifrit and River took his place by Swiss’ sides instantly, but instead of directing their attention to him, they focused on Dew, and Swiss more felt than saw their hands, their tongues moving on Dew's body, more felt than saw that beautiful blue fire dancing under their touch, moans escaping Dew were making him delirious with need. 

Lucifer Themselves could appear out of thin air, fuck, his fucking father could appear in the middle of the Pit right now and Swiss wouldn't give a fuck. 

He could kill, he could die, he could live in happiness, sing with joy for his Elementals right now. For his Pack. For his Dew. He was lost in pure euphoria and he wasn't keen on finding the way out. 

Mountain moved but Swiss didn't have time to grief that loss as Dew kissed him immediately, hot and all-consuming. 

you are home Swiss this is where you belong forever with me

please forever with you my Flame

Chapter Text

They did appear in the chapel on time, about a minute earlier than Copia, and Swiss almost started to laugh in relief when Cardinal suggested that maybe they all deserve a nice day off after yesterday's showcase of power. Ghouls spend the whole morning methodically driving him further into insanity – his ichor was still oozing from Rain’s mouth, dripping from Aeth’s fingers when they teleported, imprint of the chain still visible on Dew’s fires before he put the mask back on, and even then, the illusion of the costume seemed more ruffled than normal. Now, apparently, they all had the rest of the day for themselves. Swiss stretched and moved to follow Copia, as it was his designated job and at the same time the only thing he was allowed to do, but Dew caught his arm before he got the chance to walk too far.

split

I thought I’m on a probation either Copia or the Pit

fuck it split I want you next to me Pet

Swiss smiled, intertwining his fingers with Dew’s which must have surprised him if the look on his face told Swiss anything. He didn’t let go though, only squeezed Swiss’ hand harder. Swiss in turn let him feel directly the split happening, just faint movement, a slight drop of pressure, colors distorting as part of him rushed towards the door. He winked at Dew before disappearing, step behind Copia who was already talking to him, relieved himself to have half a day to remember how to walk properly. Swiss politely reminded him that they had phones, he could have just sent a message on their discord and watched Copia mumbling, flustered, that he wanted to see them in person.

Ghouls collectively decided that it’s as good time as any to start infiltrating the Ministry and jumped right to following their leader’s orders, with no small amount of panic on their faces. Dew said he would take care of the library yesterday and Swiss was curious if he knew what the library is, but decided to use the same approach as the one with Copia – follow and be entertained through it. They already took the wrong turn.

that's split shit is still freaky as fuck does all angels can do that

some of them sure I’m not that special

can Cumulus do that then never saw her split like that

no she has better infernal blessings did you see her come on

so is it like other type of angels thing or

Swiss didn’t stop walking but side-eyed Dew who was very intensely looking straight ahead, their hands no longer connected but still brushing against each other, sending little jolts of happiness down Swiss’ back. He frowned, then smiled, then laughed, connecting the dots in his mind.

are you fishing for informations about me Firecracker

maybe what can’t I learn anything about my personal angel

of course you can but there are things that are better left hidden and forgotten

we will burn this bridge when we get to it for now I know shit and I’m planning on changing that

A smile wavered on Swiss’ lips, but it was too late – they were already entering the library. It suddenly made sense why Dew needed to ‘swing by it’. Most of the books about angels, fallen or not, were at best vague if not altogether wrong, but a good grasp on them could really push a particularly excessively researching Elemental into a direction Swiss didn’t like one bit.

Dew

any recommendations or should I just go from shelf to shelf

“Swiss! Oh, how good to see you, it’s been a few days, I was worried you didn’t do your reading and are avoiding… Oh, is that…? It is Dewdrop! Swiss! Why did you bring a Fire Elemental to the library for the love of Lucifer?!”

Sister Agatha to his rescue, apparently. She was already standing in their way, no fear except one about her precious book collection, taking double takes on one of the assistants, mouthing ‘fire extinguisher’ like Dew couldn’t see her. Dew looked stunned.

he brought himself Agatha

“Himself?! I am in no place to tell you Ghouls where you can go and where you can’t…” but what Agatha “...but I’m not beyond guarding those books with a broom and a bucket of water if I have to!” there it is

Dew slowly turned his head towards Swiss who smiled sweetly in response.

oops tough luck Dew

you little shit can you tell her I won’t burn the fucking library down

“Language! What is it with you Ghouls, you are all so vulgar, it’s like I had to educate Swiss from scratch and now you, as a leader no less! Does Copia forget to teach you all other words, I will have to talk with him about it, there are young people at Ghost concerts, what if they hear you!”

please do talk to him I need to see that conversation preferably record it for later

“Lucifer help me, how am I supposed to let a demonic arsonist into the library in good conscience?”

why do I feel offended over this what is happening

oh Agatha he’s not an arsonist he’s pyromaniac it comes from deep desire to set things on fire not just a whim

Swiss 

Swiss was enjoying this a little too much – he could feel Dew fighting immensely to not get hotter, to not shove middle finger in Swiss’ face or, even worse, to not set fire on the floor under Swiss’ feet. Swiss could count his victories, tell Dew it’s Agatha’s library, delay his sudden yearning for knowledge or at least make it difficult for him in hopes he would give up, but he also knew Dew. That would only make him more determined, a sudden obstacle. He rubbed his mask in something between frustration and a sense of giving up too easily for his own good.

Agatha

“I never told you you can drop the Sister, Swiss.”

Agatha he won’t burn anything let him in I will guard the books with my very life while he is here

Sister Agatha looked unsure and with every other human, even Copia, Swiss would think that she didn’t really catch every word he tried to convey and was struggling to figure out what he meant. Not with Agatha. Was Swiss sure she knew what he was saying? No. Was she correct every time for now? Yes. Swiss was not willing to question that, that was not an answer he needed in his life.

“I trust you, but if even one page ends up touched by fire you will pay in book cataloguing duty and I know you don’t like it. Go. Don’t frighten all the patrons.” 

thank you Agatha say thank you Dew

thank you I think who am I thanking right now you or her

don’t think about it too much Ember

He let Dew go first, standing just behind him. Sister Agatha stood at the tail of this procession for a moment, but after one tilt-headed look from Swiss she huffed and went back to her desk, giving them some privacy. There were rows upon rows of books, it was a well stocked library after all. Swiss knew all the titles, all the categories and index numbers, but kept that to himself, curious about his Ember’s plan. Dew didn’t seem to have any and was currently trying to figure out where to go – Swiss could almost hear Dew’s tail whipping against the floor in frustration.

so where would you start

you wanted to go from shelf to shelf who am I to tell you otherwise

i’m going to loop that chain of yours around some pillar and leave you there for the night

but you will miss me so dearly

and I’m going to personally eat that fucking pillow you like so much or at least feed it to Ifrit

hey that’s just cruel he wouldn’t even appreciate it

why the fuck do you even like it its just a pillow I saw you growl at Mountain when he tried to take it

you lied on it so much it smells like you cherry smoke and burned leaves it’s perfect

you what fuck you can’t fuck no no no smoke can’t start smoking now calm thoughts shut up Pet don’t say another fucking word

Swiss might not be able to keep  Dew away from looking for forsaken heaven lore but at least he could make him flustered in the meantime. He also was, against himself, testing if Dew would tell him to give him space, a little bit hoping for it, just to fulfill some broken conviction he harbored that he was too much to bear, especially without mandated breaks. He helped Dew with the sudden slivers of smoke though, inhaling it with a smile, standing maybe a little too close. It took a second and some very sneaky bite before it actually worked and not made it worse, Ember a little shaky with need.

Finally Dew picked a direction and walked between shelves. They were in the 20th century philosophy section, a nice vintage choice, especially when you look for the most ludicrous sentences people ever wrote, either fuelled by week without sleep or hallucinogenic mushrooms, sometimes both. Swiss picked a book at random, that always worked wonderfully for him while browsing philosophy, and skimmed the pages. 

did you know that Freud considered disruption in psycho-sexual development as the cause for mental illness and crime in adults

what distruption the fuck are you talking about

I mean there's a lot of criticism about it further down the line oversimplification and shit but it would explain a lot about Copia if you think about it

Dew looked like he was ready to snatch the book from Swiss but changed his mind mid-motion. Good call, no one should start a philosophy course from Freud, Swiss should really give him some Plato as a nice beginners introduction. Dew went down the shelfs, reading titles, looking for something that would pique his interest and Swiss picked another book he hadn't read before. He frowned a bit – seems like he needed to dive into socioeconomic to figure out some stuff, but he still felt the wicked need to share his findings. 

so get this Marcuse saw psychoanalysis as a tool to diagnose the pathologies of capitalism he argued that advanced industrial societies require surplus repression to maintain control

the fuck is capitalism

I’m not hundred percent sure give me like five minutes I can find out but I don't think we will like the answer

Swiss left Dew side and came back a minute later with another book, doing a double take at the pages like he misread the content. Dew didn't really give a vibe of someone who was eager to learn more of Swiss newly found knowledge but that couldn't stop Swiss. 

so according to Marx capitalist mode of production is characterized by private ownership of the means of production and extraction of surplus value by the owning class for the purpose of capital accumulation 

wait why the Ministry works well without this bullshit who invented this

the overpowered ruling class based on need to accumulate more resources than necessary for proper functioning in society I guess

Dew stood up finally, probably realising that staying longer in philosophy wouldn't give him answers but would give him a Swiss related headache and picked random direction to escape whatever torture method was Swiss trying to perform on him. 

oh you gonna like this Foucault thinks power is not a possession that can be owned but a dynamic and relational force exercised through networks of social interaction and institutions which means that either Witch is perfect example of it or she read discipline and punishment too many times

you aren’t even holding a book right now where are you getting this from

I'm offended Dew I've already read Foucault it's a great base for understanding modern world and its fetishes as I just said we can borrow it for you

I can discipline and punish you without a fucking book Pet

Swiss tensed a little when they entered the history section – they were inevitably going into the right direction, religion not too far from here. Dew knew this too, books here were sprinkled with god worship imagery, as it was intertwined with the building of the modern world. Dew read through few books here, accompanied with quiet huh and the fuck and yeah, that was understandable when it came to humans. Swiss decided to continue his quest on useless information sharing. 

did you know

no and I really don't want to

that roman catholics in Bavaria founded a secret society in 1740 called the Order of the Pug new members had to wear dog collars and scratch at the door to get in

and I was right I didn't what to know that

There was a moment of silence where Swiss expected for Dew to tell him to finally fuck off, go and take care of Copia, reorganize the Pit, be wherever but here firmly pressed to Dew side but Dew just rolled his eyes, barely hidden smile on his lips.  

what else do you have

let’s see oh get this Claudius Drusus died in AD 20 from asphyxiation when he tossed a pear in the air and caught it in his mouth the pear tree was put on trial found guilty of murder and destroyed

well we won't be feeding Copia any pears in the upcoming future

should we burn the pear tree in the garden for good measure

you can never be too safe we can get rid of the plum while we're at it

They went through a few more books on the history of humans and their idiocy. Some young Sisters walked up on them, took a back for a second – people were somewhat accustomed to finding Swiss wandering between the shelves, but two Ghouls seemed just weird, until one of them whispered to the other with recognition and both of them blushed a pretty shade of pink. They ran away afterwards and Swiss laughed, poking Dew side.

your fan club is adorable and their imagination is well

don't provoke me or I'll try some of it on you

not even on Copia I'm flattered but I would have to figure out how to make a hole in myself for you to

I'm starting to regret I can't put something in your mouth to shut you up the same way humans work

oh and what would you like to put in my mouth Ember cause I’m salivating just thinking about your

shut up

The religion section came faster than Swiss was comfortable with. There was a lot there, different aspects of god, different takes on worship, various ways humans understood things beyond them. Swiss went through all the books in this section pretty early on, sifting out pure imagination from things even slightly leaning into the right direction. Sister Agatha didn't let him rearrange the books based on that which at the moment he was grateful about. Dew picked out one of the books and looked at Swiss. Swiss smiled. Dew put the book back without reading it. Swiss frowned.

what you didn't like the cover

no you just looked way too happy about it so I know I chose the wrong one

I didn't even said anything it was a good

how about this one aaand here is that nervous twitch you are so easy to read thank you Pet

Swiss crossed his arms, not happy with this development. The first book would give Dew's search a completely wild direction, one he currently picked was putting him not only on good track but unfortunately will provide him with way to many further sources. Dew smiled with content when he read it. 

interesting

is it now

sure it is move I need this one

It went like that for a few books, most of them vaguely or more directly talking about heaven and Swiss was becoming nervous, his jaws tensing with every new tome, every new scrap of knowledge. The only thing that kept him collected was the sheer volume of information and no key to pick which ones were correct and which ones weren't. The only key for that here was Swiss and that was one of few pieces of himself he was not willing to give up, even for Dew, especially not so early on. If Dew wanted to understand him better – fine, Swiss actually was touched by that, but there was a thin line he didn't want Dew to cross. There was one, maybe two books in general access that had a sliver of information vaguely related to him, if you squint your eyes hard enough. The rare book collection with its carefully curated microclimate, was stored under many locks in the basement – one or two incunabula there, some manuscripts with more unique knowledge in them, never redistributed further, marked as words of mad and haunted. 

Swiss put sigils on them, dark and malignant, complicated pieces of vile magic. Just to keep them from prying eyes if anything unexpected happens. 

He lost focus on Dew for a second and when he looked back at the book he was holding, he felt a cold chill run through his body. Dew was leisurely skimming the pages of ‘The Pseudomonarchia Deamonum’ but by the look in his eyes Swiss knew that Dew was aware that he found something important. One of the books in general access crossed from Swiss’ list, second at Dew's fingertips. He closed it with a quiet thump and started to scan the shelves with a fervent look in his eyes. Swiss stayed silent. It was still just scraps, little details hidden among words, but Dew was clever, observant. How long would it take after that for questions to start, pointed and accusing, how long till he ventures into the basement and Swiss would have to tell him no, that’s too much. Whenever that was going to be it wasn't now. Now Dew was holding ‘Clavicula Salomonis’, eyes suddenly widened in confusion, lack of comprehension mixed with anger. His grasp on the book grew tighter.

I can't read it I try and there's nothing 

He opened the book, pages rustling, full of symbols. Swiss tiled his head, understanding coming his way. 

I haven't thought about that huh

about what why can't I read it I need it

Swiss took the book from Ghoul’s hands, tracing one of the symbols with his finger. It wasn't entirely correct, he knew that when he first read it, but it was a sigil nevertheless, just broken, with a drop of truth in it. 

you know sigils and seals as magic carriers but in reality they are just language my language and this here it's crude version of it Dew or at least something people morphed and reshaped it into oh funny there's a typo in a typo didn't notice that before

fuck amazing why my mind doesn't absorb it I can use magic I know some sigils

you know some shapes and things they do but you don’t know the alphabet Dew it's still a foreign language to all of you humans don't know its proper form its meaning beings made for Hell don't either that's native to heaven

so you know tell me what they mean

I have a better idea

Swiss put the book back in Dew's hands and chose something he remembered Copia mentioned from the horror section right next to them. Then he started to walk towards Agatha's desk, after a moment of stunned silence Dew caught up to him.

I guess some learning sessions are coming your way my little Ember

Swiss don't you dare

Agatha we will take those two can you put it on my account

“First you bring Dewdrop to the library and now I'm supposed to let him leave with a book?! Oh, “We Have Always Lived in the Castle’! Great choice dear, fantastic take on psychological horror, you will love it! Okay, I'll let you take both but they better come in one piece! Remember – a month!”

thank you Agatha say thank you Dew

I will strangle you with your chain you fu you defiant disobedient Pet

that's my main characteristics so difficult to unlearn maybe you should think about that discipline and punishment for

Pit now mask off

—**—

It was the middle of the night in the Pit, Swiss sprawled comfortably on the couch, a pleasant ache in his body from Dew's bites, book in one hand, phone in the other. He still had problems with doing just one activity at the time – not enough stimuli – so it was easier watching a movie while reading. He would gladly add something more if not for his house arrest. Ghouls were still doing first tries at Ministry work even in the middle of the night, Dew was currently checking up on them, group chat alive with messages like never before. 

It was weird being in the Pit alone. Too quiet, movie in the background or not. It was also too dark – his shadows sinking into every corner, less restricted without mask, but without light of other Elementals, Swiss’ own presence was suffocating him which had to be weird on so many levels. He put down the phone, movie still playing, muffled, and moved his hand slowly, like paintbrush strokes on the distant canvas. Echoes of stars blinked into existence on the firmament that was the illusion of a ceiling. Swiss spend some time on them, moving them around, grouping them into abstract shapes, painting Copia and Ghouls and laughing to himself at caricatures he made. They weren't as bright as he would like, it wasn’t his specialization, creating like this, so he was mostly experimenting. Finally he accepted the next step – if he wanted true light he had to ignite them with his essence and the only way he knew how was by singing. 

He wouldn't do it months ago, still felt uneasy about it now, but the horrid pain it brought back then morphed now into something new, weird. No longer petrifying. What could he sing? Anything should work, it didn't have to be a trisagion to invoke creation, even thinking about it gave him nausea, but it was about precise intent. He could… that would be so on the nose. He put down the book, curiosity rising in him. Would it work? It may, it must. Fuck, he never singed for himself. It took him a few tries to even make a sound in the silence of the empty space, just stars blinking at him, impatient. 

drink me, eat me

then you'll see the light

It did… something, for a moment. They blinked brighter, but dimmed again. He did sound unsure, so maybe it was that. Fear of his own voice choking his attempt. He tried again, to the same effect – his under the breath tries were apparently not loud enough to properly fuel his take on creation. Maybe adding guitar would help? Him, not the song. It was worth a try, like anything this evening apparently. He moved from the couch, still eyeing the stars suspiciously, moving one or two hastily into different spots and smiled, exited anew, inching towards, what he optimistically believed, was the way to their instruments. 

Dew was looking at him, back pressed against the entrance to the Pit, arms crossed, head tilted and Swiss cursed, loud, taking a step back, not accustomed to someone sneaking up on him. 

can you move louder for fuck’s sake

I wasn't particularly quiet you were just really focused

fuck sure okay

Swiss moved his hand to wipe the ceiling, but Dew grabbed it before he did, suddenly next to him. 

don't 

it's fine I tried to make them better but that would require

singing

singing how long did you stand there fucker

minute or two what is time really

Swiss wasn't even mad at that. Dew heard enough of him, he knew his voice by now. Swiss did come to realization though that Dew didn't ever hear just… him, his voice in the silence of the universe. Copia, multitude of instruments, even Cumulus. Dew looked somehow moved. 

it didn't work though I think I'm too quiet I was planning on adding some guitar so maybe

can I play does it have to be you

not really if you want to

Dew was already walking back towards the couch, acoustic guitar in hand, sitting on the backrest. Fuck, he looked so exited, it was doing things to Swiss, like the universe had to make sure that Swiss loved this Elemental harder and harder with every passing minute.

so what do you have in mind what do you want to sing

dealers choice what's on your mind today

you will still sing for me right

of course Ember as always

Dew moved his fingers through strings, thinking for a second, before committing to the melody, ‘Nocturnal me’ but softer, calmer, different from the original or the cover their band did. Swiss sat next to him, Dew’s mask lifted enough for his tail to wrap around Swiss’, and he sang, sky above almost forgotten as he looked at Dewdrop. With every forever yours stars shone brighter, their colors glimmering on the surface of the guitar. By the end of the song there were galaxies above them bursting with light, alive and magnificent. Swiss laughed looking at them, for the first time in the last eons feeling joy that creation brings, not mad or sorrowful about his voice. He moved his hand and the universe above them spinned like a kaleidoscope. 

fuck Dew I love making music with you

Dew was silent next to him, and Swiss was sure he was focusing on the sky, but when he checked Dew was looking at him. He felt uneasy despite himself.

don't like the stars I can change them into something

do you mean it not the stars the music

of course I probably wouldn't sing ever again if it wasn't for you and come on you play so beautifully Dew how could I not

I love you

I mean I hope so at this point I love you too

no you don't understand 

Swiss tiled his head, not sure what direction this conversation is taking. He took the guitar from Dew's hands, took his Ember’s mask off and joined him on the backrest, their tails still wrapped around each other, tighter than before.

help me understand then

I fuck I didn't know I can love someone that much I don't know what's going on

Dew you're mated with Aether just a reminder

exactly mated he's a fucking part of me I know everything about him how can I love you as much as him how is this possible

Ah. 

Dew

I think I can't love you more and then you say some shit and I'm what the fuck do I do with this Aeth is always with me I don't have to think where he is or what he's doing but the moment you physically leave my side I just 

Dew 

I don't even know what you look like under those fucking shadows I know shit about you I don't even now if you fuck this book it’s full of names right is your name even in there

no

what the fuck are you who are you what why do I fuck

Swiss had wished for a little more time before things escalated, but of course it had to start right away. Everything with Dew had to happen immediately, Dew didn’t wait around, he wanted everything now. Dew never let anything linger, he wanted everything immediately. He wanted answers. Swiss didn't expect the part about love, it moved him more than the questions. It was a mirror of his own feelings but he saw them as a normal progression, at least normal for angels. 

Angels fell in love, deep and to stupid degrees, before they jumped into mating. He knew maybe two dozen angels who ever decided to do that, really. Final declaration of love. He heard maybe three times of instant connection like this among angels and he lived for a very long fucking time at this point. All the time, really. It did feel correct when it came to Dew. It happened normally among Elementals, right? It happened with Dew and Aether. But they mated pretty quickly after that. Maybe that was the problem, Elementals don't have to sit on their feelings, they just consume it. And now it was consuming Dew and he was confused. 

okay let's start with the name so we will have this shit out of the way Dew I fuck how do I even Dew I don't want you to learn my name from a book

it's just a name why not

it's not just okay for angels it's not just name our name is our essence it carries what we are as much as ichor and after the Fall most of us don't want to invoke that beings we were in heaven

I won't fucking misuse it or some shit and it's you it's part of you I want to

and it's a part of me I hate Dew I heard that name screamed when I killed my kin 

isn't that what the rebellion was all about killing those who tried to stop you from leaving fucking books said it was part of the fun right

Swiss closed his eyes for a moment, swallowing the pain. He needs to go through this, he needs for Dew to understand. 

it was never supposed to go this far it was fuck it was

Swiss wait wait I'm sorry we don't have to

no you deserve some truth about it and I'm willing to share at least that we wanted to matter Dew in the eyes of our father we wanted to mean something like fucking humans did but then he send us to destroy them on a fucking whim and we realised that none of his creations mattered never did our simple questions ended in carnage he send angels I loved who I knew my whole existence to fight us knowing what it would do to all of us and we didn't stop I killed so many of my own they all mix into one scream and that is what my name is Dew that fucking scream but it's still my name and I would love to tell you it one day but I'm not ready yet and I need you to accept that

Silence felt claustrophobic around them. There weren't really a lot of beings who knew the true failure of the rebellion, hundreds of angels who questioned Lucifer, who still fought by Their side after, who died during, a horrid price for those who survived. 

