Title: Kage Riku <The Shadowed Lands>
Author: kc-chan
Disclaimer: not responsible for acts of large dungeon and dragon dice hitting you, and that the Gundam boys ain't mine
Warnings? Yaoi, OOC, AU. Angst... and death and a whole bunch of flashbacks ^__^ Timothy Leary eat your heart out!
Spoilers: for the whole Gwing series.
Pairings: 2x5; Meirenx5; and 13xMeiren. . . Lilith x Trieze; 6x1x9; 3x4; and others that I probably forgot ^__^;;
Archive: You wanna post it on your site? Email me. . .
**NOTE** not all the spells in this piece are fully mine, they have been given to me by a friend Akumu ([email protected] ) as well as a thanks to her for having her roommate do translations from the LDs for me. There are places in here that dialogue was directly altered from the series. My whole goal was to make this a what if...? to the series. I think people are able to distinguish my dialogue and thoughts from those of the series. as to how close they are, they are a mix from me meddling with them, her translations and watching of the dub. The lines borrowed from the series are directly copyright to Bandai and are used without permission. Many of Relena's speeches are changed only slightly, due to the fact that why change the Peacecraft ideals. I snipped and edited the translation, but those are very much not my words.
Notes:
"<<speech in this denotes it isn't in English>>"
//flashback//
*astral speaking*
<<lyrics>>
Special Note of thanks to Cheshire-san ([email protected]) and Sapphire Rose-san!!!! ([email protected]) for beta-ing and proofreading!!

Kage Riku
[The Shadowed Lands... ]

By: Kc-chan

Chapter 2

Virtus ad Mortis... conjungere e sanguis...
(Death to virtue... combining of blood.)

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The poor warrior, not even more than a young man, struggled endlessly against the shadows. He thrice-cursed himself for allowing his troops to fall to this web of deceit and die with out honour on this daemon blood bath. His eyes stung with the stench of human flesh smoldering.

No human left in any decent part. All shredded, tortured and still he fought. He was a Knight. He was a Knight for her Majesty. He would not let her down. He fought for her honour, her love, and for her kingdom. The beautiful princess, awaiting her people, her knights... he had to survive. He had to! He had to tell her...

With a scream of divine rage he cast another barrier spell. He wanted to heal himself to badly, but he couldn't afford to waste that power on himself. "Hold on and wait for me my love... " he thought. Her very presence in his thoughts was keeping him fighting. Slash after slash, arrow and fist, whatever he could find and use to live and get back to her...

Sammael drifted a few feet off the ground watching this young warrior, he had seen so many fall so easily, it was amazing what this one was doing in the middle of his Asmodeus' troops. Very few ever stood this long- "Well, there it is." He muttered. Black eyes... so violent... so full of rage. He ran his eyes down that small and lithe body... he fingered his long red braid and pondered the region of the seal upon this warrior's cloth...

It seemed very familiar, but he had seen many kingdoms come and go... Oh! It looked like the warrior was on his last leg. "Well, he is mine then. Any warrior this beautiful and untamed I will have. Then he may die." The shadows wrapped around their master and circled down.

Ebony eyes began to see fuzz. Blood tears trickled down his cheeks. He could taste the copper in his mouth. He would die on this blood drenched field with out seeing his love ever again... never to see her... And as the blackness creeped closer to him he was able to make out a red tailed braid with its master continuing closer. The shadows bending to his will.

"Venenum Angeli... " the boy whispered. He crossed himself, like the Orders declared to protect himself, and began praying to survive. It was the devil of death himself. The force they had been fighting. He hoped now for a swift death. That would serve to honour his love. <1>

Sammael stopped and looked at the boy, "Latin? Ahhhh... " It suddenly dawned on him and he chuckled.

Two black eyes glared at him, which only caused more laughter. "You are so amusing, my child." the braided daemon chuckled.

"Daemon de generis... diaboli de mortise... dea servare mortalo... " he whispered trembling, despite his want to be brave. <2>

"Interesting choice of tongue... " he met frightened eyes and sighed, grin still in place and violet eyes burning with an internal hunger. "You don't understand me, do you?"

With a quick movement to his body, Sammael oozed into black ink and slithered up into his form again a few feet from the boy and walked like a hunter, admiring his fallen prey. After a few moments of violet gazing over the warrior and black eyes following his movements, Sammael stopped and lifted the boys chin.

The boy shuddered at the touch. Daemon flesh was warm and not cold like he was taught. Anf those violet eyes scorched into his soul, looking for something.

"Order of Virtues, yes?" the braided boy asked running long fingers calmly through black silk loving the glare the boy gave him for doing so. He tried again, "Jussi de Virtus, corrigero?" This time there was an understanding. <3>

"Corrigeres, diaboli." The raven-haired warrior spat at him. <4>

Sammael sighed. This was very trying. The boy obviously only spoke the so called 'divine' language used in the Orders and such. He suspected it was to be expected... But this beauty had such potential. His servants were paired off, and not very much interest to him. But to break this human... this divine little creature...

