His silhouette was ominous as light from the silvery blue moon and white moon filtered in through the window. Sweet smelling smoke swirled about his bone white face, casting eerie shadows and making the crimson demon like tattoos seem to grow. Pupilless white eyes gazed down at the seemingly quiet streets of Kraos. The blood moon had yet to rise and grace the beggars, murderers, and prostitutes with its delightful dread.

In the bed, she was lying silent. The only sound was her shallow breathing, and an occasional moan as she stirred. A thin satin sheet covered her naked body. Light cast upon her hair revealed golden tresses, though her hair was truly strawberry blonde. Her skin as made all the more darker due to the room’s lighting. She was beautiful for what she was.

Her appearance was human. Bronze skin from exposure to the sun. Shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, now streaked with gold. Her cotton candy pink lips, now relaxed, were lush, pillowy, and had a natural pout to them. Her face was flawless, save for the tiny scar right beneath her left eye. A peaches and cream complexion as some women would comment. Her body was lithe, and toned from all the exercise she put herself through. Training she would tell you. For what? She would never tell you. The sheet fell delicately over every enticing curve.

However, should she open her eyes, the human of her would seem to not exist. Her eyes were a beautiful exotic color of teal. Yet, it was not that feature that seemed inhuman. It was the nature of her eyes. Her pupils were thin slits. In fact, one could describe her eyes as a mixture of a feline and reptile. There seemed a high alertness and awareness in her eyes. One that became one reason he had taken her…and brought her here.

Sinnyn turned. His near eight foot frame darkening as he stepped away from the window. His body was lean, and tightly muscular. Each movement brought an erotic ripple of muscle. His dark red lips were stoic, but held a thin cigar. Pearly white eyes seemed to glow and twinkle despite the lack of light as he gazed upon her body.

“Krisha,” he murmured.

Memories suddenly fell forth.

“She’s my niece, Sinnyn,” Peiallai had stated firmly. “I will not have her life endangered anymore than it already is.”

Gods, she was beautiful. Peiallai.

Sinnyn gazed at her steelish grey eyes that turned blue at times, depending on her moods. Her face was slightly angular, and possessed delicate features. Dark burgundy hair framed her face in a China doll style, and fell just to her chin. She always wore black leathers that hugged her alluring body. Gods, he just wanted to touch her. Never stop touching her.

“Fine,” he replied in a rumble. “I’ll see what I can do…”

Krisha had been seventeen then. A shy, very self conscious girl who had been adopted by Katreana, Peiallai’s older sister. Now, she was a part of the family as an adopted niece, and took care of Peiallai’s and Katreana’s orphaned nephew Jaysen.

For months, they had been battling a creature by the name of Syrius. He was a beast of the Abyss that possessed a clan of seductive women. Soul assassins. The main cause of this battle. Peiallai. She had “run away” from Syrius’ ranks. One day, something clicked, and she could not live with what she had been doing for decades.

Somewhere down the road, her path crossed Sinnyn’s. And somehow, they had fallen in love. Though, that was still a concept hard for him to grasp. He was not used to settling for one woman…in fact, at times, when he and Peiallai were not together…he was in bed with another woman. Gods,if she found out…

Days later, Zarxeze was given the duty of protecting Krisha. Sinnyn had to admit, he was concerned for the girl. She had no place with the likes of his kind or deserved to be the target of a vile creature such as Sinnyn. The irony….

Peiallai…

“Peiallai,” he murmured, shaking himself out of the flashbacks.

A moan came from Krisha as she turned under the sheet, exposing more of her naked flesh to him. With a sigh, he looked away. Damn his conscience. Rarely did it managed to claw its way to the surface, but when it did, he hated it.

“I knew you’dbe bad news,” Katreana’s voice stated.

“Get off it, Kat,” he said. “I can’t help what I am. We aren’t made to settle down.”

Katreana’s pupilless midnight blue eyes glared at him from across the table. Her lips turned into a cruel smile.

“Yet, you married her, vowed to forever be faithful…and empregnated her…only to leave her with twins….”

She shook her head.

“Gods, Sinnyn, she loves you.”

Sinnyn kept his face from showing any emotion. He cared for Peiallai and their twin children Michil and Aphra, but things had change. He had changed. Quietly, he puffed on the thin cigar. It annoyed Kat,and that was one reason he kept it up. Right now,she was annoying him.

“Aphra adores you,” Katreana went on.

Blinking, he gazed at her. A frown turning his dark red lips.

“Leave her out of this,” he said flatly.