I didn't know I won't I'm sorry but you did the right thing

we did a thing Dew good or bad it doesn't matter anymore right now I'm mostly grateful that we did so I get to meet you

fuck stop saying shit like that I can't fuckin take it I can't love you harder or I will fucking burn to ash

so that's the other thing listen angels rarely mate if ever we don't need it it feels like giving up part of us beyond our control again 

what no no no I need please I

wait for fuck sake we also don't I don't know click instantly like you and Aeth did so we don't have the pressure to mate we just are together closer but separated but we did Dew you and I did and maybe it wasn't a surprise to you but for me it was and I cannot be happier that it happened problem is Elementals mate after that don't they you don't have to dwell on that intense burning feeling why would you do that you mate and it flows through both of you freely

but you don't angels don't Swiss I can't

for me it's normal to love you to the point of pain because I do love you far beyond the path of reason and when we are able to mate I will do it I will give you everything that I am but right now if it only gives you pain and I don't know I can take a step back would that help you if I stay more with Copia or something

no NO 

but maybe it will

for fuck sake I need you closer I need more of you to feel whole Swiss I won't stop loving you because you moved to another room I don't want to stop loving you you fucker you're stuck with me for eternity

eternity with you feels too short my Flame

I am gonna rip that chain of yours and make a Pit’s decoration out of it

Swiss thought about something, or to be more precise he was thinking about it for a good second now. It felt risky, but he also felt guilty, not able to share more with Dew – he wanted to share more with him, all of it. Small steps. That was a small step he could at least try. 

remember when you ask if I was made of fire

yeah vividly why

I can't really show you my true form but I can show you a version I've sometimes used in Hell something without the shadows more bare

Dew froze and Swiss got anxious that it was maybe not the best consolation prize he could offer. It was just a form of a form after all and there was still a technicality he didn't yet spell out, maybe he won't have… Dew grabbed him by the horn, pleading in his eyes.

please

there is a little rule

sure anything

you can't touch me in that form

what

and there needs to be a little bit of distance between us I'm not kidding Dew

why

I'm running too hot for you as of now and you grabbing me by the chain is already sending me into overdrive I can't

fuck it I can get a little burned

Dew deal or no deal

fuck you sure deal show me what you got

Dew did look a little offended, but he let Swiss hop off the couch and take a few steps back. Then another two for good measure accompanied with Dew unhappy oh come on. When he was satisfied with the distance and sure that sigils were good and steady in the walls, he let the shadows slowly dissolve. It felt similar to taking off the mask, another version of containment gone, making his whole form taller, taller than any Elemental in the pack by a long shot. His fire didn't look similar to Dew's, giving no light in their black hues, the chain sliding slowly down his arm only to disappear again under the fire, reappearing somewhere else. It really felt good to stretch out, feeling air around more vividly, sensations of the mortal world becoming less muted. 

There was one more element he needed to move around, he didn't use them in so long. A pair of wings unfolded from his back, their edges fluid, dripping with flames, eyes on them blinking, looking around. Yeah, that distance was really needed, he almost forgot what wingspan he gave himself. He moved them a few times, slowly and carefully to not generate too much wind, their TVs were not nailed to the stand. He smiled sheepishly at Dew who was standing now in front of the couch, looking so cute and small from this position. 

so the wings are mostly to make fun of angels depictions but

fuck fuck fuck

I mean this form is really Dew stop 

Dew was already walking towards him, step by step, making Swiss move backwards to get away from him. There was frenzy in his eyes, begging, pleading, and it didn't help that every flame that made Swiss screamed at him to envelop Dew, to wrap those wings around him, to find out how it felt to touch each other like this, how much better it would be. Dew's fires were going through every color of the fucking rainbow right now. 

Dew we had a fucking deal

please please just a touch you're so fucking beautiful

I can't keep them any colder than they already are it will hurt you I don't want to fucking hurt you you asshole

hurt me I don't care please

I do I fucking care fuck okay stop stop moving give me your hand and don't fucking move it okay

That worked, Dew did what he was asked and Swiss did his best to control himself, taking a step closer, kneeling in front of Dew, eye to eye with him again. Dew looked like he was losing his mind, his hand was trembling when Swiss slowly reached for it, a faintest touch to change its position, palm up. He smiled at Dew, nervous as fuck, way more nervous that Dew was, and lightly kissed his wrist. Dew hissed in pain, a short sound that quickly changed into a whimper of pleasure escaping him. His hand was still trembling, a dark impression left by Swiss’ lips slowly disappearing among the fire. 

fuck Dew you taste so fuck so sweet so okay okay I need to before I make mistakes I can't reverse

Shadows covered him again, on his knees in front of Dew, only his eyes still full of those black fires. He would be panting if he was breathing but instead he was just shivering slightly. Dew mirrored his position, getting so close to him it felt like they were blending into one another when they kissed.

I'm sorry I hope it wasn't too much pain

perfect you are so perfect I'm sorry I couldn't stop myself you are so fucking gorgeous and it's it was just another form there's still more what do you look like without

I'm not particularly anthropomorphic I wasn't made that way

Swiss laughed when Dew fully blurred, just thinking of it sent a wave of pleasure through him and was Swiss really surprised by it at this point?

of course you would be into that wouldn't you just love to be fully engulfed in my fire nothing around you but my flames

fuck fuck stop I can't think about it fuck Aeth blew up the water heater fuck I'm sorry Pet it fuck you feel so good I sort of fucked him over by extent

he did what fuck pack your ass into mask I worked too hard to make this shit work you gonna blowtorch this shit back into shape or help me Lucifer

—**—

Water heater was reperable, not that they had any choice but to make it work. Swiss sat on the floor, manual for reference pulled up on his phone, Dew and Aether not even able to look him in the eyes. At this point the room harbored five Elementals and two angels, not counting everyone else chiming in through messages which almost made Swiss throw his phone across the room. If someone from the maintenance crew would find them right now, gossip about Ghouls doing weird rituals in the basement would never stop. 

you really need to get a grasp on this big romantic gestures

thank you for your input Cumulus I will put being boring in my calendar

pack is trying to adjust to the Ministry they can't be vibrating with pleasure because their leader is having out of body experiences on regular basis and it's your fault Swiss

oh yeah sure sorry that me falling in love with most gorgeous thing Hell produced is inconvenient

Flames roared, licking the ceiling of the boiler room. Dew banged his head on the wall. Swiss couldn't stop himself but it was becoming a problem and Dew knew that too. 

okay fuck it I need few days to get a fucking grasp in the morning you will check with me for orders every hour but I need you to stay around Copia

can I send you memes at least or

do you mean pigeons making nests or us as rats

both maybe more

just don't send anything to Copia he still thinks we have parental control on

Swiss waved at them and hopped on the second floor of the left wing, rows of doors to Cardinals’ suits quiet in the middle of the night. They didn't even know that their hot morning showers were in the hands of Ghouls with access to Google and vague understanding of hydraulics. He sneaked into Copia's room, the man himself still soundly sleeping, covers bundled up to the side. The room was basically glowing with sigils and Swiss for a moment just examined his work, correcting a few things, rearranging others, making sure no loophole could be used against it. He sat on Copia's bed, a rat immediately jumping on his foot, eyes boogling as he lifted it to his face.

yeah I'm happy too little fella also you need to eat more veggies when was the last time you had some broccoli

“Swiss…?”

Copia was looking at him with half closed eyes, not really awake but not asleep either, just a nice state of being where everything said would be forgotten in the morning.

hello my Cardinal don't mind me you should sleep

“You really blend with those shadows so seamlessly, sometimes in the night I'm not sure if you're here or I'm imagining things…”

Swiss smiled and moved closer, touching Copia's cheek with tenderness, chuckling when he leaned into the touch. It was sad that they couldn't really converse easily. He liked Copia, but getting closer to him beyond what they had seemed pointless. He was Lucifer's son. He was almost programmed to love Their fallen angels. It wasn't real and was too real at the same time.

don't worry Copia I'm always keeping an eye on you

“That's good tesoro mio. I like that you're with me all the time.”

Copia moved slightly and Swiss slid into bed next to him, the Cardinal clinging to his side instantly, falling back to sleep safe and calm in Swiss’ arms. His love seeped into Swiss, naked skin against his shadows and Swiss sighed. 

He was in a way avoiding Copia, his focus either split thinly enough or fully looped into Ministry work, but now here he was, moon creeping through the window and quiet sound of breathing by his side. So much happened in those months, things changed and transformed faster than anything in Hell, his life changed and transformed more than in those last six thousand years he spent in stagnation looking over Eight Circle. He couldn't afford to focus on that weird feeling he had, one that poked him every time he was alone with Copia. Hotness ran through him when Copia moaned in pleasure under him, when he sought his touch, so much trust in him it was catching Swiss off guard, even with understanding of its source. Copia stirred next to him and Swiss brought him closer, mumbled whisper escaping him and it was a pity Swiss didn't catch what Copia was talking about in his sleep. He poked Copia's side lightly, not enough to wake him up. 

care to repeat 

“I love you.”

Swiss laughed, bitter against his wishes, kissing Copia's hair. Copia was thinking about it a lot, vividly, never saying it out loud. Things spoken into existence, huh? 

you really don't my Cardinal

Morning came soon enough and Swiss slid out of the bed, Copia not changing position one bit throughout the night. There were no voices of irritated cardinals coming from behind the walls, so apparently the broken heater situation was dealt with. He swung by the kitchen, nodded through the chef's rant about Ghouls other than Swiss appearing in there, trying his best to communicate that Ifrit was a way more sensible presence here than Swiss himself. The chef did eventually admit that the faint smell of gas had disappeared since yesterday and Swiss almost lost his marbles. How this place was standing was really beyond him. He did get breakfast for Copia, and a whole, fresh baguette for himself, still hot from the oven. 

By the time he got back to the second floor (teleporting with food seemed risky) Copia was already awake, still wet from the shower, towel hanging low on his hips. Water was dripping to the floor from his hair and Swiss frowned, eyeing the open window. Copia caught his expression and chuckled. 

“It's still warm, I'm not going to catch a cold from the light breeze dear, my body isn't that weak.”

Swiss wasn't too sure about that, humans were way too delicate for their own good. He was fully ready to close the window as a statement or dry Copia with some infernal magic but Copia decided to not argue with him faster than Swiss made a move. He simply took the towel from his hips and started drying his hair by himself. Swiss instantly wanted to run his tongue through all this exposed skin, gathering droplets of water from it. No, Copia had to eat first. Routine was important. 

But not for Copia, apparently, as he licked his lips, free hand sliding down, stroking himself slowly and Swiss had only that much of restraint in himself before kissing Copia, replacing hand with his, swallowing first moans still tasting like sleep and morning tranquility. Copia tried to pull him towards the bed, already half hard, his fingers tracing the mask up to the horn, but Swiss smiled slightly into the kiss, tilting his head towards the tray with still hot coffee and food. Copia huffed, rubbing against him, his pulling more demanding.

“It can wait a moment, I'm not against cold coffee. I want to feel you, you seemed off two days ago, I know you were giving others space, but you deserve something too, I wouldn't be able to face Sister without you.”

How the fuck Copia of all beings in that room noticed that he was off was bizarre, especially with pack of Ghouls taking him apart. Swiss thought of an explanation but there wasn't a solid one he could hang on other than the fact that Copia was just paying attention to him. More attention that Swiss expected, more than he could explain with simple Lucifer's influence, something that should be weakening any time Swiss was not around. He shoved that feeling poking at him again and picked Copia up with ease, laying him down on the freshly made up bed, their kiss becoming less sweet and more demanding. He moved to Copia's neck, soft touch of his lips moving down and Copia sighed with pleasure.

“You can draw some blood dear, I don't mind.”

But Swiss didn't, for some reason it seemed important for him to have more of Copia than of Lucifer this time, which was counterintuitive but here he was, tasting his skin, still warm after the shower. His hand moved down Copia's thigh, going lower between their bodies, a slick finger teasing the entrance, Copia's hips jerked towards the touch. 

“Yes, please, open me up, let me feel you, yes, perfect, just like that…”

Swiss moved his finger in him, slow deep movements, just as Copia liked, too much and, quickly, not enough, driving him insane. When he withheld the second finger for so long it made Copia beg for it. Another finger brought familiar tension melting into pleasure but after just a few pushes Copia stopped him. 

“It's enough, I can take you, fuck me I want to feel you for the rest of the day–”

Swiss pushed his fingers into Copia's mouth to silence him, Copia sucking on them with need. No, it was not enough, he could still feel tightness that would leave Copia in pain if he entered him now, as big as Copia liked it. Copia moaned around him as he tried to impale himself more on Swiss’ fingers, feel more, begging to be fuck with every movement. 

Swiss was relentless, working him up, his tongue licking nice, hot strips down Copia's neck, pleasure building and seeping into Swiss. After a good while he felt Copia couldn't take more of the teasing so he moved him to a more comfortable position, his knees bent, legs around Swiss’ waist as he entered him in one painfully slow movement, Copia's breath hitching, muscles tensing around Swiss. He gave Cardinal some time to adjust, he was good at giving him ample amounts of pleasure now, reading Copia's body like an open book, answering to Copia's needs before he even thought of saying them out loud. 

Every trust made Copia moan, pleasure building up just like Swiss liked it, slow and intoxicating, Copia's lips finding his, sucking on his tongue, biting into it, spit dripping down his chin when it was becoming too much to control himself. He moaned Swiss’ name in short breaks for air, harder, more, and Swiss was pounding into him making whole bed shake, headrest slamming into wall behind it till Copia came, long streaks of cum landing on his chest and Swiss licked them clean shivering with pleasure, still moving in him, squeezing every drop of orgasm out of him.

He gave Copia a moment to come back to himself before pointing towards breakfast. Copia laughed, stretching his muscles. 

“You see, now I'm properly hungry, I will appreciate it more! Also you can be rougher with me, I'm not made of glass, it won't kill me to be violated a little.”

oh you want me to go further you don't have to be anywhere today don't you I can take it further

Swiss wrapped his tongue around Copia softening dick, threat in his eyes and Cardinal yelped. 

“Okay, okay, point taken, maybe not in the morning! Shit, I have a midday mass today, want to help me with the sermon after breakfast? Oh, scones, I love scones!”

I know my silly Cardinal eat up I have to check up with my fierce leader

The Ministry was doing great, at least that much Dew told him before pushing him to the wall of the empty corridor, kissing him with hunger, fire licking bricks behind Swiss. They had few minutes for themselves and Dew was not willing to waste them on talking, instructions about work suddenly forgotten, feeling Copia on Swiss only made him more ravenous, angry somehow, scraping Swiss tongue with his teeth, latching to every drop of ichor with eagerness of a man drying from thirst. When Swiss moaned into the kiss, little things he learned from Dew himself, candles around them burst into flame till the wax all but dripped to the floor. Dew took a step back, licking his lips. 

maybe we should meet up every fifteen minutes Pet there are so much orders I need to give you

that was your idea Firecracker stick to it or maybe we should make it three hours and you can burn the building down when I touch you I would love a bonfire

fuck you I'm not that fucked up

oh really Dew

Swiss brought him closer again, kissing the edge of the mask, biting it lightly, hand caressing the horn, second sliding down Dew’s waist, pressing them tighter together, Dew's body suddenly pliant in his embrace. 

you're so divine I love touching you my Flame I love all of you so much it scares even me all I think about is you all day every second of it my perfect Ember my

There was a wave of heat and quiet whine escaping Dew's lips before he teleported abruptly, almost making Swiss stumble forward, leaving him laughing in the empty corridor among burned down candles. Every hour it is. 

He came back to Copia’s room just as he was finishing his food, looking at his phone as it chimed continuously in his hand.

“I don't know what just happened but Dew is sending a lot of angry emojis in the chat, should I do something or…?”

Swiss put a hand on his shoulder, patting it lightly. His own phone was blowing up, Dew oscillating between private chat and their server. Swiss sent him a gif of two playing otters with ‘us <3’ written at the bottom which brought more emojis, private message from Aeth and rules update for the server. 

there's nothing we can do I tried

“For some reason I sense that whatever is happening has something to do with you. Did you two have a fight? Do I have to organize some marriage counseling for Ghouls? How would that even work, burn one piece of paper for yes, two chairs for no, try not to burn the curtains for maybe?”

Swiss laughed trying to visualise it, Copia making notes as Dew is trying to bite off Swiss’ arm in one go to clearly express the feeling of being pent up and Copia just getting aroused from it. Freud could never. He kissed Copia's head to calm him down a little, taking the phone from his hand and placing it at the table. Then he moved his coffee to the desk, papers nicely stacked, waiting to be written on. Copia rolled his eyes but moved to the chair, picking up the pen, biting on the end of it. 

“What over the top message would the congregation enjoy today… Any suggestions? Thoughts on the matter? Maybe you would like to write one, infernal words for the simple human minds on Earth?”

destroy capitalism talk to others eat your greens walk outside

“Huh, I thought you said destroy capitalism, I'm hearing things now, how would you know what capitalism is, ha! I will tell you one day, it's dire, you would be appalled. Maybe I should write something about taking care of our mortal bodies? You know, touch the grass and that kind of shit. Summer is dying, best moment to enjoy some outside before winter fuck us over. Maybe I should go outside too some more, I'm forgetting what the sun looks like.”

I will feed you handfuls of spinach and plant you in the garden so you can photosynthesize

Copia wrote for the better half of the morning, Swiss looming above his shoulder, pointing sometimes at typos or liking Copia's cheek when the line he wrote was particularly moving. He nodded or tilted his head in disbelief, depending on Copia’s ideas, some of his reactions Copia even took into consideration. Sometimes they had one sided arguments, especially around ‘our Lord Lucifer said…’ because no, They did not – it may sound like they did but that was a self appointed prophet who was drunk most days. Lucifer at best didn't mind. Even more probable was that They would prefer people drinking appropriate amount of water so they won't wither away and as we already talking about this Copia drink your water for fuck sake no more coffee before lunch. 

Every hour Swiss jumped around the Ministry, Dew already stomping impatiently, wrapping himself around Swiss, leg crossed on Swiss’ waist, tongue forcing itself into Swiss’ mouth before he fully materialized. One after another, walls of the Ministry were becoming slightly scorched, the imprint of a hand here, the long pattern of soot going up to the ceiling there. 

Midday mass had more people in it than normally. Copia was mostly excited, a little anxious, breathing a sigh of relief as he saw Swiss blending into the shadows of the chapel. It went well, as beautifully as always when Copia talked to his congregation, not a static, distant figure behind the altar but one of them, walking among the rows with a soft smile on his lips. He smiled a few times directly at Swiss, at darkness hidden in the corners and Swiss answered by winking at him, some kind of warmness spreading through his mind, one he chose to ignore, enjoying the timbre of Copia's voice echoing far towards the high chapel’s ceiling.

They walked around the Ministry after the mass, Copia checking around with people, signing some documents related to the upcoming album and tour, so close on the horizon now as everything was slowly coming together. At some point Copia did a double take, Rain passing them in the hall, quick did you know the Ministry has an unused indoor pool I'm gonna tell Dew before he disappeared into one of the countless corridors. 

“Was that Rain…? Aren't there like two more hours towards rehearsal today? Did I miss my own memo?”

I am choosing to withhold informations here Copia let's say he's off to water his bass or chew on the strings or something

“I fucking hope that you didn't just say chew on the strings, you all already go through them like through wet spaghetti, they don't sell a special version for demon fingers.”

It's okay only Dew chews on strings when he's focused on a game or on this fucking book Lucifer help me

Ghouls were already in the chapel and Copia had to clear his throat for a small crowd peeking through barely open doors to let him in, which caused a pretty adorable raucous. One third of this crowd was there for Copia, flustered now and blushing severely. Swiss recognized two library girls from Dew's fan club, still close to the door trying to take another peek, other people trying to snatch their places. No surprises there, Dew had one Hell of a stage presence, mesmerising to look at, especially paired with his interactions with others. All Ghouls had their fans of course but to some extent Swiss thought that his constant presence around the Ministry may diminish probably already small amount of people swooning over him – musician on stage, even mere backing vocalist, is easier to yearn for than a static figure looking at the random wall without easily explainable reason. 

Nope. Not the case. 

Fuck they had imagination It didn't help that Swiss was right behind Copia who had to stop by to talk to excited fans and he didn’t have any option to move from there. On the other hand Swiss didn't mind, he liked the adoration in their eyes, but he still wasn't sure how he was supposed to interact with a bunch of people who were going through an intense ‘he's so close I'm going to pass out’ experience. He could fuck with them, that's an option, always served him well. He picked a person based a little on their thoughts. A cute punk guy, trying very hard to look extremely cool and unmoved by the situation, pretending very hard that he was dragged here by a friend. Currently he was whispering to said friend about trying too hard, Ghouls won't touch you, they don't interact with people like that. Dissonance between his words and an exceptionally lewd fantasy of Swiss fucking him on every flat surface of the Ministry was so fucking funny, people were so weird. He could work with that, give him a small but meaningful experience of a lifetime. 

Swiss turned his head slowly, accompanied by sharp gasps, and focused, very precisely, on the man in question. He was young, if Swiss guesstimations about age were correct, about twenty two, handsome by human standards, probably with a little fan club of his own. For someone so uninterested he was standing suspiciously close, first row, arms crossed, eyes wandering to Swiss every second. They were looking at each other now, everyone frozen with anticipation around them. And Swiss turned to him fully, maybe two steps between them and tilted his head. 

what's your name

“Did you–? Name–? It's Mary, em, Mary Goore.”

Swiss moved his hand, curious if Mary would recoil, but he didn't, his arms suddenly limp by his sides, so Swiss slowly, deliberately moved a finger down his jaw, under the chin, lifting it slightly up. He could see Adam's apple bobbed as Mary swallowed hard, pupils dilating. Swiss smiled, just a touch of inhuman to it, a little too wide, teeth a little too sharp. Fantasies in Mary's head went wild.

cute

“Swiss stop terrifying people! In, you feral demon!”

pity

Swiss winked at Mary who let out a shaky breath, a smell of arousal so strong it almost made Swiss giggle. After that he politely went inside, Copia ushering him in, jealousy seeping from him because how dare Swiss touch other humans. The crowd behind them erupted in chaos second the doors closed. Swiss laughed at the mayhem he caused, all that ‘I don't care’ leaving Mary in an instant as he tried to hide how hard he was from people around. Swiss observed it for a second until Dew grabbed him by the horn, hard, pushing him on the wall, kissing him full of teeth and spit, scraping his waist with claws almost hard enough to draw ichor.

don't you dare ever do this again what the fuck was that

that was Mary would you believe I have a fan club

yes that fan club is me fucker I'm the only one allowed in it

are you actually jealous I

shut up Pet

He smiled into the kiss and Dew pulled his horn harder. Copia behind them sighed, and it would for sure mean something if he wasn't getting aroused all of a sudden.

“So you are all feral today, huh. Can you two wait for after the rehearsal so I don't have to sing with a tent in my pants?”

oh Copia we can do something about it don't we Dew

Dew flicked his tongue, eyes bright, shifting his attention to Copia, positioning him against unlocked doors, only his weight keeping it from someone suddenly peeking inside. The kiss that came was very human, teasing with its sweetness. Swiss took care of the rest of Copia while Dew drinked up quiet sounds Copia desperately tried to choke down. He slowly unbuttoned the lower part of the cassock, his tongue leisurely moving down Copia's neck. That cassock looked very nice, fun for one person's job, but it really got in the way with two and little magic to keep it back was really necessary to make it easier. Copia's breath catched in his throat as both Swiss and Dew kneeled before him, pressed to each other sides, belt unbuckling on its own as they kissed just before Copia, getting lost in it for a second. Copia took a quick glance at the door, aware of people just behind them, his voice barely a whisper. 

“Fuck, really, two of you at the same time? Is it my birthday or something? Have I been an exceptionally good Satanist today?” 

Copia was already hard by the time Swiss let his pants fall to the floor. He braced himself, grabbing one horn with every hand, one of Dew and one of Swiss, whose tongue was sliding up Copia's thigh, hand grazing the edge of Dew's mask, so close to Copia's cock, moving Dew's lips towards it. 

Dew took the invitation to have the first taste, liking the tip, going down the length, kissing and tasting with half closed eyes and hand around Swiss waist. His tongue wrapped around the head, wet and slick, before he let it sink between his lips. Copia sigh with pleasure not able to contain it, a beautiful low sound that made Dew tremble against Swiss’ side. Swiss looked for a moment, just enjoying Dew moving his head, spit already running down Dew's chin and Swiss focused on that, drinking it up, kissing Dew's face, hand on his back. Dew opened his mouth wider and Swiss sneaked his tongue inside, coiling it around Copia, down to the base, little tighter than it should, flicking Dew's tongue while at it, tasting them both, almost vibrating with joy, sweetness, saltiness and smokiness working perfectly together. Copia didn't mind the tightness, but he bit his lips, trying to muffle another moan, his grip on horns becoming stronger. 

