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A Rose Born of Acrid Soil	By : Cyndiana Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 854 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Rammstein. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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TITLE: A Rose Grown of Acrid Soil (Aeon Flux/Rammstein crossover fic)
AUTHOR: Cyndiana
ARCHIVE: A Feather in the Blood (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/afeatherintheblood/)
RATING: NC-17 for graphic depiction of M/M sexuality, violence, and mild depiction of M/F sexuality.
PAIRING: Till/Richard, Christoph/Trevor, Paul/Olli, Aeon/Olli
SYNOPSIS: Trevor destroys a small sovereign kingdom, but prophecy wins out in the end.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: This is my first EVER crossover fic, yay for me! It is a crossover of Rammstein with Aeon Flux. If you are not familiar with Aeon Flux, I recommend this site to learn more: (http://www.disrecognizedspace.org/info.html). It was an idea born of a conversation between myself and my pally o’pal Val. This fic would never have been if not for her input and careful guidance. Thanks Val! ^^
DISCLAIMER: A work of fiction. Not a statement of fact in ANY way. Not for profit. All non-Rammstein characters and concepts herein property of Peter Chung and MTV Networks. All except the kingdom of Devon, which I made up. And Rammstein, obviously, belongs to themselves… ;)

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Trevor sat, sipping his cocktail, as he looked over the large view screen.

Thousands of Breen soldiers fighting for his cause, to overtake the small monarchy of Devon, on the outskirts of Monica.

The peace-loving citizens of Devon long vexed Trevor with their protests and tears. He knew he wouldn’t rest peacefully until it was crushed underfoot. He released the order to destroy all citizens, except those who may be of use to his cause.

He laughed quietly to himself as the carnage unfolded. His soldiers fired upon the citizens of Devon, who were unfortunately unarmed, and grossly unprepared for attack.

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Meanwhile, in the sovereign palace, people flee in fear. Four struggle to make order of the chaos.

The are convened in the throne room, a room decked in finely veined marble and gold. Blood red velvet tapestries line the walls, each embroidered in gold thread, a tapestry for every king that has ruled over Devon.

The room is lit with torches that cast a flickering, eerie glow.

Richard, the king’s emissary, paces angrily.

“What are we to do? We are being annihilated!”

Flake, the small nation’s sole physician and scientist sits, his head in his hands, long hair tangled in his slender fingers.

“We are doomed. Devon will soon be no more.” he speaks softly.

The prince, Christoph, leans against a marble pillar, weeping softly.

“To hell with Devon! My mother and father are dead! And soon, I will be too. The royal bloodline will die with me. Then will Devon truly die.” he speaks between gentle sobs.

Till, the king’s first guard, holds him close.

“I may have failed to protect your father, but I shall not fail you.” he says through trembling lips, gripping the gaping wound in his side.

“You did what you could, Till. You bear no shame.” the prince spoke, nuzzling his cheek.

“Till, come, let me clean and dress your wound…” the physician commanded, and soon Till followed him to the laboratory.

“You’re scared for Till, aren’t you Richard?” Christoph said softly, startling Richard out of his agitated state.

“Of course I am. He’d lay down his life for you between his own heartbeats.”

“And you resent me for this.”

“On the contrary. That is his way. He was not able to save your mother and father, and the only way he can vindicate himself would be to die for you. It is his way.”

“He loves you deeply. You are aware of that, aren’t you?”

“In his own way, yes, yes he does. But he is a creature of honor. Honor comes before his own heart.”

“Hmmm…” Christoph mused, as Till reentered with Flake, his side freshly bandaged.

Till captured Richard’s face in his hands, kissing him deeply.

“Do not fear, my angel…We will be free of this burden…even in the afterlife.”

Richard held him close, as the palace walls trembled.

“The troops have breeched the walls! This is it, we’re doomed!” Christoph sobbed, as the clomp of metallic boots rang through the inner vestibule.

Till held his staff high, ready to engage in battle.

The others fled for cover.

A line of Breen soldiers stood, and lowered their weapons, as Till gnashed his teeth in warning.

The leader of the brigade removed his helmet.

“By order of Trevor Goodchild, if you come peacefully you shall not be harmed. Resist, and you shall die. What is your decision?”

Till prepared to strike him dead, to feel a hand softly caress his shoulder.

Richard whispered softly in his ear.

“Surrender…Till, we surrender…”

Till calmed visibly, and lay down his staff.

“We surrender.”

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Meanwhile, two men flee for the Monican border.

“Olli, I’m so tired…” says one, cradled in Olli’s arms, battered and bleeding.

“Paul, not much farther, and we’ll be free.” Olli answers him, hazel eyes fractured with concern and fear.

