What the Hell.

Drake cleared his throat, sitting up once more as he was content with his cleanliness. He looked over to Horus' tub and rose a brow. The man was slipping farther in- he could see that. He slowly rose and got out of his tub, grabbing his towel before heading over to the other man. He wrapped the towel around his waist again just in case he was wrong.

He stopped at the edge of the tub, staring down at Horus, somewhat concerned. "H-Horus?" he lightly questioned, easing onto a knee by his head. "You're gonna drown..." Drake wasn't getting a response, so hs sighed and pushed himself back to his feet. How was he going to wake him up without being creepy?

While he thought he eyed the ducks that were floating around in the water. They were cute, especially the red one. Red was his favorite color, and those big, innocent, painted on eyes were staring at him. He smiled, pointed canines poking out as he reached for the duck. It went under the water as he tried to grab it, but he got it- at least, he thought he did. It didn't feel like he thought it should... in fact, it didn't feel rubber. At all. Wait a minute- What the fuck? His jaw dropped and his face turned bright red, just like the duck that popped up on the other side of Horus.

Contently sleeping, Horus all but thrashed when he felt something touch him in a very intimate place. Water spilled over the tub again, and several of the ducks were lost upon the floor. The male's eyes shot open and he peered up at Drake, ashamed to admit it, but he was getting rather hard in Drake's hand. It had been so long since he had felt another wrapped around him as such, it felt good, though unexpected, in fact he was quite enjo-

Shaking his head, he slowly pulled himself together, cringing a little as he twitched against Drake's palm, "Oh... Christ," he muttered, body slightly tense. "Drake... What're you...?" His own face was flushed, but not with embarrassment, rather heat. He was hot. And he was feeling it all over..

Drake could feel it- and he almost didn't want to let go. Some of the water splashed onto his towel and legs and he bit his bottom lip. His eyes were still wide in shock and he looked like he might die at any moment. It was exciting, knowing that Horus seemed somewhat interested- or at least, his body was.. Then again, that might have just been it. Damn the fucking duck. His first time groping someone's dick and it was a complete accident. Fucking hell.

"I... I was reaching for... f-for the duck.. but... I.." His grip began to loosen and he whimpered. "I'm sorry, Horus.. I.." Drake hung his head, looking as though he might begin to cry now.

"It's... Okay... But I... I haven't had someone touch me in a long time.." He whispered, staring up at Drake with eyes that were pleading for him to not let go yet. He was fully erect in Drake's hand, and it would just be cruel to leave him in such a state...

Extending a timid hand, he let his fingers rest under Drake's chin, and slowly lifted the boys head a little, "don't look so ashamed.. Be proud.." He muttered, voice failing slightly.

I haven't had someone touch me.. ever, really.. he thought to himself for an instant, before looking onto Horus' eyes. He could see that Horus actually wanted him to keep his grip. Drake felt bad about it- so he had to see it through. His hand tightened once more and his thumb worked at the other man's erection, stroking tenderly for a few moments.

His blush deepened as the man touched his chin. He submitted, allowing Horus to lift his head. "I.. I'm sorry." he whispered again, not knowing what else to say. So instead his hand began to squeeze, pumping at Horus' member in silence. A faint smile formed on his pierced lips and he lowered his head to gently nibble on the demon's fingers.

Horus babbled something under his breath as Drake's hand grasped him tightly once more. He could feel his chest tighten, and arched his back to meet Drake's fist as he began to pump his hand along. "D-don't be," he managed to stammer, already beginning to feel a great deal of pressure building within him, he covered his face with his hand, groaning.

He felt Drake nip at his fingers, and with passion overtaking him he easily traced his fingertips around Drake's soft lips, while licking his own hungrily.

Drake pressed himself against the side of the tub, continuing to pleasure the other man with his gentle hands. Even though Horus said not to be sorry, he couldn't help but feel that way. He brought his other hand into the tub, gently stroking the man's hair. He looked sad still, and doubtful, but he smiled for the other Sovereign.

As his lips were traced he exhaled softly, obviously enjoying even the slightest touch. It wasn't like he had experienced much of it before.. Pecks on the cheek, slaps on the ass, silly things- he'd felt those, but never anything as gentle or intimate as this. It made him feel all the more insecure. His hand began to work faster, sliding up and down the full length of Horus' member. The water continued to splash around and he couldn't help but watch now. Creeper.