Dew let go of Copia, a string of spit between his cock and Dew’s lips and Swiss felt a jolt of pleasure going through his whole form. They kissed again, longer than they should, nails digging into Dew's back, making it arch a little and Copia whined above them, not sure if he wanted more attention or to look at them longer.

“So beautiful for me my demons… Swiss open those jaws for me, tesoro.”

Swiss took pity on him, letting Copia force his way between his lips, fuck into his mouth with rising need, Dew moving lower, Swiss’ spit drooling on his tongue. Copia was already close, few forceful thrusts was all he needed, spilling into Swiss’ mouth with muffled scream, letting Swiss suck him through the orgasm till the last drop, till his body became oversensitive and his knees went weak, only his hold on Ghouls horns keeping him standing. Swiss licked his lips, cum heavy with pleasure on his tongue and he moved more towards Dew, both hands on his face, Dew dizzy, his whole body leaning towards Swiss touch.

open wide love

Dew rolled his tongue out letting Swiss spit into his mouth before going for another kiss, cum sinking into them as they rubbed against each other trying to be even closer and Copia cursed under his breath, stroking slowly their masks. Swiss chuckled as Dew's grip on him got tighter with every passing second, as he grew as tense as his guitar strings, tiny needy sounds escaping him, straight into the kiss.

can't imagine how much you're restraining yourself now Ember

shut up shut up shut up can you fuck please just fuck Pet please 

Swiss smiled at Copia, just to calm him a little. They didn't do a lot of purely infernal activities right in front of him, as he tended to freak out a little bit at the sight of them. Copia frowned but didn't have the time to ask questions. Swiss held Dew closer, nudging his neck, before he bit into Dew's shoulder slowly and tenderly, ripping a big chunk of it off with a wet, delicious sound that he loved so much. Dew almost melted, tension releasing from his body with the touch of Swiss’ sharp teeth, with Swiss’ tongue forcing its way into the wound, spit and ichor and adoration. Swiss was tense too, fingers pushing into Dew's wet mouth just to be torn off with a deep sigh of pleasure on his side. Copia covered his mouth before he screamed.

“Fuck, could you warn me at least?! I don't mind, it's quite hot… who am I trying to– it's very, very hot, just send me a quick mental message so I brace myself.”

sorry Copia it was quite urgent

“Also how are you both supposed to play, we have a fucking rehearsal right about now.”

Dew sent him a look, unamused. He wanted to enjoy it a little longer, Swiss nuzzling into the wound, but he moved his shoulder a bit, the hole in him healing up in seconds, even the pool of ichor disappeared from the floor. He did not let go of Swiss’ hand, tongue sliding between intact fingers with obscene sound and Swiss almost whimpered, before pulling a little. It did nothing. Dew growled, his hands on Swiss waist gripped him harder. Swiss knew that look, Dew was famished and he needed his current favorite meal right the fuck now.

I need this hand Firecracker

“Dew, he needs his hand.”

Aether sighed heavily, probably already having a migraine dealing with his personal collection of idiots, shared pleasure and hunger only making him less patient with Dew's behavior. He picked Dew up with ease, claws almost cutting Swiss in half as Dew tossed in Aeth grip, spitting swears and curses sounding like hissing fire, eyes burning into Swiss with need. 

Swiss was normal about it. He really didn’t have a deep-seated need to throw Dew on the altar and make him sob with pleasure for the next hour or four. Aether sent him a look over the shoulder – can you stuck that fantasy into your ass for now – and let go of Dew only in front of the guitar stand, standing near him with crossed arms and posture demanding obedience. Swiss stood up, made sure that Copia looked presentable. He also took a longer route to his mike, just to not walk past Dew, as Ghoul was looking at him with something feral in his eyes, even despite Aeth shoving him towards his guitar. That was something to explore in the night, they had some songs to play and everyone was already a little high, it could only go great from here. 

Swiss unlocked the doors he was desperately holding close, he wasn’t risking it opening, and the rehearsal started, people not shy about sneaking a look. They already waited enough, how long can setting up take. Swiss almost forgot to bring his fingers back before anyone noticed.

—**—

Swiss walked out from Copia's room well past midnight, his whole body still smelling like Copia, dripping in Copia's pleasure. To be honest they mostly talked – Cardinal went through a memory lane, something in a movie they were watching, a name or a place, triggered him enough to jump from the bed and rummage through photo albums. Copia was a fantastic story teller, very vivid with the pictures he was painting with his words. It was easy to pick bits and pieces and put them in the room with them – cool spring breeze, sound of ocean outside the window as it hit limestone cliffs, washing over the rocks, turning to foam, feeling of sand beneath the feet, still warm after the hot day. Little things that made Copia happy, eyes closed as he listened to the water, sitting beside Swiss, hand on his hand. 

“I will take you there one day. I know you can just teleport but I would… It would be nice to just be there together. I mean you would actually decompose during a car ride with me, I tend to sing along to old Italian songs and somehow, you may not believe it, for a band singer I really suck.”

Swiss tilted his head. He could believe it, Copia's Italian was atrocious. Copia took his move as a sign of confusion and laughed. 

“No, I really do, and you would be bored, just the two of us in the car… You never were in the car before. Hope you don't have car sickness, tour rides tend to get long.”

I'm a demon Copia and I have pack memories I can sort of guess what car feels like

“Shit, I'm forgetting about you being a demon, which is hilarious, there's a starry sky above us, I'm pretty sure none of my past hook-ups could whisk that up from their sleeve.”

It stinged a little, the thought of that, of Copia's past lovers. Of course they had to exist, Copia mentioned them from time to time but wherever they were now they were not here. Swiss was here. Would he count as a ‘current hook-up’ if he was not willing for this to end at any point? There was eternity ahead of all of them. Swiss saw himself in Copia's eternity, he didn't question that. Maybe Copia didn't see him in it? He didn't have an opportunity to dwell on that as Copia catched up to his own words, deep blush spreading through his face as he fumbled with words that were so easy to him not long ago. 

“No, no, I didn't mean it like that! We are– I mean you are not a hook-up, you are– we are more, right? I mean pack, all the Ghouls, of course, I mean mostly band Ghouls, I don't– you all are not hook-ups, you are not my hook-up, you are– Fuck, I lost my train of thoughts. I just mean I see you all more like… I don't have a word for it. My friends with benefits? Is that something or–”

Swiss shut him up with a kiss and Copia took it with gratitude, melting in Swiss’ hands. The ocean outside murmured while the kiss grew more demanding and that's how, well past midnight, Swiss found himself wandering the Ministry hallways. He needed a second to think before he could jump back into Pit, and the silence of the sleeping building brought him peace. 

He feared those soft moments with Copia. He understood to some extent carnal needs, sex for humans, devouring for infernals, but those times in between were fucking him up. It started when he wasn't even part of the pack, when their feelings for Copia weren't influencing him as much and now, whenever the moment became too heavy with something he couldn't place he would just go for the familiar, go on his knees, bend Copia in half and transform that need into one he could deal with. 

It was getting difficult. He had his head full of Dew, one relationship he could at least pretend was easy and established for him and it was making him dizzy whenever Copia sneaked in this mess of thoughts causing rampage in his Ghouls equivalent of a heart. 

He needed a distraction. He took his normal route, not going anywhere in particular, avoiding first floor like a plague and only stopped in motion when he heard barely audible whisper of his name coming from one of the rooms. He shouldn't. He knew what he would find, shiteating grin already on his face. He did take a peek anyway, finding exactly what he thought he would – Mary sprawled on his bed, dick in his hand, incoherent fantasy loud in his head. He watched for a minute, back against the door, not worried about being caught, Mary was too busy visualizing things to even think about opening his eyes. Swiss did the most hilarious thing he could come up with without just straight up letting him know of his presence and slightly corrected his fantasy. Tongue a little longer, two, three of them, touch not restricted by number of hands, little tweaks to sound he would actually make, hellfire instead of glamour of human eyes. Mary gasped at his own thoughts morphing before his closed eyes, pleasure building in him much faster now and Swiss sneaked out of the room with the muffled cries of Mary's orgasm. Harmless fun. 

Everyone was busy in the Pit when he walked in, some Ghouls popping in and out, checking things in the Ministry in rotation. Some were done for the night, mostly Earth Ghouls who could move from outside plants to more interesting inside plants, their lush garden now taking two rooms and a chunk of the main space. Dew and Aether were in the nest, busy with each other which was great, Dew acted like a brat the whole rehearsal and Aeth was a fantastic tamer, way more strict and way more experienced with handling Dew like that, Swiss folded like wet tissue whenever Dew looked at him. Separate from that he did come to the conclusion that he maybe should give Dew detox therapy, both of them wanting it or not. Being fuck ups alone was one thing, doing that in front of Copia was another. Sure, Copia didn't mind but one day that ichor would drip on him and they all would have a fucking problem. He considered for a second what to do with the night before Rain chucked a second pad at him and Swiss gladly joined him on the couch, Cirrus sitting next to them a moment later. 

what's the plan pumpkins

so I bought a new game

with what fucking money

Swiss accept infernal blessing that Rain brings to this Pit and shut

thank you finally so the game is called overcooked

Two hours in they were all at each other's throats, fighting loud enough that other Ghouls were afraid to step in, the probability of becoming collateral damage was constantly growing. Cirrus was currently throwing hail the size of tennis balls towards Swiss head, Swiss just growling, trying to avoid them. Rain was silent, sure, but mostly because he was intensely chewing on his own tail. 

can you catch that Swiss can you because you for sure can't catch a fucking tomato

why would you even throw a tomato at me Rain's one chopping those fuckers I'm trying to not burn shit

then why there's a fucking fire

They were overall doing good, for now every stage ended with three stars and a nod at the silent suggestion of starting another. They did need a break after that last though. They got one star and the accusations were flying left and right. Dew and Aether, who were up to this moment teeth deep into each other, joined them on the couch, right next to Swiss and Swiss moved towards Rain, Dew frowning, full of disbelief. They unfortunately catched a very small window of loaded silence but did not catch a panicked look that Cumulus tried to send them. 

so what are you

stop fucking looking at me like that you wanted to do the boards in this one Rain told you it's a bad idea

because I didn't know you had an aim of a blind chicken fucking how Swiss you have so many fucking eyes

can you both shut up you both suck

you wet fucker you were flailing around the kitchen for best portion of this

I think we should stay out of this Dew

There was another moment of silence, three of them just looking at each other, air around them tense, before Cirrus stood up, throwing her pad on the couch, her tail snapping like a whip, before she pointed at both Swiss and Rain, still eyeing her from the couch.

both of you nest now

Swiss heard Dew moving, clearly unhappy about the sudden development, but he couldn't do much as three of them teleported straight into the nest. There weren't a lot of times where Dew didn't participate in Swiss related activities and Swiss was somewhat happy to have the taste of the rest of the pack, especially now as they were all buzzing with post gaming anger. 

Cirrus grabbed him by the horn the very second they appeared, tail smacking his side, leaving a wide gash as she kissed Rain, sharp fangs piercing his tongue, one movement slashing it in half. Swiss couldn't of course let two of them have all the fun, tip of his tail piercing her hand, lifting it to his lips so he could lick the ichor running down her wrist, almost a romantic gesture, even when his tail moved down, sharp and precise, tearing through the length of her arm, following the path he made with his tongue. 

Rain rolled his eyes, grabbing Swiss by the jaw, tongue still hanging out, his hand sliding into Swiss’ mouth pushing downwards, teeth piercing deep into the fingers till he ripped the jaw off, quite happy afterwards as he moved Swiss's head to a better position, letting ichor just flow into his mouth. Cirrus laughed, happily partaking in drenching herself with excessively leaking Swiss, hand sliding into the gash she made before, slowly making it bigger. Well, he couldn't bite, he had to get creative. 

Rain noticed the chain a little too late, piercing into his throat, sinking deeper into him, splitting into hundreds smaller ones, shooting from his body in an interacted pattern and wrapping back around him. Rain looked at him with question in his eyes and quickly remembered something, right before the chains went blazing, filling the Pit with hot steam. He didn't even notice when Cirrus moved behind him, ice covering his tail as she snapped her teeth at it, letting it break and shatter. He looked at her with disbelief mixed with pure joy, that was fucking new, her ruined hand gathered some of his ichor and she licked her fingers, smiling at him. His tongue wrapped around her throat and moved into her mouth, tasting himself as she bit it. Rain hung on Swiss’ shoulder, looking at the pieces of tail engulfed in ice, he was still steaming slightly, his whole body oozing ichor straight onto Swiss’ side. 

make back the same one I liked it

shit I didn't thought about it yeah make the same one

huh maybe I won't remake any be original

no come on Dew would kill me 

hey what about my preferences maybe I leave the jaw off too

you care not for the wellbeing of those around you do you fucker if you don't remade that jaw I'm gonna hide in that pool I found so Dew won't catch me

He did remade the jaw, Rain kissing him so wet and perfect the moment he did, Cirrus showing his head out of the way to get her portion of kisses. He bit her tongue, it was only fair. 

It was about an hour until first light of the new day when they crawled out of the nest, Swiss stretching his newly remade tail, trying to hit Rain with it, arm around Cirrus. Their conversation somehow moved to comparing angels from Cumulus memories circulating in Elemental to what Swiss knew about them and she was thoroughly enjoying Swiss little tangent about Michael. 

I don't know where this image is coming from sure he's a dick but even in that he was unimpressive

not your circle of friends

not my league even we used to make fun of archangels and that whole battling Satan is hilarious I don't think Lucifer could pin point him in a room full of angels

Cirrus suddenly froze next to his side, smiled nervously and with a quick good luck disappeared in the thin air. Rain was backing away slowly when Swiss looked at him and Swiss didn't even have to check who just materialized on the couch backrest few meters before him. Swiss tried to remember about his brilliant plan of practicing some forceful space management with Dew so he just smiled, set on passing the couch, long sure steps, eyes on the prize, which currently was just the opposing wall, he would figure out shit from there, maybe make some abstract paintings in the corner. He didn't walk far, about a step beyond the couch, when Dew's tail wrapped tightly around his and yanked him back. 

the fuck you think you're going

just on a stroll around the Pit heard it's really pretty this time of year

Pet when I say every every hour I mean every hour don't test my fucking patience

I was with Copia I'm not suppose to split and when I came back you were busy and then I was busy with

with Cirrus and Rain I know I noticed I will have a talk with them later don't worry

Dew for fuck sake

Dew hooked his legs around Swiss’ waist bringing him closer and Swiss almost melted at the spot. He should really talk with Aether how to get at least partially immune to this fucker, it was becoming funny at this point. He tried now, being immune that is, putting hands on Dew's shoulders, not automatically leaning for a kiss he ached for. Dew frowned, tail getting tighter, legs around Swiss like a vice.

what you got full on others and don't need me

oh you think it's a possibility should I explore some more

He thought that teasing Dew would bring the typical brat out of him but Dew went white hot, anxious, his eyes scanning the Pit above Swiss, ready for a fight. That was a… reaction. Swiss loved Dew’s possessiveness, he craved it even, but Elementals never were monogamous, pack shared their pleasures, fuck, Dew was mated with Aether. It wasn't that outlandish for Swiss to nest with other pack members, to spend time with them. Jokes aside, Swiss knew he belonged to Dew, Dew made it clear to anyone, but he was also part of the pack and part of pack life was being, well, a pack. Together. But whatever he was doing he always wanted Dew, more of Dew, but he was insane, his love was insane. What he feared was that Dew shared his insanity. That he was the only thing in Dew's mind and he dreaded that, loved that, felt guilty about wanting that to be true. It felt too good to be true. 

Swiss thought about Copia. Thought about Lucifer, about Their forever looming influence. Was it all just that, Lucifer somehow fucking everything by extend, Their son and now Their Elementals, pushing them towards other angel? It couldn’t, Lucifer wasn’t cruel like that. All infernal had free will, that was Their fucking mission while making Hell, so it wasn’t that. It still didn't matter, not right now. He grabbed Dew’s chin, guiding his focus back to him.

hey look at me for a second

now you want my attention I will give it to you just need to

Dew I'm yours

you better be fucker or

Dew I mean it I'm yours

Dew's eyes went softer, nervous energy slowly leaving his body, flames picking back oranges and reds. Swiss kissed him softly, just their lips brushing and yet Dew trembled like he waited for that kiss for hours on end. Swiss for sure waited. Every minute apart he waited to touch him. It felt correct. It felt like too much. He wanted all of it. 

wanna watch a movie and cuddle on a couch I know it's almost morning but I think

I'm choosing Pet and no talking during

hey you're the one that has to comment every stupid shit on the screen

I can I was talking about you

The movie was mediocre but holding Dew, hot and perfect, trying to be closer, their limbs entangled, for a moment felt like he was back at the beginning of heaven existence. Calm. Tranquil. Singular purpose in his mind. Just Dew and the smell of burning leaves around him.

—**—

The month passed in relative calmness, even though Swiss felt like he was dissociating through most of it. Everything was good, but some fear was stalking him, hiding just around the corner. Copia was getting more anxious every day, no matter how much time pack spent with him, no matter how many nights Dew and Aether cuddled with him till the morning light creeped through the window, no matter all the breakfasts, flowers, blow jobs and ceilings painted with stars Swiss could provide. Copia was anxious, Dew was incongruous and Swiss was getting paranoid and there was no reason for any of it. 

It was the middle of the night and Swiss was alone – just him, roof of the Ministry and distant sounds of life. The sky was covered in dark, heavy clouds, the wind brought the smell of rain from some place far away – warm, dump scent sitting heavy on Swiss’ tongue. Was he hiding? Maybe. He was covering his presence heavily. He needed that stillness, that silence of being alone, just for a moment. He didn’t drown in it anymore, he knew he had his pack waiting for him, but being alone still called to him from time to time, especially when he needed to focus. 

He felt like he was failing at something, possibilities of different outcomes with Copia were swirling in his mind, all the timelines he could see were fading and morphing, leaving a lot of those he could barely accept, a few he truly hated. Copia was nowhere close to coming to his powers, he was as uneasy as ever and Swiss did everything he could, everything his free will would allow him to push Copia in the right direction. Now every direction seemed wrong and other problems appeared. 

He liked Copia. He didn't care what he was, didn't care about Lucifer in him anymore, he only cared about him coming to his powers so he wouldn't lose him because of something he couldn't stop. He grew to like him, a human being with his human soul, and every moment, every movie, every quiet piano session, every joke and every smile were forcing him into something he couldn't accept. When did it happen? He was so careful. He was aware from the beginning that every feeling coming from Copia was tainted, that his feelings for an angel would never be out of his own desire, so why did Swiss decide to delude himself now? 

Fog was settling over the forest, sky just above it burned with the first orange hues of waking sun. Did he spend the whole night here? That was fantastic, hours wasted buried in his own mind, zero answers, more questions. He jumped from the roof, feet softly meeting the ground beneath him. He passed an extremely confused gardener and walked back into the Ministry – he knew what was coming his way the moment he walked through the door, the whole building feeling hotter than it should. Copia was probably drowning in the pool of his own sweat, Dew and Aether stayed the night with him if he wasn't mistaken. He popped into the Pit, found Delta in the nest and joined him without a second thought. 

how's the night anything interesting 

not really Dew appeared for a second asked if I saw you 

yeah I ditched the cuddling session after again I'm so fucking restless

are you worried about something

don't know at this point maybe I'm just getting more crazy the more peaceful it gets

Delta pressed closer to his side and Swiss slid under his arm to hug him better. It happened a few times already this month, Swiss too wired up to deal with any emotions, all of them like an irritating screech behind his eyes. Settling next to Delta, some video playing on his phone, it was a good way to bring him back from whatever grueling mental gymnastic trip he was on. He would love to stop worrying about everything for a second. About half an hour later Aether appeared in the Pit. He looked surprised at Swiss, but that didn't stop him from joining them in the nest, chest firmly pressed against Swiss’ back, hand slowly stroking his arm. 

how mad is Dew

immensely like always

I don't want him mad I just don't want to be fucking unstable around him

he doesn't give a fuck about it 

but I do I rub off on him you don't need an unstable leader right now he thinks clearer when I'm spiraling alone

oh yeah sure I feel super collected when he's puffing smoke like an old factory you both need to talk

we talk a lot Aeth

not fucking love confessions you need to talk about what is so messed up about both of you he's not going to freak out and ditch you 

you don't know that

Aether moved him slightly and Delta let Swiss change position, but not enough for him to not lie comfortably on his arm. It was a good option, grounding him a little. Aether kissed his hand and nuzzled into it as Swiss gently touched his cheek. 

I told you this before you are very easy to love same as Dew but you are both so fucking complicated

well I'm a fucking angel we don't run on smooth programming

I'm not talking about that you're both so full of pointless insecurities it's going to blow in your faces one day if you don't address it

that's the point what fucking insecurities he's perfect he's perfect overall and perfect for me I'm the fucked up one

and he would say the same about you and the same about himself he's been through some vile shit Swiss that rite never left him and the rebellion never left you

okay but

I know he's perfect and I know you are perfect and it's not our mating talking before you shut me down but you both feel like you're not enough it's gonna come up sooner or later either you talk about it now or it will show itself in the worst moment

did you talk about it with him yet

nah I decided to go for the more sane option right now

They both laugh at the absurdity of it. Swiss thought that sharing some of the horrors of leaving heaven with Dew would be enough of explaining but wasn't that just the tip of the iceberg. That was a distant memory, what he became because of that was important. His reasons, his image of himself. No matter how much he tried to ignore it, it was weighing on everything he did. Apparently it was similar to Dew. A somewhat perfect image of each other they built up and that they both needed to shatter. 

He kissed both Delta and Aether, both kisses welcomed, both full of love, and he left, stepping into Copia's room. Cardinal was still asleep, Dew half lying on the bed next to him, quietly scrolling through his phone, he didn't even look up. It was so hot inside. Swiss opened the window but it barely helped. He sat on the bed next to Dew and Dew started to smoke, before trying to disperse it, fanning air around him with his hand.

I'm sorry

Dew was still silent but didn't move away. His eyes were glued to the screen, he was scrolling faster now, Swiss wouldn't be surprised if there was nothing on the screen in front of him. He considered touching Dew, putting hand on his hand but decided against it. He knew now that they needed to talk, but it didn't feel like a correct moment. Hell, he feared that conversation. Right now he just wanted Dew to forgive him for being difficult, again. 

can I do something that will make you less angry at me

yeah you can fuck off for the start

if that what it takes then I will Ember

He got up, ready to wait however long for Dew to approach him but he didn't even move before Dew catched his hand in tight grasp. 

no fuck stay I didn't

no fucking off then

yeah no fucking off

Swiss sat back on the bed, waiting for Dew to gather his thoughts, his hand still in Dew's hand. He moved his fingers slightly, just softly caressing the back of Dew's hand. 

are you avoiding me

He didn't. Worse really, he was so inside his head that he didn't even think about how his random disappearances could be seen by Dew. He was sure he was doing them all a service, just stressing about stuff by himself. Aeth was right, something was deeply wrong about him. 

no Dew I'm just thinking about shit too much don't want to bother you with all of that

is it easier for you to think alone or something I know we mostly I mean I know I'm constantly hungry for you but it doesn't mean you can't share stuff with me

and make both of us anxious for no reason

fuck Swiss I would rather be anxious with you than listen did I do something wrong you go through stuff but you don't even try talking to me you just fuck off

you have whole pack of Ghouls roaming around the Ministry on your shoulders it seemed unfair I don't know I want to help not be another thing you need to worry about

Pet when you're not with me you're the only thing I'm worrying about anyway I can't read your fucking thoughts to be sure you're okay

I'm an angel Dew there's nothing

for fuck sake I don't care about that you could be a fucking seraph sucking Lucifer off in free time I would still worry you're part of my pack Swiss you may be an angel but you're my angel

my my what a blasphemy and in this unholy Lucifer's Church no less be careful or I swing by and tell Them about your dirty mouth

can't punish me yourself afraid I will bite you too hard Pet

I'm more into carrot than stick

Dew changed position slightly and Swiss straddled his lap, delighted, Dew's hands comfortably on his hips. It was so comfy, he wasn't doing it often enough. Dew nodded towards Copia, sleeping next to them, blissfully unaware of them and Swiss smiled, putting finger on Dew's lips before kissing him, hand resting on the nape of his neck, just below the edge of the mask. It was so human, soft and sweet, their lips brushing against each other, building into more, slowly, without rushing and it felt so good. 

we could stretch this in time forever you know

you will get bored of it Ember and time may not appreciate stretching it that much

I can't get bored of you Pet I can only grow more hungry

can you is there no limit

apparently not when it comes to you

They should talk but this felt so much easier. Dancing around important things, drinking those little noises that were escaping them so freely now, little moans, little breathless sighs they couldn't stop now. How much better that felt than facing some unspoken doubts. They loved each other, needed each other, wasn't this supposed to be enough? It wasn't complicated for any infernals in Hell, why does it have to be for them? 