“Olli, I can’t…I’m dying Oliver…Leave me, you’ll escape more quickly…”

“I’m not going to leave you! I can’t do that!”

“If you love me, you will leave me. Let me die knowing you escaped safely. I beg you, Oliver!”

Oliver stopped, sobbing, looking over his lover’s marred frame.

They kiss passionately.

“Oliver…Go…Please…”

“I love you, Paul…”

“GO!”

Oliver laid him on the soft grass, kissed him once more, and fled, never looking back.

It seemed like hours before he finally reached the Monican border, climbing the wall, only to be met by a sinister woman with a gun.

“Hello there, intruder. A representative of Trevor’s, yes?” she spoke, eyes in slits of suspicion.

“No…My lover…he is dead…Trevor…” he sobbed, as he fell to the ground, weeping.

“Ah…You’re a Devon. Splendid.”

She reholstered her gun, lifting him to standing.

“What is your name?” she demanded.

“Oliver.”

She wiped his tears away, running her finger tips over the lines of hair that framed his trembling lips.

“You are very lucky to have escaped, Oliver.”

It was then exhaustion overtook him, and he collapsed in her arms.

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The four men from the palace were bound, and led down the corridor to Trevor.

Richard and Till exchanged glances of love and concern as Flake remained characteristically stoic, and Christoph softly wept, fearful of what was to come.

Trevor stood, awaiting their arrival.

“My liege, the Devons we told you about.” the battalion leader announced, shoving them ahead with the end of his gun.

Trevor considered them all for a moment, before gripping Till by the chin.

“Your name?”

Till spat at him, and Trevor struck him across the face.

“You Devons have no manners! I asked your name, Neanderthal!”

“My name is unimportant.”

“That’s not much of a name, but somehow it suits you.” Trevor teased, lips curled in a sinister grin.

“His name is Till, my liege, the Devon king’s bodyguard.”

“Mmm…Yes, he’s certainly got the strength for it.” Trevor mused, running a hand over Till’s left bicep.

Till struggled against his bonds.

Trevor moved on to the next man.

“You…What is your name?”

“Flake Lorenz. Physician and scientist of Devon.”

“Hmm…Superb.”

He moved on to the next man.

“And you?”

“Richard Kruspe, the king’s emissary.”

“I’m sure you were much more than that, weren’t you?”

Richard lunged, angered at such an accusation.

“Touchy, touchy…and…who is this?” Trevor continued, as he stood before the last man.

“This, my liege, is the Devon prince, Christoph.”

Trevor eyed him furtively.

“And why was he not destroyed?” Trevor demanded.

“If it is your will my liege, it can be carried out immediately.” the battalion leader replied.

Trevor caressed Christoph’s smooth cheek, looking into his crystal blue eyes.

“On the contrary. I want him in my chambers. The others, in a cell until I decide their use.”

The others were led away, and Christoph was led to Trevor’s bedchamber, and bound to his bed.

He was left alone for what felt like hours.

He struggled futily against his bonds, fearful of what was to come.

Eventually, Trevor entered, eyes glowing with evil intent. He unfastened the buttons of his shirt letting it fall to the floor.

“I know exactly why my general let you live. He knows my tastes. He should, after all this time.”

Christoph trembled, struggling harder against his bonds.

“Please, relax. You’ll enjoy this a lot more.”

Christoph shuddered as Trevor ran a hand over his slender frame, and undid the ties of his linen gown.

It fell away at his sides, and Trevor took a knife from a holster on his belt, cutting the sleeves away.

Soon Christoph lay bare, save for a cloth bound at his loins.

Christoph moaned softly as Trevor cut it away.

“You are a vision, Christoph.”

Trevor leaned in to kiss him, and soon Christoph melted under his touch.

“You are pliant…I like that…” Trevor cooed, snaking his tongue into Christoph’s ear…

Christoph moaned as Trevor’s hot breath prickled over his neck.

Trevor stroked his cock gently, smiling as Christoph grew hard as steel under his hand.

“Do you want me, Christoph?”

“No! Nooo….Yes….Oh fuck….”

“Then, you must command the others to follow my orders. You will rule as my right hand. How does that sound?”

All of Christoph’s better judgment told him to resist, but he craved not only Trevor’s touch, but the unyielding power he offered. More power than he’d have ever had as King of Devon.

“Yes…Anything…ANYTHING…”

Trevor laughed softly.

“Good.”

Trevor kissed him deeply, then rose.

“Now, you must sleep. Tomorrow is an important day for you.”

Christoph whimpered at the loss, as Trevor left the room, leaving him bound and longing.

