Kyree woke with a frown on his face, taking a few minutes to reassess what the hell he had just experienced. As well as this, he had to remember he wasn't laid with Ambrose, instead, it was Saige sprawled across his chest still asleep. Humans, all they did was sleep.

"You're late," Kyree's gaze flickered to the doorway of the bedroom, landing on Ambrose leaning there with his arms crossed over his chest, "and in bed with a woman, have something to tell me?" Kyree smiled, sliding Saige off of him gently and standing. With his finger on his lips, Kyree led Ambrose out of the room, closing the door behind him whilst they moved into the living room.

"That's only Saige," Kyree grimaced when he saw the time on the clock, 1:20, how had he even slept that long? Then again, he had done a lot the previous night, by which he meant he had gone on a small, controlled killing spree.

"Telling secrets to humans now, are we? I could have you prosecuted, y'know, I am a prince. I could do it myself even," mischief glinted in Ambrose's grey-blue eyes as he covered Kyree's mouth with his. Kyree moaned softly, giving Ambrose entrance into his mouth as he gripped fistfuls of his lover's hair. It had only been a night of separation but, to Kyree, it felt like a lifetime.

"I think we have more pressing matters to discuss," Kyree whispered, peeling himself reluctantly from Ambrose and sprawling across the couch, his back on the arm and his legs across the seat.

"Which are?" Ambrose's body fit perfectly into Kyree as he snuggled in between his legs, his back resting against Kyree's chest.

"The dream, Amb," Kyree massaged Ambrose's scalp, curling fistfuls of his hair around his hand whilst the other traced little circles over his lover's arm, "I think it was yours."

"I don't dream, Ky," Ambrose reminded Kyree, his brows drawn together in a frown as he stared across the room at nothing in particular.

"Yeah, but I don't dream like that. You were the centre, babe, not me. We were both children, and it felt so real. Like a memory, not a dream."

"That thing," Ambrose uttered softly, a shudder running down his spine at the memory of it, "it was awful. I could feel its power, when it touched me, it was like it was emanating it," Kyree buried his mouth in Ambrose's hair, pressing a few chaste kisses on his scalp in an attempt to calm him.

"Who were those other kids? Fi and Dante? And what was that thing with the light that they did? We were all no older than 5, how did they have that much power?"

"I don't know, Ky, but we gotta find out more about this dream thing. It's gotta be-" Ambrose stopped abruptly when Saige slumped out of her room, rubbing her eyes and yawning.

"Kyree, you didn't happen to-" Saige also paused when she saw Ambrose, looking startled, "oh, hello. You must be Ambrose, would you like some coffee?" Saige wandered into the kitchen area, completely at ease with the prince of Hell lounging on her couch.

"And you must be Saige," Ambrose appeared right in front of Saige, causing her to shriek and almost drop yet another glass, "what do you want with Kyree?" Ambrose towered over Saige, his eyes a soulless black, obviously meant to scare Saige into submission, or rather admission.

"Amb, don't frighten her," Kyree appeared next to Ambrose, slipping his hand into his lover's, "calm down, we have a deal," Ambrose didn't back down, simply leant in closer to Saige, awaiting her answer. Her eyes went wide as she shrank away, her gaze fixed on Ambrose's dark eyes.

"Ambrose Ross, stop scaring the poor girl," Kyree scolded, tugging on Ambrose's arm.

"I want him to turn me," Saige whispered, her voice shaking with fear. Kyree froze, his attention focusing on the only human in the room, the only person with a lack of respect for their own blissful mortality.

"You want me to what?" Kyree asked incredulously.

"Turn me," Saige repeated in a slightly more confident tone, despite her eyes never moving from Ambrose's, "please, I told you, Kyree make him stop, please," Kyree frowned, realising what Ambrose was doing, tapping into her fears like all royal blood demons were capable of. Kyree reached around, covering Ambrose's eyes, breaking the connection so Saige could stumble back, her body trembling.

"What a surprise, a human that wants to be a demon," Ambrose grumbled, gently pulling Kyree's hands from his eyes and brushing his lips over the knuckles, "let's leave, baby, I'll have Osiris deal with her," Ambrose said, his voice cold and emotionless. Kyree's attention hadn't wavered from Saige, as she averted her eyes to the tiled floor, somehow ashamed at her desires.

"Amb, we're not killing her," Saige's head shot up at Kyree's comment, hope in her emerald eyes, "I'm not agreeing to turn you, but I did promise to talk, so ask away. Anything you want, I'll answer truthfully," Ambrose didn't look too pleased but he also didn't interrupt again, instead busying himself with making coffee.

"Just tell me more about you. About demonkind. Everything, please," Saige perched on the counter opposite Kyree, watching him with intent and inquisitive eyes.

