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Innocent Sacrifice - 9. Chapter 9

Zhihao groaned, his deep chest vibrating with the noise, as Su Yin took as much of his length as he could manage. He kept his hands on his knees, resisting the temptation to touch himself, knowing that the pleasure his lover would bring him would be so much sweeter for his patience. He moaned around the hot muscle between his lips as Zhihao wrapped his top knot in his huge fist and began to guide him along his cock. Su Yin loved the way the demon expressed his pleasure when he sucked his cock; no longer was he able to keep his instructions crisp and clear as he had at their first time in the temple high on the mountainside in Laoshan. The yaoguai groaned and grunted half words and incomplete adorations as Su Yin did his very best to bring pleasure to the demon he loved. He knew Zhihao would regain his composure all too soon, but as he pressed his tongue tight up under the head of Zhihao’s heavy erection, Su Yin purred in pleasure that he could make his lover lose control. He drew back just as Zhihao’s grip in his hair tightened in a deliciously painful manner, and made sure to lock eyes with his demon lover as Zhihao painted his tongue with his thick, hot seed.

“Ohhhh… beautiful.”

Su Yin swallowed, kissed the tip of Zhihao’s cock again, and rested back on his heels, waiting as the yaoguai tracked his green gaze all over him. Su Yin knew the length of the tunic revealed part of his behind as he knelt and his ignored penis stuck up between his thighs lewdly, but he also knew Zhihao liked that look in him. He smiled as Zhihao offered him a hand and pulled him to his feet.

“And this is all for me?” Zhihao asked, his voice soft as smoke.

“Yes, Zhihao.”

“Well aren’t I the lucky one?” Zhihao reached for Su Yin’s eager cock and swiped a broad fingertip across the tip, making the boy gasp. “And you-“ Zhihao lifted his finger, shiny with Su Yin’s precum, and painted it onto Su Yin’s open lips, “-are going to feel the full force of my appreciation for you.”

The red demon settled himself on the edge of their bed, and beckoned Su Yin to come and stand beside him. Su Yin did so and watched, his whole body quivering in anticipation, as Zhihao opened his tunic and smoothed a hand down his chest, stopping short of touching his genitals. The silk was slid from his shoulders, and Zhihao bunched the smooth fabric in his fist, using it to rub gently over his mate’s body. It was so soft a touch that Su Yin nearly cried out in frustration as the fabric covered hand of his lover moved over him, brushing oh-so-lightly at his nipples, grazing the top of his buttocks, sweeping far too quickly over his aching erection and heated balls. Then he felt pressure in the small of his back, and as Zhihao discarded the silk tunic, Su Yin found himself bent at the waist over Zhihao’s broad lap.

“Hold my leg with your hands,” the demon commanded. Su Yin wrapped both hands as much as he could around Zhihao’s muscled calf, the sudden weight of what he had asked for jumping into sharp relief as his legs were parted, and Zhihao positioned his erection for best display. “There’s a good boy.” Zhihao bent, and Su Yin felt his warm lips and the cold of his long fangs against the back of his neck as he was kissed. “I love you, Su Yin.”

In that tiny, tender moment, Su Yin was about to say the words back to the demon he adored, but as he opened his mouth to speak, Zhihao’s big hand landed on one cheek of his arse with enough force to make him cry.

“Ahhh!”

His flesh stung, and just as he blinked away the pain of the first slap, another landed on the other side and he whimpered in surprise. Zhihao rubbed his behind, smoothing away the pain, and Su Yin felt his cock twitch against Zhihao’s thigh. Then he was slapped again.

“UNGH! Ahh… Zhi…”

“Yes, dear one?” Zhihao hit him again, every inch of his broad palm landing against Su Yin soft flesh with a noise which seemed to echo in the big room.

“Ughhh…”

The red demon stroked him gently again, and Su Yin practically purred against him. Zhihao pressed his spine, reminding him to present himself properly, and when the next slap landed, Su Yin was ready. He whimpered in sudden disappointment at the light little tap he received, one on either cheek, and automatically pushed himself toward Zhihao’s hand.

“Good boy.”

Zhihao’s hand returned with force, and Su Yin gasped in shock and pleasure.

“Ohh! Mmm…”

“Hmm… Good boy.” Zhihao’s pleasure was evident in his tone as his thick cock twitched, trapped beneath Su Yin’s abdomen. “I’m so proud to call you my own.”