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Oliver awoke in a strange bed.

“Good morning.” the woman he met yesterday spoke softly, handing him a cup of something hot, pungent and herbal.

“You never told me your name.” he said, sipping the bitter brew.

“It’s not for you to know.”

“You saved my life. Please…”

“I don’t know why I trust you, but it’s Aeon.”

“Thank you…”

“Don’t waste your breath…You mentioned a lover yesterday?”

“Yes…My lover, Paul. He was killed in the war. I had to leave him to die.”

Olli sobbed softly.

“If you left him to die, how do you know he’s dead?”

Olli’s eyes blazed with anger.

“He was dying! He was nearly dead before I left!”

“Calm down, Devon. I was only trying to offer you hope.”

“Hope? Of what? That he might have lived? Only to be captured and tortured?”

“Trevor is too neat for that. He’d have merely been shot, and left.”

Olli rose, punching the wall.

“Do you go out of your way to be a bitch, or does it come naturally?” he hissed.

“If you wanted me to lie to you all you had to do was ask…” she replied, her brow arched coyly.

“Look…” Olli began, running his hands over his smooth, bald scalp, “My love, and my homeland are both gone. You could be a BIT more considerate.”

“No, you look,” she began to counter, standing to capture his face in her hands, “Your homeland is none of my concern. I have my own problems.”

Olli’s breath hitched as she was dangerously close.

She noticed, and smiled devilishly.

“So, do all of you Devons prefer your own, or do girls get to play too?” she questioned coyly.

“What? Oh…We love who we love…”

“That doesn’t answer my question…” she said with a wry grin, slipping out of her boots, and behind a silk blind.

She began to slip out of her clothes, hanging them over the blind.

Olli stood, licking his lips, forgetting his lost love, if only for the moment.

“You see, Oliver…You got past 1500 Breen troops. You do realize that? Without so much as a scratch. I’m not one for allies, but if I had to have one…”

She popped her head and one leg around the edge of the blind,

“…you’d be him.”

Olli could only clear his throat, as Aeon stepped from behind the blind.

She kissed him hotly, stripping his crisp blue linen robe away.

“What are you trying to say?” he finally brought himself to ask.

“Work with me. You hate Trevor. You’re in luck, so do I. Help me bring him to his knees.”

Olli smiled devilishly, as Aeon led him to her bedchamber.

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The night came and went quickly for Christoph, who lay bare, but no longer bound, in Trevor’s bed.

He wiped the sleep out of his eyes, and saw Trevor sitting at a small table filled with a veritable banquet.

“Ah, you’re awake. Please, join me.”

Christoph yawned, then strode over to the table. Trevor stopped enjoying his breakfast long enough to devour Christoph with his eyes.

“Today is your day, my pretty one. Today I offer you half of all.” Trevor spoke softly.

Christoph bit into a strange, pinkish-purple berry that tasted of wine.

“Why?”

“Oh, why bother asking? Enjoy it.”

“I’ve given you nothing yet.”

“Oh, but you will, Christoph. You will surrender all to me, and you will be handsomely rewarded.”

Christoph smiled coyly, and walked over to Trevor, straddling his lap.

“And what all do you believe I will surrender to you? What if I say I’ll give you nothing?” he whispered seductively in Trevor’s ear.

“You won’t say that.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“I told you last night you were pliant. I can feel your desire for power…I can smell it on your skin…” and with that, Trevor ran his nose over the warm flesh of Christoph’s neck.

“And I’m to possess half of all?”

“All I control. Yes…Why?”

“What if I demanded more?”

“You are a greedy child, aren’t you?”

“What if I said I wanted more of you?”

“That, my dear, could be arranged…”

With that, Trevor kissed him hotly, undoing the ties of his own robe, letting it fall away.

He reached for a dish of butter, placing his fingertip into the melting condiment, and running it over Christoph’s lips.

He slathered two fingers well, dipping them between the crevice of Christoph’s ass, and sliding them into his entry.

Christoph shivered and mewled as Trevor’s fingers made deeper and deeper violation.

Trevor removed his fingers, and replaced them with his erection, as Christoph cried out in delight, rocking and thrusting Trevor deeper and deeper into him.

Their tongues found each other, and wrestled between their lusting lips.

Trevor leaned down, capturing Christoph’s right nipple between his lips, sucking forcefully, and Christoph cried out his name.

Trevor smiled, placing his lips by Christoph’s ear.

“Tell me I have your complete loyalty and trust…” he more breathed than spoke.

“Everything…you have everything…” Christoph cried out, as Trevor thrust upwards into him relentlessly.

