Chris, Erutis, and Raenef resolved never to be out of bed at midnight: the chance of running into Eclipse in housemaid mode was far too great. [50x1 sentence fic]
Raenef was smiling and innocent and cute; the woman manning the stall was too busy cooing over him to notice him palming the rings.
Erutis wasn't a hero by any stretch of the imagination - she was a swords master, and any heroics were just part of her job.
Raenef had no memory of the Thieves' Guild being arrested, or killing the guard, or even leaving the city, but if he concentrated really hard, he could almost remember a tall figure with flowing black hair...
Krayon had a box in his castle that no one was allowed to open - it contained a ripped silk dress, a broken sword, and a lock of red hair that Erutis had nearly killed him for taking.
Chris didn't even wait for Eclipse to figure out what he was doing: as soon as he realised who was opening the door, he abandoned his magic circle and ran.
It was supposed to be a lesson on manipulating the weather, but as soon as the hurricane appeared around them, Raenef shrieked and flung his arms around Eclipse for safety.
"I wish I had wings," Raenef said one day, looking at the birds; Eclipse couldn't teach him to sprout wings, but he taught him to fly without them.
Raenef had grown up in a desert town, so the castle always felt cold to him - or at least, that was his excuse for curling up in Eclipse's bed from the start of autumn till the end of spring.
"My true love's hair is as red as a rose," Krayon started, before his true love went after him with a sword.
Every few decades or so, Eclipse and the High Priest of Rased got together and compared notes, reminisced about old battles, and drank themselves into a stupor because of their respective charges.
Chris, Erutis, and Raenef resolved never to be out of bed at midnight: the chance of running into Eclipse in housemaid mode was far too great.
There was always a temptation, when Eclipse was being still and quiet and serious, for Raenef to start playing with his hair.
Erutis thought the view was great: an entire camp falling over themselves to do her bidding - but Krayon, staring down at her from the top of a tree, thought the view he had was /much /better.
He'd always thought love was like music, an elegant duet - until he fell in love with Erutis, of course, and realised just how many discords the music could hold.
Raenef had never even touched silk, let alone worn it, but when he started to, his first thought was that it felt just like Eclipse's hair.
She wanted to tell him to take cover, that it was her fight and she could handle it and he had to get out of the way before he got hurt, but knowing Krayon, he'd just take it as some weird sign of affection.
The boy touched Eclipse's arm lightly, meeting his eyes squarely: "Do you promise?"
Demons don't dream, as a rule, so Eclipse couldn't have sympathised with his master even if he hadn't woken up screaming about tomatoes.
Raenef couldn't hold a candle to predecessor in terms of power or deeds - in fact, the only thing he could rival him in was the loyalty he inspired.
Chris had a talent for annoying the wrong people, and Eclipse had a talent for inventive punishments.
Raenef hated the silence of the castle - it was too quiet and lonely, compared to the noise and chaos of his old home - so he clung to Eclipse like a lifeline, chattering and questioning and trying not to let the silence get to him.
His journey would have been impossible for a human, difficult for a demon - but Eclipse had his task and would complete it no matter what difficulties he encountered.
Erutis was on the verge of resigning herself to a cold night in wet clothes, unable to get the fire to light, but Krayon took over and soon had it blazing (She didn't thank him).
Chris was the heir to power of Rased, a self-proclaimed genius, and sensible enough to never try and test his strength against Erutis.
She'd never seen Eclipse's mask so much as crack until he asked her to help him find his master.
"Ice is warmer than milady's heart -"
"And 'your lady' is getting sick of these stupid love poems!"
Raenef glanced back at the man, still perched on the roof of a building, and yelled "Don't fall, mister!"
Eclipse stared after his master with wide eyes; he'd expected many things but could never have imagined that he'd be forgotten...
Eclipse went through most lessons with a deadpan expression, but even he couldn't maintain it in face of Raenef's eagerness to learn how to dance.
He wasn't in love with her for her body (It was too like a boy's), or her mind (At times it seemed she had none), so what did that leave?
Some things, such as Raenef and Eclipse's "moments" were beyond sacred, and interrupting could lead to a fate worse than death - as Chris found out.
Eclipse had never been much good at farewells, but he when his master died he didn't even have a chance to attempt one.
Raenef was, at heart, the kid she'd taken him for; the instant he found out she'd seen the world he started begging her to tell him about it.
There was a certain amount of formality to be expected between demons lords and their servants, which never really stopped Raenef flinging his arms around Eclipse whenever he pleased.
Sometimes, Raenef felt like he had a fever - he was shivery, his skin hot - but unlike normal fevers, this one was made worse, not better, by the touch of Eclipse's hands.
Eclipse hardly ever laughed out loud, but Raenef found that if he looked hard enough he could see it sparkling in Eclipse's eyes.
"How do you expect him to be a good demon lord if he can't even tell lies without blushing?"
Raenef, expression unusually serious, looked up and asked "Can you stay with me forever?"
Raenef sprawled out across his bed, trying to get his head around the fact that he was a demon lord, he had a castle, he was never gonna have to steal food again, and there was a guy called Eclipse who was trying to teach him four billion things that he had to learn and remember - was it really any wonder he was overwhelmed?
One day, Raenef grabbed Eclipse's arm and whispered four words so quickly they merged into one /(IloveyouEclipse)/and bolted.
Sometimes, in the beginning, Eclipse would forget Raenef hadn't mastered teleportation; when he teleported himself, the cry of "Wait for me!" could be heard all over the castle.
Chris and Erutis were desperate to know what Eclipse and Raenef were talking about - Raenef was staring at his feet, face red, and Eclipse was speaking softly - but neither was foolish enough to try and eavesdrop.
Eclipse had thought, once he found his master, he would be spared any more searches - he hadn't expected he'd forced to chase after him again and again and again...
Krayon didn't just hope Erutis would fall in love with him, he knew she would - once she calmed down, of course.
Mister Eclipse, Raenef thought as he grabbed his meagre possessions, had a name that was way too appropriate.
Erutis hated gravity with a passion - mainly because it gave Chris too many opportunities to make jokes about her butt.
Raenef strolled down the highway, oblivious to the strange looks he was garnering, daydreaming about returning to Eclipse as a real demon lord.
Raenef, initial fiasco aside, was relatively unknown in court, and Eclipse prayed every night that it was stay that way.
Eclipse stopped bothering to lock doors in the castle after he discovered that even if Raenef couldn't teleport into a room, he'd learnt something about locks from the Thieves' Guild.
Raenef grabbed at Eclipse as the older demon fell, too panicked to even breathe until Eclipse opened his eyes and assured him he was alright.