An eyebrow arched slightly as Katreana regarded hiim. She had hit one cord. She knew he still cared for Peiallai, perhaps even still loved her on some level, but Aphra…the girl was a completely different story. Sinnyn and his daughter (though, Katreana was now positive he had more children than just the Twins) shared some mysterious bond. There was something there that no one could explain. Gods, the girl scared Peiallai to death.

“And you…” she paused. “Michil needs a father, Sinnyn. I know -“

“Shut up, Kat,” he growled, standing. “Leave them all out of this. There is nothing I can do about it, alright? I can’t stay with them…”

Glaring at him, she stood. Though he towered over her, Katreana was still quite an intimidating figure. She stood five feet six inches. Dark fiery red hair fell to her waist. Her body was well muscled. There was nothing delicate about this woman. Her jaw fixed slightly as those dark orbs gazed at him intently.

“Worthless leech,” she snarled. “You are a coward…running away from all of this.”

A large white hand snapped out and slapped her face, drawing blood.

“Fuck off, Kat,” he snarled back.

He walked out then. Never came back. Never said good-bye to Peiallai. Never kiss his little girl good-bye. Never looked back at the boy that was his son. He was just gone.

“Sinnyn.”

Her voice brought him back to the room. Krisha sat up, hugging the bedsheet to her body. Teal eyes glaring at him with hatred. Now, the blood moon was in the abyss black sky, casting a red shadow on her body.

Licking his lips, he flicked the spent cigar out the window. His eyes and face void of any emotion. Moving toward the bead, he stopped inches from it, staring down at her.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he asked, “Dream well?”

The corners of her mouth seemed to twitch as if wanting to snarl, but as it was when she was awake, her lips remained in their mixture of smirk and smile. She was a fiery, and dangerous, woman. Yet, she knew she was still a child to this man…this creature.

“Do I really need to tell you?” she answered in a low voice. “Aren’t you able to read minds?”

A scowl passed over his handsomely dark face.

“Gods, girl,” he hissed. “I’m doin’ you a favor.”

Krisha scoffed and laughed at him.

“Doing me a favor?” she snapped. “By kidnapping me and bringing me…here?”

Though, she wasn’t exactly sure where here was, she had an idea. Sinnyn had one favorite realm, and that was Kraos. In Kraos, he was it. He was Kraos, and everyone knew it. In fact, she glanced over his shoulder out the window. A dark laugh poured from her lips. Yes, he had brought her to Kraos. She would never forget those moons. As a girl, she had come here to work…long ago.

“If I wasn’t in a good mood, I’d throttle you, Krisha,” he stated as he leaned down and brought his face close to hers.

His dark red lips became a smile that made his handsome features seem all the more demonic. A set of perfect white teeth glinted in the pale light. A hand reached up then to grasp her shoulder firmly.

Krisha jerked back, not wanting to feel him touch her. She still blamed him for so much. For everything that had happened to her family. The only family she had known. And as he touched her, immense heat radiated suddenly like placing gasoline on a lit fire.

“Fuck!” Sinnyn hissed as he snapped back his hand.

A smile came to her luscious lips.

“Not all you think I am, huh?” she sneered back at him.

Rubbing his burnt hand, he moved away from her to put the injured hand in the water basin near the bed. It was more for show. Afterall, didn’t he worship the Goddess of Pain and Chaos?

He glanced at her with a thoughtful frown. As the burning cooled, he took a look. There was not blistering, though he was sure it there would be some soon.

Then, he gave a smile.

“Well, I always knew you were more than an awkward girl,” he remarked.

Her body stiffened, and her eyes narrowed.

“I’m nothing like you,” she stated fiercely.

He laughed. A deep laughter that came from deep within his chest verbrated off the walls. His eyes seemed to brighten with some inner light. Yet, it wasn’t light…it was something else.

Krisha hugged the sheet tighter about her body.

“Oh, but you are, m’dear,” he chuckled softly, approaching the bed again.

This time he sat down on the mattress. His gaze intense and seeming to burn into her. Krisha tried hard not to be scared, but somehow…he was reducing her back to the shy, insecure seventeen year old girl. Her lips became a thin line as she straightened more on the bed, staring at him defiantly. Again, he chuckled softly.

“You see, you may not be like one of me, but you are something that everyone is going to watch from now on,” he stated, gazing at her thoughtfully now. “They whisper that you are Citoahc, like me…like the others, but you aren’t.”

He paused to let her digest that little bit.

She blinked, not trusting him fully.