Trevor snaked his tongue into his ear, and around the shell, as Christoph screamed at the height of climax.

It was only then Trevor allowed himself to follow suit, filling Christoph deeply, kissing him madly.

Christoph collapsed against him, chest heaving.

“Come now, my darling. We’ll have a bath, and then we’ll get you dressed for your…coming out.”

With that, they both strode for the bath, Christoph stripping Trevor of his black silken robe, and letting it slink to the floor.

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The other three Devons sat in their cell, afraid for their remaining ruler.

Till stood, leaned against the cold stone wall, clad in his white linen pants, belt of gold and rubies, and a gold silk sash that ran from his belt over his right shoulder, a perfect compliment to his rich, tanned skin.

Flake sat on his cot, dressed in a simple linen robe of royal blue, fastened with a black silk belt.

And last Richard paced the room, his burgundy silk robe open, exposing his tanned chest, flowing over his black linen pants. His fingers fidgeted with the gold and emerald choker at his throat.

A guard approached the cell.

“Your prince demands your presence in the Master’s chamber. Give us any trouble, and you’ll never make it there.”

He opens the cell, and leads them to the chamber where Trevor spends his time dealing with his affairs.

They were led to chairs, where they sat, awaiting their prince.

He entered the room, no longer wearing the traditional linen of Devon costumerie, but instead a skirt of pure white silk that fastened into a wide belt of gold and jewels.

“What is this then?” Richard asked abrasively.

“This is my new beginning, gentlemen. And yours as well. We are to submit to Trevor’s will whatever it may be.”

“That is not going to happen!” Till hissed through clenched teeth.

“Either it does, or you die. Those are your choices. I am still your prince and ruler, and if I command it, it is so.”

Then men looked at each other for a moment, and resigned to Christoph’s will, albeit under great duress.

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Olli awoke to a bright, blazing morning.

Aeon was working through various strength exercises, stretching her long limbs, and firing at targets.

Olli began to rise, and noticed he was still nude, so he wrapped the silken white sheet around his waist.

Aeon stopped, noticing him.

“Good morning, lover.” she cooed.

“Good…morning…” he half-mumbled, still drowsy.

She strode over to him, kissing him deeply.

“After you shower, dress, and get a meal in your stomach,” she began, running her fingers over his abdomen, drawing a gasp from his lips, “We’ll begin your training.”

Olli nodded, kissed her once more, and stepped into her glass shower.

He closed his eyes as the hot water carried him to his bitter memories.

A small cluster of Breen soldiers had breeched their small temple, and began killing indiscriminately.

Paul slept peacefully in his modest bedchamber, and Olli had been deep in prayer when they came under attack.

Olli ran, his golden sash flying behind him as he fled for Paul’s room.

“Paul! Wake up, we’ve got to go, now!”

Paul sat up with a start.

“Angel, what is it?”

“We’re under attack. Goodchild is taking over. Please, love, flee with me!”

“What about the worshippers? Are they all right?”

“It’s too late for them! Please my love, before it’s too late!”

Paul hopped up, and dressed hurriedly in his cream colored linen robe.

Olli took him by the arm, and they fled out of a back entry.

They heard Breen soldiers behind them.

“The high priest and his elder are fleeing that way! Eliminate them!”

They ran faster, hand-in-hand, hearts pounding, flesh soaked with sweat.

Olli felt Paul’s body jerk as a well-trained soldier landed a shot square in his chest.

“NOOOOO! Paul!!!!!”

Olli scooped him up in his arms, fleeing faster, leaping the temple wall, running for his life, and Paul’s as well.

Olli snapped back into reality, sobbing deeply.

“Oh my angel…Forgive me…”

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The three Devons were given their new assignments in Trevor’s government.

Richard was to travel the lands Trevor controlled to assure his will was being done.

Till was to be Trevor’s protector, and the leader of his massive army.

Flake was to carry out experiments and keep Trevor’s army in superior health.

Till lie awake in his bed, and saw his door slowly open.

Normally, he’d be at the ready to attack, but he already knew who it was before he even saw him.

The solid form of his lover slid under his bedcovers.

They kissed passionately.

“I embark at sunrise, dark one.” he whispered.

“I know, Richard…I know…” Till spoke softly, eyes dimming from sorrow.

“I don’t know when I’ll ever see you again…” Richard spoke between soft sobs.

“Then, let us make the most of the night time…” Till said, cupping Richard’s tear streaked face in his hands, kissing him deeply, slipping him out of his clothes.

Richard ran his fingers over Till’s scarred and muscular torso, and down to his awaiting arousal, stroking him firmly.

Till closed his eyes, breathing deeply.

