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Demetrius entered the den slowly and squinted at the golden orange glow from the torches on the wall from casted enough light for him to take in the creepy entryway. The smell was overwhelmed with damp wood from the flooring under his feet and the roof seemed to be chipped into pieces from over the years. He felt like he didn't belong here, especially since he was a guard from the Kings palace and the slum he was in was making him feel like he never belonged. Arella was never a perfect city, even if the term Arella stands for angel; the city had to have had a dark side to it. The first class estate called it 'The Slums', and by the looks of it Demetrius kind of felt like he understood why. Examining the entryway, Demetrius noticed a few chairs lined up against the wall ahead of him and that was it, the hallway stretched down to just a door at the end.

Is this the part where I'm supposed to wait? He thought, taking a few steps more into the entryway and setting himself into one of the wooden chairs. What was he doing here? He should go back to the castle and talk to Kevin about what should happen next, on what they should expect for their future.

The Husky immediately scoffed and looked down the hallway with a stubborn look plastered on his face, crossing his arms and slouching in his chair like a stubborn child.

He should forget about Kevin now, the name should make him regret ever thinking it.

I hate you!

Those words burned through his memory as Kevin kept repeating it over and over; Demetrius was unable to forget it now that Kevin's said it. At first when Demetrius met Kevin he knew that his life was going to be hell, but for some reason after that night they spent together, made him actually have literal feeling toward the Human. How could this happen so fast? Kevin has to be toying with his brain; Demetrius never usually has to struggle over something this long.

"Ah, I'm so sorry!" A small voice caught the Husky's attention immediately, his ears flicking in response and turning in the direction of the speaker afterward. A slim sized Racoon was quietly rushing towards Demetrius with a look of apology stuck all over his face. The Boy wore a plain white poncho over a black T-shirt and had trousers that had appeared as if they had been worn for ages, holes and tears were visible in all directions. To Demetrius the boy looked about 19 years old, and considering that the Husky was only 23, he felt as if he should still act like a mature mentor for the Racoon. "I didn't hear you come in, sir, I'm so terribly sorry! Please forgive me."

The Racoon had caught up with Demetrius and stood straight, arching his back forward and looking down so he could bow in respect, expecting to see if his apology would be expected. The boy seemed tired, exhausted from countless nights of finding it hard to sleep. Demetrius could tell by noticing the slouching of his shoulders and baggy eyes.

"Uh, N-no, it's alright. I wasn't waiting for long." Demetrius responded nicely and looked into the Racoon's olive green eyes when they looked up with a slight happiness glimmering in them. Demetrius couldn't help but go into a small grin.

"Thank you, sir," The boy responded, "My name is Gavin. How shall I be of assistance for you?"

The boy--Gavin--seemed to be relaxed now. His olive green eyes were all that Demetrius had to look at to tell. Looking around, the Husky had to think of the right way to say why he was here, careful not to let the boy know he worked for the King in case any misunderstandings were to happen.

"Are you here for the pleasure services?"

That caught him off guard. Demetrius knew that The Slum had Courtesan services, but he never actually met a male pleasure servicer before, "What, no! No, I'm not interested in that service, I'm here for the Separatism Ritual."

Gavin's ears fell down to the sides and of his head and his eyes looked hurt, punching Demetrius in the stomach with that look of sadness. "Oh, I see." He looked away and brought his left arm up to scratch the other, becoming awkward by the silence in the entryway, "Well, I'm afraid I don't deal with that stuff. My Lord does, Lord Marshal."

Demetrius heard of him, he was what he would call clinically insane. Stories of Arella had said that Lord Marshal was the Lizard who let many women commit suicide by just encouraging them to end their life because their husbands had been fooling around with other women. Demetrius never knew how Marshal became a psychiatrist and a divorcing ritualist but the man had much background from a rich family from an ancestor striking a gold mine. The rich family invested in businesses afterward, giving their oldest son, Marshal, the opportunities he has now.

How he became clinically insane was a story Demetrius never knew, in fact it was one no one dared to know.

"Lord Marshal." Demetrius didn't sound very amused, "Great." He dragged the word longer than he actually intended to, as if he said it as a sigh of frustration.

The silence was back and the Husky felt out of place once again, noticing the Racoon looking down at his feet and in all other directions. A squirmy type, Demetrius couldn't help but smirk at that. "So who is the lady?"

"Sorry?" The Husky blinked stupidly, looking at the Racoon's eyes.

"The lady you're divorcing. If I may ask..."

"Oh... Its uh, well it's not exactly a...lady." Demetrius rubbed his neck, once more feeling more stupid than he already was.

"Oh!" Those ears perked up and the expression turned into excitement. Demetrius even noticed a tail wagging behind the slender body "Was it not turning out so great?"

"Uh, no... It wasn't." The Racoon was even blushing!

The Husky only thought of one thing, Aw hell...

"'Scuse me!"

Kevin nearly tripped as an old Bear and his food cart got into his path, but that didn't stop the Human from running at full pace. Running to Kevin wasn't something he was never up for, especially when it applied to running for someone across a kingdom full of millions of Anthro species. The sun across the concrete horizon was now setting, casting the city into an orange and red glow that gave the adrenaline and spirit inside Kevin to keep running. It was as if the mood was perfect for running for something, or rather someone.