Haven't they both suffered enough? 

Copia stirred next to them then opened his eyes and blinked a few times, rapidly. Dew tilted his head and Swiss pouted, biting lightly his lower lip before looking at Copia. 

“No, no, by all means, continue, that's one Hell of an image to wake up to. If you prefer I can pretend I'm still sleeping, I'm just that rare case of sleeping with open eyes, you know?”

Swiss laughed and flickered Copia's nose with his tongue. Dew's grip on his hips became tighter. 

“Is this what you Ghouls do all night when I'm sleeping? I mean I know it's not all, I once woke up at, I think three in the morning? and Aeth was playing some version of candy crush, poorly if I remember correctly, I had to half asleep finish level for him.”

that could've been a dream Copia you have vivid imagination

“Sure, chuck it on my imagination, like that time you brought me dead chicken, brought it to life and let it cluck in the tree for a week, just to pretend it didn't happen after.”

it didn't Copia that was also a dream just a long one

“A dream at four in the afternoon?! You're an awful liar, tesoro, good that you're handsome. When we finally do that grand heist and steal crown jewels I'm the one talking with the police.”

Swiss rolled his eyes, they were watching too many movies recently, and they only changed to heist ones after Copia stopped every three scenes while watching ‘Ben-hur’ to go on a little movie history tangent. Dew got hotter under him, restless, and Swiss looked at him, smiling wide.

want me to steal you away and lock you in a tower with me

I thought stealing shit is to get it out of locked towers

nah I would steal you and lock us both somewhere for eternity and we would eat people trying to rescue that beautiful fire jewel tormented by shadow demon

okay stop going through children section in the library or I swear to Lucifer I will lock you somewhere in the basement

say what you will but you are smiling you like my idea 

There was this faint feeling in Swiss that he was balancing on a very thin line between two somethings but he wasn't sure what those somethings were, didn’t know how to find out either. But he had a hunch, that if he maybe would stop in some way and really look, the realization would hit him in the face, so obvious and so unexpected at the same time. His eyes followed Copia's movements, him scrambling out of bed, looking through the calendar on his phone, his little grazie when someone brought him his breakfast. His lips followed Dew's kisses, demanding bites on his jaw, tongue sliding into his mouth forked and hot, so skilled at drawing him crazy. His attention split, such a normal thing for him, but somehow he felt guilty. He was answering Copia, pestering him about warmer clothes if he wanted to go for a walk; he was joking with Dew about Ghouls trying to do their jobs while people fantasize all sorts of lewd things around them. Copia's eyes eating him alive, Dew's hands wandering up and down his chest, hum of pleasure in Dew's mind. 

The day was so normal after that, painfully ordinary, wonderfully bland, one of those Swiss liked the best. Idyllic routines, hungry kisses stolen in empty hallways – spit, arousal, smoke, and burned leaves in the air. He didn't have to think today, didn't have to consider stuff, to rotate thoughts in his head till his mind was spinning itself. He could pretend, for a moment, that this was equilibrium that would last for days to come. That he could stretch this moment in time forever. 

Evening came and Copia entered his room with a purpose in his mind, happy to see his three favourite Ghouls already inside. 

Copia had an idea, or more precisely, he had a want, one he desperately hoped to fulfill. He was circling the subject, they were already on a second lap around it. For now, sitting on the couch around Copia, they mostly nodded. Yes, they understand that sex is complicated, but they sort of grew accustomed to it. Yes, Copia did taste different – pain, pleasure, before coming, after coming, sweeter when they were teasing him, spicier when they were fucking him restlessly into the bed. Aether looked at Swiss like he had some answers.

is this going somewhere

Swiss shrugged. With Copia? Their guesses were as good as his. Copia catched himself on his babbling and, once again, tried from the beginning. 

“Uhm, you know, sometimes when you play with me and I cannot go anymore and ask you to stop, there are some, uhm, thoughts and feelings of mine you are getting that tell you otherwise?”

Oh? That finally piqued everyone's interest. He moved closer to Copia, arm around his shoulders, Dew looking at him just above Copia's head and Swiss felt a tiny lick on his fingers. 

not fair focus fucker

Copia wanted them to be rough with him. He stumbled around explanation, like Ghouls, not like Ghouls and of course they can't treat him like they treated one another, lots of teeth involved, lots of torn pieces and lots of ichor but they also weren't rough with each other, not in their understanding. Copia may not see it like that, very human of him, but what he perceived as them being ‘brutal’, ‘cruel’ even was in fact very adoring. Tender. Sweet sometimes. It all came back to the forest after the fight. For him pain was like spice, an addition, modification that could be applied, that Ghouls chose to add. For Elementals that pain was the same as touch, the same as kiss, there was no difference, it didn't bring destruction or ‘hurt’ as Copia saw it, it brought love. They only ever experienced that kind of sensation. Among them just three beings tasted different pain. Delta, Dewdrop and Swiss. Pain, not seen as pleasure, but as agony. Fuck, they really needed to talk. 

Later. It could wait. It could for sure wait. 

Suddenly there was a phone in Copia's hand, his finger hovering over the play button like he had to psych himself up before showing this to his Ghouls. He did start it, finally, and fuck, humans were weird. Swiss watched as the situation in the video developed, okay, some blowjob, a little deeper than felt comfortable normally for humans, more force than they all used on Copia, still nowhere near what he would consider ‘rough’ even by human standards. They already draw blood from Copia during, he couldn't imagine that to be a casual addition with human/human sex, but fuck knows. Dew stopped the video and pointed at the close up in question. Swiss frowned. 

hey okay that looks different right

Aether looked above his shoulder, studying the screen, agreeing with him. Well of course it looked different, it was…

“That’s just pussy. I mean, there is nothing ‘just’ about pussy in general, there are truly infernal miracles…”

Copia continued and Swiss looked at his fellow Ghouls in disbelief. Dew catched his eyes and shrugged defensively. They saw Copia naked. They saw how he looked, what parts he had. They saw other people walking around, had to see differences even when clothed. They saw children for fuck sake. When Swiss appeared, and they first undressed Copia Swiss was behind with terminology, for sure behind on the usage of it, but it wasn't difficult to catch up, to sort of remember that humans were just complicated animals, on bare essentials they worked like fucking squirrels. One of those two options – he knew there were more, he read a fucking book about it – had to have better physical properties to produce a child. They knew Copia had a ‘mother’, however that term didn't work with the Witch. What did they think mother did? Where did they think Copia came from, thin air?! 

He decided to leave talking to Copia and just observed, with growing amusement, Dew and Aether going through five stages of grief – shock edition. He wanted to do some additions to “and woman menstruate for three days” part, because it's three to seven and with variation of symptoms, Copia needed to read a more modern book about it, but he stopped himself. Basics were correct, maybe it was a good call to spare Ghouls some details. The more Copia talked, and it took a while, the more frantic were chat messages, server flooded with question marks. They even started to copy-paste words to show their shock better so Copia would understand too. Swiss was enjoying it too much, his little ‘fucking insane’ saw by Copia as shock not his disbelief that whole pack was so fucking behind, it's been months. He would give them reading materials when they came back to the Pit, they could have been whipping Copia with Swiss’ chains by now. 

And then Copia moved swiftly to the death subject and Swiss’ mood was soured. 

“And we live on average, like, 80 years? Something like that. And then we die and I hope that when I die I will go to Hell and see you guys there some day, after you are done with this whole Papa business.”

nuh-uh you are not dying you going to stay here you dingus

“What do you mean by ‘nuh-uh’? You think we won’t see each other in Hell?”

for fuck sake Copia you're staying here with us you dying is not an available option if I have a say in that

Swiss grabbed his hand, his delicate human hand and put it on his chest. He felt Lucifer's light rejoicing as always when he touched Copia. He felt it shining brighter. Copia has to feel it too. He has to feel that he isn't just…

“Swiss. I will die. People are mortal. All humans die. I am human, ergo I will die.”

Why was he so fucking calm about it?! Swiss couldn't tell him shit about his dual nature, about him being Lucifer's son, but Copia could fucking trust him a little, Swiss needed for him to trust his fucking words.

is nuh-uh not clear enough for you I know you can hear it

“Swiss…”

NUH-UH FOCUS COPIA

Copia looked tired. There was sadness in his eyes, wrinkles on his face seemed deeper. He excused himself, went to bed but Ghouls stayed on the couch, Swiss stayed on the couch, biting his own tongue to stay calm. There were still too many timelines where Copia died. Minuscule amount of timelines when he dies sacrificing his soul, no Hell for him, nothing of him left to descend to Hell. Swiss could accept him dying one day, he would follow him to Hell, he would take all of them back to Hell, they can maybe figure it out, but there was still a lingering possibility, small but loud, of this not happening, and if there was a possibility then he would prefer Copia not dying at all. Plus if he would die now, all of a sudden, piano falling on his head, how would Swiss even face it? When Copia's feelings for him disappear, when he sees Swiss for what he really is before he has a chance to tell him that himself? Would Dew want Swiss in Hell? There was no glamour there, no anonymity for what Swiss was. He couldn’t take them to Eight Circle, certainly not to Frozen Lake, not sure if he was welcomed there or not, if he would be welcomed after letting Lucifer's son die before becoming what he was supposed to be. He needed Copia to live. He would bend all of their free will if he had to.

While Swiss was trying to remain calm Dew and Aether were digesting new information, poorly at that, and Swiss decided to descend into that madness, not into one in his mind. 

so where are you at 

did you know about all of that you fucker

no why would I we don't have a maternity ward in hospital wing of the Ministry or something how would I know

and you didn't think of sharing with us

you drink my ichor you leaches not my fault you have some selective memory absorption disease

you never said to pay attention to those

also didn't say to pay attention to memories about the way I like my horns to be played with and yet you always know to bite the tip

back to the Pit all of us I'm going to bite that fucking tip off

hey hey a minute do you have any questions or not

you can answer them there my phone is still vibrating everyone apparently have a question

They did jump back to the Pit, of course. Copia went to sleep, Ministry was running smoother and Ghouls circled Swiss like vultures before he even got the chance to take off his mask. He was considering not doing that, Dew really did look like he was ready to bite off his horn. Swiss wasn't ready to give lessons on humans, he had some knowledge, he didn't design those fucked up bodies, he read a book. Fortunately most questions were basic, they breeze through those, Wikipedia pages and all. Dew was pondering something and decided that Swiss somehow had to have an answer to that too. 

does sex feel the same for both options

as I said more than two options and how the fuck would I know Dew

don't know you know other things 

you know what I'm gonna go find a willing fan and check out will report to you swiftly

NO YOU WILL FUCKING NOT 

That was an intense reaction. Swiss was joking of course, he wasn't particularly interested in human sex, other Ghouls were at least having a dinner, he had more of a ‘what a complex taste’ experience, at least in the strictly soul related category. Copia was enough, he wasn't seeking more. He could, he saw Mary a few times stalking him from around the corner, but, again, he wasn't particularly interested.

not find or not report

both neither you will not touch anyone other than me

Swiss needed to change the subject. Quickly. Dew’s recent bursts of jealousy were slowly becoming more and more exclusionary. Me, Ghouls and Copia changed to me, Aether and Copia, then me and Copia and now there was just Dew. If only Swiss didn't shiver with pleasure hearing that, fuck-up he was. Satan, he loved it. Overall, if not for circumstances, he really would make a fantastic Pit pet for Dew, kept in the room, chain bounding him in place, just waiting for him, begging to be torn open, thanking him for every drop of ichor… Dew was looking at him with need hot enough to burn the world. He might have thought too loud about it. At least that definitely changed the subject. He looked at Ghouls with something akin to desperation. 

pick a subject any subject I can talk at length about the renaissance did you know

He straight up yelped when Dew grabbed him by the nape of his neck and threw him head first into the nest. It was comical, really. Ghouls were already busy with picking up the movie, more or less ready to be distracted by the end of whatever Dew was planning. Swiss smiled into the pillow he landed on, shiver going down his body when he felt Dew's fingers running down his back, claws sharp but strangely delicate. He had a good fucking night ahead of him. 

—**—

The night changed into morning and morning into afternoon. All Ghouls could do after Dew was finished with Swiss was joining them in the nest, bliss covering them all like a blanket. Everything was pointing towards a beautiful Sunday for all of them, some music seeping from the speakers in the background, starry sky above them. Swiss crawled out of the nest, his bitten off horn aching pleasantly, tail still repairing itself when he put on the mask. Aether grumbled, they were kissing a moment ago and he felt robbed, his mate currently busy with Mountain. Swiss sent him an apologetic smile. 

gonna check on Copia and be right back

sure sure blame Copia for your sins get your ass here quick it’s still my turn with you

He showed him middle finger, full of love as always, and teleported right into Copia's room. 

The stench was the first thing that hit him. The room reeked of something, something he wasn't personally familiar with, bitter and unpleasant. It was dark, sun low beyond the horizon already, autumn mercilessly shortening the days. He lit the candles around hoping he wasn't seeing what he did in the darkness, that shadows were playing tricks on his dazed mind. Light didn't change anything, only made it worse. Copia was laying by the piano, something clearly wrong with him, a bottle of something discarded next to him. 

He sniffed around, the smell he couldn’t decipher was a mix of that liquid and Copia, of that thing ravaging through Copia's body. But there was something else, another smell on top of that. Swiss knew that smell. It smelled like death. And that thought, like an invitation, made him feel the presence, gaze burning into the back of his neck, quiet cling of the sword drawn to take what rightfully belongs to Death. He didn't dare to look behind him, to look at Azrael standing quietly in the corner of the room. Didn't dare to welcome an old friend like he always did. Didn't dare in fear or hearing that final it's time ringing through the Ministry walls. 

Copia was still trying to talk, words slurring, his eyes trying to focus on Swiss, blood and bile vomited on the floor. It wouldn’t happen. Not like this, not now, not ever. Azrael and him both ruled over death and today Swiss was ruling against it. He took a step back, let his anger come to the surface, anger of a Ghoul, of a demon, of a celestial, and he screamed, letting it roar through the Ministry, through the Pit, through Hell itself. Letting it vibrate through the blade of the sword, a warning, a plea for help. Azrael sighed behind him. An exception, if you manage. It's yours to bring if you don't. It was all Swiss needed. 

Ghouls were in the room in an instant. Swiss didn't say anything, he just looked. They knew what they were doing, a panic in their movements, but they were moving, they had some knowledge, they had been here before in some sense. They took Copia to the bathroom, Swiss heard water running and before he stepped in he glanced to the corner of the room, nervous, his hands trembling. It was empty. Fuck, it was empty. 

The bathroom was a mess, they barely fit in there. Rain was on the floor next to Copia, cleaning him the best he could, trying to give him something to drink, water running too slow into the bath. They had a chance to save him, but Swiss had no idea how to use it. He looked at Dew, looked at Aether. 

I don't know what's

he drunk again fucking alcohol fucking poison he barely touched it since the tour

not like this he never fucked himself like this

how much did he fucking drink he's barely fucking conscious

we need to get this out of his body

He searched his memories, memories of the pack, frantically trying to understand. One bathroom, throwing up, another bathroom, throwing up, another room, the bottles, Copia laughing, throwing up. They couldn't do anything, don't worry it's just wine, they weren't that close to Copia, they already were hiding alcohol from him, it didn't help, he would buy more, it's just a fruity drink it's customary. It happened so often, just another day on the tour, just a little celebration, it went away when they came back, the excessiveness of it, glass here, glass there. It went away completely when Swiss appeared, he would know, he would smell it. Why now, why today?

he's going to die

he's not going to die we can stop it

he's going to die

Swiss snap out of it we need to do something

what

I can try to get this out of his body fuck I done this with animals get into their blood cleans it

you did this five times it fucking wrecked you then

I don't give a fuck that's all we have Swiss hold him still and cut him

Swiss felt sick when he grabbed Copia's arm, stronger than he should, but Copia was already trying to move it, wincing at Swiss touch and it broke something in him. He punctured his wrist, two perfect wounds, surprised with the amount of shaking he felt in his limbs. He could feel Aether's magic, complicated spell growing in power, in finesse with every second before it sinked into Copia. The smell of alcohol hit all of them, a thin trickle going straight to the floor, disappearing in an instant. It was so precise, one wrong move and Swiss would have to… Azrael was gone but Death stayed in the room, even without Ghouls knowing. Drop after drop it was leaving Copia's body, Aether was not moving, focused, not a tremble to his hand, quiet whisper from time to time keeping Copia unconscious. 

The hours went by, silent, heavy. Every minute as horrible as the previous one, all of them tense, only the realisation becoming louder in their heads, the closer they were to the end the more it resembled scream. It was so close. They could've lost him and it was so close they could taste it with the alcohol, burning into their senses, a seemingly never-ending flow of it from the wound. Seeing fresh blood felt like a miracle. It was a miracle. 

Aether was in bad shape, electricity making lights flutter, making outlets smoke, his whole Ghoul form was breaking at the seams. Mountain was on him instantly, the moment the spell was broken, holding him, grounding, catching his hand before it fell near the water, Aeth unable to hold it up any longer. They were gone, just quick glances exchanged, all of their emotions mixed up, barely coherent, word communication forgotten, it was too much for words. Swiss took Copia to bed. He couldn't look at him, Light in Copia quiet, sensing Swiss apprehension. They were building something. They all had something. He and Copia had something. None of it mattered? Nothing of what they were mattered enough, timelines in Swiss’ head rearranging themselves, laughing at him. He didn't even consider that, wasn't looking towards those suggesting Copia demise from his own hands. Probability was so low, chance so miniscule. He couldn't look at him. He went back for Dew, still in the bathroom, low murmur of water going down the drain. Swiss took his hand, tugging lightly. Dew took it, leaving the water behind. 

They stood in the bedroom for a minute, smell fading, Cumulus following Dew's order, cleansing air, keeping the room warm, keeping Copia asleep and calm. 

why did it happen

I don't know Dew

we are giving him all we can

I know

why is it not enough why are we not enough for him what else does he needs what does he need that we can't give him

Dew it's time to go

I feel like I'm burning to ash Swiss I can't it hurts

I know love burn me I will take it all I will take your pain

He squeezed Dew's hand, so unbelievably hot in his, and let the shadows envelop them, taking them deep into the forest, back to the stone circle. He put more sigils down, just a second of work before he stood face to face with Dew again, reaching slowly for his mask.

let it all go love

And Dew did. If not for protective magic the forest, the Ministry, the whole world would burn with his fire. Every strike he made was punctuated by why, every slash and cut, flames hot enough for Swiss to really feel them, the desperation in them, the wounds he was leaving on Swiss’ body barely covering the pain Dew felt. Swiss didn't evade him, he took everything and when that wasn't enough he took away his shadows and let Dew slash his wings, let him burn his claws on Swiss’ black fire until he screamed in pain, Swiss ichor covering them both, the ground, the stones around. Dew was barely standing, morning came and went, rehearsal time came and went. He was swaying on his legs, pain and anger still there, raw and loud.

HURT ME

I won't hurt you Dew it won't help

HURT ME FUCK ME UP MAKE ME FEEL SOMETHING ELSE

Swiss caught him seconds before he collapsed, his shadows around him, and Dew slashed his face, again and again.

bring back those fucking flames

I won't do that Love it's enough

bring them back why didn't you do anything

Swiss sighed. Violence was over, it was time for a different type of letting go for Dew. 

I did everything I could Dew

which was fucking nothing if not for Aeth he would be fucking dead

you're right Aether saved his life

what mistake of an angel you are that you couldn't even help him

I'm sorry Dew

the fuck am I supposed to do with your sorry why are you fucking here if you can't do anything

I helped the best I could

YOU DID FUCKING NOTHING SWISS

He didn't want to tell him about his deal with Azrael. Didn't want to tell him what he risked, what he truly put on the line, because he wouldn't take Copia's soul to Hell if it came to that. Wouldn't fulfill that obligation that wasn't even a choice, wasn't a question. He would break it and he would be gone instead of him, that's how fucking with unfuckable rules worked. Copia had more life ahead of him, powers to rise to, Ghouls weren't ready to leave mortal plane, weren't ready to leave it all for Hell and its flaws, with Copia or without him, it was clear as day. They were all happy here. They would be happy again. It was the only choice, wasn't it? And Dew didn't need to know that.

I'm sorry I couldn't do more

stop with your fucking useless apologies why are you so useless how can you be so fucking useless it's Lucifer's son you suppose to fucking protect him you worthless piece of shit

Fuck it hurt. It was true, he was supposed to protect him, he should've prevented it from ever happening, but he didn't, focused on himself. He failed and they almost lost him. It was on him, all magnitude of it. Useless and worthless – that always described him the best, nothing changed. Swiss felt anger leaving Dew, not all of it, but enough, it was his emotion after all, his little specialisation, he knew what could be managed and what not. Fire around them subdue and Swiss get up from his knees. What was meant to be said was said.

we should get back it's almost evening

fucking sure whatever

The pit was somber to say the least. Dew didn't even look at him, he was next to Aether immediately, kissing him, cutting himself, ichor flowing on Aether body, disappearing under the silver. Aeth was looking better, Swiss realized with relief. Cumulus wrapped her arms around his waist and he let his head rest on top of hers.

that was a stupid choice Wrath

back with this cursed title huh

well I don't think Swiss Multi-Ghoul in Copia's entourage could make any pleas with Death itself

you don't know what Swiss is capable of then in my next trick I will walk straight into heaven and spit on Metatron

a death wish really don't have enough after Copia

I have enough of everything after Copia

They both fall into silence. It wasn't pleasant or unpleasant, heavy or uncomfortable. It was just silence, just that. 

The mood in the Pit didn't change for the rest of the evening, the rest of the night and for a whole new morning. They were all together, Swiss in the corner of the couch, Cumulus next to him, protective, resting her head on his shoulder, they were talking between each other about little nothings. Cirrus was next to her, hugging her side, holding Swiss’ hand. Cumulus told her, somewhat, there were no secrets between them and it meant also Swiss past, but Cumulus didn't know a lot about it either, so it wasn't that bad and Cirrus kept that to herself anyway, she knew how angels were. Dew and Aether were on the second couch, Dew as far away from Swiss as possible, Aether looking between them, sending Swiss apologetic looks to which Swiss responded with a sad smile. Little ‘everything is okay don't worry’ smile. Such a fake facial expression. Rain was restless, going around the couches, hopping on one, getting up again, slowly making Mountain mad. The Pit Ghouls lingered at the edge of the room, uneasy but silent, but even that paled beside the hollow despair gripping the others. Overall nobody talked much, there was nothing to say. The Pit felt like a tomb. 

Swiss mostly waited.

When the corridor to the Pit opened they all heard it. Human steps in place between worlds. They felt Copia approach the veil, just a stone to his mortal eyes, solid and unmoving. They put masks back on, still silent as Copia's unsure calls filled the Pit. Dew looked at Mountain who nodded slightly before he reached the entrance and disappeared behind the veil. There was some rambling, Copia stumbling on his words, scared and happy and confused. Ghouls waited. 

do I let him in Dew

Dew was smoking again, he was getting hotter the more of Copia questions he heard, but what choice did they really have. They all loved Copia. They didn't want to be here without him. 

yes

Copia was looking around in amazement. Whatever he expected it wasn't this but he wasn't far off, a few months ago he would walk into a bare cave. Right now he was standing in the Pit, so similar to his room, Ghouls unmoved before him. Swiss felt Aether quietly trying to get his attention. He catched up to him and unnoticedly got closer to Dew. Dew was pissed and Aether wasn't yet in his full powers, if Dew blew up he wouldn't be able to hold him down alone. 

