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The Demons breath hitched hard, his knees wavered, his shoulders tightening as if the very air around him had turned to stone. The holy pressure wrapped around his demonic energy like chains, and his aura flickered in and out of visibility. Alex saw the exact moment the pain spiked. The sharp tremor that went down the guys spine, the way his eyes squeezed shut for a second too long Alex's heart twisted. He's hurting… badly. Why didn't he stay farther away? Why push himself this much? He took a half step forward, instinct overriding caution. "Hey—don't try to talk. Just breathe slowly." But the guy shook his head, stubborn even in agony. Alex's breath caught when he forced himself to look up. Red strained, burning, defiant eyes locked onto his. And with a voice that shook with effort, the other managed one word: Alex felt it like a jolt through his ribs. A demon, nearly collapsing under sanctified pressure, barely able to breathe, was still determined to see him again. Why? Why would someone put themselves through this for him? Why did it make something warm flare in his chest, unwelcome and impossible to ignore? Why do I... want to see him again, too? He pushed that thought aside, barely. Why would he risk his ‘jale-free’ days too meet with this … this demon? Every part of his essence was telling him to keep away, that this guy was bad news, trouble that he didn’t need but he felt drawn to him. Alex knew demons were mischief and couldn’t be trusted but this one … something about him was different than what he had encounter before. He didn’t straight attack him, but that could be just a planning before he would hurt him; he didn’t repulse him or curse at him how the others had done in the past. No. He was so normally human but yet again, a demon. A Karmic Weaver Demon. Seeing him lean against the tree made his inner thoughts pause as he frowned with concern. “Don’t move,” Alex said gently, stepping closer despite every warning bell in his mind. He had healed humans, blessed spirits, soothed suffering souls, but demons were different. Holy energy burned them. His touch could wound instead of heal. He wanted desperately to help him stand, to steady him, to ease that tight, painful breathing. But if he got too close…His chest ached with frustration. “I can't... purify your energy,” he murmured. "It would hurt you and Idon't want that." Alex reached out by reflex, then stopped inches away, fingers curling in helpless hesitation. “…I could carry you,” he whispered. “Further down the path. Away from the pressure.” When he realized what he had said Alex blinked a few times, flushed faintly, realizing how that sounded. “I only meant … so you can breathe.” And because the idea of leaving him here, alone and struggling, made something twist painfully in his stomach. But he couldn't stay. His father would return soon. If Alex wasn't at the temple by then… His palms grew cold. I'm late. I have to go. But I can't leave him like this. Alex glanced over his shoulder toward the temple—its lanterns faintly visible through the mist. Responsibility tugged at him. Duty whispered sharply, but something else tugged harder. He looked at the other. Sweat beaded at the demon's temple. His breaths were uneven, shallow. His aura trembled so violently it hurt Alex to watch. He could collapse. He came for me. He'll suffer for hours if I leave him alone. And worse: (I don't want to walk away from him.) The realization struck him with a disorienting force. This was… something he didn't have language for. Soft, dangerous, magnetic. He swallowed hard. “Look,” he said quietly, stepping close enough that the warm edge of his light brushed the demon's aura. "I have to return before someone notices I'm gone. But if I leave you here like this..." his voice cracked for a moment. “…I'll worry.” Alex exhaled slowly, deciding. "I'll walk you down part of the way. Close enough that you can breathe normally” he hesitated, then added softly: "And then... I'll come again. In a few days. When my father is away." A faint smile touched Alex's lips, warm and a little confused. "You asked when. So... I'll give you an answer." Alex finally supported him, carefully sliding an arm around his back, letting the demon lean just enough to walk. Even that small touch sent a ripple between them, light brushing against karma, neither burning nor rejecting. Questions were swirling in his mind but he pushed them aside as he was careful with every step he took until they reach the edge of the wards and he knew the demon was going to get better shortly. “Safe …” he smiled exhaling then turned his gaze to the path towards the temple. “Then I’ll see you next time” he nodded in good-bye and turned to leave but stopped after a few steps. “What should I call you? You do have a name don’t you?” he turned to look at the demon who was breathing better now, making him relax a little.