Richard kissed along his stubbled jaw line, and down his chest, and abdomen. He took him into his mouth, sucking him deeply, with all the force he could manage.

Till groaned deep in his throat, caressing Richard’s hair.

Richard straddled him, and slid him inside, making love to him, as their lips tangled in impassioned desperation.

Till stroked Richard in time to his movements, and they whispered words of love and passion in their old language.

Soon they called out as they reached their end together.

They collapsed, arms tangled, lips kissing whatever flesh they could find as they saw the sun start to rise.

“I have to go…” Richard whispered, his tears falling on Till’s cheeks.

“Return to me…safe…”

“I will try. Keep me safe, in your heart and your memory…”

And with that, Richard rose, leaving Till to cry for the first time in as long as he could remember.

Till knew Trevor had to pay…for everything…

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Trevor dressed Christoph in fine burgundy silk, gold, gems. Christoph admired himself in the mirror.

“Much finer than you’d have worn as a simple Devon king, yes?” Trevor asked, kissing Christoph’s neck.

“Mmm…I could get used to this…”

“Good, I hope that you do. Now then, are you prepared to address your public?”

“Very.”

“Excellent. Follow me out to the balcony.”

Trevor led him by the hand to a balcony that overlooked a veritable sea of Breen citizens.

“Citizens of Breen. The annoyance that was known as Devon is no more!” Trevor declared, followed by a wave of cheers.

“I have their prince. He has surrendered to me, and in return, shall rule by my side. His will is mine. “

The crowd cheered as Christoph emerged, Trevor’s arm stretched across his back, hand resting on his hip.

Christoph lifted his hands to the sky.

“Long life to Trevor Goodchild!”

The crowd cheered, and chanted the same.

Trevor smiled evilly, pleased with his choice of consort.

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“Ever held a gun, Devon?” Aeon asked, placing her weapon in his hands.

“No. These were forbidden in our land.” Olli spoke softly, looking the gun over carefully.

“Explains why Devon is now a rubbish pile.”

“How does it…work?”

“You see, a little pellet comes out of here and kills you…” Aeon teased.

“I’m not completely ignorant. How do you make the ‘little pellet’ go where you want it to?”

Aeon stood behind him, clasping her hands over his, showing him how to aim the weapon.

“See that target? That is the soldier that killed your lover. Shoot him in the face.”

Olli bristled visibly, and aimed, missing the target entirely.

“Ok, so you need some practice. Concentrate. Think about the bullet hitting the target, more than about aiming or pulling the trigger.”

Olli lifted the gun again, as Aeon rested her hands on his hips.

The bullet pierced that target right between where its eyes would reside.

“Good. You learn quickly, Devon.”

Olli smiled, wondering just what all she could teach him.

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Flake was led to his new laboratory, fully stocked and awaiting him.

He sat at a computer, looking over various projects he was expected to carry out.

Just then, a man was led in, held tightly by two Breen soldiers.

“I’m hungry! Feed me more!” he howled, fighting them.

“No more for you today…You are now the scientist’s charge. Now, silence!”

The man whimpered, pathetic as a child.

“Doctor. He’s yours now, on the order of Trevor Goodchild. He is your subject for the experiments laid out for you. And, if he gets unruly, give him one of those eggs in the glass case over there. Good luck.”

With that, the soldiers left, chortling to each other.

Once the door was closed, the man leapt onto Flake’s lap, nuzzling his cheek.

“I’m so hungry…You’ll feed me, won’t you?”

“What? One of those?”

“Yes…those make me happy…those are good for me! You will give me one!”

Flake retrieved one of the strange eggs from the case and gave it to the small man, who gobbled it greedily, moaning to himself, eyelids fluttering as if he were in a trance.

The man seemed to fill with new energy, and leapt about the lab like a toad, knocking over test tubes and vials, until he fell onto the floor, grinning stupidly, chest heaving.

Flake took a moment to consider him, modestly dressed in little more than a loin cloth.

He wondered what manner of drug or surgery had left him in such a state.

Flake looked over the first experiment. He mixed the drug it described according to the formulation he was provided. He was to inject it into his new subject, and record the effects.

He filled a syringe with the blue, luminescent liquid.

“No! No more needles!!!” the man cried out, leaping about the room once more.

“Allow this, and you’ll be fed again!” Flake called after him.

With that, the man stopped his tantrum, and crab-walked to him.

“Another?”

“Yes.”

“You promise?”

“You have my word.”

The man clapped and spoke in childish gibberish, offering his arm, visibly abused by many other needles.

Flake found a vein easily, and injected the drug.