Horus' back arched higher as he felt an unbearable tension in his body. His hand fell from Drake's face, sliding down his neck and groping sloppily at the bare flesh of his chest. Years worth of sexual tension and frustration built up inside of him, until finally, with a deep groan, and a hand falling to rest on the towel at Drake's hips, Horus finally exploded over Drake's hand, body spasming hard and he was tense as he could possibly be. He managed to moan Drake's name between the waves of pleasure and... other things..

Drake quivered as Horus began to really touch him. A soft groan slipped past his lips and he flushed again, pressing into the man's hand while biting his bottom lip. He jumped a bit as Horus came, though smiled afterwards. His eyes fell to the hand on his towel and he exhaled, resting his cheek on the edge of the tub now. He stared at Horus' face, giving one final tug before easing off so that his hand rest on his inner thigh. When he heard his name he smiled, closing his eyes and drifting off into a bit of a day dream. Mmm.. They were in bed now.. and it hadn't just been his hand.. I'm pathetic..

Slowly, Horus came down from his high, his body relaxing as he allowed himself to ease back into the tub. He was panting lightly, and basking in a glow that he had not felt in some time, but it was clear that he was pleased. He was grinning like a moron, though his hand collapsed upon across his face as he tried to even out his breathing long enough to realize what had just happened.

He sat upright more so, looking to Drake and blushing shamefully, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that of you," he whispered, voice raspy and uneven as he was still very much under the influence..

"It.. It's ok." he pointed out, slowly slipping back into reality. "I don't mind.." Drake smiled faintly at the older man, continuing to lean against the side of the tub. But then he started to feel strange again, and awkward. He blinked, bringing his clean hand up to his mouth. That was the most intimate he'd ever been- he was almost ashamed. In fact, he hung his head again and sighed because of it. "I think I should go.."

Days had passed since their little encountered, and Horus had done his best to avoid Drake. It was not that he didn't like the young man, it was the opposite really, as he feared his attraction for the youngest Sovereign. He had been fairly successful in keeping away from him, but Abbadon had stepped in and handed them another task. Bad things were happening on earth. Things that would reflect badly upon hell and might provoke the angels.

As such Drake and Horus were once more standing upon the soil of earth, this time searching for a mage cult (comprised of humans that gave their souls to demons in return for magical powers) that had become quite active and were in the process of destroying a city. Horus was familiar with the city, so he was on edge for his own reasons, though he held his head down and tried to hide this as they made their way in the direction that the magic was centered. As if it wasn't visible enough, with the flashing of colorful attacks, there was a smell of rotting flesh in the air, hinting a necromancer among them. Horus grit his teeth at the thought. He hated dark magic, particularly the kind that brought dead armies to their feet.

But there was something else present. Another aura that he could not yet identify, and it appeared to be clashing with the mages. Glancing around, he hurried towards the location, wishing to put a stop to what was happening. As he came upon a rather destroyed street, he noted how the ground was littered with corpses of what could only be described as zombies. Not the big budget movie kind, but the sort that were risen from the grave by voodoo power, under the control of a single master.

He heard a voice, and froze dead in his tracks.

"Remy! Get to the necromancer and break that damn staff of his!" Yelled Wolfe, an infamous exorcist with a reputation in hell. He was struggling with the hordes of zombies, which were luckily slow, and had a tendencies to dissipate when punched with his holy rings or doused in holy water. Still, there were so many of them that he was quickly becoming overcome.

To one side, where a cluster of the zombies had been gathered in a pile, they simply began to fly in all directions as the creature under the mass grew angry. "What do you think I'm doing over here?" She asked, deep red eyes angry as she rest her sturdy boot firmly upon the ground. She was dressed in all purple, wearing a skirt and white stockings, which were somewhat tattered from all the fighting. Bracing herself, she started off and a run, and began to plow through shambling zombies... Until she ran into something solid. Something huge. Knocked onto the ground, she peered up as the form of a monstrous creature made of bones loomed over her, taller than buildings.

She growled a little, rolling to one side as it tried to stomp her into the ground. She got to her feet long enough to take a few unsteady steps, when one of the creatures arms grasped onto her and begin to squeeze hard, crushing her in it's hand.

