Midnight Sun's Paradise

Season 1: Chapter 4: Forgotten?

In the middle of the night, a man with a white spiral horn on his head and a blue eye on his middle forehead, known to be the white demon, knelt faithfully in front of the man who has the same physical features as him, but the difference is, the man in front of him was crowned with a white crescent moon. The man on the throne was sitting down with the chin in the palm of his hand. He smirked as he saw his disciple knelt in front of him.

"So, what's the news?" The man on the throne, Asmodeus Acosta, leader of the demon clan, coldly asked.

The man who was kneeling in front of him, Leloux del Fuente, silently sighed and said, "It seems like one of Lycaon's pet already found his mate. What should I do, Lord Asmodeus?"

Asmodeus grinned before he stood up and then he purposely blew out the passing butterfly that lit a fire on its wings. The butterfly that was flying freely vanished into thin air because of Asmodeus' super hot breath. After killing the butterfly, he laughed so hard and it seemed like he was enjoying it.

"And?" Asmodeus asked.

"He mated with a guy," continued Leloux.

After laughing so hard, Asmodeus suddenly stopped and his facial expression changed.

"You mean, he mated with a guy? A man? Not to a lady? But a man?"

It became so serious but after a few seconds, he laughed again and again and was dancing in joy. He said, over and over, the word "Wonderful! How wonderful!"

His only disciple, Leloux, couldn't stand his kneeling anymore because he hated kneeling for God's sake. But he had no choice because it's the demon leader he's facing right now. All he'd wanted to hear from his Lord was the order. He wanted to know what's the next order and what he should do next. He doesn't want to hear his Lord's horrible laughter. Why does he have to hear this kind of laughter?

"What should I do next, Lord Asmo---"

"Kill him," Asmodeus gave a sharp glare at Leloux.

Leloux got chills and immediately nodded his head while saying, "Yes, my Lord."

He already decided whom he should kill. As far as he knew, werewolves could become so weak if their mate is in danger. But since they're interfering in the human world, werewolves can be much stronger either their mate is in danger or not.

And as talented, as skilled, and as brainy as Leloux, a plan came into his mind. He stood up from kneeling and faced Asmodeus with gratitude, putting his right hand on his chest and said, “As you wish, Lord Asmodeus.”

After bowing, he then shifted into a fine man. Same as his demon form, this man had grey hair and blue oceanic eyes. His body went beyond toned muscle structure and verge into defined, well-built curves often visible through his clothing. He grinned as he politely bowed down his head.

Morning rise, Bryle suddenly woke up from his nightmare again. He panted heavily and was shaking intensely but for some reason, it was all gone when he saw on top of him, the man, whom he had s*x last night, furiously looked at him while growling. This man’s eyes looked like they were about to gouge out because of his too much anger. The veins on his face looked like it will pop out sooner or later.

“You’re already awake?” smiled Bryle to the man.

For some reason, it looked like Bryle fell in love with this guy. The man was a stranger at first but in Bryle’s eyes, he surely loves the man more than anyone else. It all happened in one night, and Bryle already found his heart, beating for someone.

Bryle gently touched the man’s face and said, “Good morning.”

The man paused for a while but then, he clenched his fists and for a moment, he released his sharp claw. He madly choked Bryle on his neck that it made him lose his breath. He gently held the man’s hands despite being choked so hard.

“Who are you?!” exclaimed the man, “Why were we sleeping in the same bed?”

Bryle’s tongue went out from too much force coming from this man. The man still didn’t stop choking Bryle and he just continually asked those things again and again. Bryle’s tears started rolling on his cheeks. He couldn’t answer the man’s question nor he could breathe.

“So he did that to me last night even though he doesn’t know me,” Bryle thought.

He started crying when he felt his heart tore up into pieces. He thought that the man did it to him last night because he assumed that this man was in love with him.

Even though he started to accept the fact that he had s*x with a beast, not with a human; Even though he already started to develop his feelings towards the man; how could this man plan on almost killing him?

“Why?! Answer me! Why am I here?” The man planned not to let go of Bryle unless he will answer his questions.

“I can’t tell him we had s*x last night. He doesn't know me... yes, he doesn't know me. It seems like he didn’t remember what happened. Even so, I have to bring up something else... Something else,” Bryle nervously thought and an excuse came up to his mind.

He slowly pointed his fingertips down towards the man’s bandaged wounds. He gently touched the bandages as the man slowly came back to his senses and looked down to his chest.

When the grip of the man started to loosen up, Bryle spoke in a low tone voice, “Y-Your wounds. I-I treated them.”

Last night, after they did it, even though Bryle could barely move his body because of his first time, he still managed to treat the man's wounds. While the man was sleeping and he was treating him, he thought that that may be the reason he fell in love with the man. It's not enough reason for him to fell in love with him, but it's also his first time treating someone with care, especially he treated the man's wounds.

And for some other reason, he fell in love with the man because of his sleeping face. It was too innocent and lovely at the same time. But how come the man he fell in love with, was this man who nearly killed him? Was this really love that he felt for the man? Does he want him so badly?

In the end, the man stopped choking him but on top of that, Bryle coughed so hard that he vomited saliva. He turned around against the man and started to cry silently.

"I can't believe I love this man, even though I don't know his name yet," Bryle whispered between his sob.

The man sat right at the corner of the bed, touching his bandaged chest. "This mere human was helping me? How dare he touched me!" the man growled in his mind.

"I'm not grateful for someone like you, even if you did this to me. It's not like this will change the world. Anyways, let's not see each other again," the man spoke in a cold manner.

Bryle gasped and covered his mouth in shock because he couldn't believe the man he loved told him that. He didn't want the man to see him cry so he's still facing against the wall and silently sobbing. The man got his folded clothes that were placed on side of the bed. Before he wore his leather jacket, he felt like a cold wind went right through him when he saw his jacket's damaged parts were stitched accordingly.

"You did this?" the man asked Bryle. He seemed like he knew what the man was talking about so he silently nodded as his reply.

The man started to head out from the window. Before he could get out, Bryle asked him a question with a blanket, covered on his face.

"May I..." Bryle paused and at the same time, the man looked at him.

"...know your name?" he then continued.

Before the man could answer, Bryle tried to shut his mouth so that his gasping and his panting couldn't be heard by the man. "I know this will be our last time seeing each other. So before he would leave me, it's better to ask his name. Let's just see each other in another life," Bryle thought, crying in disbelief.

"You have no right to know my name, young man," answered the man, coldly, and jumped out the window.

And then again, Bryle sobbed and cried over and over on his bed. He couldn't get the man to know his name; he couldn't be with the man when he wanted to; the man hated him.