The man just sat on his haunches a moment, blinking absently. Then, his veins began to bulge over his skin, almost ripping free of his skin.

He cried out, clawing at his skin.

“The pain!!! You hurt me! Why did you hurt me? You’re just like them! Ahhhhh!”

Flake held him in his arms, shocked by what was unfolding.

“What is your name?”

“What? Why?”

“Just tell me…What is it?”

“Paul…They call me Paul….AHHH! Make this stop! Make the pain stop!”

Flake rose, retrieving an egg from the glass case, and feeding it piece by piece to the suffering Paul.

All at once, Paul’s veins returned to normal, and he relaxed visibly.

“You saved me! My hero!” Paul called out, embracing Flake tightly.

Flake wondered just what Trevor was after in these experiments, and how the eggs seemed the antidote.

“I’m tired…I must sleep now…” Paul muttered, eyes drooping drowsily.

Flake carried him to what appeared to be his cage.

He laid him on a bed, and covered him with a blanket.

Before long, he was fast asleep, and Flake recorded his observations.

Then, he started to study the curious eggs. They held a great mystery, and he was going to learn all he could about them.

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Till sat in the dining hall, picking at the feast set before him.

He had no appetite since Richard left him at dawn.

He was clearly heartbroken and morose.

Trevor entered, and took his seat, nibbling on a grape.

“What’s eating you?” he called to Till, chuckling at his own bad joke.

“If Richard doesn’t return to me in one piece, you’ll pay, Goodchild.”

“Ah yes, your little lover. He will be fine. Are you truly so distraught?”

Till snorted, looking away from Trevor’s piercing gaze.

“Why trouble yourself with one, when you could have many?”

“Do you always speak in riddles?”

“You could have your Richard with you right now. You could have a harem. You’ll soon forget the real thing is away.”

“And just how do you propose this?”

“I suppose you have a lock of his hair?”

Till clasped the pendant around his neck. “Yes…”

“Give it to me, and in an hour, go to your bedchamber…”

Till reluctantly slipped off his necklace, throwing it to Trevor, rising and leaving the dining hall.

In an hour’s time, he crept slowly into his bedchamber, apprehensive of what he would discover there.

“My dark one! You’ve arrived!” he heard a voice call, and Richard entered the main chamber.

“My love!” Till called out embracing him tightly, kissing him deeply.

“Our dark one is here!” another voice called.

It was another replica.

Soon 10 Richard replicas filled the bedchamber.

They led Till to his bed, and all fought to find a place on his flesh for their lips to kiss, tongues to taste.

He called out, drowning under hungering caresses.

He lost track of which mouth was tasting his lips, and which one was sucking him to madness. He didn’t care. They were all his beloved.

One straddled him, riding him wildly, while the others caressed with lips and tongues.

He screamed out, calling Richard’s name aloud.

This sated all of his lovers, who resigned to satisfying each other, as Till slipped into blissful slumber.

Maybe Trevor wasn’t all evil.

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Flake examined the eggs under a microscope, and analyzed their chemical properties.

He found they contained a powerful hallucinogen, that brought about a sensation of deep, erotic pleasure to whoever consumed them.

They also contained powerful medicine. He surmised this was to undo the effects of any drug he might inject Paul with.

He also hypothesized these eggs were what kept Paul in his manic, disjointed state.

He heard shuffling in Paul’s cage.

“More….so hungry…need more…” Paul muttered, slowly awakening.

“I’ll get you some food from the mess.”

“No…I want my eggs…Give me one!” Paul shrieked, leaping for his cage, rattling the bars.

Flake walked over to his cage cautiously.

“But they are hurting you…”

“I want one! So hungry…so hungry!” Paul shook the cage with inhuman force.

“Please…let me get you some real food. You are addicted to those eggs. They are not good for you.”

“And who are you to tell me this, hmmm? Give me one NOW!”

Paul reached out, clawing Flake’s cheek.

“AHHH!” Flake cried out, recoiling, clasping his cheek, looking at his hand covered in blood.

Flake left the room, retrieving a plate of food from the mess, and setting it at the door of Paul’s cage, stepping away.

“My eggs! I want my eggs!”

“Eat that, or nothing.”

“Wahhhhhhhhhh!” Paul wailed, leaping about his cage in a rage.

Flake sat in the floor, observing him, one knee to his chest, the other leg extended.

Paul shook, and sobbed, his skin turning pallid, and glistening with sweat.

“Please…I am so sick, see? The eggs make me well…The eggs saved my life…I remember they did…”

“See, the longer you go without them, the more you’ll remember.”

“What is there to remember? I remember nothing…I remember them, they made me well, they keep me well, they protect…”

Paul stopped mid-sentence, eyes flickering with new life, new recognition.