“Sooo… Did you hear what I told Mountain? Because if you didn’t I can repeat it. Hell, if you heard it, I still can repeat it. All the ‘sorry’ and ‘please’, how many times you like…”

The temperature rose slightly. Beyond that they all just waited. This wasn't enough. All the ‘please’ and ‘sorry’ weren't enough. 

“I don’t know what happened. Did I say something? I don’t remember, I don’t know what to say now, how to fix it. You need to give me something. Please–”

Copia reached for Dew, droplets of blood from his hand hit the ground and Dew burned. They knew it would happen, it was a matter of time, anger and hurt, all of that soaked in fear fresh in him, waiting for another spark to fully ignite him. Cumulus glanced quickly at them, at Swiss and moved towards Copia, angry as they all were, but seeing Copia bleed was too much right now. The cut healed under her touch and Copia finally started to think. And he did connect the dots, he wasn't stupid, all Ghouls looking at him with hurt, Dew burning with it. Copia was at least ashamed, eyes focusing on Cumulus, trying to collect details, to understand what alcohol took away from his memory. He looked terrified hearing the answer. As he should be. Swiss tried to be calm, disconnected through all of this. To let others be angry, let Dew be angry, be visibly hurt as they should be, be somber and sad, let them scream. But Swiss wasn't calm, not really. He was drowning in his own panic. He was swallowing his own anger. He was hurt. It was becoming unbearable. 

you wanted to die Copia

Copia deflected, of course. The reality of the situation was yet to hit him fully. Similarly to Dew, who also didn't hit him yet but was ready to, anger rising, untamed, burning. Aether was trying to ground him, hand on Dew’s shoulder, but he was trembling slightly, all those hours sitting near Copia, all that magic, all this fear as bright in him as Dew's fire.

not like that you never drunk like that

you willingly drank poison Copia

“I’m sorry, it was stupid, I’m stupid, I didn’t mean to… I didn’t want to hurt you like this. I’m so sorry.” 

It was enough bullshit for Dew, smoke filling the room, his voice cracked and broken, full of rightful anger. 

WHY FOR FUCK SAKE WHY CAN'T YOU BE FUCKING HAPPY WHY ARE WE FUCK FUCK FUCK WHY ARE WE NOT FUCKING ENOUGH FOR YOU WHY ARE WE STILL NOT ENOUGH

Dew was fuming, trying to keep his fires at bay, Aether hands on his waist, doing the best he could, locking his gaze on Swiss with desperate intensity. Swiss was looking at Copia. He was hearing his words, his slow descent into hysteria. Not enough, can't give you what you deserve, not worthy, eternity with me would be a curse. Satan, Swiss knew that all, all those phrases, their meaning, raw emotions behind them. Copia was really as broken as him. The others might not have known what truly echoed in Copia’s voice, but Swiss recognized every fractured piece. 

He stood before Copia, still listening. Selfish, selfish, selfish. You can all leave if you want. Swiss smiled sadly. 

you want to belong Copia you're as hungry for it as I am

And Copia was, his thoughts racing, loud, clear, begging to be devoured, to be one with them, to belong without borders, have that love, that trust that comes with it. He wanted it all, too much for a human to simply understand but Copia was getting there. Swiss was willing to help. He understood it, he was happy to lend a hand.

leave that weird concept of love you have Copia it's not for you you belong with us we will love you like you truly deserve we will devour you just as you need every part of you will be ours and every part of us will be yours

Swiss smiled, weak protest in Copia's head, so much desperation to be proven wrong, for them to mean it, to not give up on him. Begging for forgiveness. Disappointment rattled in his mind like a sad chorus. 

you aren't a disappointment Copia we were just scared Firecracker wasn't really that scared before can't deal with his emotions

He felt Dew's eyes burning into his back. He heard Aether quiet he's not wrong Dew, and an even quieter answer I know. He will deal with this later. With Dew, with the pack. He licked Copia on the nose, Copia understood it best, the acceptance, the familiarity. The welcome home behind it. 

“But I'm just…”

“Copia.”

He felt the shock, Copia’s shock, Ghouls shock. It was necessary, spoken into existence, he repeated that name a few times, tasting it on his tongue. It felt correct there, that name. Copia. 

He felt the change in the Ghouls. Felt the very moment when they forgave Copia, not because the terror in them had vanished, not because the memory of his barely conscious body had lifted, but because the bond they shared was stronger than a second of despair. There was still fear there, sure, threaded through their love like a persistent, gnawing parasite. Even as their minds eased with realization that he was still here, still theirs, that he had returned to them, the memory of his fragility lingered, a quiet, relentless reminder of how close they had come to losing him forever. But that was something to worry about in the future. Right now Swiss felt that their fear melted away, settled somewhere in the background, leaving only the simple, undeniable happiness of having Copia back.

It was enough apologies for one day. Ghouls were glowing with joy, Swiss heard laughter, Dew's, Aether's, Cirrus’. And yet Swiss was burning with anger, fear just behind it, he didn't get a chance to let go of any of it, sitting just below the surface as he licked Copia's face. He could swallow it, deal with it later. Use a bit of it now, maybe. Make Copia pay, with pain, with pleasure. Make the pack happy. Make himself feel something other than anguish.

“Thank you all for saving me. Once again, I’m so sorry…”

you're not sorry yet Copia but you will be

He didn't wait for permission, not from Copia, not from Ghouls. His shadows wrapped around the Cardinal swiftly, no fighting could stop it and Swiss sat on the couch, dragging Copia with him, putting him in place, holding him in position he wanted. Then he just stripped him, a few fast movements, a false, calm smile still on his lips. Ghouls were looking at him confused but interested. 

Swiss what the fuck are you

Swiss didn't look at Dew, they would find out soon enough, right now actually, as his hand hit Copia's ass, hard, leaving a nice red imprint on pale skin. Copia yelped, but Swiss didn't leave him any time to think, thinking part of tonight was over. He hit him again, again, again, every hit met with a muffled scream, the more there were, the louder those cries became and Swiss was living for it. He felt Copia's arousal, tension in his body, wanting and not wanting more, fearing and waiting for another blow and Swiss wasn't keen on keeping him waiting. Pack was feeling it too, Copia's pain laced with pleasure tasted divine, exactly what they needed, exactly what brought them satisfaction, Swiss knew it, he needed it too. Hit after hit, blow after blow, just the delicious sound of Swiss’ hand meeting soft skin, and soon cries grew into moans, and Swiss bared his teeth in smile. He was relentless, merciless, spreading Copia's legs, lifting his hips, nothing for Cardinal to grind against, no climax for him till Ghouls say so. He saw Aether licking his lips and he tilted his head, daring. 

care to join

Aether didn't need a second invitation, first blast, second, not as ruthless as Swiss but enjoying himself immensely, losing himself easily, drinking Copia up. Smell, taste of pleasure filled the Pit, Ghouls around then smiling, taking it all in, every wisp of this intoxicating mix sinking into them, making them happy, making them delirious. Both him and Aether stretch it in time as long as they could, pure satisfaction coming from it. They could feel Copia being too close, it won't do. They all needed more. All of it. Swiss needed all of it. He wanted all of Copia, if Copia wanted to love like Ghoul, Swiss would gladly show him what that meant.

He moved Copia, suddenly and without warning, Cardinal on his knees before Swiss, face red and puffy from crying and Swiss saw himself in Copia's eyes, saw how feral he looked, how his whole form blurred, glitched, unable to properly hold itself against Swiss’ need, and he saw in those same eyes pure adoration, the same need, the same euphoria. Fuck, it was brilliant. 

Swiss looked at others, a dare back in his eyes, what are you waiting for, come and feast. They all did, Mountain and Rain, Cumulus and Cirrus, drinking Copia up, welcoming, belonging, tasting, devouring. Swiss observed it all, making sure Copia didn't come too fast, enjoying his pack as much as they enjoyed Copia, those glorious, beautiful beings, as happy as he wanted them, all together, claiming Copia as part of them. 

Aether and Dew waited for their turn, more buzzed than others, the pleasure of Copia and the pack flowing through them at once. Swiss looked in wonder as Aeth grabbed Copia by the hair, important things first, pleasure had to wait. Copia screamed as Dew smacked him, hot and fast, hearing another of Copia's tries to negotiate some lesser sentence against an unyielding rule. 

“You cannot forbid me from drinking wine, I’m fucking Italian!”

Swiss laughed, loud, his whole form glitching, something Copia couldn't see, trapped by Aeth's hand. 

you are not

“Not what? Tortured? Italian?”

He could only laugh harder, poor Lucifer's son, if only he knew how far off he was. Satan, he was so hungry for that man right now it wasn't even funny anymore. They all were hungry for him, masks barely held in place, and there was still so much to take, Copia finally obliged, so proud of himself when Aether patted his head, so joyous when praised, and he deserved to be praised, he was doing so good, bringing so much pleasure to his pack. 

very good Copia so good

Oh, he could prise him forever like that, spread nicely, oversensitive and wanting more, tasting like fucking ambrosia as Swiss licked him. It was amazing that Copia still wanted, needed, his legs shaking, whole body trembling, held in this position only by Swiss’ shadows. Swiss enjoyed every second of it, of Aeth and Dew fucking Copia's mouth, harsh and deep, tasting pleasures of Copia's moans around them, of every fantasy played in his head and it was feeling like too much, all of them far too gone, drunk and dizzy, just them and Copia, sweet and perfect. Swiss knew Copia's limits and they reached it, maybe even went beyond it, as he moved his Cardinal, shadows around his cock loosing up, working slowly till Swiss wrapped his tongue around him, wrapped his mouth around him, almost moaning himself at the feel of it, taste of it, his eyes on Copia, always on Copia.

“I love you. I love you so much, I…”

Cannot live without you, Swiss heard in Copia mind, and he liked it. He loved it. He knew it wasn't real, but desperately wanted it to be. He wanted Copia to say it again and again till it became real. He wanted Copia to love him. He wanted Copia’s soul to want him. He wanted, just for a moment to turn Lucifer's light off, to hear it then, just once, just so he could believe it. It was fine. That was fine.

you never will be without me

Copia's orgasm left them all barely standing. Swiss tried to focus, at least for long enough to bring Copia to the nest, to lay him there safely, unconscious and still trembling. He sat next to him, head in his hands, trying to gather his bearings. It took a good, long moment for any of them to move. Most of them, when they were able, crawled to the nest, laying next to Copia which was good, they weren't very particular about temperature in the Pit, Copia needed someone next to him, Cumulus and Cirrus already making sure he was comfortable, cold air calming his body. He would be out for a second. Swiss was buzzed, dissociating, bliss and something unpleasant stirring in him. He felt Cumulus hand on his, squeezing it.

thank you we all needed that

I did nothing 

She just smiled, nuzzling back into Copia side. Swiss propped his head on his knee and looked over the Pit. Aether and Dew were talking in hushed whispers, Aether looking pissed, and Swiss flinched when Dew pointed towards the nest, at him or at Copia. He decided to put his focus towards something else, calm thoughts about small things Pit needed, little wishes Ghouls made that he didn't fulfill yet. He didn't yet figure out how to buy stuff in a way that wouldn't alarm Copia. He would have to fill the delivery address with his details, maybe he could intersect packages before they were handed to Copia by a member of the Ministry or…

Dew appeared in front of him and Swiss tried his best to look absolutely unbothered. Ghoul was tense and wasn't really looking back at Swiss. Fair. 

are we good

What a fucking question that was. Are we, no, you tell me – so many options to answer, every single one building up towards an argument, Dew being angry again, another round of something Swiss know but didn't want to hear or, in worst case scenario, Aether joining, trying to smooth the situation and it all grows into tension in Dew and Aeth relationship. Swiss would rather take an express train to heaven. So he smiled, little ‘everything is fine don't worry’ smile. 

yeah Dew we are

Dew seemed to relax a little, but didn't sit next to him. He moved to the other side of Copia, finding himself a comfortable place, hand in Copia's hair. Swiss could feel Cumulus's eyes, mostly worry, some questions. He didn't need that, but when he decided to concentrate on anything in the Pit he caught Aeth's eyes. 

Mostly worry. Some questions. For fuck sake, didn't he just gave them Copia to feast, weren't they all supposed to be high? He was high. Fuck it, he will concentrate on that high then and relax a little. 

Copia woke up fully some hours later, hours Swiss and Dew spent in silence by his side, every futile try at starting a conversation by Aether was dissolving into a collection of nodding and quiet hums of affirmations, no real attempts at engaging. It was better now that Copia was awake, other Ghouls came out of whatever corners they tucked themselves in for those long hours, sniffing Copia, feasting on his marvelous blood. More feelings were spilled, it was nice hearing what they knew, that Copia cared about them, all of them, band or Pit Ghouls alike. It was also a key they needed, permission to be present in the Ministry without that little bit of hiding they were doing now, only interacting with as little amount of people as they could. Freedom. Copia gave them more freedom. And his credit card, Swiss was delighted at the concept of buying more stuff to the Pit, money wasn't a problem, Rain had copious amounts of it, apparently, but receiving deliveries was, and now it was solved. He also couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes when Copia came to conclusions Ghouls made months ago. Ghouls needed to get out of the Pit. Good thinking, Copia.

After that night, everything moved quickly. The Ghouls, once little more than a quiet presence within the Ministry, began to surface openly, leaving subtle but unmistakable shifts in their wake wherever they appeared. Gardens, maintenance, hospital, library, random hallways, fucking vents, some form of Ghouls presence was everywhere, in body or in magic, people growing accustomed to it more every day. Rehearsals became crowded too, an audience present almost every day, little fan clubs cheering for them, singing along, having fun. Copia was dealing with it nicely, with young Siblings of Sin squealing in delight when Dew and Aether played, even harder when they interacted with each other. And nicely of course meant he didn't try to throw anything to distract those fan clubs from drooling over his Ghouls. 

Swiss had his fun too. It quickly became apparent to him that being in the back didn't mean that people were not paying attention to him. The more lewd he was, the more he interacted with the audience the more eyes were glued to him, little hypnotized crowd of extremely turned on humans. Mary was there of course and Swiss made a point of making him as lustful as possible, against every jealous look he was getting from Copia. There were none from Dew. No heat rising, no disapproval, no smoke, nothing, not even a glance his way. And when Copia leaned into that little game of making the audience hot and steamy Swiss was delighted until he wasn't. 

The first thing that got any reaction from Dew that day was Copia's touch, hand sliding down Dew's thigh, hand caressing Dew’s shoulder. Aether had to interfere at some point, Copia getting too frisky for his own and the equipment’s good. People were ecstatic and Swiss understood why. Copia looked delectable on his knees and Swiss couldn't stop from eating him alive with his eyes. He didn't know what to do with Dew's coldness, maybe just wait it out, but Copia was here, his eyes searching for Swiss from time to time and… well, Swiss wasn't immune to that. He craved that attention. He craved Copia’s attention and he was getting it, his name always somewhere on Copia's mind. How Swiss wanted for this to be real. Copia's adoration, Copia's love, Copia's need for Swiss. That this quiet whisper of Lucifer looming over whatever relationship Swiss had with Copia could shut up for a second. Just for a second, just so he could see that love still being there. 

And now, the more Dew clinged to Copia, the more Swiss felt like something was slipping from his fingers. Did it hit Dew that Swiss wasn't worthy of love, deserving of it, right then when Copia was dying, maybe later in the forest? That whatever connection they had didn't have to be fulfilled, wasn't an obligation, just a push? Or maybe even that was never that strong for Dew, he reached for Swiss only after a month of Swiss getting progressively closer to Copia. Dew was smart – he wanted Copia and Swiss was his opening.

What difference did it make that Swiss felt now like he never really had Dew and he felt like he never really had Copia. He was okay just watching, making sure they were happy, being part of the pack. It didn't make him love them less. It just made him sad. He was accustomed to being sad.

He winked at Mary and sent him a kiss. At least one pair of eyes was still glued to him. 

Weeks passed like this. Everything was fine. 

—**—

The reality of the new routine was weighing down on Swiss less than he thought. He wasn't alone like he was in Hell, there was always someone he could spend time with, always something to do. There were movie nights, games, lazy hugging sessions with Copia or Aether or Delta, even Rain and Mountain. He grew even closer to Cumulus and Cirrus, gossiping with them about people in the Ministry, freezing his ass off when first snow hit the roof and he tried to help them clean it off. Rehearsals were going beautifully, the band working together like a true wonder, reception was fantastic and it was a pleasure to play sometimes for an excited crowd, not just an empty room. He wasn't alone. Even for a moment, even when no one was around he wasn't here alone. He felt loved. The only difference was Dew. There were no more stolen kisses in empty corridors, no more banter on the Pit couch, no more mine, no more jealousy, no more love. Just a quiet pain of silence. They did communicate, of course. Did you see Rain, are we watching a movie with Copia today, heard that's the only snow we gonna get this winter. Work colleagues. Swiss looked at the five stages of grief and chose acceptance, there was no point in other ones. New normal. He could exist like that, watching Dew smile from a distance.

It was Thursday and Copia came to the chapel reeking of anxiety and excitement, which didn't happen for a long time now. Ghouls were on high alert but it cleared quickly. Last song. The closing of the album Copia worked so hard on. It felt big. Monumental even. It was a closed rehearsal, first try after all. They saw the music sheets and Swiss smiled. It was so fitting, the finality of human life as an ending to the album. Quiet wish for eternity of belonging. It was a beautiful song – feeling of longing in repeated lines and Swiss felt proud of Copia. Swiss really believed that this was what was coming for them. Some form of forever. A quiet timeline of being home, together, wherever this home was. Eternal love he felt for his pack. For Copia. For Dew. Up close or from afar, it didn't matter. 

They sang, voices echoing in the chapel and it was even better hearing it out loud than just conceptualizing it in his mind. But when the song ended there was this tense silence. It seemingly came out of nowhere, just settling on them like thick fog, Ghouls suddenly caught in a tight grasp of their leader's feelings. Mix of anger, fear, betrayal. It felt like a chokehold, keeping them all frozen. Copia asked what they were thinking of the song and no one answered. 

And then Swiss saw Dew's guitar hit the floor with a loud, harsh sound filling the space. He stared at it longer than he should, confused, like he just saw a glitch in the universe happen. Dew was gone, without a word, just his feelings still lingering on all of them. Copia was standing in front of them, Swiss' own confusion mirrored perfectly in him. This was… he wasn't sure what that was, but he felt his own fear scrambling to the surface of his mind. He looked at Aether. 

I'll talk to him it's okay

And Aeth was gone. Great, Swiss was also planning on talking to him. Now. Fuck, he didn't understand what just happened, no matter the cold shoulder Dew was giving him for weeks, Swiss felt nauseous with fear. Copia was reeking of anxiety, it wasn't his fault, whatever that was, it was just a song, right? Swiss kissed him, quickly trying to calm Copia's mind. Everything is fine, Copia. Nothing bad is happening, Copia. This all will be figured out fast and we will all laugh about it, Copia. 

Swiss teleported to the Pit. 

Swiss tried teleporting to the Pit. 

He was in the corridor, damp walls, roaring torches, breach in the veil before him, entrance now closed, rock wall standing in his way. He froze, fear going from whisper to chant in his mind. This wasn't right. He reached forward with his hand, veil wavered but didn't let him in, his fingers brushing the hard surface of the stone. He tried again, he pushed, he scratched, veil flashing with colors as it strained against his attempts. Something must have happened. Something was wrong. Something was wrong with Dew.

Dew let me in what's going on

There was silence. Nothing changed, the veil didn't breach. He jumped back to the chapel, it must be some kind of mistake, maybe something was happening with pocket dimension, with Dew please not with Dew anything but that and no one could get in. 

The chapel was empty. They were all gone. They were all in the Pit except for him. He tried again. Just a simple jump and he would be in the Pit as well. Together with his pack. It was just a mistake.

Same corridor. Same closed entrance. There were still dried up droplets of Copia's blood on the ground. 

Dew Aeth please let me in I know you can hear me

He pounded on the wall, just a muffled sound of his fist hitting the stone. He tried using more force, his fear making the whole corridor tremble, torches falling to the ground, leaving him in darkness, suffocating, paralyzing, worse than any darkness he could ever produce. 

please I don't fucking understand I just want to know you're okay

Nothing. It was okay, he just… he's an angel, he would get in, if Dew wanted him to leave after he would, he just had to be sure… 

Another strike, another muffled bang, he didn't stop this time, another and another, hard, desperate hits against the rock in front of him. It didn't change anything. He knew what happened deep down, the Pit was closed, Dewdrop closed it. His thoughts were racing when he slashed the wall with his claws, high-pitched screech following it. He did it over and over again, pleading, begging, screaming finally, please please please I'm sorry, angry when rock became stained with ichor, when his fist began to slide with every try, but he didn't stop, just tried harder, with force, with magic, all the magic that he had, more than he had, his head spinning. Fear was choking him, one chain against the wall, second chain, his shadows, his fire, his mask forgotten, his own ichor dripping to the ground, next to Copia's blood, the veil shimmering, taunting him, unmoved, all his attempts doing nothing, changing nothing. His mind was full of his own screams, of pleading he repeated so many times he lost count. He had no idea how long he was here, at this point he just sat down, back against the wall, hot behind him, soaked with his ichor. 

why

Dew what did I do

Dew please I'm sorry

Dew I'm scared

Dew talk to me

“Dew, please…”

—**—

The sun shining through the windows blinded him when he finally walked out. He was feeling sick, mentally, physically, his mind was screaming, mask hiding most of it when he jumped into the chapel. Satan, the way they looked at him, guilty, anxious. Everyone but Dewdrop. Copia walked right after him, Swiss didn't even have a chance to speak, barely took a step towards Dew before Copia said they needed to talk. Yes, they needed. Fuck, they needed. Ghouls left and Copia looked at him and Swiss felt nauseous again. 

“You too, buddy. Give us a moment.”

Swiss looked at Dew, desperate, the whole pain of the night still in him, that whole fear still on the surface.

Dew I don't

Swiss please go we need to talk with Copia

It wasn't even Dew who answered him. Aether looked at him, something sad in his eyes and Swiss was so close to begging again. What did he fucked so badly that this was happening? It was… 

please I just

Swiss please

How could he just leave? Something was wrong, so wrong, he… 

Then he smelled it and his vision went white. Need. Hunger. Dew wasn't looking at him, wasn't speaking to him but he was reeking of need, his hands already twitching, his eyes on Copia. It wasn't because Swiss did something. It wasn't because he didn't do something. It was because Dew decided, loudly and with full chest, that Swiss was an obstacle to Copia and that, once a useful tool that Swiss was, needed to be discarded like trash when he became a problem, when he stopped being a solution. What Swiss hoped was his delusion was now confirmed, with a little bow at the top. 

He left. He walked out, slamming the door, first of Copia's moans chasing him. 

He walked straight out, then just teleported further and further, careful to not leave Ministry grounds but far enough to fuck off from everybody, forest swallowing him like a cage. He had no idea what went so dramatically wrong. Everything seemed to be working, in its own fragile way. But maybe that had only ever been an illusion. Copia wrote a song – a good song – they performed it and it all went to shit. Something shifted, sharp and deliberate, feelings snapped into place with the kind of cruelty that didn’t just leave him behind, but discarded him like a mistake finally corrected.

Dew kicked him out. It was bad and somehow it became worse. It still made everything in him hurt. Without a word he just kicked him out, left him clawing at the Pit entrance like a dog, all night, left him bleeding on the floor, begging for answers that didn't come. And next day he was told to fuck off again, without as much as explanation. Well, that wasn't true. He did get his explanation. He still didn't understand. It was his Dew. His Flame. Dew was supposed to be his. This stupid mindset was still alive in him, however he tried to drown it, to accept the new reality he was in. 