Alistair couldn't take his eyes off Alexander for a multitude of reasons, but the main ones were; 1 He could kill him & 2 He was fascinated by him. The priest seemed to be showing genuine concern for him. His joke landed, a soft laugh escaped the others lips. He had heard people laugh throughout his entire life, but Alexander's sounded warm...like Christmas bells on santa sleigh, or the frantic giggling of a baby. It had warmth too it, and evoked emotion. A laugh so cute...a feeling so warm...it practically demanded the same response. To his suprise, the priest continued the banter. [ “Of course I am. I live here. You on the other hand …Most demons avoid holy mountains. For obvious reasons." ] "What can I say...I'm stubborn." He deflected, as Alexander took a step closer. It was hard to blindly trust someone...god...how did humans do such a thing? He felt... rather uncomfortable sharing the same space with him. Vulnerable . [ “And judging by the way you're breathing, you're starting to remember why.”] " I'm fine...Hiking just isn't my thing." He played it off. Not wanting to appear weak. ["You're definitely not fine.”] His voice was soft but held so much weight. Was he seriously showing compassion towards him? He wasn't use to this...the emotion and action felt extremely foreign to him. He couldn't see his strings, and therefore he couldn't determine if Alexander's actions were genuine. So Alistair had to use his own emotions to determine what was real and what was fake...and right now...he was hating it. Is this what it felt like to be human? Alistair clenched a fist as the priest drew closer. Was he getting closer because he was curious....or to lower his guard so he could kill him. [ “You should turn back before the pressure crushes your lungs, Demons aren’t meant to walk this mountain.”] "You don't say..." Was he going to let him leave? Just like that? Wasn't he concerned? Curious as to why he was here. Why he was following him? [ “I’m trying to decide whether that’s brave or incredibly foolish.”] " I'm too hha...handsome to be a fool." He forced a smile. Feeling body and lungs ache. It was getting harder and harder to breath.He could feel Alexander gaze on him. He wished he knew what the blonde was thinking. [ “…You really shouldn't push yourself this hard. It's dangerous for you.”] " ha..ha.a priest.ha..worried about a..ah.ha..a demon?" He chuckled. " Now Ive sseen it ah.all...ha.ha.." [ "I don't like seeing anyone suffer. Even someone who probably came here for reasons I won't like." ] " Now we're.ha..stereotyping...ha s-shame on you..ha...M-maybe I..j-just wanted to ha...go.ha..hiking...ha-.." [ "And yet... you came close enough for me to feel you. That means something."] This was bad...he was starting to feel light headed. His vision flickering from blurry to clear. He reached for a tree, using it to steady himself. [ “And if you're going to follow me again, you may want to build up your tolerance to holy ground. Unless you enjoy looking like you're about to faint.”] ( He knows...Im reaching my limit...) He struggled to catch his breath, his head falling as he stared at the ground. It was hard to even look at him now. Alexander had this soft glow around him that started to burn your eyes if you were a demon. " You saah.ha..said again....me-meaning n-next time ha.ha.ha......." He locked eyes with Alexander, determined. " When." ( Why the hell...do I want to see you again...)