“He protected me…he tried to save me…”

“Who did, Paul?”

“My lover! I made him leave me! I hope he escaped….Oh, my beautiful Oliver! I remember you now! I remember!”

“Oliver? The high priest?”

“He was? That’s right, he was! And I…was an elder, and we were fleeing, and…I was shot…”

Paul ran his fingers over the round scar on his chest.

“You were the elder! Of course, how could I not remember!”

“Doctor…Doctor Lorenz…What…What are we doing here? Can we escape?”

Flake looked down at the floor.

“I can only hope…But Trevor has the prince eating out of his hand, and though Devon is destroyed, nevertheless we all declared our allegiance to his royal bloodline, including him.”

Paul fell to the floor, sobbing.

“So, all is lost?”

“You tell me, Elder. You’re the one who convened with the Gods.”

“Prophecy says Devon will never perish. That it always has been, and always will be.”

“And you believe this?”

“Right now, it is all I know.”

“Then, it must be so…”

***************************************

Olli leapt and maneuvered his way through the robotic training simulators, dodging them all with relative ease.

Aeon was quite visibly impressed.

“Astounding, Devon. We’ll be making our move ahead of schedule.”

“Oh?” Olli questioned as the robots shut down.

“Yes. Tomorrow, we take Trevor down once and for all.”

“Us…Against innumerable battalions of Breen soldiers?”

“I consider those fair odds, don’t you?”

“If you say so…” Olli shrugged, approaching her.

“But now, we need our rest. Today has been a long, exhausting day for you.”

“Only for me?” Olli asked with a soft laugh.

“Of course. I’m still full of energy. I have great stamina.” she replied with a coy grin, disappearing into her bedchamber, Olli following close behind.

He feared what tomorrow would bring, but he hoped it would bring Trevor’s downfall.

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Morning crept up over the lands of Bregna.

All was golden, and new.

Flake awoke where he was sitting on the floor the night before.

He yawned and stretched, the stood in a panic as he noticed Paul’s cage door was hanging free on one hinge, and the glass case of eggs was shattered and empty.

“Oh no!”

Flake fled down the corridor in search of Paul, and found him nearly too late.

He heard screams from Till’s bedchamber.

“I’ll kill you, you mad beast!” Till growled as Flake burst into the room.

Paul’s chest heaved with his labored breath, and he leapt about the room, completely mad from the effects of the eggs.

He leapt upon a Richard clone, and took its hand, placing it in his mouth and biting off its finger, clear down to the joint.

The clone cried out, howling from the pain as Paul gibbered in a strange language, spitting the finger onto the floor, and moving on to his next victim.

Flake saw bodies strewn about, clones ripped limb from limb, bloodied carcasses thrown everywhere.

Till pursued Paul with his staff, eventually striking him down. Flake grabbed the staff from his hands.

“Don’t. He can’t help it. He’s drugged.”

“He killed them, Flake…He has to die!”

“They aren’t real, Till. They aren’t Richard. They are replicas…”

Till looked down at Paul, who lay trembling and sobbing in the floor.

“I’ll take him back to the lab…He’s out of eggs, so he has to come down out of it.”

Till nods, stepping aside.

Flake lifted him off the floor, and carried him in his arms back to the laboratory.

Till looked over the carnage left behind, sobbing deeply. He began to dispose of the bodies, and sent the living, wounded clones to Flake to be treated.

One slunk up to him, kissing him deeply.

Till knew in his heart Flake was right.

They looked like Richard, smelled like Richard, tasted like Richard, but they didn’t have his heart.

Even when kissing him, their lips felt empty, their caresses held no emotions. They were merely being what they thought Till wanted them to be…not what THEY wanted to be because they loved him.

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Olli and Aeon awoke, and dressed quickly, grabbing up the tools of Trevor’s destruction.

Aeon led Olli to the edge of Monica, and together they leapt the wall that served as a border.

They dodged Breen soldiers left and right, zigging and zagging through them, guns blazing.

They came to Trevor’s compound, and scaled the wall, penetrating it with relative ease.

Aeon looked around the edge of a wall…

“Oliver, cover me…” she whispered, as she assured no one was coming their way.

“Sure thing…” Olli whispered back, as Aeon felt a blow to the back of her head and all went dark.

When she awoke, she was bound at the ankles and wrists, and being dragged.

“Wha…What in the hell?!” she shrieked, looking up at her captor.

“Olli, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“I’m freeing my people”

“Your people are dead! Trevor destroyed them, you fool!”

“Not all of them. Trevor made a deal with me. Your life for theirs. Sorry, Aeon.”