"Remy!" Judas cried, from where he was standing atop a car, kicking at the zombies that were trying to drag him into the mass.

This alerted Wolfe and North, whom immediately tried to rush to her aid, though North was backhanded by the other hand of the monster and promptly hit a building, going through the glass window and laying lifeless upon a floor. Wolfe was promptly over run by zombies, and the cluster of mages grinned to themselves.

With all the strength in her body, Remy began to push against the sturdy bone, which cracked and crumbled against her hands. She managed to free herself enough to clamber out of the creature's hand, but one of the other mages promptly smote her with lightning, causing her to stumble and fall towards the ground.

Had she hit the ground, it likely would have been the end for the young demon, but Horus had arrived in time and promptly caught her in his arms. He did not want to have to show himself, but he had no choice. Her life had been on the line.

"F-father.." She stammered, taken aback. She hadn't seen him in a long time, but it was definitely him.

Horus, easily dodging the bone hands and feet trying to crush him, set her on her feet someways away from the beast. he quickly inquired as to whether or not she were alright, and when she nodded her turned his back to her. "Stay here and let the men handle this.." He murmured, eyes changing from that of a concerned father to a viscous monster as he gazed upon the mage's pet. "I'll be right back..."

"Drake!" He called, while stalking towards the creature, "do be a good lad and help me crush the bitter life out of these pathetic excuse for human beings."

Remy narrowed her eyes, "I don't need 'men' to handle anything for me.." She lowly grumbled, choosing to disobey her father and run to the aid of her friends - particularly the helpless Jude. He was so useless when it came to these things, being the newest member and all.

Drake was down, to say the least. Horus hadn’t spoken to him for days, which hurt his heart. He’d been bad, he knew that, but it hadn’t been enough to make Horus avoid him, had it? The thought made him feel like laying around for the days since they had been intimate in the bath hall, thus he had. He’d been ‘sick’, and until Abbadon sent for him he hadn’t done much other than nibble, sleep, and shower. He was a kid, and he felt kind of heart broken, even though Horus showed him that it had been nothing to care about in the first place..

Of course, today they had to be together and he really did feel bad. It was weird- maybe because he was making it that way.. But it wasn’t like he was reaching out to him or anything of the sort. It was like walking with a mute person and he thought it was better that way. Hell, if he didn’t fear the consequences he wouldn’t be walking into the city with the man. He’d rather be anywhere than where he was, even the coldest reaches of hell that Horus had spoken of on their first mission.

Death was… everywhere. He couldn’t breathe without it pounding into his lungs and filling him with a horrible, sick feeling. It was making everything worse, especially the thoughts running through his hazy mind. Then he too caught the voice and looked around, frowning. So, not everyone was dead. That was a good sign..

He turned his head to Horus, but the older man was no longer there. He was rushing to the aid of the beautiful girl that was falling from the sky. “.. The fuck..” He could see the resemblance, but he couldn’t hear their exchange of words. Instead his ears were filled with his name and a statement that he took as a command.

The young man lurched forward, running straight past Horus and between the bone monster‘s legs. He said nothing, nor did he even look at his elder, instead he headed right towards the mages. They were unimpressed, as he appeared harmless enough. Unfortunately for them he transformed, sending a painful roar through the skyscrapers. An explosion of black fire shot from his throat, right at the mages. His feet moved quite a bit, smashing zombies like grapes. Unfortunately, he only hit a couple of the mages with his first attack, and the rest were now aware of what he could potentially do.

Remy, hearing a piercing roar, paused her zombie clobbering to turn her head towards the source. A dragon! She had never seen one, of all the creatures to have crossed her path. She was uncertain what side it was on until she realized it had attacked the mages, and she could not help but stare at the majestic beast... Until she heard a cry for help, and rushed towards her friend again, plowing through zombies as though they were nothing.

Horus was deadset on beating apart the bone monster. He was well aware that destroying it would accomplish nothing, but he felt a need to. A growl escaped his form and hellfire began to flow up his arms. "You should not lay your hands upon a girl," he warned, though knew that the boned beast did not have a mind of it's own.. This did not stop him from delivering a powerful kick to the creature, strong enough to rip the leg clear from the other monster's body.

