"I have to see him again! I must go back to where my heart is!"

Antony started running through a field, back to the Fell's house.

Beelzebub and Hastur called out for Antony.

Hastur said, "He isn't dumb. I bet he went to bed."

"I saw him jump over the orchard wall," Beelzebub said, "Call to him."

Hastur said, "I'll call to him as if I'm calling for a ghost. Oh Antony! Mad man! Lover! Show yourself! Just say something and I'll be happy! Say one thing in the name of love! I summon you by Uriel's bright smile, by her curly hair, by her straight legs, by her thighs and what's in between them! I command you to appear before us by such means!"

Beelzebub laughed, "He's going to be so mad at you if he hears you."

"I'm being honest. He can't get mad at honesty."

Beelzebub pulled at Hastur's shirt. "Come on. He's hidden away in the dark. That's where his love belongs."

"Sitting underneath an apple tree probably, wishing to commit a deadly sin! Goodnight Antony! -Should we go Beelzebub?"

Beelzebub responded, "We should. Come on."

By now Antony was at Azira's window.  He watched the handsome boy.

"He's so beautiful. He's brighter than the light from any star- he's brighter than the sun! Oh how his lack of touch makes him look pale! Is he foolish enough to hold on to his virginity? Or am I the fool for wanting to touch such a man as himself?- I wish he knew how much I love him! He is speaking without words. His eyes in the moonlight call my name and I shall answer... But I am bold. He hasn't called for me with his sweet lips yet. Oh how I'd love to kiss him again and touch his soft cheek."

"Oh dear... My heart aches."

Antony sighed, "Oh speak again, angel."

"Antony, Antony... Why do you have to be Antony? Forget about your family, change your name. If you won't just promise me your love and I'll no longer be a Fell. It is only your name I hate. You'd still be yourself without it. What is a Crowley? It isn't a bird, nor snake, nor race of people. What does it all mean? If a rose wasn't called a rose it would still be just as sweet. Just change your name Antony."

"We can run off together! I'll no longer be Antony! Just call me dear and I'll choose a new name! I'll never be Antony again!" Antony shouted to Azira.

Azira asked, "Who are you? Why do you listen to the words I speak in only the company of myself?"

"I can't tell you who I am without saying a name. I hate my name, because you also hate it."

Azira smiled softly to himself. "I recognize your voice. Is that you, dear Antony Crowley?"

"That's not me if you don't like my name."

Azira asked, "How did you get in here? Why did you come? Do you know what would happen if any of my relatives saw you here?"

"I climbed the tall walls. Nothing can keep my love for you away. It will always pull me to you. I would die for your love."

"I can't love you if you're dead. Don't die for me. Don't let them see you."

Antony responded, "I'm cloaked by darkness. I'll be alright."

"You can't see my face because of the darkness. I'm blushing. You're making me blush. With good manner I'd deny everything I've said, but forget about manners. Do you love me? I can be faithful to you, because I love you, but only if you love me in return."

"I swear by the moon. I love you more than anything."

Azira said, "Don't swear by the moon. It's always changing. Don't swear at all. It's not good to make promises you could break unless you truly mean them... But if you do swear by yourself. This is all very sudden though. You go too fast for me, Antony Crowley. We should think. By the next time I see you perhaps our love will have grown. Goodnight, Antony."

Antony looked up at Azira. "Are you going to leave me like this?"

"What would satisfy you?" Azira asked.

"Your promise of love."

"I've already promised you. I wish I could promise it a million times."

The nurse called out, "Azira! Come get your rest!"

"I'm coming! -Oh Antony I'll be back."

Azira ran inside. He looked at the nurse. "It's such a wonderful night out. Let me stay out for five more minutes, please."

The nurse sighed, "Oh all right? Only five."

When he came back Antony was still waiting.

"Alright, we don't have much time. If you really want me, send word. I'll send a messenger. You can let me know what will further be happening... Oh I wonder if there's anyone who would put up with our sodomy."

"There is."

"Who?"

"A witch outside of town. Her name is Anathema. She'll wed us."

"Azira!" the nurse called, "It's been five minutes!"

Azira said, "I must go. Don't respond if you don't truly want this. Goodnight."

He then placed a kiss on Antony's lips. Antony deepened it, as if his life depended upon it. They only thing to pull them apart was the need for Azira to go inside.

"Antony, before you go, what time should I send a messenger?"

"Nine O'Clock."

"Goodbye, dear," Azira whispered.

"Goodbye, angel. Sleep well. I'll go see the witch."

»»————-♡————-««

"It is such a nice morning," Anathema sighed, "And the flowers are so nice."

Antony walked up behind her and said, "Yet deadly... They smell lovely though. You eat them, they kill you though, but you can also make medicine. Good and evil as one."

"When evil wins the body will die."

"Good morning, Anathema."

"Good morning, Antony. Why are you here? It's difficult to make it here so early unless you didn't sleep at all."

Antony said, "I didn't, I enjoyed a rest better than sleep."