Aeon growled and struggled against her bonds.

Olli dragged her to the chamber where Trevor waited in near-childish delight.

“Ah! Oliver! You’ve got her….Splendid…”

“Not yet…Bring out my people…”

“Of course, of course!” Trevor cooed, as he ordered his general to lead the Devons out into the chamber.

Till stepped out, holding his beloved Richard who had returned that morning.

Christoph appeared, standing by Trevor’s side, and last Flake appeared, helping a very weak Paul to enter with him.

“My angel!” Olli cried out, eyes flooding with tears.

“Oliver!” Paul called to him, running to him, embracing him.

“I’ll take them back to our lands. We’ll be no trouble to you any longer. You have my word, Trevor.”

The Devons all stood by Oliver’s side…all but Christoph.

“Christoph, come on…We have to rebuild…”

“I’m staying here. To rule by Trevor’s side.”

“Oh, you’ve replaced me…” Aeon cooed, still struggling against her bonds.

Oliver looked indignant.

“Christoph…My brother, please…We must go…”

“I refuse.” Christoph retorted, arms folded, his stance steadfast.

“Fine. You’ve made your choice.”

And with that, the Devons returned to their lands on a ship escorted by Breen soldiers.

Two soldiers lifted Aeon to her feet.

“You’re just going to let them go? Trevor, you disappoint me.” she teased.

“There’s no women, Aeon. They’ll die out soon enough. Might as well give them a bit of hope, right?” Trevor retorted with a mocking laugh.

Aeon rolled her eyes disdainfully as Trevor approached her.

“Hmmm…Lovely as always…” he cooed, kissing her lewdly. She smiled into the kiss.

Christoph scoffed indignantly.

“Trevor! What are you doing?!” he called, quite insulted by the display.

“Soldiers, take him to a cell. You made an excellent choice, Devon.” Trevor commanded.

Christoph was led away, kicking and screaming to the prison below.

“Tired of your plaything already?” Aeon teased.

“I’ve got something I’ve wanted a lot more for a lot longer…Guards, take her to my bedchamber.”

Aeon was bound to Trevor’s bed, and he entered the room, letting his clothes fall to the floor.

“I’m going to enjoy this Aeon…Immensely…”

“Makes one of us…”

“You’ve never complained before…”

“I wasn’t being raped before…”

“You can’t rape the willing, Aeon.”

“Touché…”

Trevor kissed her passionately, and they made love as they had many times before.

But Trevor knew he’d never fully possess her. He could only hope to hold her a while before she flew away again.

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The Devons took to the task of rebuilding their small kingdom, if only for the span of their own lives.

Paul kissed Oliver passionately.

“Oliver, what is troubling you?”

“I betrayed her, Paul. I betrayed Aeon, and she is probably dead by now.”

“She wasn’t a good person to begin with, Oliver. If you hadn’t betrayed her, she’d have betrayed you.”

Oliver nodded solemnly.

“The prophecy was wrong, Paul.”

“About what?”

“After we die, Devon will be no more.”

“It will live on in our hearts, and in our spirit, Oliver. In that way, it is truly immortal.”

“Yes, I suppose you’re right.”

The two returned to their toils, solemn and reverent to their dying kingdom.

***********************************************

Trevor never had Aeon killed, or released her. Circumstance kept her by his side.

She stood at a window, sipping a strong, brewed beverage.

Trevor entered the room.

“Oh don’t look so put out, Aeon. Is it TRULY such a burden?”

“Bearing the child of my mortal enemy…No, Trevor, it’s my life’s ambition.”

Trevor caressed her belly, steadily growing fat with life.

“Aeon, you are welcome here as long as you choose, but leave my gates, and you know, you will have to die.”

“Funny, Trevor, I don’t see you as much of a single father.”

“And I don’t see you as much of a mother, but yet, here we are.”

“Yes, here we are…”

******************************************************

In the dungeon Christoph was allowed to read the old texts of his people to pass the time.

It was then he came across a nearly forgotten prophecy…

“And the people of Devon shall in their own hearts pass away, but the lineage shall live on forever, a bitter rose grown of acrid soil in utter darkness of a mother she never knew.” Up above him, Aeon rubbed her belly, fat with child, knowing in her heart who’s blood ran through its veins…
She knew she’d one day have to escape and return the child to the kingdom from whence it came…

Even if she left it behind.

She knew she could never give up her mission to destroy Trevor, even for the sake of a child.

She stood to save millions forsaking one…

Who would in turn save his or her own people.

It was a trade Aeon was all too willing to make.

DIE ENDE

(Sequel coming soon!)
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