He watched bones tumble around him, and the creature fell to it's knee. He hastily darted up it's body, jumped high above it's head, and brought the heel of his foot down upon the center of the creature's skull, effectively splitting it in to.

As Horus landed on his feet, the halved of the monsters fell promptly to the left and right, giving him a clear view of the necromancer, whom appeared more then a little put off that something with such strength had appeared, meanwhile the other mages, at least those left alive, began their attack upon Drake and Horus.

North, raising himself with a groan, slunk towards the broken window he had been thrown through, jaw agape as he saw two of the sovereigns before him, fighting. He feared the worst and promptly glided down, somewhat awkwardly due to his injured wing, to the ground to check on the others. He could only see, or rather hear, Wolfe, and promptly tore through the zombies that had dog piled on top of him.

"I HATE THE LIVING DEAD!" Wolfe shouted as he shot into sight, panting heavily and glaring around, as though challenging the zombies to have at him again.

And so it began. He could feel their spells pounding against his scales. It made him shudder. So much power, but not enough to break through his magical defenses. If they worked together, possibly, but these random blows weren’t doing much good. The mages saw that, however, and before he knew it he was shrinking, crying out even from the pain of being forced into his human form.

“SON OF A BITCH!” he screeched, kneeling on the bloodied street and trying to focus. It was as though they had stunned him too- which wasn’t good, as the zombies were closing in around him. “Come on, COME ON!” He was trying to shift, but he couldn’t. That meant he was royally fucked unless he got off of his ass.

He too was glad the undead were slow, but he was cutting it close. Finally his vision cleared and his muscles relaxed. Drake rose, leaping up into the air and extending a hand. He wasn’t going to make it if he didn’t have a weapon, so he had no choice but to attempt to forge one with the slight knowledge of magic he possessed.

Bones flew up around him, lining up and fusing together. A thin, curved, jagged piece of metal attached to one end and he growled. It wasn’t the prettiest scythe out there, but it was good enough for now. Black flames shot from his finger tips, swirling around the scythe as he returned to the ground, spinning until he was dizzy. The entire time, he cut into zombies, hoping to incapacitate enough of them to focus on the mages.

Horus, oblivious to most of the attacks, he was not magical, but he was a tank in both means of attack and defense. He grinned, just a little madly. That was the thing with mages. From afar, they could take out even experience warriors, but hand to hand they were nothing. Nothing at all.

His coat blew around as he stomped towards the necromancer, whom summoned his zombie to come to his aid, but they were far too slow, far too weak to stop Horus. He easily filled the distance between himself and crushed the man's staff with a mere flick of his finger. "Game over," pointed out his monotone voice, as the zombies fell, lifeless without the power of their master.

Blood red eyes fixated upon the mage that had been controlling the dead, and without a word he punched the other male in the jaw, breaking his neck and causing the body to spin several times before hitting the ground.

He then cracked his knuckles, hoisting an arm to block an electrical attack against him. "Who's next?" He asked, voice menacing.

"Oh, thanks heavens," Jude sighed, as Remy had finally reached him and all of the living dead had died, yet again, "I hate those bloody things. I'll be drinking myself to sleep for weeks!" He complained, slowly lowering himself to the ground.

"It's not heaven you should thank," North pointed out, appearing grim, "those are the most elite demons of hells. The Sovereigns.."

"Father?" Remy asked, looking to the man that had saved her.

"What did you just say?" North asked, turning his gaze to Horus, his eyes widened at the resemblance. He's.. No... Y-you can't be... The Sovereigns aren't permitted to have children anymore.." He shook his head in disbelief.

"Yes, I'm fine, thanks for asking," Remy sarcastically murmured, as she had no idea what the hell North was talking about. She trudged towards the ongoing battle, determined to prove to her father that she was not just some weak little girl in need of saving.

Drake turned his head to check on Horus as the zombies fell, and he smiled, well, grinned. Horus was sexy when he was angry- and he was so damn strong. But he was an asshole! The dragon narrowed his eyes before shaking his head. “Fuck..” he whispered, glaring at the mages as they seemed to be scattering. He had to destroy them. He was pissed off about not being able to transform, and he would smash every one of the bastards until he found out who all had cast the spell together.