Swiss felt anger, wrong and raw, felt hurt, broken and choking, both swirling in him like an invitation to let go and he couldn't even do that, couldn't let himself do that, sobs escaping him, catching in his throat, his own voice bringing him pain again. He couldn't calm down. There was no anchor he could hold on to, no better tomorrow he could cling to, no pack, no eternity. Grass around him began to wilt, smoke, burn; trees fell like matchsticks around him, fire eating them from inside, leaving just hollow shells, but he didn’t care, destruction spreading like a disease around him. He laid down, the evening forest around him, the sound of breaking branches, the smell of smoke surrounding him. 

What the fuck was he thinking. What a fucking joke that was, what a cruel punishment for everything he had ever done. He refused to go back to Hell, the place where pain had seeped into his mind and hollowed him from the inside, thought by thought. And yet. The pain gnawing at him now was indistinguishable from it, shadows of his mistakes slipping back into old cracks, eager to finish the breaking, he was ready to let them do it, to finish what was started in Hell.

But he didn’t. He still needed to protect Copia, none of this was his fault. He was still kind to him, still caring, still needed help. It was just Swiss. It was Swiss’ fault. He knew it was, deep down. His feelings, his selfishness. The fact he still loved Dew. How could he not? He said he would bleed out for them, for him. Dew didn't want him to bleed, he just wanted him away. Why did it hurt more? Satan, he didn't want to be away, didn't want to be at all, didn't want to exist, didn't want to hear in his mind Dew’s moaning under Copia's touch. He couldn't take it, he would rather be nowhere than here.

So Swiss closed his eyes – all of them for once. Closed his mind. Let the darkness of the night, conflagration around him, swallow him whole. Let himself be nowhere, just for a moment. 

He came back after the weekend ended feeling mostly cold, with broken anger still piercing his mind. Alas obligations were still in place so here he was, teleporting straight into the chapel, giving Copia a little heart attack in the process. He had no idea how unapproachable he must have looked but Copia only cleared his throat and, to Swiss relief, they started the rehearsal. He sang his parts, played guitar, did his little routine, not feeling particularly joyful about it, and in the second Copia started to say that it was a great rehearsal, he was gone, yearning so badly to be further away from here, not even Hell felt distant enough, not even heaven. That was more or less all the time he was able to control that vile anger in him before letting it roam freely throughout the forest around him. He felt angry at everybody, mostly at himself, mostly at his confusion, his feelings, his pain. The second day looked the same – he ignored everyone, eyes unfocused, wandering, did his part giving bare minimum and was gone. Third day – the same, less feelings, more blank stare. Fourth day brought unwelcomed surprise, as Copia was waiting right before his mike stand, apparently drenched in deep need to have meaningful conversation. Swiss sighed, not listening, empty and tired.

“Swiss, listen, I don't know what–”

sing

Copia took a step back, not in fear but in surprise. It was enough to feel Dew suddenly trying to get his attention for the third day straight, relentless and stubborn, the smell of Copia still embedded into his form, making Swiss nauseous, knowing how busy and happy Dew was without him here. It was enough to not let him set on fire anything around Swiss to make him look his way, because Swiss wasn't looking, wasn't looking at anything, just an empty stare forward with blind eyes. It was enough getting unexpected glimpses at Aether’s back through all this circus, ignoring his over the shoulder looks, filled with worry. He will not deal with Copia until he gets back to feeling less like a walking, ticking time bomb, disaster waiting to happen. With every passing day he was less sure when it would happen. Copia, fortunately for all of them, obliged, well fucked, not needing Swiss as desperately as before. Swiss smiled sadly – a few days and Lucifer's influence was already dying down, as he suspected. The fourth day was done, Swiss gone the same way as he appeared. 

On the early morning of the fifth day, as he was laying in his little circle of burned grass and natural disaster, a squirrel sleeping soundly on his chest, Dew appeared next to him. Swiss was deep in his eyes-closed-not-registering-things state so it was a tiny surprise. Not a huge one, it was just a forest, someone who was looking would find him eventually, even if he was hiding. He didn't suspect anyone would look, everyone happy and fulfilled without him around. He didn't move beyond petting the squirrel’s head and closed his eyes again, silence stretching. He hoped Dew would just go away if he didn't acknowledge him, but he didn't.

look at me

go away Dewdrop

There was another moment of silence, the animal feeling that something was wrong jumped from him and ran into the forest. Well that was sad, he liked that squirrel. Apparently even animals were done with him. 

look at me stop ignoring me

fuck off Dewdrop 

Dew was on him the next second and Swiss felt anger bubbling just under the surface, hating the familiar weight on him, the way his body rejoiced when it felt Dew’s flames for the first time in weeks. He looked at Ghoul sitting on him, all his blazing glory just under the mask and right now it gave Swiss only pain. Satan, so much pain it felt unreal. There was silence, again, heavy and unpleasant. None of them knew what to say, how to start, Swiss didn't want to say anything, he wanted to be alone again, he knew what it was like to be alone. He can get accustomed to it again. But stillness between them was getting long and he was growing tired and restless.

what do you want Dewdrop 

you

tough luck now fuck off will you

no chance fucker you will talk to me you're mine

Mine? Now? Weeks of this and suddenly he was his again? It felt like a slap on the face. Swiss grit his teeth and sit up, dark smoke filled the forest, force of his anger knocked down few remaining, still standing trees, but Dew didn't move. They were face to face and Swiss smelled Copia's pleasure on Dew, smelled his bliss so vividly it made him growl.

can you please fuck off go mingle with Copia he should be awake at this point you can fuck him into oblivion for the rest of your life go pester someone else just leave me alone

no we need to talk

I don't care I don't give a fuck Dewdrop you ignored me for weeks you kicked me out of the Pit made me beg and cry for you made me rot on the forest floor while you were pounded by Copia you didn't care then stop pretending to care now you already said to me everything that needed to be said now give me at least the courtesy of calming down alone

It became painfully clear almost immediately that Dew’s calmness was a desperate pretense. Smoke seeped slowly from his body, his fingers making small, anxious movements he couldn’t quite control. He seemed to suddenly regret sitting so close to Swiss’ face with no place to move. Swiss was tired. He wanted this to end. For this attempt at something to be over. He laid back down, arm on his face, waiting for Dew to go away. But Dew didn't. 

no fuck I'm not I didn't mean I wasn't angry at you I Copia I know I shouldn't

you weren't angry at me sure at the lousy excuse of an angel but you didn't kick Aether out when he went with you you didn't kick anyone else when they came back after rehearsal didn't make them beg to be let in just me pleading with a wall for explanation pounding on the rock till I bled scared out of my mind about you and all the answer I get was you begging Copia to fuck you for six days straight after showing me plain and simple how much I bother you for weeks leave me alone Dewdrop

that song is about you

Swiss froze, as he was planning on standing up and fuck knows, fly away if given the chance, land on the moon to have some fucking privacy in his mental breakdown, to scream in the silence of the void until he lose his voice completely. He looked at Dew like he misheard him. 

that song is not about me

it is I I've found the previous version with your name he tried to burn it

for fuck sake I hate humans I hate you I hate fucking Lucifer for rebeling just for me to lay on this fucking burned grass listening to your shit what does it change how does it change anything how does it erase anything that happened

you love him he loves you more than me than any of us

Something changed in Dew’s voice, his usual spark gone. He sounded desperate, broken almost, but Swiss was too far gone, trying to burn through his anger and leave on the other side of it without losing part of himself. He already felt like he lost so many parts it was a miracle he didn't shatter like glass. What came out of him sounded strangely calm. Cold. Distant. He remembered sounding like that in heaven.

bullshit Dewdrop and if it's true it's only because there's fucking Lucifer’s Light whispering to him that hey here's a fellow angel you should be idiotically attached to him he will protect you he will give you what you want he was enamored with me from the very second he saw me precisely due to this and you know that you felt that I remember that look first day in the Pit your pain and confusion do you know how that fucking hurts to have feelings for someone who only loves you out of some inside programming that he doesn't understand no way of turning it off it's just there

Copia is much more than fucking Lucifer in him and you know that 

of course I know that's why it's worse

Dewdrop looked at him like he saw him for the first time. Swiss felt his anger dying down into a quiet, dull ache, replaced by the familiar sting of saying words he had kept locked away for far too long – what was just an advantage that let him get to Copia faster, became, with time, a curse that didn't let him get to Copia as close as he would like.

A never subsiding feeling of being liked by Copia only because of Lucifer. An equally painful feeling of being used by Dew as a method to get to Copia.

let me go Dewdrop you have your Cardinal I'm truly useless to you now let me rot in peace

stop calling me Dewdrop you never call me Dewdrop what the fuck do you mean truly useless what are you talking

I don't know what you want from me I left you alone I gave you space do you want me to leave completely to have Copia all to yourself I don't have to be here anymore Copia feels nicely at home among the pack he loves you as he should haven't my role been fulfilled

Now Dew looked properly panicked and equally pissed. He sinked his claws into Swiss, like that could hold him in place, make him not disappear if he decided to. It didn't draw any ichor, no matter how hard Dew was trying. There were just shadows, cold and uninviting. 

no no no no of course that's all it is you are here only because Lucifer send you you did your fucking job and just gonna fuckin’ leave

what the fuck did you just said

I know you are here for Copia I know you were send to help Copia that's all you care about in the end and you still did a shitty job what did They told you to not interfere you would just allow Copia to die to fulfill your fucking orders you don't give a single fuck about any of us

Swiss was just laying there at this point, head tilted, mouth slightly open, Dew still on his lap, fuming was slowly becoming too light of a word to describe the state of him. Swiss never corrected Ghouls when they asked the first time, sure, but… but what? It just never came up again, he was sure he showed enough of his love for them to scrap that idea from their minds, but apparently it was still there. A Lucifer's tool. How would they know it wasn't true? Would they be happy or disappointed knowing now, sitting on that conviction so long? It would be an easy way out though. Just nod, say sure and all would be done, chapter of his life painfully cut short, Hell waiting for him. They can now help Copia without him, love Copia without him, as they wanted. But he couldn't make himself lie. Not to Dew. Not like that.

no one sent me here

I don't fucking believe you why are you lying about that now why would you came here if not on Lucifer’s order fucking high and mighty angel to the rescue of an Antichrist faking fucking love for me just to use the pack for his agenda

How do you tell someone that you felt broken and alone and wanted to be needed again, pathetic excuse of an angel. Fuck, Dew was so right, he didn't even knew how much. Of course in Dew's eyes he was just Lucifer’s instrument, a tool, fucker who infiltrate their family for fun, who went for the leader to get access – his careful sharing, meticulously chose memories only backed it up, backed up his supposed scheming, his ‘true intentions’, why wouldn’t he share otherwise. But oh, he was a useful fucker for a moment, so it didn’t really matter. He must’ve known what he was doing, at least in terms of Copia rising to his powers, which was always a priority, wasn't it. But then that image broke in Dew's eyes. 

What was he supposed to tell him now? He had no idea what he was doing. He just tried to make things better and he was failing. It was never supposed to be like this. He should have crawled back to Hell long ago, but now he was here, used, a failure, destroying expectations he wasn't aware of. What else was left but the broken truth.

I came here because I was lonely Dewdrop 

what

I came here because I was alone and tired of it tired of being miserable pathetic creature hiding from everybody after rebellion there's no Lucifer behind me I don't have answers how to make Copia better I had one little advantage and I used it and I fucked up everything I'm sorry

you can't be fucking serious

you were right Dewdrop angels are just broken all of us we were broken in heaven and we are all broken in Hell we are useless we are lost and we are terrified partially because no one order us around anymore especially not Lucifer I think They are barely aware I'm here that's what the whole free will fiasco was about

Dew was quiet. Hellborn beings didn't know a lot about angels, fair, he knew that already. Dew probably knew more than most anyway, why not come to the conclusion that Swiss was just another obedient pawn in Lucifer's mission to save humans from god's shuckles, to help Their son take over the Earth. Truth to be told, most of his kind sat in the last three rings of Hell, not interested in humans, not interested in anybody, just keeping to themselves, alone and tired and it was understandable, they shared the same experiences, still so fresh in them. It was a vicious circle of trauma. Only those Lucifer kept close were an exception, working towards something better, Frozen Lake build on fucking kindness and equality, with no place for anger.

but you took care of Copia from the very second you got here you made him better you knew how to make him better you like that he loves you fuck you helped us just so we could help him right say it was just to help him

I like Copia and he's broken in similar places as me so I knew what needed to be done but I don't delude myself about his feelings for me what he feels for you for Ghouls is real you can indulge in that as much as you want but what he feels for me is well a design flaw of being Lucifer’s son and you what I did towards you I did because I wanted to I wanted you happy you were all so miserable such beautiful beings being mistreated how could I not do whatever I could to see you all radiant and fulfilled

then why the fuck would you stay Copia is happy our situation got better why the fuck are you still here after what I after

you should know why

Swiss smiled, something profoundly sad stirring in him. Fuck, he really thought he was clear about that part, clear enough for Dew to never doubt it. But he doubted it from the beginning, with all the secrets Swiss held close to his chest, with all the questions around him. For Dew it was all just a farce, wasn't it? He cut his finger on Dew’s horn, letting small drops of ichor sink into the flames, dripping with memories, honest, bare of any walls, laced with sorrow. 

Every thought and every feeling he had about him, moment after moment, second after second, and even that wasn’t scraping the surface of his love. His summoning, his own desperation, his loneliness eating him alive. The moment he first saw Dew, the first spark of something he hadn't felt in millennia. He was smitten from the very second he saw him, really. Moments in chapel, when he started looking forward to just making music near him, with him. Moments he fell in love, again and again, harder every time, surprising even himself, straight up scaring himself at occasions, the way he yearned, the way he needed to be loved by Dew. Every moment he considered crawling back to Hell, in pain and broken, and every time he instead crawled to Dew, his love making him feel happiness he didn't for a long time, making him whole for a moment. And that pure anguish of not being one, haunting him, twisting inside his chest with a persistence, mocking him every fucking day. No outside influence. No plan, no hidden agendas. Just… love. Dew froze, smoke disappearing in an instant, hand sliding from Swiss shoulder.

please no I was I thought

apparently there was some misunderstanding and we cleared that right 

no no I Satan no not like this

can you go now Dewdrop please let me be alone again I don't have enough in me to go through this right now

no please are you really going back to Hell I saw Hell why fuck do you want to leave you can't leave not after not

you're finally happy with Copia so I actually do feel quite useless and well fucked mentally so sure I thought about it but

no Swiss I fuck fuck fuck are you going back to Hell because of no please no do you think I don't love you did you stop loving

Dew cut himself before finishing, fear in his eyes and Swiss frowned, confused. Dew was getting… cold. Small change, becoming more and more obvious with every passing second, and Swiss was growing nervous. Dew was just sitting on him, trembling, getting colder. How could he get colder? Panicked Dew, angry Dew, disappointed Dew – he only ever burned brighter, hotter. Not this. 

listen I don't know what I'm thinking that’s the problem but it's not important

don't leave

Dewdrop what's going

please stop please don't call me Dewdrop you never you always fuck even when you are angry you never call me Dewdrop please Satan please don't leave I was jealous I was so fucking jealous so fucking confused please I'm so sorry 

I know you love Copia I know it felt wrong that he seemed to love me more but he doesn't I'm sorry I shouldn't have fuel it it would probably be less excessive if I've kept my distance from him I think I was just selfish wanting too much wanting you wanting Copia it doesn't matter now

it matters he needs you Swiss please I

but not really right look at him now he has you Aether the pack he will be alright you all will be alright I promise those feeling for me would disappear if I

I won't be alright Swiss not without you not you please

Swiss didn't know what to do. Why was it suddenly a problem now? It was fine for weeks when they barely interacted. It was fine when he was gone this week when they didn't interact at all but now he was supposed to… what? Stay around? He was around. He was around exactly like Dew wanted. Like it was fucking important right now where Swiss gonna be later, it didn't matter. What mattered was that he didn't know how to make Dew hotter, he never should be that cold, he's a fucking Fire Elemental and it felt like the fire was dwindling in Swiss’ hands. He was proposing an honest solution, something that should make Dew happy – him distancing himself from Copia, from Dew, from the pack, just like now, but it felt like he was drowning Dew in cold water. He didn't know how to make all of them happy, he just wanted them happy, with him or without him. They seemed happy without him.

you liked the life without me those weeks then almost whole perfect week now and it wasn't that bad right with Copia with Aether you won't miss me Dewdrop 

please don't call me that please it hurts I missed you I missed you so much I really did please I swear I just thought I knew I was so sure you were angry fuck why did I do this why did I said it why did I left you there I heard it all and I still

it's okay you had your reasons right just leave it behind for now please you need to get hotter

Swiss please I don't want to be here without you I can't lose you

again fuck this you need to get hotter why are you so cold

we aren't even mated I thought you didn't want to mate with me because I'm I didn't know you were Satan all this pain I didn't know that you feel all that pain I feel about it I was so sure you were relieved it didn't work that you realize it was a mistake because I’m just if you'll go back to Hell I'll just lose you forever I can't lose you please don't leave me behind

I don't know what you are talking about I'm here

you will forget me if you go back to Hell fuck you will hate me and I will deserve it and then you will forget me please I can't be here without you

What was with this topic of Swiss going back to Hell? He said he thought about it. He thought about it but even that, even thinking of leaving them all behind was excruciating, as painful as thinking of being without Dew was, every part of his being screaming at the idea of it, of not seeing Dew ever again, even from a distance. It could wait, whatever that was, he needed to make Dew hotter. He needed to make him burn again. He felt like he didn't have a choice, didn't know what to do, still angry, panicked now and running out of ideas. He let his flames wrap around Dew, slowly, careful to not touch him, not sink into him no matter how much he wanted to. Dew didn't even look at the fire, he was just shaking, hands curled on Swiss’ chest, eyes full of fear locked on Swiss, like he thought he would disappear from under him if he lost focus.

please I don't fucking know what to do you need to get hotter Dew

stay please for Copia for Aether for any reason I will take any reason just stay don't leave please 

Dew for fuck sake stop I would leave only if you wanted me to I'm right here

I didn't want to hurt you not in the forest not now I heard you screaming for me and I fuck why did I I thought I was so ashamed those weeks I was sure you were furious at me that you wanted me gone for what I said and I was so sure you're only here because of Lucifer so I tried being angry at you to stay sane without you I don’t feel fucking sane without you I reminded myself again and again that you didn't want to mate with me because you realized I’m just a broken fucked up Elemental a fucking lovesick tool in your plan anything to survive not being close to you and you already had Copia that Copia didn't want me because he had you why would he need a fucking abomination I felt sick whenever you looked at each other and then that fucking song you were supposed to be only mine and you were slipping from my fingers every day I was sure you hated me I couldn't even look at you without choking with fear I was so angry at myself so fucking scared all the time I was so sure you're just gonna leave me completely after that but if Copia if he loved me the same as he loves you you would have to be close to me still through him but it was all going wrong this song you looked so happy when you sung it and all I could think of was that your eternity is supposed to be mine about me with me not Copia not pack me what is wrong with me I was sure I lost you then I didn't even know how to beg for you anymore how to apologize it was so much felt too late already all those weeks and I panicked I didn’t I was so desperate for you at this point any form of you every time you kissed someone touched someone I was on them next second chasing your taste I fucking deluded myself for months that you're here because of me I hoped I begged Lucifer fuck I was doing anything I could to keep you close to me all the fucking time so it would feel real feel like you are here just for me just to be mine only fucking mine fucking infernal miracle just for me that I'm enough for you to ignore Lucifer and just be here for me my eternity my glorious angel looking at me like I truly matter with so much love it was making me delirious and you you and I fucked it up you were mine you were really mine only mine and I had to fuck it up I destroyed it all fuck it's too much I love you so much it feels like I'm losing my mind when I'm without you and I know I should do something with myself but I don't want to I just want more of you your every fucking moment here I just want for myself no one else touching you loving you just me I'm so sorry I don't want you to leave you can't leave I can't live without you

Swiss didn't want to be silent now, he wanted to respond, he needed to respond, but the sheer magnitude of what Dew told him left him petrified. The thought that Dew felt that way, the shame, the fear that he hid it through all those months, just hoping for something he already had, for Swiss love that was already his. That he didn't believe he deserved it. That their feelings, their fears, hidden, broken, were like fucked up mirror of each other at parts. That Dew saw himself as something less, thought that cursed rite made him less in any way. He didn't know where to start. Words never seemed as difficult as right now.

Dew fuck Dew you fucking idiot the moment I saw you it was all about you nothing changed nothing will ever change it why didn’t you talk to me one fucking word from you all those weeks all those months Satan I should have we should have talked I’m so fucking stupid I didn’t understand I didn’t fucking suspect Dew you are so perfect my untamed inferno my Flame I love every crack in you every scar they never made you less in any way I will kill them for it I swear to you I will but they never I’ve only ever took a step back from you so I wouldn’t hurt you I don’t want to be away from you I don’t want to belong to anyone else as much as I want to belong to you to worship you mated or fucking not I’m yours for eternity to come Dew if I have to love you harder I will if I have to worship you harder I will

Dew sounded like he could finally breathe with Swiss arms around him, choked whines catching in his throat making his body tremble. Satan, Swiss didn't even notice when he hugged him, it felt so right to hold him, to feel Dew's hands desperately clinging to him, if only they weren't still so cold. Swiss hugged him tighter, closer, more, more of him. Dew held him like he never wanted to let go. Swiss didn't want to let go either.

I don’t deserve it your love I know I don’t I fucked I fucked it all I just want you to want me please say you still want me it's enough you don't have to be I don't care if you’re not just mine I promise just make me yours please make me forget those weeks forget ever being anything but yours

Dew I belong to you I stayed here for you and I'm still here because of you I need you to know this I need you to understand that you are already mine every part of you is mine you will always be mine do you want me to remind you that so you will never forget again

yes please please make me yours break me remade me to be yours anything everything to be yours I'm so sorry 

Swiss was so fucking in love with him it hurt, how was it possible to love someone so much so fast, so utterly and hopelessly. To love every touch and every flame, every word, every smile, every spark glistening in the air when he laughed, sweet smell of smoke and faint taste of ocean salt on his tongue when they kissed. His wit, his humor, his sharp tongue, his passion, every divine moment when he looked at him with love in his eyes. How could he not make him his, more his, as much his as he could, hearing everything that Dew said, purge every doubt from him, destroy every whisper of fear about Swiss’ love for him. He would make him remember. He would give him what he so desperately needs right now. He would punish him and make him forever remember that he belongs to him. 

His fist hit the ground, earth below them rumbled, trees around them shone with sigils, little protection for the forest around them, Dew's eyes wide, hope in them, so much of it, hope and shame. Swiss couldn't wait, he just ripped off his own mask, first shadows came, taking away the light of day, then flames, wings taking the whole length of the clearing and Dew screamed in pain and shock, audible, loud, broken. He screamed but didn't move, panting, sobbing when pain changed to pleasure and back to pain again, waves of this mix ruthlessly crushing into him. Swiss reached for Dew's mask and Dew let him take it off, his fire darkened under Swiss touch, perfect flame stained with black burns. He kissed Dew and Dew whimpered into his mouth, a needy sweet sound, finally finally Swiss finally more, hands clinging to Swiss’ shoulders, bringing him closer despite the heat, teeth scraping against each other, spit dripping down their chins with sizzling sound.

more please more more more Satan please I need you so badly I missed you so badly I love you

Lucifer's not here my love it's only me always only me

Another scream escaped from Dew as Swiss sinked his fingers into his hips, pressing him closer to his chest, chains wrapping around Dew's arms forcing them together behind his back. The size difference was maddening, controlling himself enough to not just melt their fires together and actually remade Dew as his was maddening. He growled, low sound echoing through forest making Dew tremble, his tongue licking Swiss neck, sliding desperately into his mouth, ichor oozing from his burning legs right onto Swiss, begging, still begging, needing, wanting, please I'm sorry more. Swiss smiled, rows of teeth on full display, more of them than normal, sharper, deadly. Dew looked him in the eyes, no fear in them in front of the Wrath of Hell, just desperation. Just love.