The decision was made. He had seen the evil and rage in that soul, those death eyes of black, rage in battle. It had to be his... body and soul and heart. Sammael grasped the boy in the shadows.

The warrior screamed and struggled for his life. Twisting and turning, trying to fight the shadows. "Ne... negaret!!!" <5>

Sammael laughed and picked up a bloodied knife from the battlefield. "Is it so bad? This way there is no one to see your dishonorment." And he pressed his hand to the struggling boys throat and whispered ancient words letting the tongues touch the boys voice box and letting his language seep in, every word and pronunciation become his.

"Stop!!" the boy yelled and stopped wide-eyed, shaking in disbelief... His native tongue had changed. He was speaking the language of the daemons... Trembling he looked up to see the lust laden in those violent eyes. So innocent to first glance was his captor, yet so very powerful, those eyes could never hide that fact.

"There now. This is much easier. Now why should I stop? I thought the act of love-making was a beautiful work of art. You beg to differ?" Sammael asked.

"But... but... " The boy started struggling as the knife removed his clothing, revealing his body to the devil holding him.

Sammael ran his hand down the boy's arm, stroking it softly, his voice just above whispers, eyes laden with sex and desire. "I wasn't sure, but seeing you like this my warrior... I do believe you shall like this... " With that said he began to stroke the boy enjoying the small gasps and tears pricking at the corner of those black eyes.

"Who... What in the name of hell are you... " The boy whispered shuddering in fear and yet a desire to fall into this person who looked so human... A gasp escaped as the creature took a nipple into his mouth. It was so erotic and sensual the boy couldn't help but watch, fascinated and repulsed at the same time...

"Who and what in hell indeed!" Sammael chuckled and wrapped a strong arm around the smaller boys waist drawing him close, lips brushing the other boys. "You can call me master... But then again, in *this* form of meeting I let you call me... Sammael. For I am you master and you will be mine... "

"Sammael... " the broken boy whispered memories slowly returning of his princess... "No... Mai Ran... "

Sammael hissed, "She will not take you now... You have broken the codes of Virtue, and have lost your honor when you lost to our forces. You are not for her. You are _mine_. Understand? Mine! Your name?"

"Mai... Ran... " he whispered. Tears rolled down those tan cheeks betraying the weakness of the boy.

"Mine. You are mine." And Sammael plunged a war on the boy's senses, taking him to the brink of insanity with the passion raging like an inferno of hellfire. Leaving the boy dulled in the attack he whispered again, growing tight and hard and awaiting this boy's surrender. "Name."

"Vrita... " the word came.

"Vrita... beautiful. That name shall only come from my lips and my lips alone. You are going to be reborn, little Vrita. Death and famine will be your friends and servant shall you be to me. My blood is turning you to daemon as we speak and soon you will never hurt again, my Vrita." The word was perfect. "My Apaosa. My Vrita." His lips began to catch the screams of his lover. Shadows releasing the boy to their master's arms.

"My Vrita. My Apaosa. My Wufei." whispered Duo to Wufei's lips and captured them again, feeling the flesh of his lover up against him. As if those centuries of slumber had never occurred...

Wufei couldn't hold up, the war raged his senses. He was caught in a rift of human memories past and present and a lifetime of lifetimes of bringing pain and suffering against those he once protected. And Mai Ran. He had killed her twice over. Again never letting her know that he had loved her! He had lost his chance at redemption... How could the gods have been so cruel?! "Meiren... " The word slipped from his lips.

Duo's grip tightened as those words caused ice to rumble through his veins. "That name." He hissed, eyes narrowing. "Again she tries to haunt you my love."

"Your slut." Wufei answered. "I don't love you."

"That is because you aren't fully reborn yet." Duo answered, sure of the response. "Curious and curiouser though... I can not believe even *she* was reborn. A trivial bitch that held a chain on your honor and virtue. Mai Ran and Meiren... Well I hope the heaven's have opened their gates to you... " He looked back at Wufei barely struggling in his arms and whispered cruelly, "How ironic you let your clan die twice, both at your hands... Ulster and the L5 cluster... Wonderful love... " Duo was drunk with intoxication of his small lover.

Wufei was confused beyond all hells. A clashing of memories but the warmth Duo was giving him... How many dreams had Duo doing this too him? "Duo... " the word fell from his lips despite himself...

Two pairs of eyes caught each other than a moment became a lifetime, Duo's peace and happiness was in his little lover and Wufei's freedom and happiness in Duo. Lips caught each other and Duo pulled his shadows around them and pulled them onto the bed. Quatre would understand.