There was no time to bask in the softness of Zhihao’s words, because his hand returned, smacking the exact same piece of his skin, making Su Yin buck and cry out beneath him. His eyes were watering, but with each continued blow his cock twitched and bobbed excitedly, and Su Yin could feel the heat of pleasure and pain mingling together, burning deep in his belly even as he whimpered.

Just as Su Yin thought he could take no more, Zhihao’s palm switched to stroking his flesh gently, causing him to whine in frustration.

“Don’t fret, beautiful, I’m far from finished with you.” The yaoguai massaged the hot cheeks of his rear softly, tickled him with the tips of his claws, and then slid a bold finger down the furrow of his arse. “Oh, Su Yin...”

Su Yin glanced up in time to see Zhihao’s fingers close around the jade toy he had left out beside the bed, and he flinched as the cold stone touched his entrance. There were so many sensations vying for his attention, it was almost overwhelming: his cock throbbed almost painfully; Zhihao’s erection was like an iron bar beneath him, and he could feel his lover’s pulse through the heat of it; his arse was on fire, and every time Zhihao touched him he wanted to simultaneously pull away and press into the contact; there was pain as the tight ring of muscle of his entrance stretched in a manner which was now becoming familiar, but it was pleasurable too as his body was invaded by the stone phallus. Then the pleasure centre inside him was nudged by the toy, and suddenly nothing was as important as that contact. He shuddered.

“Zhi!”

“Eager, are we my love?” Zhihao pressed the length of stone slightly, and Su Yin bucked under his hands. “Now, now… we can’t have you wasting the rest of a perfectly good evening, can we?”

“Please…! Please sir!”

“I said you were going to have to take everything you were given,” the yaoguai’s voice was close and husky in his ear, and Su Yin shivered. “Can you do that?”

Su Yin nodded vehemently.

“There’s a good boy.”

The demon twisted the phallic toy inside him again, but when Su Yin felt his balls contract as he edged closer to his orgasm, Zhihao slapped him forcefully once more.

“Ah!”

“Such a sight to behold. Your flesh is so pink, so tender.” Zhihao stroked his arse gently, but then slapped him twice in quick succession before a third hit which made Su yin bite his lip to keep from crying. “I love watching you opening like this, and displaying yourself for me. Have you been thinking of this, sitting so prim and proper with your books, but hoping I would come home and spank you? And later on, I wonder what you shall do to me in return? I’m sure you’ll be able to think of something appropriate…. Tell me Su Yin, would you like to come now?”

“Nngggh! Yes! Yes please, sir… Zhihao, please!”

Each slap made him whimper, and between them Zhihao used his other hand to massage the jade phallus in tight circles against the place inside him which made Su Yin’s crotch burn with the pressing need to lose control. The big red skinned demon never once touched his aching hard on, but it didn’t matter, and Su Yin’s short fingernails dug into the muscles of Zhihao’s calf as he gasped wordlessly, and came without warning.

“You are beautiful, Su Yin.”

Zhihao slid the toy from his opening, and Su Yin whimpered at the sudden sense of emptiness after having been so full. Then he whined as he felt Zhihao gather the wetness of his seed from between his thighs, the clawed fingers spreading his orgasm across his entrance. Somehow the idea of Zhihao’s fingers slipping into him, lubricated with his essence made him even more aroused. Su Yin didn’t have the chance to say so before his arse stung once more with a light, well-placed slap.

“There are other things I could use on you, my beautiful. I do so love your arse so pink… I wonder what else we might find in stores? A little paddle maybe… nice smooth wood. It would be perfect for raising that blush to your soft skin.” Zhihao punctuated his musing with little slaps as he fondled Su yin with his other hand, fingers sliding inside him even as the demon rolled his scrotum with the palm of his big hand. “Or I’ve heard tell a willow switch is just the thing, if used properly. We could have you striped from waist to knee and begging for more...” Zhihao felt Su Yin’s body clench around his fingers, smiled, and rolled his lover in his lap. Soon as he had lowered himself to kiss the boy, Su Yin had wrapped both hands into the demon’s thick dark hair, pushed his way between his black lips, and come messily all over himself.

They kissed for what seemed like forever, Su Yin’s tongue hot and eager in the demon’s mouth, never seeming to notice the press of his long fangs, the boy whimpering into his lover as the yaoguai touched him intimately and used his emission to draw swirls over the soft skin of his belly. Eventually the demon drew back enough to look his lover in the eyes.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Oh yes, Zhi.” Su Yin smiled warmly into the demon’s green gaze. “Very much. Thank you.”