He took off at a sprint, face flustered from the rage he was feeling. He twirled the scythe in his hand before beheading one of the mages. It made him feel better. “You’ve angered me, and I’ll smash you..” he hissed, sending a huge ball of black flame at another of the men.

He continued his quest, chasing each in turn, making sure no one would escape his wrath. "YOU FUCKIN' BASTARDS! STOP RUNNING!" He's pissed. ]:

Killing was not something that Remy enjoyed doing, particularly when it came to humans. But these people were different. These 'mages' were demons in the skin of sinful humans that had sold their soul due to a lust for power and destruction. She did not like it, but it had to be done in this case. And so, taking a fighting stance, she locked eyes with the mage that had earlier electrocuted her. She ran at him, watching as he tried to cast a spell, but she were too quick for him this time. Much like her father, she delivered a firm kick, under the man's chin, causing his head to fling back so far that his neck snapped.

Horus, having watched this, scowled a little, "I thought I told you to stay on the sidelines?" He scolded, stepping towards her, he punched a quivering mage in the stomach as he passed, without so much as pausing to do so.

"Aye, and you also told me you'd be back for me soon... How many years ago was that?" Remy asked, returning his scowl.

"Remy, perhaps you shouldn't back talk this man... He's Horus... Abbadon's right hand man... He has great power, angering him wouldn't be so wise..." North whispered, seeming unsure as to whether or not the man was actually the girl's father.

Horus swallowed hard, faced with the reality that his little secret was out. His eyes turned upon Drake, and he found himself hoping that the young man would not learn the difference in his rampaging, but as Remy hugged him, unable to act out any longer, he felt all hope of this fade away. "I'm so sorry, Remy," he whispered, closing his eyes, "in saving you, I probably condemned you to death.."

Since the others were helping on the hunt for the mages, he slowed, chest heaving. Drake sent a final ball of flame at a running mage, whos skin began to melt away. He screamed as he died, and Drake turned away, shaking his head. The Sovereign grunted, closing his eyes and focusing. Before he knew it his four mighty wings were out, which meant he had regained his powers of transformation. "Fuck.." he hissed, dusting himself off. The scythe fell appart and his eyes reopened, locking onto Horus and Remy. They were hugging- which was odd.

He slowly began to step closer, brow risen. He could see the resemblence, but was it true? Why did he even care... it wasn't his business anyways. Maybe that was why he stopped again and looked away, giving them some privacy. For a moment he considered simply leaving since their job was done. Horus didn't want to talk to him, afterall.

The young man ran a hand through his hair and tapped his foot against the concrete. Drake caught Horus' last words and frowned deeply, feeling a pang in his chest for the pair. Maybe he should have paid more attention when he was reading the Sovereign rule book.. Riiiight.

"I don't understand, what is everyone talking about?" Remy asked, staring up at her father as she hoped for answers. He began to pet her face, and seemed genuinely upset. It had a long time since she had seen him, but she had never known him to let his emotions show as such. Her eyes danced as she waited for an answer, but none came from him.

Instead, it was North who spoke up. "Sovereign's aren't permitted to have children anymore.. Not since what happened here centuries ago.. The son of Annabelle, the Sovereign before Mister Grimm, attempted to turn this world into his domain, the angels declared it, else they would have waged another war.." North whispered, staring an awe.

Horus embraced Remy, turning his eyes upon Drake, "I told you I had a secret that I was holding very dear to my heart... Well. Here she is.. Her name is Remy," he released the girl, spinning her to face Drake. Their resemblance was somewhat uncanny, after all there weren't many in any of the worlds with jet black hair and crimson eyes.

Somewhat confused still, Remy rose her hand a little to wave to Drake, glancing to look back her father, whom was as grim as death itself.

Drake listened, tilting his head somewhat. That could indeed be a problem then- if anyone else found out. He warily approached, unsure whether Horus wanted him to. Not that he really cared.. Just because he was touched didn't mean he wasn't still upset.

Regardless, Remy had done nothing, and he would be polite. As Horus spoke he simply nodded. He stopped a couple of feet in front her and smiled, extending one of his hands. "Remy.. it's very nice to meet you. My name is Drake." His eyes were wide open, brimming with curiosity. "Don't worry, miss, I won't tell them. It's not my business to share.. Besides, considering you were fighting to save the city and your friends I hold you in high regards already." He bowed his head, completely ignoring the fact that Horus was right behind her. Meanie..