"Well, we're not as heartless as we're made out to be. We do have touches of compassion here and there. And we don't live in squalor, nor does Lucifer live out his days igniting us with hellfire. I would compare us to humans but that would be an insult, your race is much worse than us.

"Demonkind?" Kyree pondered, "well, we live under the rule of a royalty. Lucifer has been the only king I have ever lived under, but soon Ambrose will be coronated. We can materialise, which you have experienced first hand, and some of us-"

"Why do you want to be a demon?" Ambrose interjected finally, sick of listening to their casual conversation continue whilst that card was set out on the table.

"I'm alone," Saige murmured sheepishly, averting her eyes away from Ambrose's to avoid his hard stare, "I have no one in this world. I dropped out of school, I have no qualifications. I have nothing. My brother was the only thing keeping me alive, but he overdosed a few months back, I truly have nothing now. It was either this or kill myself. I thought I might as well try," Kyree knew then why Saige had wanted him to get to know her, she wanted him to sympathise. And he did. He had been through his own share of crippling losses, he didn't want her to live through hers in isolation.

"Do you know how you are turned?" Ambrose's tone was laced with venom, spite mixing in with it too, "Kyree marks you, then he has to kill you, then shares his blood with you. You will be eternally bonded with him however which way he wants you to be. That could be anything from lover to slave. You will be his, forever. Your freedom reduced to whatever mercy he is willing to provide. You will no longer be your own woman, you will be his pet," Ambrose seethed, and Kyree finally understood why his lover harboured so much rage toward the idea of Saige being turned.

"It would be paternal," Kyree reassured Ambrose, snaking his arms around his lover's waist, "I see her as a daughter so she would be my daughter. Nothing more, nothing less, babe. She would be your daughter too," Kyree rested his chin on Ambrose's shoulder, rubbing his demon's hips, "I would like to do this for her. But only if you give me your blessing," Ambrose was silent for what seemed like hours but was probably only a few seconds.

"Fine. It's not like we could have had a child naturally anyway. I guess this is the best we are going to get," Kyree pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of Ambrose's mouth before moving to stand between Saige's legs. He tipped her head up so she was looking him in the eye, those emerald eyes swirling with fear and anticipation.

"Are you sure you want this? It's permanent. Not something I can take back, no do-overs. This is forever, literally," Kyree said, not a glimmer of humour in his voice. He was deadly serious and Saige needed to know that. There was no going back once she agreed to this.

"I'm sure," Kyree patted her shoulder, a soft smile on his face, "never had a dad anyway, I imagine an eternity with two would be amazing," Kyree just about caught the twitch at the corner of Ambrose's mouth. He would warm up to her soon.

"The worst part is going to be the mark, OK?" Kyree took the dagger that had appeared in Ambrose's hands, it was ceremonial, only to be used when turning humans, "I have to carve my initials over your heart. They will remain there forever so if you can handle the pain, I will try not to make it too crude," Saige merely nodded, looking paler than usual as Kyree instructed her to remove her shirt, leaving her only in her black bra. When the tip of the blade first broke Saige's skin, and her warm red blood began to trickle down her chest into her lap, she made a soft whining noise, squeezing her eyes shut.

Kyree really did take his time carving his initials. When Saige finally opened her eyes and glanced down at her chest, Kyree removed the rag he had pressed over the bleeding wounds to allow her to see her new mark. 'KL' in cursive letters to the left of her chest, sullenly oozing blood yet somehow looking so beautiful.

"You still have time to back out, Saige," Kyree reminded her when a tear slipped from her eye.

"I'm finally gonna have parents, why the hell would I pass up that opportunity?" she whispered, a smile on her lips. That smile didn't even falter when Kyree slid the blade across her upper thigh, severing the femoral artery, giving her but five seconds to live.

In that five seconds, Kyree cut his own wrist and pressed it on the gash across Saige's thigh, allowing his blood to mingle in with what she was losing. Her body began to sway at the 3-second mark and Ambrose gripped her shoulders, ensuring she wouldn't fall into Kyree.

Saige didn't wake for a few days, as expected. Yet Kyree remained by her side the entire time, her hand clasped in his. Her body had to replenish her new blood, which would be almost exactly the same as Kyree's. He wondered if she would have the same intolerance to fire. He had been told he had hellfire in his veins, maybe that meant she would too.

"Kyree, we have a problem," Ambrose announced as he appeared in the room, looking exceptionally worried.

"Babe, if this is about the dukes not liking your lack of fiance, just tell them about us," Kyree responded, his attention focused on the unnerving absence of movement from Saige.

"Kyree, it's not about that. How old did Saige say she was?" Kyree thought back over the conversations he had had with Saige.

"She didn't say. But she was in a bar so I assumed she was no older than 20. She looks young so 19 maybe. Why?" Ambrose stalked closer, kneeling in front of Kyree, a worrying amount of fear in his eyes as he gripped Kyree's hands.

"She's 16, Kyree. You turned a child."