Arthit's big doe eyes widened in fear as he took in his surrounding - drowned in complete dark , a single beam of moonlight forced its way through a hole in the wall infront of him, defying the ocean of darkness.

But one drop of moonlight didn't really make a difference except wrapping him in a thin blanket of hope - although tattered .

Arthit pulled his half torn shirt around his body, his tail coiled around itself in a futile attempt to provide him warmth.

Faint smell of Kongpob sticking to the shirt did help a little in grounding him and dissipate his fear of dark.

Arthit's eyes prickled thinking of Kongpob ... his jaws clenched together in an attempt to quell the chattering of his teeth. This place was coldest he has ever been. He wondered if he was taken to somewhere in the heart of mountains, the whooshing of storms passing could be clearly heard above the dull chatter of his captors. A thin stream trickled from near by , its water almost frozen.

The place was filled with black shadows floating in air ... Arthit could see them, sense their ominous presence ... the ugly sucking noises were audible too - as if the shadows were sucking something out of air. With every noise of sucking - the cold raised a little , dwindling Arthit's hope of ever getting warmth of sunlight.

Arthit could only pull tge tattered leather vest closer to his body . No matter how ominous this place feels . He believes in his love. Kongpob would find him , even if he was kept captive below nine layers of hell.

Captors - who were they ? What were their intentions ? Were they here to sell him ? Kill him ? He doesn't even remember being taken captive.

Closing his eyes, Arthit willed his brain to focus. He must focus his brain, for the things he was in dire need of, to get out of here ... is not possible without a fully focused mind.

Closing his eyes... he focused on faint smell of Kongpob , surrounding itself in warmth of it. Focusing on Kongpob's smile, the thin lips otherwise in deadly line , always unfurled in beautiful smile around him, makong Arthit feel special. Those black orbs that glowed red like a molten lava in the throes of passion and rage, would surely be searchibg for him everywhere now. The strong hands that were always eager to catch his fall, wrap him in cocoon of warmth despite Arthit being more than capable of saving himself... they would surely be searching for him..

Focusing on every tendril that would remind him of Kongpob, Arthit painted a realistic picture of Kong behind his eyes and reached out to his soulmate...

He could see aura of Kongpob floating in the air... dark and dangerous ... the onyx vines - lean and strong - just like Kongpob's sinewy muscles -were twirling in the air, floating like unruly branches of wild vines - twisting in rage, pure silvery white spiralled around it - merging in beautifully , like long lost lovers - like love forbidden, like innocence wraps around sin.

" Kongpob... don't worry love... Arthit is safe... Arthit will come home soon..." Arthit willed out these words- loud and clear. The silver tendrils floated in air - running straight towards the onyx smog that was searching for him.

He smiled seeing the words floating towards the onyx vines spreading like a creeper on the wall - in a search, his search.

Conveying clear words on long distance is hard than conveying feelings, especially when conveyer is at his weakest.

Arthit watched the vines surging forwards as if sensing his presence, the silvery white galloping ahead of black...

" Light will find its way through the dreary dark ... " Arthit hummed the tune his mother used to hum, the tune he had hummed many a times to Kongpob.

The blacks and silver entwined together were branching out faster now - branches shaping out as fngers spread in anticipation, as if to grasp the oncoming words of assurance, the silver tendrils of hope - which it almost did... but couldn't . Kongpob's aura has sensed Arthit in the surrounding ....

The message crashed onto an invisible wall, silver tendrils glowing red, hitting the invisble wall repetedly.

Arthit could hear the thrum of an unknown power, struggling to contain his message, hindering it.

The onyx vines climbed on the wall only to be jolted backwards as if shot by thunder , Arthit could sense the hissing of the vines - exclaimed in anger. The thrum of unknown increased as if taunting Kongpob's aura.

Arthit focused his senses more, pushibg against the invisible wall with all that he had left in him which unfortunately wasn't much ... but Arthit wasn't one to give up ... he pushed against the invisible wall , willing to smash it in to Smithereens - for Kongpob was waiting for him on the other side ... he needed to let Kong know that he was safe. That Kongpob must not take rash decision ... that their efforts to preserve peace must not go to waste...

Blood trickled down Arthit's nose as the light in his core dwindled with every push ... yet the stubborn male kept trying until he couldn't anymore...
World before his eyes sprialled in to black abyss, his body fell forwards, hand outstretched...

" Kongpob..." the word died on his lips ...

....

Distress... despair ... dark -

These were only things Kongpob could sense as he searched for his soulmate, far and wide. Clenching his jaw to restrain himself from giving in to rage, he spread his search through divibe realms.