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For a long moment, Kaito couldn't speak. His throat felt too tight, his thoughts too loud, his heartbeat too uneven. Asher's voice reached him through all of it , steady, patient, a grounding warmth he didn't know he'd been starved for. Not pushing or demanding. Just … there. Kaito swallowed hard. His fingers curled unconsciously into the fabric of his pants, grounding himself with the smallest anchor he could manage. When he finally spoke, his voice came out rough, unsteady. “…She talked to me.” Asher didn't move, but Kaito felt the way the air shifted, attention sharpening, not in a predatory way but in a deeply protective one. Kaito darted a quick glance up at him, then looked away again, heat rising in his face. “It wasn't like hearing someone out loud,” he continued quietly. "It was... inside. More like … like she's always been there, just waiting for me to notice." The wolf stirred at the back of his mind calm now, listening. Not pushing him. Just present. "She said she was locked hidden. That she had to stay quiet so no one could use me. Or find me." A shaky breath escaped him. “She said they'd…hurt me if they knew.” He took another breath, shakier than he meant to and forced the words out. “She also said she woke up because… I wasn't alone anymore.” The moment the sentence left him, his pulse spiked. He felt exposed, vulnerable in a way he'd never allowed himself to be. Kaito swallowed again. There was no easy way to say the rest. "And she told me why. Why she woke up now. Why I felt … why everything feels like this." His voice cracked. Kaito forced himself to meet his eyes. “It's because of you,” he whispered. Kaito's wolf pressed softly against his ribs, offering silent courage. "She said... you're the one meant to protect me. Help me. That she wasn't supposed to wake up until I had someone who could keep me safe." His breath trembled again, but he didn't look away. “And she told me something else.” Kaito felt his heartbeat slam against his ribs. "She said there's a bond. Between us." “She said…” Kaito's voice dropped to a whisper, every word trembling. “…that we’re mates.” The world went impossibly quiet. Kaito felt the truth burn in his chest like a second heartbeat. His wolf steady behind him, Asher steady in front of him, and himself caught between terror and the first fragile bloom of belonging he'd felt in years. Kaito didn't expect the silence to feel heavy. He felt like he was standing on the edge of something so big it threatened to swallow him whole. We're mates. The words still echoed in his skull, ringing like truth and warning all at once He dragged a shaky hand through his hair, fingers trembling so hard he almost missed. He didn't want to look at Asher, didn't want to see whatever expression was on his face … and yet… He did. He looked. And the way Asher was watching him, sharp, focused, tense but not angry, made Kaito's stomach twist in ways he didn't have labels for yet. This wasn't supposed to be possible. This wasn't supposed to be them. Kaito had spent so much time avoiding him. Arguing with him. Bracing every time the wolf got too close because their personalities clashed like flint and steel. And Asher … God, Asher had always been this arrogant, stubborn, unbearably intense wolf who walked through rooms like he owned the floorboards. Who glared at Kaito like he was a problem waiting to happen. Who argued with him about everything logic, rules, angles, stubbornness … But also who stepped in front of danger without thinking. Who dragged him behind his back when hell broke loose. Who stood between Kaito and every threat without ever asking for thanks or permission. And now they were … Mates … Bound. Linked on a level he didn't even fully understand yet. He swallowed, throat tight. “I don't…” His voice cracked, so he started again. “I don't know what this means, Asher. And I know we don’t exactly… get along.” His mouth twisted, half a bitter laugh, half despair. "You hating and not trusting me helped our lives. And I … " He stopped, breathing stuttering. He didn't want to admit the rest. Didn't want to confess that yes, he noticed Asher was attractive, painfully so. That he'd noticed the stupidly broad shoulders and the sharp jaw and the way Asher's eyes always looked like they were reading him like a secret. He didn't want to admit how many times he'd wondered why Asher bothered getting so worked up over him. He didn't want to admit anything, really. Because now… it mattered. And that made it terrifying. Kaito wrapped his arms around himself, squeezing until his ribs ached. “Look, I just—” He lifted his gaze, "I don't want this bond to make things worse. I don't want you stuck with someone you have nothing to do with … Someone you don’t even …"He cut himself off before he said like. Because that felt too raw, too open. His wolf stirred, warm and steady, insisting in that quiet way: He won't leave. He won't abandon you. He won't hurt you. But Kaito couldn't trust that yet. Not when his whole world had changed in a heartbeat.

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