“My pleasure. You are the most perfect boy I could ever have imagined.”

“You wouldn’t change me?” Su Yin couldn’t help but think about what Zai had said in the library.”

“Not a single thing, my treasure. Do you wish to sleep now?”

Su Yin squirmed against his questing fingers in a manner neither of them could misinterpret.

“Not just yet.”

Su Yin kissed the demon he adored again until he could barely breathe.

“Mmmm… tell me what you want, my darling. I do so love to hear you say it.”

“Zhihao...” Su Yin blushed softly, because even with Zhihao’s fingers inside him, he was still embarrassed by the words in his head. “I want you to fuck me, again and again, until I can barely remember my own name.”

“With great pleasure,” Zhihao purred. “Up on the bed, my darling, on your knees. That’s right. Lean forwards...” Zhihao reached over his lover to collect a squishy pillow and Su Yin automatically wrapped it in his arms, laying his head down even as he presented his tender pink arse for Zhihao. The yaoguai lined up his cock with the boy’s slick, honey-coloured entrance, and pushed into him with satisfaction. Nothing was quite like being buried to the hilt in the tight body of the boy he loved.

Su Yin moved against him and moaned softly, hints of exhaustion slipping into his lust, and Zhihao thrust back twice as hard, accompanying the movement of his hips with a short hard slap to the boy’s already sore buttocks. Su Yin gasped in pleasure and groaned, and Zhihao smiled to himself. No one in the little town could have known the boy they’d chosen to be their sacrifice had such depths ripe and ready to be plundered by the right partner. Zhihao couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky that partner was him. He fucked and spanked Su Yin’s perfect arse to completion, and then because the boy begged him so beautifully, fucked him again as hard as he could until he was snarling through his orgasm and Su Yin was moaning incoherently beneath him.

With soft movements, Zhihao removed himself from his lover. By degrees of shuffling, they lay together in a sweaty, satisfied heap on the silk covered bed.

“How do you feel, my love?”

Su Yin inhaled deeply before he replied, a serene smile spreading across his features. He stretched languidly and wrapped himself in Zhihao’s arm, cuddling close to his chest, despite the heat they both radiated.

“Complete.” Su Yin traced the line of Zhihao’s jaw, then his fangs, then his dark smile. “Honest. Until I met you, I’d never told anyone what I really wanted. Not ever.”

“Oh my darling...”

Su Yin kissed the demon he loved.

“I want to be with you always.”

Zhihao smiled again, knowing he was reading his lover correctly when he spoke.

“Forever is a long time.”

“Yes.” Su Yin held his gaze, and Zhihao had the distinct feeling that nowadays, Su Yin could win a staring match with a mountain. “And won’t that be fun?”

*

Su Yin used a little flat-ended wooden stick to clean under each fingernail in turn, then took up the toothbrush Zhihao had brought him from some other version of Upstairs, and scrubbed at the inside of his mouth until his teeth felt smooth and shiny under his tongue. He finished his ablutions, tied his hair into its customary top knot, and shrugged back into the simple robe he had worn to cross the house from their room to the bathroom. Zhihao smiled at him in the mirror as he finished tying his own hair in a complicated manner.

“I found you a new outfit.”

“I have plenty of clothes now, Zhi. You don’t have to keep… oh!”

The yaoguai grinned happily.

“What was that, my darling one?”

“Nevermind!” Su Yin replied quickly, hugging the clothes tight to his chest. “Thank you, Zhihao.”

“And may I dress you?” the demon asked with a broad smile.

Su Yin held out the many pieces of his outfit with a soft frown.

“I think you’ll have to. I’ve never worn Hanfu before. I wasn’t important enough.”

“Never think that, my dear one.” Zhihao took his chin and kissed him swiftly. Su Yin melted against him with a happy sigh. “You are the most important thing in my world. Come, let us make you ready.”

It was a very different experience from being dressed as a sacrifice by the monks of Laoshan. Su Yin did not have to stand blank and motionless while he was attended in silence, but kissed and touched Zhihao just as much as the demon touched him, the two of them trading back and forth comments about the richness of the silks, the drape of the fabric, and Su Yin’s excited nervousness about their destination. First there was the under robe, the silk gossamer thin and incredibly soft, tied around his waist with a simple white strip of cloth. The zhiju robe was such a dark red it almost appeared black against Su Yin’s pale skin, but the broad edging had been done in the same bright shade as Zhihao’s skin. Zhihao folded over the right side, then the left, ensuring that the broad collars were even and displayed the gems of the Chain of Protection prominently at his throat. A second band of red slashed diagonally across his knees, going the opposite way from the collar. As Zhihao drew the wide sash tight around his waist, tying its many thinner strands to cinch his waist, Su Yin couldn’t help but stare at himself in the mirror. All he needed was a sword, and he would have looked just as imposing as the guards who had come to take him away that fateful day in the dormitories of the foundling home.