Duo ran his hands over the silken flesh gleaming with sweat. Wufei was breathing hard, gasping at the air to fill his lungs. Humans were defenseless against the sexual desires of the daemons that took them. It was the essential evil that lay in every human heart. A barrier that was ridden in daily life, good and evil, evil and good. There was no balance that raged in humans only chaos.

Wufei moaned in pleasure as Duo's mouth began to descend upon his body, fires burned the boy internally. "Duo!! Please!!" Wufei begged. The burning... the need... He needed a release!

Duo pulled back and peeled off his own clothes. "See? I told you if you continued to sleep naked I would have to join you!" He chuckled as Wufei's hips slammed against his own. The boy was burning in desire.

Duo slowly slid into the smaller boy, watching the rapture and pain cross the boy's face. His lover was always too beautiful. Perhaps it was his downfall, then again maybe not. But this boy was so desirable. He once told Vrita that he would wake into the gates of heaven and let himself be slain for one night of his passion. He said that to Vrita after their first night...

Wufei moaned with sheer pleasure. Duo pumped in and out of him. Slamming with fire and ice, Wufei could barely stay in control of his sanity. Duo was bringing him to the brink of insanity and back. He couldn't handle the pleasure! Not in this human form... But he had too!

Duo was lost in his own attacks. Plunging in and out of the boy tight little hole. Entranced with the screams echoing in the shadows around them. He captured those pouty lips... so full... Drinking them in like wine. Perfect lips, drowning in onyx eyes, hands running through raven silk.

Wufei screamed as Duo descended upon him again. He was being taken over and over again as if these were the last moments on earth. The screams were turned to tormented moans. Releasing in moments of ecstasy and blackness, returning to the light to descend once more. He shouldn't! But... Duo... He needed this boy. He needed Duo just like he needed Sammael those millennia ago...

Perhaps... Perhaps he could stop the transformation from occurring to redeem himself. Though he would probably go insane trying. And those were his last thoughts before falling into the recesses of slumber...

Duo kissed those rapturous lips once again and gathered his lover next to him. Wufei would wake up tomorrow in a world of pain and agony and confusion. It wasn't time for him to awaken. He felt the tugs that bitch still held on his Vrita. But this was a start. Besides tomorrow he was assured to meet another servant. Knowing the screams from the other room, Quatre was showing his human lover what it means to be a daemon. He almost felt sorry for Dumah to be awakened by his lover. Moloch was never kind. But Trowa would manage... <6>

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Quatre glared at the child-like image that stared back at him in the mirror. His human lover was still in the shower and didn't know he had returned. And Quatre was at a loss how to handle the situation.

Duo had said they were all mostly here, so that meant Dumah was or more than had to be Trowa. And it could be very fun to awaken the angel of silence to this mortal realm.

He glared at the mirror. It didn't matter or not with the wings and claws, the fates had damned him to the body of a child. A child like the ones he loved to slaughter. Not his beautiful adult form he was so use to. Sure there were perks in this body and they could be used, but he looked like a gods damned child!

"Quat-... re... " Trowa stepped from the bathroom to stop short. Quatre was standing there with small little bat wings hanging from his back, claws for hands, and covered in blood.

Quatre smirked and turned with a chuckle, "I'm home?"

Trowa dropped the towel in his hand. This was Quatre on crack. This was the zero system hyped up a few hundred times... "You have wings... "

Quatre blinked and looked to the mirror, "So I do. Does this make you feel better?" he retracted them back into his body, only two black colored skin patches remained where the wings had been along his shoulder blades.

Trowa nodded unsure of his slightest movement. "Quatre?"

Quatre glared. Was this mortal a *fool*? Then again many had never seen daemons in this day and age. "Yes, love?"

Turquoise meet sage green. In an instant memories flashed between them. Their bond was unlike any other. To each, the eyes were a portal to their souls. For Trowa, it was akin to reading any book when he looked into his angel's eyes. But what he had just saw. In essence, *witnessed*, was something that made the bile rise in him. Trowa backed up as he could see what Quatre had done. He ran for the door. He didn't want to deal with this. He slammed the door and sank to the ground, shaking. He didn't want to think about what that *thing* was doing to Quatre's body. "That thing is not my Quatre... " he whispered looking at the ground.

Moloch knew that he shouldn't have cared. That he should have laughed and seen this as a chase, he was Moloch wasn't he. Worshiped and feared by nations, wasn't he? So why was he trembling and feeling tears gather in his eyes? He was a daemon and he did *not* cry.

He stormed over to the door and ripped it open.

Trowa who had been leaning against the door fell back, looking up at Quatre.

Trowa stared for a moment. He swore there were tears in those eyes. What was wrong with his little lover?

The green eyed boy was staring at him with all that love he always showed to the blonde in his eyes. Moloch stumbled back. Why couldn't he be forceful?! He scampered back as Trowa rolled back and grabbed his shoulders to look down at the boy.