Remy accepted the man's hand, shaking it firmly before performing a curtsy for him. "I don't really understand what's going on, but thank you," she said, giving her head a slight bow of thanks. She grinned a little as he mentioned her fighting for the city. It was not often, if ever, that she got any recognition for her work, for she enjoyed hearing it, even if from a stranger.

Horus exhaled loudly, clearly relieved to hear that, "Thank you, Drake, I appreciate it," he managed to say, looking away as there were tears in his eyes. He felt sick, though he blinked it all away, "which leaves only you, North..."

"I wont say a thing," the odd creature assured, looking to Drake and Remy with a pang of jealously in his chest.

"Of course he wont, North loves Remy more then the rest of us," Wolfe laughed, enjoying that the young halfbreed blushed a deep shade of red.

Remy too, flushed a little, smiling at the goofy look on North's face as he told the other male to shut up.

"Then I suppose all is settled," Horus mused, though a burdened sigh left his chest, "Drake and I must leave, as should you all.. It wont be long before angels are here to investigate the matter. And you are all in danger if they know you were here..." He took a step away from his daughter, his back to her, which pained him so much that his eyes began to water again, "but you cannot be found..." He murmured, managing to keep his voice somewhat even.

"... So you're leaving already? Just like that?" Remy frowned as Horus did not respond, just began to walk away. She hung her head, swallowing hard, "you told me, a long time ago, that you'd come back for me someday, and bring me somewhere where I belonged... Where a demon would fit in... Where I wouldn't be hiding from angel or demons or humans... But I wonder... Does such a place exist? Or were you telling a naive child about a fantasy world?" She gazed at the back of his head as he paused, hoping for an answer.

Horus opened his mouth, trying to speak, but no words came. So instead, he hung his head and continued to walk. What more could he do? He could not bring her to hell. He did not know of any place like that... It had indeed just been something he conjured up to keep her content, but he couldn't say it.

Though he didn't need too. Soon enough Remy nodded and swallowed hard, "I figured as much," she grimly murmured, looking to her feet, "I guess I'll always just be a monster... No matter where I am.." She mumbled. She hated the word, but it was true. Demons. Angels. Humans. None of the accepted her, aside the handful of people in her company. Even then, aside North who was barely around as he was usually off serving his master, they were all older then her. She had never really had a friend. She didn't get to go on shopping trips or have sleep overs. She didn't get to go to school like the other children or even the regular hospital. Instead the good Doctor Maria Creed, whom lived in with them would mend her wounds and has taught her all she needed to know. Interaction was slim now, and she felt more alienated than ever before. It hardly seemed fair, but she supposed, since she was indeed a monster, that she deserved it all.

Slowly, she turned away from the others and began to walk away as well, having nothing more to say, and having her spirits crushed put a damper on her mood.

“You’re welcome.” he assured softly, glad to see that she was smiling. Then Horus spoke to him and he shrugged softly. “No problem..” His voice seemed to be more hesitant when addressing the older man. His eyes wandered to North and he waited for a few moments, before smiling faintly as he swore to silence as well. Good, they agreed, and she would be safe. He felt better as well, especially since now Horus didn’t have anything to really worry about. Well, there hadn’t been, until leaving was brought up. The young man frowned as they exchanged words and he shook his head. He had to speak to Horus about this- because it wasn’t right. In fact, it was extremely fucked up.

“You’re no monster. Don’t speak like that..” he stated, voice fading out as he watched her father go. “It was very nice to meet you, Remy.. I hope to see you again.” He bowed his head and took off after Horus, clearly irritated.

“What’s wrong with you?” he questioned. “That’s no way to treat your daughter.. You should have gone with her, at least for a little while.. It’s not right.” His voice was strong and full of emotion. He felt bad for Remy, well, not just bad, awful, and he was already upset. “Then again.. You seem to favor skating around your problems, from what I’ve seen.”

Thems fighting words.

"You don't know the half of it, boy," Horus hissed, exhaling raggedly as his tears started running freely down his cheeks. "Don't act like you know how I feel. You think I want to leave her now? Do you think I wanted to leave her back then? No. Never. But I have to. Not just for my sake, but for her's," he growled, sounding very demonic as he did so. "You don't know this job like I do. The angels, if they knew she existed, would kill her, then wage a war against hell on earth that would take many lives."