But Zhihao was far from done. He added a richly embroidered panel of gold cloth which folded into the sash and hung past his knees at the front. Su Yin had to resist spending the whole time tracing the outlines of the phoenix and dragon, picked out in so many shades of red he couldn’t count them, and their accompanying lotus flowers sewn in yet more golden tones. The yaoguai tied a corded belt over the top of the bixi from which hung a long red tassel, topped with a green jade carving. Su Yin took the little stone in his hand, and was surprised to find a Guardian Lion, perfect in every tiny detail. But hidden under it’s great paw where there usually rested an embroidered sphere, was a miniature replica of the jade toy which had, the previous evening, been used to bring Su Yin to three rather messy orgasms. He gaped at his lover.

“Zhi!”

“Our little secret, my love.”

“Hung around my waist… someone is bound to see. Where did you get it?”

“Oh, you can find anything in the ‘verse in Stores if you’re willing to spend all day looking.” Zhihao smiled. “Come, Su Yin, you are nearly ready.”

Su Yin shrugged into the zhaoshan, a calf length open fronted coat with wide sleeves, and each of those sleeves was richly decorated with embroidered clouds in grey and silver. The coat itself was white, stark and brilliant against the dark zhiju, but with the same red edging. Su Yin clasped his hands, and the broad sleeves hid his hands completely. He had never seen himself look so formal.

“And what are you wearing?”

Zhihao had trousers styled just as his usual ku were, but in the same white and red combination as Su Yin’s coat. Su Yin rolled his eyes, half wondering why it was his lover could get away with wearing so little, and half grateful that at least Zhihao’s clothes were easy-access.

“This is going to take forever to get out of later, you know.” He mentioned as they left their bedroom and started down the stairs to the entrance hall where Su Yin’s shoes were waiting. Zhihao helped him into them with a wicked grin.

“Who said I was intending to undress you first?”

“Zhi!”

“I do so love the way you blush, my darling. Please, never lose that.”

They did not see many people as they made their way through Hell. For Su Yin, he felt once again lost. The paths from Xingjhao to the library, stores, and Snakes and Snakes were ones he knew well and trod confidently. But in all his time in Hell, Su Yin had never taken the steep path which twisted and turned around boulders bigger than the house which they shared, and led to the Palace at the very centre of the Inner Circle.

At first sight, the Palace did not look at all like the palaces and temples Su Yin had seen in paintings and scrolls, but Zhihao reminded him that in Hell, not all was as it seemed. As they drew closer, Su Yin could feel the power which emanated from the building with its many spires, towers, and domes. It sat in the landscape as though it had been moulded from it, pulling all attention and focus, like a great stone in the centre of a pool.

The huge gates of the palace stood open, and they were met by a man who was half ox, and built to proportions that dwarfed even Zhihao. The yaoguai bowed politely and Su Yin copied him.

“We come for the consideration of his Highness, Prince Nassau.”

“His Highness is holding Court in the great hall today.”

“We’ll take them, Graccas. Thank you.” Su Yin turned in surprise to see Zai and Tobias behind them, both dressed in totally different but apparently formal styles. Tobias nodded to them each in turn, but Zai smiled in a warm and dangerous manner. “It’s about damn time you showed up here. I lost a bet to Sitka of all people. I was sure you’d have brought him right after he gave you that letter.”

Zhihao arched a dark eyebrow at his lover, his black lips twisting into an interested smile. Su yin glared at both demons quickly.

“Zai… helped. Don’t worry about it.” Holding Zhihao’s arm, Su Yin fell into step beside the grey furred demon with the slender horns. “So what are you doing here?”

“Oh, Tobias has come for a chat with the Prince, which they will both do without speaking very much at all I’m sure. I am going to beat that bastard Lahja at Fourchess if it’s the last thing I ever do.”

“It might well be,” Tobias sighed. “The newest member of Court is unnaturally gifted, even for a demon.”

Zai snarled, but without force, then turned to Su Yin.

“Excited?”

“Not really. I’ve never met a Prince before.” Su Yin squeezed Zhihao’s arm and smiled up at his lover. “But I know it’ll be alright.”