"Stop it!" and Quatre shoved Trowa back. How could this human-?

Moloch watched as Trowa pulled him closer. "Let me go!!!" pushing away again and stumbling back only to be caught. More forcefully he yelled, "I said... Put. Me-"

"Down?" finished Trowa. Burning in a blue and green wings. Dark eyes burning into Moloch's.

"Dumah... " the words slipped from his mouth despite himself.

"Shhh... . Quiet Moloch." Trowa whispered as he pulled the boy against him. He felt the smile against his chest and he stroked the blonde's hair, "Let's get you a bath... Gods above must you slaughter them?"

Quatre looked up with an evil smirk, "I wouldn't be a Canaanite god if I didn't!"

Trowa smiled and pulled the boy towards the shower, "Damn that innocent guise, you are truly going to scare the hell out of people... "

"You don't hate this child-like form?" Quatre asked worry filling those turquoise eyes, the same eyes that had only a few hours ago been filled with blood soaked rage and hellish glee.

"Not at all. Just means I get to treat you like one." And with that said he scooped up Quatre and dropped him unceremoniously into the tub.

"Trowa!!!!" was the scream that echoed through the chambers...

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Wufei awoke with a long stretch... Gods above he was soooo sore. Every where he ached. Stretching, he rolled to his side where he was greeted by two shining violet eyes smirking at him.

"Kawaii... Oh this is the most adorable thing I have seen in forever!" Duo laughed and pecked the boy on the nose.

"Wah... .Duo?" Wufei mumbled blinking a few times at the boy holding him. "What are you doing in here?"

Duo laughed and rolled off the bed. Stark naked and picked up his boxers and slip them on, "I told you I would join you in bed... "

Wufei blinked, "I swore you already... "

"Yes?" Duo asked smiling happily, the poor warrior was completely baffled. That was perfect. It was more fun when they came to him...

"Never mind... " and he collapsed back on the bed. Something was very off. He swore something very important happened... And why the hell was he sooo sore?!?

"See ya at breakfast Wu-kun!" and Duo skipped out of the room.

Wufei wearily sat up. He felt stiff and sore and bruised... The room smelt odd. All the sudden he became very, very awake. "Oh my gods... " he muttered and fell out of the bed and ran to the mirror.

Oh he definitely had the after sex glow. So that meant... "Duo and I... Oh my... " Wufei muttered. His head was spinning, he wanted a shower and to top it all off he had obviously been having quite a few sexual enchanted last night, but he couldn't remember *anything*! It seemed strange... that...

The morning light gleamed off the black horse statue next to his mirror. Catching the gleam Wufei looked at it, famine and death flittered momentarily though his mind... "Forgive me Meiren... " he whispered then heading toward the bathroom.

Shadows crept along the wall, watching Wufei's every motion, Duo giggled from their hidden corners... "Come to my arms my beamish boy! Oh fraptious day, callough callay! He chortled in his joy... " <7> Duo watched those ebony become alert and dash around the room...

"You won't find me till I want you too... " the shadows whispered and suddenly Wufei clearly remembered last night somewhere between a nightmare and heaven... And it had been with Duo...

"Oh Meiren... What have I let begin? What have I let happen to me?" he whispered, shadows seemed to move and violet eyes drowning his soul in fear. Wufei scampered to the bathroom and slammed the door.

Duo chuckled caught in elation. The boy had remembered!!! "Not like he would believe it or tell anyone... Now let's see how my dear little Mephistopheles is doing... I am going to need him to wake a certain Heero up... " and Duo melted in the shadows leaving nothing behind.

Wufei slowly shut the door, trembling. "What is heaven's name is happening... Why can't I remember anything but fragmented parts of meaningless events!?! Meiren... I am not worthy! What did I let that... that... *thing* do to me?! Oh Nataku, forgive me... Meiren... forgive me, for I have sinned... " and Wufei's head gently touched the back of the door as he sobbed into his arms... "Forgive me... Meiren... " he whispered.

Notes:
Notes:
<1> Venenum Angeli is Latin for Poison Angel which is what Sammael means. Sam is Hebrew for poison and el is Hebrew for angel.
<2> "the race of daemons. . .the devil of death himself. . . goddess save my soul. . ." forgive me my Latin is just so-so. . .
<3> "Order (military) of Virtue, am I correct?"
<4> "You are correct, devil."
<5> "No!"
<6> Dumah was the guardian of Egypt during Hebrew Exodus. You know the plagues and so forth. Also called the Angel of Silence or perhaps more aptly named the "Silence of Death."
<7> did I not tell you, every villain loves Alice!! It works with Duo soooo well!!! Quote taken from 'Alice in Wonderland' the Jabberwocky poem I believe.