I should take you like Copia did you really liked it don't you such a human way to claim someone maybe I should pound into you like an animal so rough and brutal you would forget about everyone but me

take me claim me bite me just you please I just want to feel you more of you all of you

I was so worried my fire would hurt you but you love this pain don’t you you can't get enough you moan so sweetly my little Flame but if I fuck you like that so boring so human you would never enjoy anyone else in you and we can't have that you need to have some fun playing with Copia but don't worry I will still break you Ember take everything you are for myself

He grabbed Dew by the throat, tight grasp keeping him in place, as Swiss’ tail, burning with lightless flame, impaled him straight through the middle of the chest in one brutal movement drawing another scream, voice hoarse already, so beautiful it made Swiss shiver. He licked the ichor dripping from the tip, sighing with pleasure at the taste, at the love in it. 

is it nice to feel me inside of you my love

yes Satan yes I can’t please

He moved his tail, slowly, ichor dripping from every vertebrae, every push, every retraction making Dew cry out till sobs became just whimpers, his back arched, head thrown back, Swiss’ tongue licking exposed throat. 

after all you do have a nice little hole for me to claim do you like it am I fulfilling your expectations

Dew just sobbed loudly, incoherent, eyes closed. Swiss’ name like a prayer in his mind, still begging for more, more pain, more pleasure, punishment or reward, it didn't matter. It took hours, just breaking him, every thought beside Swiss’ name abandoned, tail moving in him, faster, slower, relentlessly, burning him from inside. Just biting him, tasting every flame, kissing him, deep and sweet, delirious with need. Black fire leaving marks across his body as Swiss touched him, ecstatic to feel him so close, finally without the shadows, so perfect as Dew begged to be claimed, as Swiss whispered little praises to him, little sweet nothings filled with adoration. All those weeks seemed like eternity to catch up to and Dew cried for every second they spent without each other, ichor dripping down his cheeks. Swiss chuckled. Elemental crying. What fun little traits they were picking from humans and how sweet those ichor tears tasted on his tongue. He didn't want to stop. He wanted to keep Dew like that forever. He felt in Dew’s very essence, in every drop of ichor that he wanted that too. He could barely take it, his fires more unruly with every second, forest started to burn despite his magic, they should be one, they need to be one, now, right now, he missed him so much, he couldn’t think straight when Dew looked at him like that. It felt like pure agony, making himself focus back, remembering the stone circle. That was enough. What they had was enough. He needed… he needed more Dew to focus, somehow.

you did so good Love my perfect little Flame would you like to sink those teeth into me as a reward

YES

Swiss smiled, not an ounce of fervor missing from Dew, no matter how much pain or pleasure he experienced, always demanding more. He retraced his tail, took away his chains and Dew's body limped forward for a moment, trembling, used and tired, but it took him just a second to bite deep into Swiss’ throat, ichor pouring out from his mouth down their chests, Dew drinking it with bliss, purring and nuzzling into the wound he made, every drop full of Swiss’ love for him, every drop savored, tasting like salvation on Dew's tongue.

“I love you, Dew.”

Dew laughed into his neck, overjoyed, ecstatic, hearing Swiss’ voice, his name, for him, only for him, with so much love, kissing Swiss, and it must have burned him, but he didn't stop, drinking those words from lips that had said them. Swiss slowly let his shadow come back, enveloping him, making his form more familiar again, easier to control. Dew looked at him, his eyes half closed in pleasure, full of love and fire as they were face to face again. His body was covered in dark burns, some of them healing faster, fire brightening back into proper color, into perfect blue hues Swiss loved. Swiss looked at those stubborn wounds, one left by his tail, others by his fingers and teeth.

don't move little Ember some magic and you will be like new

no please leave it it will heal on its own fuck it hurts so good

mmm still may have overdid it a bit what do you think

oh no you fucker moment I heal we are doing this again fuck I forgot my name in the middle I needed this so badly I needed you so badly

of course you would want more you lunatic always anything for you oh and Dew

yes

never ever do this again you're mad at me something going on you have doubts we talk we fight I don't know bite me slash my throat cut of my tail scream at me I don't care just not this I can't fuck just not again please

never again I fucked so badly I can't I 

forgiven forgotten fuck it we need to go rehearsal can you stand Ember

I manage just please just a minute

Dew hugged him, his head on Swiss’ shoulder, little licks dancing on Swiss’ neck, tasting the ichor left from the wound, Swiss’ arms around his waist, minutes melting, one into five, five into fifteen, fifteen into thirty, neither of them willing to let go.

he really loves you you know Copia

maybe

you love him too

maybe

I'm happy he does

mhm

but you are still mine always be mine please I know I said before I fucking lied I'm sorry I need you to be mine

I am and I will be Dew forever yours

good

—**—

Rehearsal went, well, it was hard to tell. They were late, of course. Very late. Ghouls were, to put it lightly, tense and it didn't seem like their late arrival was the only reason. Swiss felt eyes on him but wasn't sure how to address the room. He decided to start from the top, standing next to Copia. They were both silent, what an awkward situation that was. He had no idea what to expect, saying he was difficult those last days was like saying nothing. He went for a lick. A little familiar lick on Copia's nose, something so theirs at this point and that broke through the awkwardness, Copia suddenly on him, kissing his mask, kissing him, so many feelings and emotions, unnecessary sorry, desperate miss you, scared love you. Swiss hugged him, his own want flowing through, unable to contain it. Dew looked happy when Swiss catched his eyes, some fear he saw there before, one he didn't understand previously, disappeared. After that rehearsal went as always, as before, correct – Swiss molesting his mike stand, Copia blushing, Dew finding reasons to get closer, to look at him, so much love and hunger in his eyes. There was still something in the air, Ghouls still tense. Late afternoon creeped on them faster than Swiss suspected. Against himself he felt a pang of uneasiness when they had to teleport to the Pit, an image of the wall, covered in ichor, unmoving flashed in his mind, but before he could focus on that Dew grabbed his hand, tight and sure.

never again I swear

I know

Pit looked… Swiss needed a moment to take it all in. Then he just hid his face in hands for a good, long minute. He didn't know where to start. Those churches they had destroyed months ago probably looked better than this. Dew at least had the decency to look guilty. He and other Ghouls. Scratch that, that was understatement. More than understatement even – Ghouls looked wrecked and he vaguely understood that it wasn't only about the state of the Pit. Aether wasn't even looking at him, eyes glued to the floor, hands curled into fists. Swiss decided to start with the space around them. He tapped the ground with his feet, with a smile looking as the floor cleaned itself, all the rubble and trashed pieces of furniture and plants vanishing. He worked for a moment in heavy silence, mask still on, Ghouls behind him. He stole another two couches, both from followers of the Witch so he didn't feel bad about it, same with the TVs, bigger than their last ones, long overdue update, fuck consequences. He looked at broken instruments, they needed to buy more, physically buy not borrow from the room upstairs. Dew was on his third guitar, two strats broken in a matter of a week. Depressing.

Just to feel better he changed the color of the walls to deep green, added a nice, big poster to the wall, bold, red letters on white canvas – ‘IF YOU EVER DESTROY PIT AGAIN I WILL PERSONALLY SEND YOUR ASSES TO HEAVEN”. Nice, calming touch, desperately needed here. For now he put off remaking the nest. That may be a hassle, starting from the beginning, picking some nice things. Finally he put one, singular pot of basil in the corner and walked back to still very motionless Ghouls.

now that we are done with this disaster we can relax and

Cumulus was on him the next moment, arms wrapped around him, his whole form instantly covered in condensation. He looked at Dew above her shoulder, seeking some support in whatever was happening, but Dew stood behind the Ghouls not looking at Swiss, quiet, withdrawn. Swiss decided to just vibe with it and kissed Cumulus' head lightly, hugging her back.

hello to you too gorgeo-

I'm so sorry

Yeah, okay, so that was happening. Swiss really didn't expect that, he got a good collection of apologies from Dew, enough to fill the whole Pit with them, he was sort of hoping for a movie night, finally back with his pack. Sure, what could a few more apologies do. He smiled softly.

thank you accepted I think I mean I don't blame you any of you just so we

no no I never should have let it came to this Swiss I heard you wailing screaming outside the Pit and none of us do anything I didn't do anything

okay I run on high emotions I didn't want to wake you all up

stop joking about this I felt your pain we all did

Swiss sigh, smile dropped from his lips. He looked at Ghouls, at Cumulus, still holding him in a tight hug. He stroked her back slowly. Apparently he couldn't jester his way out of this situation.

I know I was in a bad state I was breaking and you all did nothing but it wasn't your place to do something what happened was mine to live through

that's what I'm talking about you are part of this pack this shouldn't have ever happen none of us wanted to see you suffer like this I didn't want to see you suffer like that

yes it wasn't a particularly good moment and I'm partially at fault

you are not at fault for what Dewdrop did it will never happen again look at us Swiss is this what pack leader does letting his family fear about their pack mate for DAYS 

okay I understand and I'm sorry you shouldn't be catched in the middle of that but Cumulus he made a mistake he never once failed this pack before things happen sometimes

he doesn't get to make mistakes like this did he thought for a moment what did it felt like for another angel here did he and Aether even think about you where were you what's happening with you the wave of pain I felt when you were coming to the rehearsals they didn't even come to the Pit spending days and nights with Copia what kind of leader does that

let's take a step back you talk about us here Cumulus me and you we survived worse I am not going to fight over the fact that Dew needs to sort some stuff in his head sure but it was a mistake high emotions not enough communication we talked about it and

good leaders don't make mistakes

debatable but come on mistakes happen I know that better than anyone really and I forgave him and you should give him a chance and hear

Cumulus let go of him not letting him finish, her focus instantly shifting to Dew, just standing there, no smoke, no fire. Resignation. He expected this to happen. 

you are not fit to be a leader Dewdrop I'm challenging your position and I will win

I know I'm not going to fight you

Swiss felt instantly cold. Flashback like a fucking thunder rumbling through his mind. Heaven, desperation, conflicts, pleading, so many mistakes, so many decisions he had to make, decisions he didn't make fast enough, forgiveness he had to work for after, lives his hesitance took before he became what he needed to become. He has been here before, a situation so similar it was sickening, choices he never wanted to make again. He went through this before. He was stalling then, even knowing the correct route. He would not do this again. He would never ever go through this again. He learned his lesson. It was enough the first time. He went through enough. He. Had.

ENOUGH

His voice roared through the room, the whole Ministry trembling with it. Ghouls stumbled, all of them shaken. He didn't even have to take off his mask, his shadows looming above all of them, temperature skyrocketing. They wanted him serious, he will be serious. 

STEP BACK CUMULUS BECAUSE IF YOU WANT TO FIGHT I WILL FIGHT FOR HIM

Swiss stop it's not she's right I never should have been a

he's giving it up willingly we all know it's for the best you know I will be a better leader

YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT LEADING MISTAKE OF A GOOD LEADER IS A THING THAT COULD BE FORGIVEN ARROGANCE OF AN INEXPERIENCED ONE IS NOT

I'm an angel I'm sure I have more experience than a fucking Elemental

CHOOSE YOUR WORDS CAREFULLY YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT MY MATE YOU MAYBE ARE MY KIN BUT HE BELONGS TO ME AND THIS IS THE END OF THIS DISCUSSION

Swiss you can't be serious you aren't even mated

Fire burned in his eyes, deadly, lightless, the Pit filled with the smell of burning metal and brimstone as he looked at her with a tiled head, daring to repeat it. She felt that look at the very core of her.

did i stutter

no I didn't mean it like that I

He took a second, letting his anger settle. He knew voice of an angel, voice of Wrath used like that was basically a torture device against others, angels as much as Elementals, they were all trembling, sigils on the walls of the Pit were wavering. He needed a sincere change of mind, the same way he needed back then. He gently rested his hands on Cumulus' shoulders and she looked at him with desperation. 

Cumulus I know angels I know what we are and none of us are good enough to be a head of a pack head of a family we are as broken as our maker we can lead others to their death but we can't be what this pack needs support direction love we don't do that dear it's not that kind of war

but

I know you know this this is not a role for us even with Cirrus you didn't join a pack in Hell you wanted independency wanted to finally be free of expectations wanted to be loved as you as every fallen angels do and look Dew was cursed with two angels in his pack cursed with me pinning after him a fucking torment really and he made us feel at home he made us belong Cumulus us father's greatest fuck-ups he slipped up but all this shit is new for any of us

I Swiss I know you're right I just I know how much you suffered before

and look I did my part at leading and it left me broken and insane because we lead like we're alone against the world and that's not what a pack is not what family is but we can't stop it right you don't want that for yourself it will haunt you your every mistake you will feel alone Cumulus alone against everything please believe me because it would happen be happy belonging and being loved not fighting for a role you don't even want let yourself be part of something with all its hiccups in the middle

Satan okay I trust you I always trust you and I do trust Dew that was fuck that was just a lot

I know you were afraid about me I know all of you were but I stand with what I said Dew is the leader of this pack for me a great one at that although he needs this family a lot right now plus I really did forgive him and I take my share of responsibility for what happened want to be mad at someone be mad at me I can stay in the boiler room for the next month if you all want

NO don't you dare

Well, that was a choir of Ghouls that made Swiss smile. They still looked guilty, but they stood closer, waiting for something. 

aw you all missed me look at you where is my portion of welcome kisses

He was joking, trying to lighten up the mood, but apparently this was precisely what was happening. The pack was on him in an instant, kissing, licking, biting, due to growing demand he had to take off his mask, just so he would have more space for this showcase of love and a random bite on the tail from Rain. He responded in kind, hugging back, his tongue flickering, crushing Delta in his arms, letting himself be crushed in Mountain's. Ghoul after Ghoul, everyone needed a moment, a minute to make him feel loved and he did. When they gave him space his mind went instantly to interior design again, in some way at least. Bigger, better. Now that everything was fine he could finally relax. Well, relax. He was never relaxed. 

can you all chose some movie so we can chill I just need a minute this room was on my mind for weeks now if I don't change the flooring there I may actually perish I'm sorry

okay we need to put him on some form of medication this is getting ridiculous

Swiss flipped Rain and disappeared behind the door. Actually he was overwhelmed. Actually he was on the verge of a nice waterfall of happy tears, and he ain't gonna cry gold in front of his pack, he wasn’t that insane. He needed distraction so he went for disobedience. He decided on adding a weak point into the veil. Little crawling hole. Was it a good idea? No. Was it a terrible, fucked up idea? Yes, absolutely. Did he believe Dew would never lock him out again? Of course. It wouldn’t be a crawl-in hole, it would be a crawl-out hole. For no particular reason he was really in the mood to kill the Witch and her entourage and someone may want to prevent him from doing it by, say, locking him in the Pit. Fuck, the pros of destroying her were slowly winning against the cons. 

He was sitting on a bed, rotating a sigil like a little carousel trying to better figure out what else it may need when the door swung open, hitting the wall. Next thing he saw was Dew, thrown inside with force, head first, landing on his knees, cursing loudly. Aether stood in the door frame, his whole form zapping with electricity, barely holding on before he shut the door close and took off his mask. Swiss saw Dew trying to stand up, but Aether had none of it, holding him down by the nape of his neck, keeping him in place.

I have fucking enough of it Dewdrop you are staying like that until I give you a fucking permission to move

fuck Aeth I’m sorry I just

you are apologizing to me really Dew I don’t want your apology I'm not the one you need to apologize to

Aether looked at Swiss who was still sitting on the bed, the sigil forgotten, eyeing the situation confused, not really sure what to do or say. Dew wasn't looking at him, his eyes transfixed on the bed frame.

Swiss I'm sorry for barging in I'm so sorry for everything for everything that happened for everything I let happen and I will apologise properly but right now I'm just so done with Dew's shit if he thinks that few lousy sorries on his part would be enough for the Pit for the fucking forest after Copia he is gravely mistaken

Aeth hey everything’s okay it's okay between us you don't have to apologize for anything and it's okay between me and Dew we really did talk we really did clear things up you were so right about that and about what he said after you saved Copia it was objectively true I don’t have problem with it there's nothing to apologize for

Dew looked like Swiss just slapped him, hard, with an open palm across his face. Like he didn't even suspect that after their talk Swiss still thought that way about himself. He finally looked at Swiss and Swiss saw shame in his eyes. Fuck, Swiss wasn't sure what was going on. Aether looked furious. 

not only he spat some shit at you without second fucking thought you believed him is this what you wanted Dewdrop are you fucking happy now

no fuck no it wasn't true none of it was true I was just angry Swiss please I'm sorry I don't know why I said that

because recently you don't fucking think Dew what would happen if Swiss decided that after your tantrum in the forest he's done with any of us did you thought about that Dewdrop

hey I wouldn't

shut up grow a fucking spine Swiss because you should be angry enough to do it I'm fucking surprised you didn't leave his sorry ass the second he started to insult you and then fucking Pit happened for fuck sake

but I did nothing back then Aeth I am useless when things are really breaking I was always like this

Aether looked like he was contemplating how to shake Swiss like a puppet without letting go of Dew in the meantime. Dew looked more and more panicked, only Aeth hand holding him in place, holding him from crawling to Swiss and begging for forgiveness all over again. Swiss was lost. There wasn't anything to beg for anymore, Swiss was happy with the apology he got, even that seemed like a little too much.

Swiss we wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for you did you forget about that Copia's love Pit changing from cage to home us in the Ministry us fucking happy for once for once feeling safe none of this would fucking happen do you hear me Dew not a single fucking thing Copia would die drunk in his room one night and we would find out during the rehearsal from the Witch while she presents us with some new fucker if she wasn’t planning on destroying us altogether if Copia died

Swiss saw the precise moment when it hit Dew, every word harder and harder. Things he didn't even consider, things he started to take for granted, things he learned to love so badly he forgot what existing felt like before, warmth and devotion, of Copia, of Swiss becoming so obvious and ever-present that the past without them seemed more like a distant nightmare. However sorry he was before it was quickly building into more.

I didn't 

you forgot huh Dewdrop forgot the fear the bare cave forgot longing for Copia always out of our reach forgot what it's like to not have a fucking useless angel I still can't belive you fucking said that about your mate Satan help me on every snap of your fingers forgot what it feels like to not be loved by him I will fucking remind you until you fucking beg for it like you should every fucking day

Aeth what are you

you are staying on your knees and you won't fucking move from them Dewdrop I will give you a proper fucking punishment

Swiss was ready to say something but Aeth was on him already, hand cupping his cheek, kissing Swiss with such tenderness it made him dizzy all over again. 

Swiss focus on me for a moment please please just let me say sorry my own way 

Aeth it's

I love you I love you so much for a moment just please think about yourself let me take care of you

Swiss felt some tension in his body subduing at those words, at Aether's touch, so delicate, so loving, quintessence seeping in, calming his mind, fighting with the constant storm in it. Fuck, he was so tense for such a long time, it felt painful to let go even a portion of that, being tense felt like having control. Aether was in no rush, their lips brushing against each other, Aeth's fingers slowly caressing Swiss’ waist. Swiss felt like he was losing his mind in some way, like his whole essence was fighting with him when he tried to relax, fighting against quintessence and tenderness. His hands clinged to Aether’s back, tight, tighter, desperate even, silent plea for more and Aeth gave him just that. 

my beautiful Swiss let me love you let me show you how grateful I am how amazing you are to me let me take care of you

Their kiss was changing into more, more love, more hunger, more teeth. Swiss let himself be guided by Aeth, tilting his head on slightest touch, quiet noises escaping him when lips moved to his jaw, kissing, biting lightly, sliding to his neck. He moved slightly and Aeth took an invitation straddling his lap, so close there was barely any space between them and it was perfect, he wanted him so close, even closer than that, slowly melting some pain from his whole being. 

it feels so good you feel so good please don't stop I love you

I won't stop my infernal miracle my beautiful angel

There was a high pitched scratch of metal, Dew's claws gripping the bed frame. Swiss was too focused on the feeling of Aeth's tongue, on his fingers scraping one of the horns to even register it. Aether bit into his shoulder, still so tender, just a shallow cut, licking drops of ichor blooming from it before going back to kiss Swiss, tasting like him, metallic and sharp with rich sweetness making Aether shiver.

fuck you always taste divine Swiss Copia has this memory of spiced chocolate he loved so hot on your tongue so incredibly sweet and you taste almost like that just so much better I can't get enough of you

Some desperate sound escaped Dew's throat, bed frame bending under his hands. He was the only one still masked in the room, just watching, ashamed and distraught, too many words he wanted to say leaving him stumbling. 

Aeth please I need him let me

Aether didn't even acknowledge him, just making Swiss lay down, guiding touch, delicate grip. Tender kisses, shallow cuts immediately followed but soft licks, not a drop of ichor wasted. 

is there anything you need what would bring you comfort right now

please make me not think for a second this constant screaming is driving me insane

It truly was what he wanted, to not think. About himself, his fuck-ups, Copia, possible timelines, Lucifer, heaven, Hell. Never about victories, always about failures. Even now, when he felt he was finally standing on firm ground with his relationship with Dew he mostly thought that it was his fault that it came to what happened. He should be one on the ground getting a punishment. Aether read him like an open book. 

I can't take away your pain but I can promise you that you atoned for any situations you see as your failures you can let go let them be in the past forgive yourself let yourself rest

I'm so tired inside Aeth how am I so tired

of course you’re tired it took you a really long time to get home Love but you are finally here your final destination you will never be alone again

I don't know what home feels like Aeth

I will show you I'm so desperate to know you better Swiss let me learn you

Swiss felt a tug, not as sharp as what he felt when Dew did it but so unmistakable, his whole form shivering. Aether moved his fingers, without pressure, the chain in his hand slithering freely, in and out of Swiss in a never-ending movement. Aether slowly ran his tongue across it and Swiss moaned, broken sound not far from sob. There was a loud metallic snap when the bed frame broke under Dew's hands.

no not this please let me please let me love him I love him his mine Aeth it hurts you can't do this to me

The room was filled with smoke, so much of it it felt like it's gonna burst in the seams. Aether didn't pay attention to it, and his fingers and tongue did a beautiful job at making Swiss so focus on them that he couldn't concentrate on anything else. 

it doesn't hurt you when I do that right can't imagine what it feels like

it's just fuck touch feels less muted than my shadows they're just a cover this is

that's amazing I want you to feel me fully

Swiss was kissed again and again, little tugs on his chain making him gasp into the kiss, feeling of cold liquid quintessence dripping slowly down the links, sinking into him, Aether whispers, praises upon praises. Every time Swiss tried to protest, Aether just praised him more. Loved him more. Every time Swiss tried to protest, Dew whimpered in pain. 

Swiss lost track of time. Could've been minutes, could've been years. His body relaxed fully by the end, pliant in Aether’s hands, tender and carrying the whole time. His mind was buzzing with love, with every soft word, every adoring whisper. Aether was licking last drops of ichor from little love bites he left on Swiss’ neck and Swiss was trying to not fold himself like a piece of paper when he sat up. Then, and only then, Aether looked at Dew again. 

come here

Swiss really thought Dew would show him middle finger and just walk out but he was on the bed in an instant. Aether slowly reached for him and took off his mask smiling when he saw all the black spots on his body. 

you two really had fun huh would love to see what that feels like one day what do you think Swiss

what raw burned wounds you are both crazy I'm starting to feel like a normal one here

Dew was just looking at him, his whole form seemed unstable to say the least, not fully shivering, more like it was ready to give up on him, let fire consume them all. Aether grabbed Dew’s face, much more delicately than before, making him look his way. 

I love you more than anything Dew but if you fuck it up again and he leaves I'm not going to gather your broken pieces from the floor do you understand

yes

can you two be less serious about this for fuck sake

They both look at him like he was back to being the insane one. That didn't take long, nice when it lasted. 