How did he get here? He remembered being in Demetrius' room when he woke up and Damien standing over him with tears in his eyes, trying to wake the Human up from his slumber. Demetrius wasn't beside him in the bed, which felt odd because every time the Human woke up he would always feel the presence of Demetrius beside him. The warm vibes from his heat always left Kevin feeling safe and warm, but this time it was different.

"Kevin wake up! Demetrius is about to do something stupid! Wake up!" Damien's voice crack in mid sentence, which happened to surprise Kevin because he'd never seen the Tiger show this type of emotion before. When the name of his fiancée was slipped past those lips, Kevin immediately sat up as if worry was his normal reflex.

Kevin was in the Husky's room. It felt familiar now instead of new, he'd been in this room a few times and began to grow on it after a while, which to Demetrius' surprise happened rarely fast. "What...? Where did...?"

"I tried to stop him but he just ignored me. He refuses to listen to me!" That seemed to have brought more tears to the Tiger, droplets of the salty beads splattered onto his black and gold armour and slid down his exterior, "I've never seen him this mad since...!"

The King separated the both of you Kevin thought to himself, looking into the eyes that just gave away sorrow and sadness, "Damien," The Human grabbed Damien by the shoulders and lightly shook, trying to get those eyes to focus their attention to him, "What is happening? Where is Demetrius?"

He choked out a sob and another fall of tears fell down his cheeks, but Kevin finally got the satisfaction of being greeted by focused attention. Rubbing his eyes, Damien took in a slow breath and exhaled it gradually after, "He's gone to get a Separatism Ritual..."

"What's a Separatism Ritual?"

Damien could only stare for a few moments before realizing Kevin was literally serious. "It's a certain Ritual that you Humans in the other world perform all the time... I think you called it a divorce?"

After asking where it was being held, Kevin's first instinct was to run.

This brought him sprinting through the Kingdom's market place full of merchants and consumers. Kevin would occasionally notice a few glances from other Anthro people, looking curious as to why he was running at such speed. Was he a thief? Was he running from someone? Is he a criminal? All questions ran through Kevin's head at the same speed of his sprinting, the people around him must have been thinking those if he was running at such speed.

Why is he running for the Husky? Last time he remembered talking to him he was pretty sure he made himself clear. Though, he admitted he was pretty harsh. Kevin's temper had taken over and it usually happened when he was cornered into with making hard decisions.

I hate you!

His words echoed into his head like a rewinding tape recorder, playing those harsh words over and over again until it drove his legs harder to the ground, pressing himself faster so he could catch Demetrius and... and...

And do what!? You already ruined your relationship with him so there's nothing you can do about it to save him! Kevin became frustrated now, realizing that his inner conscience was pointing out the difficulties of his now ending engagement. How could he have let this happen? Kevin was getting used to the fact that he was not only being engaged to Demetrius but he truthfully let his heart allow certain love emotions in and trusted the Husky with his life.

How could one night of sex ruin this whole entire relationship he was beginning to like? Kevin liked what was happening that night; he liked the fact that Demetrius held him so carefully and thoroughly, as if he was treating Kevin as an antique wine glass. He remembered those hands all over his chest and stomach as they were in the middle of their night of passion, the black paw pads felt cold and rough like as if it were sand paper but the Husky treated it as if it were his advantage and massaged the certain spots on his body that made Kevin tremble underneath him. It sent waves of pleasure through his body as if electricity were being shot through his veins.

Demetrius treated Kevin as if he were his fiancé. And Kevin repaid him by saying those harsh words.

But why did it feel untrue to him? His stomach wasn't agreeing with the fact that he hated Demetrius, he felt like something different was there, something nice and soothing.

Kevin loved Demetrius and this time he was now accepting that statement.

Heaving a harsh breath, Kevin pressed forward down the market area with no regret even touching his mind.

"Mother, so glad you could make it." Krystella was lying and Humphrey knew it by the way her expression gave pure annoyance. The King and his wife stood in the palaces large entryway with a few guards on both their sides, all of them were greeting the old Husky warmly but he knew it was all an act. The woman walked in with such chivalry as possible, her eyes looking bored and tired.

She was inspecting the place, just like Lady Krystella had said. Humphrey, who stood behind the royal couple by ten feel swallowed hard, "Krystella," She finally opened her arms, her voice echoing off the cement blocked walls, "It's so good to finally see you again."

"I could say the same to you, mother." Once again, Humphrey knew it was a lie.

"Alexander," She released her daughter and shifted her eyes to the king, looking at him with inspecting eyes and seeking satisfaction by the way he looked now, "I see you've been keeping my daughter safe so far. I commend you."

Smiling in a welcoming way, King Alexander slowly took in air so he could form the words to speak, "It's good to see you too, Martha." He gave her a hug and turned to Humphrey, whose gaze was more focused on the ground than on the hugging family, "Humphrey, you remember my mother in law, Martha."

