#WretchedSilenceShipping [ Mel x Chris x Sal ]

Salvation wandered through the Castle of Oblivion, his long hair at his shoulders, his pastel blue wings at his back. Just wandering. Alone. His bare feet tread across the wooden flooring, as he made his way from his room, out into the hallway. A bright red carpet was roughly felt beneath his feet, as he continued his graceful stride towards his Master's bedroom. Nervously his right hand reached out and touched the walls, which had torches along them every so often. His long fingers touched the rough stone walls, as he moved and kept his gaze trained on the location just ahead of him. Breathing in softly, and deeply, he quietly continued to make a swift notion over to the King's lair.

Chris sat at the edge of the bed, that was located just inside the Tyrant's room. Though there was no King there for the moment, the Angel seemed to be at peace, only waiting for his twin brother to make his usual appearance from the darkness. He shakily reached up and fingered his long silver hair with his right hand, while his left hand sat atop his left thigh, his fingers pointed inwards towards him. He softly grazed his skin, and lifted his hand to feel the flesh on his thigh, then frowned almost nervously. The boy shook his head and laid down in the bedding, pulling the covers over him and closing his eyes.

The King of Oblivion lazily laid around in one of the other rooms. He had a rather long night, which was a few thousand years elsewhere. The King seemed to close his eyes, his long black tail gently flicking back and fourth as he lay there. He knew that his twin Angels were safe within the region, and he made plans to indeed see them later. But for now, he was perfectly content where he was at, the large TV blaring just before him as he lazily dozed off. The King of Oblivion, was rather well-known for laziness, and well, this was no exception. Nothing would rouse him from his state, unless the Goddess of Oblivion herself dared show up.

Salvation entered the room almost silently, and closed the door over. He was well aware of the fact the King was downstairs, perhaps in one of his more private rooms where he enjoyed his nights in this realm. The long-haired deviant wandered over to the King's bedside, to find his younger twin nestled in the bed alone. He breathed in deeply and noted that Chris was in his humanoid formation, and allowed his own wings to dissipate. Lifting the covers and then crawling into bed, the older Angel then wrapped his arms around the lesser one, and pulled him close to his body.

"You never sleep without him, do you. Brother?" Salvation's voice almost a whisper, it was soft enough, but vocal enough, to hear the hiss that came with his words. He gently reached up to touch his brother's soft lips, and his strange eyes began to glow - one red, and one bright blue in color.

Christopher nuzzled the side of his twin's face, and whispered to him softly, faintly. He wasn't much for words, but he was thankful for the company surely. The boy could feel his brother's perfect body against his, and enjoyed the warm embrace his Ancient Angelic brother gave him. Salvation was a perfect creature, one of purity, and Light, whereas he himself, were tainted by the darkness of their wretched King.

"I haven't the ability to fall asleep alone. And it's rather cold in here..." The boy said quietly. Chris rested his head on the pillow, and noted that his older brother's eyes were glowing. His deep blue eyes hazily blinked, and he soon felt rather sleepy.

Sal embraced the boy, rather used to just being a part of him. Once one person, the two Angels had grown attached even as two people. Their inability to stay far from each other, brought them rather close - so close in fact, it was rather strange. Though humans would have shamed upon their incest relationship, an their Angelic companions would have ousted them for sin, down in the Pits of Oblivion - it didn't matter whom you loved. Their King willingly kept them both around, and even had relations with them. So for them to have relations with their selves after being one for so long, it was only natural to them that it would remain so. Plus Salvation was a devious bastard, one who enjoyed the cries and pain that his little brother felt, though he were little only by a few moments.

Salvation smirked as his brother grew tired, and lifted his chin so that he could lightly kiss him. He kissed his lips, and his forehead, and then found his soft lips again. He could feel his brother tremble at his touch. Sal knew his brother to be nervous each time he touched him, but eventually he calmed once he accepted what would eventually occur. Salvation's glowing eyes flashed as his tongue entered his brother's mouth, sucking on his tongue, as he pressed their bodies together, becoming rather aroused. His brother's scent was sweet, and pure, almost as pure as he was innocent. Funny even, since Salvation was the one of Light, an such an evil being he was inside...

"I will tame you brother, as I always have." Salvation turned his face, and pressed his lips to Chris's cheek. No one other than the King and his God, could love his brother like he had. And even then, in a strange sense, no one loved Chris how he did.

Chris looked up and watched his brother closely. He sighed deeply and reached up to touch his brother's long perfect hair. It was soft between his fingers, and much longer than his hair. He laid there in the soft bed and looked up at Salvation, knowing full well of what it was he wanted before they got to sleep. He allowed him to crawl atop him, and attempted to stay rather relaxed, though no matter what he seemed to do, his heart kept on racing.

"Salvation please, be nice to me. I don't want to hurt." Was all he said. The boy with the silver hair noted that the older Angel seemed to also carry silver hair. He knew this to be Salvation's lesser form, the form that matched his and one he never seemed to be in. Salvation was less dangerous in this form, and he was also more gentle as well.

The lesser Angel laid there calmly, and allowed his brother to have his way with him if he so chose to.

The Tyrant King seemed to be in a rather deep sleep. His large black wings flexed and stretched beneath him, his perfectly carved everything completely relaxed with each breath. His dreams seemed to be fast and random, and played over the music from the TV still on in the background where he would hear it. All of the energies in the Castle of Oblivion were familiar to him, and other than his two Angels being close with each other as they normally were, the King was concerned about nothing.

A while later the King would surely get up. Cracking his neck and spinal column, he would flare out the fin on his tail, and start to make his way upstairs. Yawning tiredly, and dragging himself towards his corridor that lead to his room, the mighty Tyrant continued to linger on. As he grew nearest the door however, he did feel the strange bonding energy of the twins, who were anything but alike (other than in appearance and loyalty).

"I see that the two of you are... one again." The Tyrant smirked and used his tail to close the door, some time after watching the two Angels with curiosity. He didn't mind their closeness or the way they treated each other.

It mattered not to him, as long as they all worshiped the same Goddess of Oblivion. That and well, Salvation was constantly whining for attention, which he would easily get from his brother. And Christopher hated to be alone, so in exchange for attention, they would both win. Which was amusing since when they shared a form, they hated each other. Melvin knew full well that these two were of the most loyal to him. He could see it in their eyes as they halted themselves, and awaited their King to come and lay with them. The King flicked his long tongue out at them, his bright blue eyes aglow.