“Fuck, but I wish I’d been as confident as you the first time Zai brought me to the palace. I was a nervous wreck.” Tobias sounded faintly jealous. “Of course, it didn’t help that I let Zai pick my clothes.”

“I still maintain that you look gorgeous in a loin cloth.”

“Never again.” Tobias admonished his mate. “You leave my jeans alone.”

“And Court in session in the Great Hall… it’s your lucky day boys.” Zai turned to him as they reached a pair of double doors three times the height of Zhihao, but only just wide enough for two of them to pass through next to each other. The doors shimmered slightly as Zai opened them with his shoulder, and it took Su Yin a moment to realise they were made of some kind of crystal. “Just be yourself Su Yin: Nassau’s going to love you. Our Highness has a soft spot for proud young men who can stand up for themselves.” Zai bowed for his mate. “After you, my love.”

The Great Hall was just that, built to enormous proportions Su Yin couldn’t even guess at. The roof, so far away it was like the sky, was supported on enormous carved pillars showing animals he didn’t recognise. The room was dotted with mingling people of such a variety of shapes and sizes that Su Yin couldn’t work out what to focus on first. In the centre of a loose ring of chest high gaming tables was a stepped dais upon which stood an elaborately carved, black lacquered throne. It stood unoccupied. As Su Yin watched, a tall dark figure standing nearby turned to survey the room, and Su Yin felt – with the same part of his mind that always knew when Zhihao had returned from Upstairs – the wash of power move over them.

“Is that him? Is that the Prince?”

Zhihao chuckled softly so that only Su Yin heard him as he turned his lover’s chin to look at the figure the dark-clad person had been standing with. The boy with the bronze wings was grinning smugly and making a symbol with his fingers which even Su Yin recognised as being ‘pay up’.

“No, that’s him.”

“He looks too young to be...” Su Yin stopped himself, and smiled up at his lover. The yaoguai was just as massive and awe-inspiring as he had been the day they’d first met, but now Su Yin knew what was under the claws, the long fangs, and the red skin. “Most things are never as they appear though, are they?”

“I always knew you were smart, my darling. Come, let’s go introduce ourselves.”

Though Su Yin still found the sensation of wearing shoes indoors strange,, especially in so rich an environment, he walked arm in arm with his mate toward the dais. Without appearing to have looked at them, the slender young man - not much more than a boy really – crossed to the throne and rose to settle himself within its arms. Suddenly, in the space of half a dozen paces, everything about him changed.

The fingers that settled on the black wooden arm were slender and strong; the bare arm pale, tense, and scored with bright flames. The boy wore a tabard of dark wool with a high, open collar, a garment Su Yin recognised as a kilt, tall leather boots, and a small, curious smile. He settled his great wings, his wave of silky hair sliding over his shoulder almost like a living thing, and as they bowed at the foot of the steps, he inclined his head politely. Su Yin felt something wash over him once again, but this time it was stronger, deeper, and he jerked up from his bent position to stare at the grey eyed boy.

There was a quick snap of power, like lightning going off just outside his field of vision. Su Yin suddenly understood that the boy in front of him, who could appear unremarkable and smug, held more power in his gaze than Su Yin could imagine. And then he smiled gently, everything about his expression open and relaxed, and turned to the yaoguai.

“Guanyu Zhihao, isn’t it? From Xingjhao.” He nodded to himself, as though remembering something. “You would be the trickster? Hmmm… you invented the trick that makes washing machines eat socks.”

“Yes, your Highness.” Zhihao bowed again, and gestured to Su Yin. “I present to you my mate, Su Yin. We would like to petition you for your consideration of him.”

“Greetings, young one. I am Nassau, Prince of Hell. There are other titles, but it gets a touch lengthy in conversation.”

Su Yin frowned as he felt the Prince’s power sweep across the room once more, carried it seemed on the soft motion of one wing which bobbed and flickered.

“My name is Su Yin, your Highness”

“You are not scared.” The Prince observed.

“Would there be any point, sire?”

Su Yin felt his mate stiffen beside him, and squeezed Zhihao’s hand. He was proud, but not bold enough to drop from the rigid formality which helped to control the conversation. He was not expecting Nassau to laugh.

The Prince’s laugh was like his hair, a living thing which weaved through the room and changed the atmosphere within it. Suddenly Su Yin heard conversations around them move into more gentle tones. People chattered or giggled, making jokes and playing games far less intensely than they had been before. Even Zhihao was immediately less tense. The awe and sense of majesty was still there, but it was tempered now by the most honest smile Su Yin had yet seen on the Prince’s beautiful face.