I'm going to do a little Pit sweep take the phone from Mountain before he max Copia's credit card on plants again and you two talk 

there was so much talking already come on

Swiss next time you're gonna be the one on the knees if you don't behave

talking it is this is not the type of wrath I'm willing to face

oh you will change you mind I can make it feel really good for you

Swiss cursed quietly as Aether disappeared from the room laughing. They were left alone and Swiss was kissing Dew before he could ever consider talking. Dew scraped his shadows with his claws, his legs around Swiss waist, tail pressing on Swiss’ back keeping them closer, like he desperately tried to hide himself in Swiss, sink into his body, far beyond mating, just becoming part of him. 

mine

always Love sharing me won't change that

I know I know fuck I know I just don't want to share you fucking sue me

good to know nothing can break my favourite parts of you I was worried for a second

not this nothing can break this and it’s well it’s not the first punishment I got from Aeth believe it or not

no could it be no wonder he has so much experience with brat taming

the fuck did you just call me

It almost sounded convincing, the offence in Dew's voice, but the cracking of wood in the air, the little bonfire sparks around them, the smell of leaves and fresh branches burning in the fire was so distinct that Swiss could only start to laugh. Dew looked around them, eyes wide in wonder suddenly. The air was shimmering around them, darkness speckled with brilliant light, but this time it didn't stop after a few seconds, it just lingered. 

never stop fuck never stop laughing like that

I won't if you like it

fuck like it I love it how are

just out of curiosity when was the first time Aether need to you know

first week when he was summoned maybe two days after we mated

of course oh that's good I'll spoil you and he will keep you in check I'll give you whole universe and he will keep you steady on Earth and sometimes we will switch so you won't know what hit you

fuck stop

what does it makes you all tingly to think about it imagination running wild from being worshiped in one moment to begging on your knees for a touch in another

you are fucking insane don't do this to me right now

don't act like you just found out I told you this many times now you're stuck with me with my devotion my touch and my fire and you love it

His tongue slowly slid between them, and teasingly flicked the still not fully closed hole in Dew's chest left earlier by the tail. What fun it was that it was healing so slowly, there was still enough space to slither inside and Dew quickly burned in beautiful blue hues, his claws digging into Swiss’ shoulder, trying to stabilize himself. Swiss took back his tongue after just a second and smiled nicely. 

but alas we need to talk would you prefer to start with the fact that Copia is rubbing his humanity on us or 

I think I need to go for a walk reconsider my life choices find less insane mates

what done with me already

fucker I'm going to put leash on you you leave my line of sight for more than ten minutes and I'm burning this place down pack will have a bonfire Copia will make us smores

Swiss laughed at this beautiful image of a burned Ministry with Witch in it preferably, all of them having a happy little picnic on the ruins. He tilted his head when he noticed Dew looking much more serious that moment before.

Swiss I'm sorry

okay we were here before what's

no Swiss I'm serious Aeth is right I didn't even consider I never thought you would fuck why are words so hard how humans do it how you do it 

stumbling around mostly Dew it's okay

it's not it's really not you really thought I meant that what I said in the forest you thought I meant that because you already thought that about yourself how is this okay

I have a very stable picture of myself for someone who's so unstable

I don't want you to think about yourself that way I don't want to be part of the reason you do I don't want you looking at me when I feel nothing but fucking love for you and hear shit I said when I felt angry you will always be perfect to me I don't know how I'm so fucking ashamed I will never

but I am broken I will always be you don't have to feel guilty for what you said I forgive you for everything don't worry about it please

I don't want forgiveness it's not about me I want you to understand I never it was never supposed to I wanted fuck just fuck words

Swiss didn't have a proper time to react before Dew just shoved his hand into Swiss’ mouth, grabbed his jaw and forced it close with one powerful move. Ichor gushed from the severed fingers and Swiss had to blink a few times, just digesting what was now flooding his mind. It felt almost surreal how much that short exchange in the circle was eating Dew up, the amount of shame he felt about it. If this whole situation wasn't as serious as it was, Dew wouldn't last even the second it took to teleport before apologizing, distraught and angry at himself. Even now the main thing that was constantly echoing in Swiss’ mind was I'm sorry. 

I'm going to spit those fingers back at you

fucking try Swiss we are both fuck ups in some way we are both broken in some way we know that and our pack knows that fuck I can't believe I'm gonna say it Aeth’s gonna be so proud but we both deserve to be loved we will never fucking heal without it and if you accept it maybe I can too

what in emotional growth is going on

Swiss

I'm sorry I'm actually extremely scared right now and it feels like I should be joking to keep sane so the concept of deserving love or healing won't feel so 

So terrifying was what he wanted to say, but he felt fear scrambling his mind and he just looked into Dew's eyes, pleading. Dew cupped his cheek, soft, tender touch making Swiss tremble all over again. He was always vulnerable in face of tenderness, even more when it came from Dew. 

you deserve being loved Swiss by me by Aeth by the pack and by Copia and we do love you I love you

okay okay okay I okay but only if you accept that you deserve it too that they love you all of you I love all of you I'm not doing this fuckery alone

okay that's a deal

well awesome pleasure doing business with you

Dew burst into laughter, still so close to Swiss and Swiss couldn't stop himself from kissing that laughter from his lips like the sweetest thing he ever tasted. 

happy we figured it out we are so good at talking Swiss

Ember you can still call me Pet you know that right you hold to that Swiss for dear life I can see you itch to ditch it

It didn't feel correct to

Dew I'm yours and I like when you call me Pet makes me want to go on that leash more

The smile Dew gave him in response was almost sheepish and Swiss was melting like an ice cube in the desert. He missed him so much, every part and every flame, he felt so hot inside being near him he could dry the Atlantic in a blink. Kissing him was a necessity at this point, he needed it more than human needed air.

I still love you more than anyone just to be clear Pet

oh so it's a competition now 

yes and I'm winning more than ever you can love them back but you are mine

am I at least on the third place or is Rain winning with me

yeah sure sure you can have the third place sure that's yeah that's sounds about right sure anyway more talking right

Swiss groaned into the kiss, biting Dew's lower lip. Why was talking never-ending when it started? They did have a lot more to talk about though. He should do some sort of checklist. 

so what's next on the agenda my fierce leader 

fuck I think Copia is

that's a heavy topic isn't it and not only ours

no shit I don't want to leave yet maybe let's do something else

Witch could also be topic

okay no we are going fuck her

Dew jumped from his lap extending hand to him and he took it, not willing to let go. Dew wasn't letting go either, just squeezed it harder. Fuck, even that made Swiss melt a little. 

The Pit was way less somber now, when they left the room. Aether was negotiating with Mountain and Ivy the amount of plants that seemed appropriate for main space and won't eat the whole Pit again; Rain, Cirrus and Ifrit were fighting over what movie to watch next – apparently they went through one waiting for Swiss to come back and now they couldn't decide on the follow-up choice. Cumulus was helping Delta gather miserable remains of the nest and if not for the talk ahead of them Swiss would spread through Ministry like a fucking plague stealing shit left and right. That had to wait. 

okay everyone on the couches 

I don't think couches will fit everyone

we are nestless Pet it's either couches or wall under your new affirmation poster

for fuck sake okay a minute

So nevermind, it couldn't wait. For a moment the Pit drowned in darkness, deep and unnerving one, inhaling any lights on its way. Swiss needed to do a thorough sweep of the Ministry and he wasn't willing to do it slowly, using the remaining night as his cover. It was less than a minute, barely twenty seconds actually. There wasn't a room, a laundry closet, a wardrobe he didn't sift through like a madman on an equally mad mission giving few people persistent nightmares by accident. The nest was full again, nicely arranged, a pillow or two stolen directly from Copia for a better effect. He also stole a t-shirt from Mary, just for shits and giggles. It took a fucking blink before Dew sniffed it out, holding it in two fingers like biological threat to the Pit and, looking Swiss in the eyes, burned it to ash. That's another topic for later, maybe, mostly for Swiss, as it made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Fuck, he should talk with himself first and foremost. For now Swiss, per his old tradition of claiming the nest first, plopped on the pillow stretching his limbs. This time he wasn't left alone, wishing to belong. Aether was by his side, Cumulus on the other, Dew between his legs propping his head on Swiss’ bended knee. Ghouls quickly found their spots, close and comforting, bodies touching. Swiss sigh with content. His pack. His family. 

They needed to talk about the newest addition. 

are we starting with personal problems Copia or grand overarching-theme Copia

which one will be easier cause both have a vibe of a long snail paced conversations with no resolution

Rain wasn't wrong, both of them had been hanging above their heads for a good long while now, Copia-in-the-Pit incident only complicated things further. They were ignoring the persistent need to talk about it as stubbornly as Dew and Swiss ignored talking with each other about important shit. Now they couldn't put it off any longer. Dew sighed, the decision was on him. 

let's start with personal get this out of the way

are we starting with someone specific or we vote for the unfortunate fucker

you know what Pet you spoke we start with you

Swiss pouted and put a pillow on his head. Not that it changed anything, couldn't really smother himself with it. He wanted and he tried before Cumulus just blew it from his hands.

rude okay more talking for me what a treat so I am in an unfortunate position of how do I put it so it will sounds right

Swiss thinks Copia loves him because he's an angel which to be honest sounds a lot like bullshit

I mean Aeth's right didn't see Copia drooling over Cumulus no offense 

Cumulus looked at Swiss with an unspecified look of either I can't help you here or how deep you want this hole to be dug. Swiss didn't want a hole, it was supposed to be honesty hour, he didn't want to pop up with lies in the first minute. He, once again, had to jump out with some personal information and he wasn't particularly happy about it. He knew that the current stance in the Pit was that Cumulus was the strongest among them, embodiment of hurricane. It may be crumbling after confrontation earlier but he felt it still being there. 

so it's maybe and I'm not saying it is but it's maybe related to the fact that I am of slightly higher order than our beautiful Cumulus here

wait sorry the fuck

Dew snapped his head towards him, all Ghouls did. So it was still a surprise, bigger than he suspected. Excellent. Amazing. He shall now derail the discussion, or maybe more precisely, rail it back onto correct tracks and stay there.

yeah so Lucifer's light in Copia reacts to me a little bit more 

what fucking order are you what

so I'm pretty sure that Copia's feelings for me are coming from that and I'm super okay with that it's sort of unsolvable problem so can't do a lot next topic

no no we are staying here for a moment order aside we will come back to that for sure 

okay so what's left if we are willing to let that part slide

Aether propped himself on one elbow looking at Swiss up close and Swiss had a deep need to take a crawling step back. All he could do was propped himself on his elbows.

Copia loves you Swiss

yeah I just said why

Copia loves you because however pathetic it will sound you were the first being to actually pay attention to him

hey he was a little desperate but he had you all and 

Swiss that man was so incredibly lonely and terrified of his shadow before you appeared it was devastating to watch and we were too scared to do anything even if we hopelessly wanted to you were first first of his summons first to open our way to Copia

but Lucifer's

Aeth smiled softly when Mountain hit the back of Swiss’ head. Again, rude. Why is everybody so rude today?

none of us are sure how Lucifer's light works with relation to angels Swiss except you and Cumulus but we do know Copia maybe it did something as you are saying maybe it let him warm up to you faster but it isn't clouding his feelings nor it is replacing them 

yeah okay Mount fun theory where is evidence for it

if in theory it overrides his other feelings or lack of feelings as you see it wouldn't he jump you the very second you appeared why would it take what a month and a bit and a move on your part for him to reach for that love

come on this man has crippling anxiety

exactly he has crippling anxiety but he also has free will how could that Light override it you’re saying it is so powerful it's tricking him into loving you against it

Swiss felt like he just got a bucket full of cold water thrown into his face. He was searching for an explanation but it just wasn't there. Silence stretched, everybody politely waiting for Swiss to come to some conclusions. Cumulus was rubbing his back. 

I need to rethink few things if it's okay with you all I think I'm having a very intense day today

sure think away but you are staying here so that's personal problems for us let's move to

what no no we aren't fucking finished on me there's still you and Aether

Both singled out Ghouls looked at him confused. Swiss lost his marbles for a second, looking at them bewildered. 

what we are not picking up the Ghouls love Copia like family but Dewdrop and Aether love Copia like a mate material

don't call me Dewdrop

I'm sorry stop trying to fry me it was to make a point can we stay on the topic you flaming fucker

better I will take that also what topic all Ghouls love Copia everyone here had sex or something with him

Swiss looked at Dew, then at Aether, then back at Dew dumbfounded. Nothing was clicking for them. He felt like he entered the Twilight Zone. 

since fucking when human sex is equivalent to mating for us for Elementals

since well it isn't but it is for Copia

Copia likes it sure but it's not why am I explaining this what am I even explain oh Satan we are going into overarching theme Copia in one go Dew Aether my favourite lovebugs what you are feeling is what humans call romantic love yeah right we are following so more like I love my mate than I love my pack

Swiss Copia is part of the pack especially now we all love him equally thats how that works

Swiss looked at the ceiling for a long moment, following blinking stars with his eyes. They just had that conversation about him, a second ago, what do they think he was talking about? How could he not be insane in this fucking asylum. 

Dew do you love me

yes what the fuck we talked about

okay good Dew do you love Rain the same as you love me or Aeth sorry for bringing you into this Rain

fuck no he's part of my pack he's not you

okay fun Dew do you love Copia more like you love us or more like you love Rain really think about it Aeth you too both of you really rotate this thought in your minds

The silence that came next was palpable. Swiss let it hang for a good minute or two, just really let it set in for all of them. 

okay so we have this realised 

what the fuck

or we are still realizing that's also good brings me to another point since Dew and Aeth are incapacitated how do I guys sorry for asking but what the fuck is love and where did it come from Cumulus this question isn't for us

what do you mean isn't for oh oh fuck you're right

Swiss knew it was a hard question. He knew the answer but the question itself was hard. Ghouls were looking between each other, not sure what exactly the question was about. Of course they didn't. Love was love and love came from, well, it just was. He could see that train of thoughts in all of them. He decided to reformulate the question, now that the current one confused them enough. 

let me offer you a new take on this puzzle since when Elementals love

since fucking since wait what 

since Earth my Flame your answer is since Earth more precisely since Copia I'm not counting Cirrus she was contaminated with Cumulus back in Hell 

what is this choice of words Swiss

I'm sorry stop zapping me any-fucking-way or not I will give you all a moment Dew do you need a hug

Dew did need a hug, more precisely he just flopped on Swiss and Swiss accepted his job of stroking Dew's chest for the next hour, his second hand holding equally confused Aether close. An hour. It took an hour of random what and but coming from Ghouls around them. Swiss and Cumulus talked about winter sports in the meantime. Dew finally snapped out of it, partially at least.

how is this possible I don't it feels like 

like it was always there the whole time yeah it does that now you're Elementals who understand love isn't that nice

what about you where you

nope father installed love in his angels when he made us liked that concept so much he put it into humans too but it's a virus apparently and you got infected

Swiss stop talking about love like it's infectious disease

stop zapping me okay if we are all back in this room let me I mean I don't fully understand how that happened I really think it's exposure like I told Dew Elementals have that connection thing deep need to form a pack deep need to be one angels usually don't we have love that's why we usually just sort of go into relationships for lack of a better word

so you knew we were somewhat changed when you came here

I vaguely suspected something was weird first day in the Pit when you showed me Copia in your memories and you recognized his love as well love but I wasn't sure till Dew actually said it to me and listen back then I was straight up deliriously euphoric about reciprocated feelings still am to be honest I wasn't thinking much where it came from

but you think it's Copia

I think it's Copia

because he's an antichrist

this term is I hate it why does it exist but yeah I think so

They all went back to being more or less silent after that, just together, tightly pressed to each other, tighter than before, no space between them all, silly little nonsense in quiet conversations, feelings shared without need for words. It was enough for one day, lots to rethink. Talking, new information, world shattering revelations. For now they all just needed to be a pack, their horns poking one another, tails wrapped together without rhyme or reason. Dew was deep in his mind for a long while before he touched Swiss cheek and Swiss looked at him with a soft smile. 

I love you Pet is it its still means something for you right 

it means everything to me Dew especially from you

Is it still okay that it may not start as love for me

is this what is bothering you

if I didn't if I couldn't love in the same sense you do would you still

Dew I fell in love with you and were ready to mate with you way before I even started truly suspecting there were some changes in the pack I just really wanted to be yours

okay that's that's thank you I think I needed that

no problem just saying how it is

I really love you Swiss fuck it feels so important now to say it I don't know

because it is important maybe not to say it per sē love’s weird like this but remember we had a deal I'm letting others love me and you let others love you just you know not as much as I love you I love you the most right there on the leader board ex aequo with Aeth

good and I'm in the first place ex aequo with no one as I should be

and as you always will be my little Ember

Discussion about Copia didn't died out in the morning, it just scaled down to him, Dew and Aether, the most fucked up cases of all of them in terms of Copia problem. They had hours to sort of through their understandings of the situation, but at the end they all still seemed unsure, and for good reasons.

I'm trying to figure of how's love different from whatever we had before from need and want I guess and I can feel there's a fucking difference it just doesn't connect what it is

okay well maybe go with I want to bite into Copia and tear a chunk of him versus I know I can't because I love him and it would hurt him

so what love is more of a care thing isn't this just I want Copia to be happy not bleed to death how's that different

Swiss was listening to the conversation between Aeth and Dew for a good moment now. He wasn't sure if he should chime in, his understanding of love was quite complicated even for an angel. Love had a touch of divinity to it. He did agree with modern philosophy of the topic, the opposite of love was indifference, void where emotions should be. He wouldn't ever say that Elementals are indifferent. Maybe love was always in them and the mortal world just provided them with terminology and resources to explore it? Maybe the difference was not the absence of love in Elementals but how intensely it manifested in the beings of pure need? Most creations capable of that kind of love had to work their way up towards it, through curiosity, interest and desire. Sometimes it didn't appear at all after that. Sometimes desire was interpreted as love. Maybe Elementals jump those steps, maybe they were somehow more attune to what love was and recognized it immediately, without the whole charades. They were made by Lucifer, first true inhabitants of Hell after angels. Of course They gave them one thing They had in abundance. Have love, my little Elementals, feel it as purely, as intensely as love should be felt. Had Swiss misunderstood this whole thing? Could anyone here provide an answer to this question, did it need an answer? It didn't, in Swiss’ mind. 

does it really make a difference 

what that we are suddenly capable of love

yeah does it feel bad for you to have a word that express something you feel I know I made a point of it before I'm just thinking

it does make some difference but it feels like a good one it feels correct that I love you both not just want you both even with Copia it does feel like love not want

yeah my point exactly Aeth love is strange but it feels correct it feels correct that I love you and it feels correct that you love me does dwelling on it make it invalid somehow do you want it to disappear

no I feel like I want more of it 

greedy you want more things to love

no more love from things I already do

Swiss kissed Aeth, smiling, soft brush of lips, little playful bite. Dew grumbled next to them and Swiss scratched one of his horns. 

of course Dew didn't change a bit I need to workshop those punishments

why the fuck would I Aeth it only made me worse give me

Swiss was kissed then, again and again, going from one lips to the other, both equally greedy, drinking Swiss up. Only break Swiss got was when they kissed each other above him and fuck it looked beautiful when they melted into each other so perfectly, borders of them blurred, indistinguishable. It was so easy to be with them, both of them together, both of them separately. Even between them his love was different. Calm and reassuring with Aether and loud and all-consuming with Dew. He loved them both so much, infinite amounts of it, but he still somehow was aware that he belonged to Dew, solely and utterly. Love was strange. And if their love was strange then…

hey been meaning to ask do any of you have idea how Copia's love works because I'm sort of confused

fuck I thought that we will get to it and you will be the one explaining this shit I have mostly noise in my mind when I try to figure him out

That wasn't good. That was an ‘overarching-theme Copia’ problem and it seemed like the most confusing one. 

so okay there's like he loves Ghouls right

yeah yeah we have that

can we sort of put it in family love like close beings connected in some pack-like way

sure so we got that option

but it's also technically a pack love but will fuck right he's human it counts different

as a separate category no yeah okay there's Marika right he sees her as family but no fuck need in him

exactly so we have sort of those two what else oh Agatha he loves her but not like family and no fuck need

third secret option what the fuck

They marveled at this for a few minutes comparing tastes like at a bizarre wine connoisseur convention. More sweetness here, underlying floral note there. 

what about those hookups he mentioned there was no family love and no non-family love but fuck need was obvious

okay so fucking is not connected to love 

but sometimes it is somehow

okay so what about the fans he doesn't see them as family doesn't love them like Agatha still there's some kind of love and he wants to fuck them but has a strong rule that he won't

this one is just unnecessarily fucking confusing he can fuck them if he wants why the fuck not

riddles me they seem willing oh yeah and then there's us

yeah us 

There was no sense in pretending that Copia didn't love three of them differently. His love for them was spicier, seemed warmer on the tongue, had a deep almost bitter-sweetness to it. Like it was confusing to him, like he wanted it and feared it at the same time.

I think he wants to mate with us

it isn't possible right

Omega mated with Terzo so

did he really mated with him or did you saw their relationship and love and couldn't really understand it back then

shit I think you're right so we can't mate with Copia wait what about Lucifer's Light in him doesn't that make him I don't know half angel

it doesn't work like that it makes him Lucifer's son sure but it's true divinity of a Seraph blended with granted divinity of the soul it doesn't make him half angel if makes him something else entirely Nephilim is the term humans use

so mating is out of options then how the fuck are we supposed to how does it supposed to work

I think the same way it works between us three well you two and me just nice loving relationship

but we will mate with you one day I mean properly you are still my fucking mate even now you're Aeth's mate

I know I don't know we need to figure it out as we go that's that's fucking new you know human 

they're so fucking confusing can we go back to something simple for a moment just fucking biting and licking can one of you fucking bite me so I'll remember I'm an Elemental not whatever this shit is supposed to be

That was at least an easy request and both him and Aether sinked their teeth into Dew with delight, deep bites to his neck, through his arm making him shiver, ichor mixing with spit and quintessence. It was impossible to not love the way Dew tasted, like sweet smoke of burning cherry trees, summer apples, hot from unyielding sun shining on them and under that, faint but present, salt brought by the ocean breeze. Fuck, it was addictive. 

come on you delicate fucks tear me to pieces let me feel you

Swiss dragged his teeth over Dew's waist, jaws hanging wide enough to just rip a chunk of Dew's torso but he didn't, enjoying slow, shallow wounds his teeth made, Dew sliding on his lap, trying to cut himself more on the sharp edges. Aether was so happy with the new position, mirroring Swiss movements, driving Dew insane. Swiss flickered his tongue to get Aeth's attention, sliding slowly towards Dew chest, towards blackened fire still there. Aeth shivered at the idea, his own tongue licking a long strip towards Dew’s back. Dew looked at them with panicked eyes. 

no no that's not what I meant fuck it still burns don't it's too much

It was a pure pleasure to slide into Dew, hole left by Swiss’ tail perfect now for a thin forked tongue, going through Dew, meeting Aether's tongue in the middle, tasting each other in Dew and Dew could just beg, constant stream of need. He didn't even beg for something specific, just desperate wet sounds escaping his lips, a litany of more like one echoing plea in his mind. Swiss retracted his tongue but didn't let Dew relax, his finger burning with black fire as he came back to Dew's chest, Dew screaming and cursing as the finger pushed in, grabbing his arm, but not moving it away. 

very nice Dew I know you can take it it's just a finger you took my tail so nicely

Aeth extended his tongue with curiosity, licking the tip of the burning finger, immediately cursing, his tongue hiding back in his mouth. 

FUCK fuck that's fucking unbearable how did it why does it still feel so good why do I want more what in the Hell is your fire

oh so you like this pain too good one day I will break you the same way I broke Dew look at him begging for more so desperate would you like more my little Flame

please please I will be good I will do anything 

I don't want you good I want you as sinful as possible singing our names so beautifully with you little moans

yes always I love you both so much please fuck me up

Swiss laughed nuzzling into Dew's throat, Aeth's claws sinking into Dew's neck, piercing both him and Swiss, keeping them in place, close together while he licked mixed ichor dripping down Dew's back, Swiss tearing Dew's chest, slowly, tenderly. Talking went so well, they needed a reward.