"So you finally got Uriel to give in to you? Shame. I pity you. How dare you treat a woman in such a way."

"No! Not Uriel! I've forgot about her!"

Anathema said, "That's wonderful. I'm glad you're thinking clearly now. Where were you?"

"I had dinner with the Fells. Cupid shot me with an arrow. I have fell in love again. Tell me you could marry me and my lover. It carries only love."

"You're confusing me, Antony," Anathema said as she put her basket down.

"I love Fell's son, Azira! He loves me too! It's wrote in the stars! I'll tell you more later! Just marry us today!"

Anathema sighed, "You're going too fast. You've already moved on from Uriel? What will your parents think when you marry a boy? Are you willing to give your life for him?"

"Yes!"

"You cried so many tears over Uriel. Your love is blind. Take your time."

Antony said, "You told me to bury my love."

"I didn't say replace poor Uriel with Azira!"

"Please, I beg you, please."

Anathema sighed, "Alright, I'll do it. If you aren't killed for being homosexuals, your parents might make peace."

"Come on! Let's go!"

"Antony, those who run saunter vaguely downwards."

They both left.

»»————-♡————-««

"Where's Antony?" Hastur asked.

Beelzebub said, "He didn't go home."

Hastur mumbled, "He's love sick over Uriel."

Beelzebub yawned, "Gabriel sent a letter to the house. It's for Antony."

"I bet it's a challenge."

"He'll answer the challenge."

Hastur sighed, "He'll die at the hands of Gabriel."

Beelzebub asked, "What's up with Gabriel?"

"He's a talented swordsman. He knows every style of fighting. He went to a school of fencing. Everyone who fights him usually doesn't live to tell the story."

Beelzebub yawned again. "Here comes Antony."

"Good morning," Antony called out to them.

"Where were you?" Hastur asked.

"Important business," Antony mumbled, "I had to take care of it."

Antony sat down with them. He yawned and started to doze off on Beelzebub's shoulder.

"Look Antony," Hastur said.

Antony woke up. He said, "This will be good."

Beelzebub shouted, "A sail, a sail! Look at that dress!"

Hastur laughed, "There's two! A man and a woman!"

The nurse cried, "Wensleydale!"

Her servant, Wensleydale, said, "I'm here at your service."

"Get me my fan."

Hastur shouted, "Good Wensleydale, give her a pretty fan to hide her ugly face!"

"Hmph- Good morning, gentleman," the nurse said.

Hastur replied, "Good afternoon, fair lady."

"Oh it's that late."

Hastur said, "Perhaps it is. It's not any earlier. The lusty hand of the clock is now pricking noon."

"Get out of here, you punk! What kind of a man are you?"

"I'm a man."

"Pity you... Where can I find young Antony?"

Antony said, "That's me."

The nurse said, "I need to speak with you in private."

Beelzebub and Hastur were cracking jokes. Antony and the nurse didn't pay attention.

"Oh fair well ugly prostitute! Speak with young Antony!" Hastur shouted.

The nurse rolled her eyes. 'Who was that?"

"A man who enjoys the sound of his own voice."

"Sounds rude. I'm not one of his sluts. I'm not one of his punk friends. It's a shame. I need a word with you now. Azira wanted me to find you. If you make a fool of him, it would be outrageous."

"I will never do such a thing."

"You are a good boy. He'll be happy with you."

"Tell him to say he's out sniffing wild flowers and to request some lonesome time. Whilst he's out, he shall meet me at the witch's house," Antony said as he handed the nurse some coins, "Thank you dear friend."

"I won't accept your offerings."

"Please do."

"Oh alright. He'll be there."

Antony nodded and said, "In about an hour one of my men will be behind the abbey to give you a rope ladder. I'll use it to climb up and meet Azira. Thank you for everything."

"May you be blessed!"

»»————-♡————-««

Azira muttered, "She should be back already. Poor woman is slow."

"Azira! Oh Azira-a-a!"

"Yes nurse? I'm here! Have you spoke to him? What did he say?"

"He said- oh I'll tell you once I've got some rest."

"Tell me!"

"I've got a headache. Perhaps it's time for a nap."

"You could nap after you tell me."

"Have you had lunch yet?"

Azira crossed his arms and huffed, "I will only eat once you tell me the news. Now I'm sorry you hurt, but tell me nurse. I need to know."

"Where's your mother?"

"Inside. Tell me please."

"Impatient, curious boy. You're going to go sniff flowers. Rush to the witch's house. He's waiting."

»»————-♡————-««

"Antony, here he comes."

Azira smiled as he walked into Anathema's house.

"Alright. Let's get this done with- ahem. Antony, do you take.Azira Fell as your husband?"

"I do," Antony said.

"And do you, Azira, take Antony Crowley as your husband?"

"I do," Azira said. He smiled lovingly at Crowley.

"Then I declare you husbands."

Azira then kissed Antony. "Wonderful," he whispered, "This is so wonderful Antony. Wonderful."