Fang: Basically, Thorn gets no love. And this irritates the authoress.

Me: I also like Fang. And I seriously don't know where this came from.

Thorn: Suuuuuurrreee. This is a totally different version of "Bad Moon Rising"

Aimee: She owns nothing. But this absurd plot.

-Aimee-

Aimee and Vane really needed to talk.

Fang, she had learned was not in a coma. He was in hell, basically and all because some fucking Daimons had decided to steal bits of his soul. Aimee, being the only one to respond to his cries for help, did what she could.

But to save Fang she would need more help than Dev. Vane and his brother Fury currently were roaming around the countryside somewhere. If only she could tell them what was happening…

Then maybe she could save Fang.

Shortly after their passionate embrace the first night of his coma, they had both realized that a romantic relationship would never work. She had a thing for Fury. Fang was content to be alone. And if he found someone, he would prefer someone who shared some of his personality traits.

Aimee had pointed out that he would likely wind up in an abusive relationship that way.

Fang had shrugged it off.

Aimee panted as she continued to run through the various trees to the home shared by Fury and Vane. She was almost there, and then she noticed the blonde man leaning on the tree. Handsome and lean, whilst giving off an air of cockiness, he was unmistakably a Daimon.

"Hello my pretty. How are you this fine evening?" he purred with a grin

Aimee snarled at the cliché "What are you the wicked witch? Well fine then, Little Red Riding Hood will beat you down."

She never saw the other three Daimons in the shadows behind her. She never even sensed them.

-Fang-

He could see the Daimons that Aimee couldn't. And now, trapped here he was helpless. He couldn't save her. Quite possibly, his closest friend was going to die in a horrible fashion.

So Fang threw his head back and howled, calling Aimee's only hope of survival

"I don't care who answers me! But I offer my soul for hers! Please, just take mine!"

In his own mind, she had more to live for than he did.

She had family; Vane had given up on him.

She had friends; he only had her, and a brother that, as mentioned before, had given up on him.

He had lived his life on the wrong side of the tracks, hated by most everyone.

She was pure and beautiful. She was like the younger sister he wanted back. In a way, she was a strange version of a little sister to him.

"I'm full of power! I offer my soul to anyone who can save her!"

He sounded like a sap and he knew it. But at this point in time, he didn't care. He refused to lose another sister.

-Thorn-

As the child of Hades and some random demon, he really didn't have much compassion. His step-mother, Persephone had come along after his mother had borne him and her and Hades had separated, and then his Mother resigned herself to an eternity of trying to make her son inherently evil, because this he wasn't on the best of terms with her.

In a bid to save his father's reputation (Why did he care again?) He invented a story of being the son of a devil that didn't exist. Though in retrospect, his mother was pretty damn evil. So the 'spawn of evil' line he used, wasn't really a lie…Was it…?

Of course, a few people always know.

Acheron.

But the Atlantean destroyer was supposed to know everything…Wasn't he? He was also the closest thing to a brother that Thorn had. Then of course his Mother, Step-mother and Father, Jaden, Jared, Savitar, and Takeshi, all knew about him.

Thorn paused momentarily; this was getting a bit out of hand. He might as well issue a press statement if that many people already knew about his parentage.

Then another thought came unbidden. Everybody had somebody else. He only had Acheron.

Hades had Persephone. There wasn't room for him in their happy family.

Savitar had Takeshi. But those two knew everything. They were older than him. And he was completely unnecessary in that.

And Jaden and Jared. But the couple seemed to make it a habit of knowing everything about people who knew nothing about them. Thorn had no desire to be asked questions about himself that he didn't know the answers to, just for two sadistic bastards entertainment.

On his 106th birthday. As a show of good will to Hades and Persephone, two of the only gods to ever treat him decently, Ash gifted him with a sfora. With the rule that he was not to change anything that was not meant to be changed. And he was not to use it for selfish reasons. Thorn accepted. Adding another temptation to the growing pile.