Humphrey snapped straight up and blinked hard, lowing his back a little to signify a respectful bow, "Yes," He said immediately, "It's a pleasure to see you again, your Kindness." Humphrey was lying, though he was sure no one could tell.

"As to you, Humphrey." The corner of her mouth twitched, but that's all he got from her.

Martha turned to Krystella and looked around her surroundings, seeking out something that was on her mind, "Where's your brother, is Demetrius running late?" Her voice never changed from the sophisticated tone, though Humphrey doubted he would get much emotion out of her.

"Ah," Krystella hesitated and looked at her husband, her eyes looking sharp, "Well--"

"--you don't have to hide it, Krystella. I know what's going on..."

Everyone's stomach skipped into their throats, even the Royal Guards who stood by their sides. How could Martha know what's going on when she hasn't been in the Kingdom for over two years? Humphrey's brain went into overdrive now, trying to think of scenarios of how to help the King and his wife in this situation. He had to say something to try and get Martha off their backs, say that this whole thing with the Human and Lord Demetrius was all a rumour. A Story. A Myth! But what could he say if she already knew the details, 'your son is experiencing some homosexual curiosity and will be dealt with extreme precaution'?

The old Rat could see himself being slapped in the face by the woman.

"Y-you do...?" Krystella hesitated and looked her mother in the eyes with a look of shock. No one in this room had planned for this situation.

Silence took over for a few moments, the room felt suffocating that even a slight sound from the Guards moving would make any of them jump in surprise.

"Clearly, my Lady, you have heard wrong. It was all just a misunderstanding." Humphrey mentally shot himself with his response, he thought he had his explanation thought out but instead his nerves got the best of him and he only said that much.

"What do you mean?" Martha asked blankly, "My son is getting married! I want to meet the girl!"

Once again the room was back in shock by her response.

Humphrey closed his eyes and mentally pictured him in his grave, thinking only two words he'd never thought he'd say.

Oh crap...

"Right in here." Gavin opened the wooden door and Demetrius flinched at the eerie sound of the hinges squeaking against each other. The room was a simple room, wooden flooring that reeked of damp wood and torches on the wall added enough light for the both of them to see. The room's walls had tables lined up on all sides with tall jars full of red or green liquids vibrating to the movements. Demetrius stepped in and immediately noticed the flat cemented table in the middle of the room, seeing scratch marks and black stains on some parts of the table. He gulped and looked back at Gavin.

"It isn't a scary room." Gavin's smile was reassuring, but it still didn't make the Husky feel great about this place.

"He's right," They both tensed and looked at the source of who was talking, "Hello, My name is Dr. Marshal. Please go ahead and lie down, make yourself comfortable."

As if... Demetrius thought, slowly eyeing the man entering the room with a casual look. The Lizard wore a green tunic over a plain white shirt, his glasses firmly on his face as if he were an actual sane doctor. But his stomach knew that it wasn't true.

"Gavin here tells me your here for the Separatism Ritual. Not very many people from the royal class come here for our assistance. What brings you on this side of the Kingdom, Mr...?"

"Crawford. Demetrius Crawford." He replied after resting himself onto the cement table, its cold damp roughness churning his stomach and making him sick to be here. Everything around him in this dark room was terrifying him to a point he wanted to hurl. The fur underneath his armour felt as if it were in a being hit with a heat wave that made him sweat like a pig. His nerves were getting to him, "I... Didn't want word from that side of the Kingdom to get around..."

"Ah, I guess that makes sense." He pulled a Jar from one of the tables and laid it beside Demetrius' hand, preparing himself for the Ritual.

The jar on the inside made a loud hissing sound, which sent Demetrius into a panicked state. His breath became more frequent now as Dr. Marshal began to unscrew the jar's lid.

And then the snake had been grabbed out of the jar and held into Dr. Marshal's firm grip. Demetrius looked it in the eyes and just saw black nothingness. The snake just looked like it was a puppet being used to trick people into fear, but the way its tongue flicked out made it all look real.

"Alright, now if you please lay down we can get started. You may want to hold your breath a little bit and close your eyes. And if you feel the nerve to scream, then by all means." Marshal held the snake ready and was getting Demetrius' wrist into position.

And by that moment, Demetrius closed his eyes and braced himself. The room fell silent and to Demetrius, it felt too intense. The tight locker must have been back because it was suffocating him to the point he could not breathe anymore.

The snake hissed and made a snapping sound--

"NO!"

The room shook from the door bursting open, and as Demetrius opened his eyes he felt as if the world around him went into slow motion.

All he saw was a blurry dark figure literally rushing to him at such a slow pace it felt like hours.

When his vision cleared, Kevin was in clear sight. He threw his arms up around Demetrius' neck and pulled the Husky into a deep kiss.

It wasn't until these precious seconds that he began to feel his body again. But the only part that hurt the most right now...

Was his wrist...

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It's safe to say that the finale to Two Worlds is up next. For those who have been with me on this awesome journey, I THANK YOU! I seriously would buy you all a pie but im afraid I can't do that. D8

Stay tuned and watch out for the Last Chapter!