"Worse then the angels, are some of my allies. What I said about Mephistopheles is true, he is a monster, and if he ever found out about her... I don't know what his twisted mind would do to her, but he would use her to destroy me, and while I don't care what happens to me, he would bring great harm to her, so don't you try and lecture me about being a father, because you don't even know the half of it," Horus hissed, tears still rolling down his face as he gave Drake a hard prod with two fingers.

"Oh, that's right, I don't know a fucking thing. I'm just the dumb kid that you don't want to talk to. Gotcha." he stated, shrugging. He looked away for a moment, though he continued to listen. "Well why not just tell Abbadon? Huh? He's a good man, from where I stand, and if he respects you like he seems to he won't do anything rash.. Horus, if so many people would harm her don't you think it would be better to tell master? It's a large risk but-" His voice faded out and he sighed. Who was he kidding, this was pointless. Besides that, Horus was crying, and that made his heart hurt. "You're right, I know nothing about fathers. I'm not one, I will never be one, and I never had one." He made a face as he was prodded- it hurt, but he wouldn't retaliate. "Fucking hell, man. I'm sorry, I'm just an idiot, obviously.. but come here, damn it, it's going to be o-fucking-k." He opened his arms, eyes watering just a bit, wanting to hug Horus, at least.

"Abbadon swore an oath to the angels, as their leader Michael did to them, that any child borne of Sovereign blood be eliminated for the good of mankind. I do not doubt that the master will feel for me and her, but I know he must do his duty, and that is why he cannot know." He exhaled raggedly, listening to Drake as he had his own little rant. Eventually the younger male opened up his arms, and Horus could not help but fall into them, a sobbing pitiful wreak that he was. Granted, he used what little magical power he could muster, and brought them both back to hell... To his own room, as the last thing anyone needed to see was two Sovereigns bawling and hugging each other like fools..

Drake shook his head softly. It was fucked up.. it really and truly was. Remy seemed like a wonderful kid, and he'd be damned- err.. well, something- if anything happened to her at because of some bullshit treaty. "Alright.. Well, then I'll make up some story that gets us to earth more so that you can visit with her... because I'm not ok with the way things were left. Just like I'm not ok with the fact that you've avoided me.. But Christ, please stop crying." He held Horus close, tenderly stroking his back in a comforting manner. His eyes were finally overflowing as well. "It's going to be ok, I swear on my life.." He pressed a kiss to the older man's temple, beginning to lightly shake against him. What an attractive sobbing mass they made...

Horus had practically collapsed against Drake, "but the more we see her the more likely it is that she will be found," he sniffled, vision blurred by tears, "I do go to earth sometimes just to see her... But I watch her from afar... So that she cannot see me.." He sniffled, listening to Drake, he slowly nodded his head, "I know, I was just so ashamed of myself for losing control like that... I'm sorry, Drake, for everything.." He murmured, relaxing a little as he was kissed, he nodded to the suggestion that he stopped crying, it was rather pathetic..

Drake took a deep breath, holding the man tightly to his frame. "You have to at least try to make it right.. please? At least visit her once? Tell her you're out there, watching over her, even though you can't always be right there with her..?" He bit his bottom lip, trying to think of good things to say. He wasn't doing so well with his thoughts at the moment. "Show her how much you love her, Horus, so she can have weight lifted off of her heart." The young dragon exhaled, hanging his head now. "It.. It's ok.. but you had no reason to be ashamed.. I'm the virgin queen that grabbed you in the first place, even if I was reaching for that damn duck.." He exhaled, kissing Horus' head once more.

(HAPPY VALENTINE"S DAY. *presents a naked Natrix to you*

Natrix: *sexy wink*)

"I... will see what I can do," Horus mumbled, giving a deep sigh as he slowly up righted himself. He wiped the tears from his eyes, listening to Drake as he spoke, the older male looked the other Sovereign over curiously, "you're a virgin?" He asked, a strange gleam appearing in his eyes. The gleam, of course was lust, and as Drake kissed his head, he could not help but lift himself to press a soft kiss upon Drake's lips. "That's sweet," he whispered reassuringly.