“No, Su Yin, there would be not much point in being scared. But then, I did not expect you to be.” he chuckled warmly. “You are friends with some of my most favourite people in the whole ‘verse! And you are new and shiny, and everyone has spoken of you.”

And it is hard not to overhear things. Even the naga – the words which slid into his brain unbidden were accompanied by the image of Inai in Snakes and Snakes, holding a glass and looking pleased with himself – likes you, which is no small victory. Your petition has been made on your behalf by half a dozen others already. Though I am interested in what your mate has to say. Aren’t you?

Su Yin blinked, and then broke the gaze he held with Nassau. He looked up at the demon he loved.

“No demon of your class has ever successfully recruited, Guanyu Zhihao. Are you sure you have enough power to support your mate? Why should it work for you, when such wishes have failed for so many others?”

Zhihao did not pause, did not consider his words or his audience, and Su Yin felt himself speared right through by the words which fell from the black lips he had already reached up to kiss.

“Because I’m here for him. He is my purpose. I love h-.”

Whatever the yaoguai had been about to say, Su Yin drowned with his tongue. When Zhihao’s arms loosened enough to let him slide back to put his feet on the ground, they both turned when the Prince coughed politely into his hand.

“The boys were right about you. I’m so glad. Come closer, Su Yin. Don’t worry – I do not bite.”

Su Yin gave Zhihao a last, long look, already thinking about the way the demon looked in his new, pale trousers, and how interesting it might be to be fucked in his complicated outfit in front of their long mirror, and stepped up to stand on the platform of the throne. Nassau stood too, his wings suddenly massive, and he brought one around them to very carefully pluck a bronze gold flight feather almost as tall as Su Yin.

“I must remove the Chain of Protection he gave you. Should I change you with it on… well, you will lose your free will. Though I very much doubt your Zhihao would ever use such a power against you. Better to be safe.”

Su Yin lowered his head obediently, and felt the smooth, surprisingly cool fingers of the Prince across the back of his neck before the weight of the gems was lifted from around his throat. He rubbed at the place where they had been. Already he missed the feeling he’d grown so accustomed to. The Prince handed the necklace with its central green stone over to him.

“Keep it. The colours suit you.” Nassau exhaled deeply, and when he looked back at Su Yin, there was a resonance of unmasked power which made everything in the room still. “Do you wish to be immortal, to live in Hell, and become the mate of this demon?”

“Yes.”

The Prince smiled again, and blew on the feather. It began to crackle like dry wood and smoke gently.

“And is there anything else you want, Su Yin?”

Su Yin smiled, and thought of the scroll hanging so proudly on the wall of the room he and his mate shared together.

“My own set of calligraphy brushes?”

 

The End

Copyright © 2017 Sasha Distan; All Rights Reserved.
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Su Yin was a great character! I liked all the others, but he was a soft-spoken little pepper sprout (an oxymoron?). It's been awhile since I've read any of your "Best Circle of Hell" stories. I had a bit of a struggle keeping all the demons and others straight, but I still really liked this story. Guess I'll have to go for a reread. Thanks for sharing this. It  was  most enjoyable!

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Hello again Sasha! I saw a series of drawings a while ago on some blog or other. They showed a young boy and a red demon, and I immediately thought of Su Yin and Zhihao. I wish I had saved it. I came across one of the pictures the other day and decided I was supposed to read "Innocent Sacrifice" again. So I did. I had forgotten a few things, but I enjoyed it as much as the first time! This was the story that got me to read or reread the other BCoH stories. Anyway thanks for another pleasant trip down memory lane! Jeff

On 2/9/2022 at 9:37 PM, JeffreyL said:

Hello again Sasha! I saw a series of drawings a while ago on some blog or other. They showed a young boy and a red demon, and I immediately thought of Su Yin and Zhihao. I wish I had saved it. I came across one of the pictures the other day and decided I was supposed to read "Innocent Sacrifice" again. So I did. I had forgotten a few things, but I enjoyed it as much as the first time! This was the story that got me to read or reread the other BCoH stories. Anyway thanks for another pleasant trip down memory lane! Jeff

oh Jeff! thank you so much!

I miss these guys so much, but i know Su Yin is extremely happy living his best life in hell with his big red demon. Please, always link me to pretty art if you see it. I swear its the only reason i have a twitter.

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