Ash had been a good friend of his in his younger years, he was able to visit him less now, but he still came. In an effort to help his friend, he formed the Hellchasers. The last thing Ash needed to deal with was vengeful demons. He was already dealing with cursed evil twins of the Apollites.

Of course, Ash also didn't want them destroyed. He was so damn picky. So Thorn governed them here, in a place that was a deranged version of his father's underworld. And instructed his Hellchasers to only kill or send back certain demons. He regretted being like Artemis but, owning ones soul was the only way to get people to kill things these days, apparently.

Ash had not been pleased with the whole soul-stealing thing. Until he realized that the souls were offered willingly, they didn't give anything up, they actually gained power, and all Thorn asked was that they regulate a few demons.

Ash was pleased with his mercy. He could have forced them here, or made them give up everything. And he didn't.

His mother was constantly sending demons of her own to try and sway him to 'The Dark Side.' With Ash's infrequent visits, along with Jared, Jaden, Savitar and Hades, he was kept firmly on the side of good. Or, neutral, if good annoyed him that day…

Nonetheless these infrequent visits happened at very random times, with often no warning. So he wasn't overly surprised when Ash popped in.

"Do you pay attention to anything in your own realm?" Ask asked patronizingly, rubbing his forehead with one hand.

"Usually…." What the hell had snuck in to bring the Atlantean down here?

"Then you're aware of the were-hunter offering his soul to the first demon that strikes a bargain with him, right?"

"No" Thorn was confused; he always heard when something like that happened. Granted it didn't happen often.

"Go save him."

"What? Why? I'm not supposed to interfere with free will, remember oh-great-one?"

"Special case, do it."

And then Ash was gone. Strange. Well, obviously there was something special about the creature. Of course he would do it. Because Ash wanted him saved…More importantly his mother blocked the man from his senses, so she didn't want him saved. That cinched it, right there. The freaking hunter wouldn't be able to die if he tried now.

-Fang-

He was expecting a demon who wanted his soul, to be….Less attractive.

Where were the scales and horns? Goop, fangs, pitchfork, tusks etcetera etcetera? He had a strange feeling this entire situation was about to go drastically different than what he expected.

The man had such dark blonde hair, it was essentially a dark brown type color, like polished wood. He was tall and muscular. Overall, not…demonish..

"You're here for my bargain?"

"No, dumb ass, shut it while I dig you from the hole you have inadvertently buried yourself in."

Okay just show up and throw insults that works too.. Fucking jerk.

"Look, this is rather important, you can save her or you can't. And if you can't, I'm calling another demon." Fang stated drolly

Thorn was a quick study, the boy wanted his girl saved. Shame, he looked rather good, for a wolf.

With a snap of his fingers and a mental command, his Hellchasers attacked and destroyed the Daimons attacking the blonde woman. Yes, teleportation was fun. Especially when he got to fling random employees of his into the fray half-dressed for a mission they didn't understand. Sadism was fun.

"Now this soul. I get it now?" He would catch on no doub-

"Yeah. All yours." -t…. or he would disregard blatant sarcasm….But all his. Giving the wolf a once over, discreetly, geez. It sounded delicious. A few hundred years alone tended to make people lonely. And bisexual or not, Ash and the others were a strange, dysfunctional, family…thing. And he had standards. Not many, but his partner would preferably be good-looking and not part of his immediate ragtag family. The wolf fit both standards, he was in.

Thorn calmly leaned in and placed his hand over the man's chest for a moment, branding his soul. It was a mark of experience that even the wolf's cries of pain didn't make him pull back. But his heart twanged in a strange way. It had never done that before, it was probably unhealthy… When the branding was done the wolf slumped exhaustedly into his chest, and stayed there, breathing heavily. Thorn quietly decided that he was really enjoying this too much.

Now, did these emotions have any connection to why Ash wanted him to save the wolf, instead of doing it himself, as they both knew he could? And if it did, it might also shed some light into why his mother didn't want him to save the were-hunter.

Well, this was going to be interesting.

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