Those fucker seraphs.... The blood flowing through his veins boiled in rage - someone dared to abduct his mate from under his nose.

If he couldn't find his mate till sunset then those seraphs will pay ... with their bloods. Peace treaty can go to hell for all he cares - for the so called holy seraphs dared to abduct the peacemaker - such sacred thing to do ! Hypocrites !

Lucifer is right. Godlings has always dealt with nightlings in bad faith. And if they dare to harm single hair on Arthit's head ... Kongpob will unleash the evil that daylings claimed them of being ...

Kongpob turned his search towards etera - beautiful land of seraphs ... he couldn't sense any signature of Arthit's presence.
Instead, he could sense thunder traps everywhere through etera - as if seraphs were expecting him.

Every thunderbolt carved an ugly scar on his back and his hands. Kongpob clenched his teeth, leting the sting ebb away. He thought these traps were natural strategy until he encountered whole herd of flying traps that followed the trail of his smog...

Oh! FUCKING PHANA....He should have remembered it earlier - it must be PHANA - the particular seraph had special liking for thunder.

Kongpob followed the trail of seraph's pungent scent. His eyes glowered red as it led him to his own home - a small planet in a far away galaxy, gifted  to him by Lucifer  - planet where Arthit had no business being.

The place was literal nightmare, filled with gohyr - specifically designed living mind traps to punish the currupt souls sent to hell.
It made the souls relive their sins ... trapping them in guilt while it fed on their regret, pain and despair.

An innocent soul like Arthit being trapped in gohyr would experience worst nightmares of his life - floating between imagination and reality until it fade away for gohyr had special likings for innocence - innocent souls made them strong .

The ghoul like creatures had wreaked havoc on earth – thousand years ago. Feeding on innocence of mortals, they gained power comparable to godlings, even gretaer , if Lucifer were to be beilived.

Godlings, when failed to banish gohyrs out of earth , turned to Lucifer who generously proposed to get rid of them in stead of a place to live for his nightlings better known as demons. And thus underground came to be – created by godlings according to Lucifer's needs.

Kongpob reached his home... a two storey replica of human palaces standing miraculously unharmed amidst erupting volcanoes and rivers of molten lava... five lasy demons clad in snake skin, stood guard to the place. They easily allowed Kongpob in.

Kongpob ran through the front door , straight to the room that he suspects Arthit would be in ...

As he pushed open the double doors, a scream tore through his throat ...
There laid Arthit ... sprawled on the ground, eyes wide open staring at unknown ... face marred with blood stains. His once bright skin turned to sickly gray , hands outstretched as if to grab something ... tens of gohyr hovered above him - sucking what remained of his life source ...

Kongpob stood rooted to the ground...

Gone .

Arthit was gone .

The pain stabbed through his heart as if tearing him in half, his legs gave up, making him fall on his kness infront of his soulmate .

" Arthit ~ " Kongpob screamed, agony in his voice enough to melt most strongest of stone hearts.

.....

" Phi ..." Kit gasped, jolted awake by the nightmare. " What was that ? "

Singto who himself looked shaken, wrapped Kit in his arms, kissing his mate's temple, he replied in soothing voice.

" Arthit is remembering the past ... he is weak, that is why, it came to him like a dream – past and present garbled together. "

Seeing his mate still shivering and shaken with fear, Sing tightened his hug " Arthit and Kongpob are safe.. they are nowhere near those wretched lands. "

" No gohyr ... " Krist mumbled, voice trembling in feae. He had only one run in with a flock of gohyr and he would not wish this experience on anyone, especially not to his twin.

" No gohyr" Singto assured. " see " he pointed at large silver mirror infront of him, which served as window to Kongpob's house.

Krist bit his nails seeing his twin writhing in pain in the bathtub - his shiny coat turning grey with every moment passing by .

Arthit didn't have much life force left . Kongpob was faring no better. The human was drenched in sweat, squirming on his bed, mouth open in silent scream...

" Phi ..." Kit tugged on Singto's wrist " It is time. we must go. They need us. "

" No, Kit. " Singto who had his eyes trained on full length mirror, denied firmly with a shake of his head "Not now. Consequences of interrupting the course of fate are never pleasant. "

" Phi ... " Kit glared, feeling betrayed " My brother is dying ... "

" He will not, until his soulmate is around. Kongpob may be human, but his soul will recognise Arthit's call for help. He will know what to do ... "

" Phi..."

Singto caressed the inner side of his mate's wrist " I promise you i won't let Arthit die. But, right now , what he needs most is his mate to hold him, share his lifesource before its too late. "

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