Love and Soul

Warnings: Smutty smut smut; perversion of all that is DNAngel; general silliness and slight OOC. Anachronisms.
Notes: I relied heavily on http://www.bulfinch.org/fables/bull11.html for the Cupid and Psyche myth.
Disclaimer: I don\'t own DNAngel. This is probably a good thing.

Once upon a time, there was a queen who whose only son was named Daisuke. As Daisuke grew older, he became more and more good looking, until upon his eighteenth birthday he was said to be the most beautiful in all the land. He had firey red hair, bright cheerful eyes, broad shoulders, and it was said that his smile could melt icebergs.

Daisuke\'s reputation began to spread, and people began to worship him, in a way that was due only to the great god of sex, drugs, and rock and roll love and beauty, Krad.

Krad, normally pretty PMSy anyway, was absolutely livid. \"I\'m suddenly not the most beautiful?\" he yelled, throwing a temper tantrum in a way that only a god could. \"That mortal boy is stealing all my glory!\" he yelled, continuing to pitch a fit. In the background, Towa the messenger goddess held in her snickers, noting that Krad\'s toga was falling open in a rather embarrassing matter thanks to his antics.

\"DARK!\" Krad screamed. With a poof of air, Krad\'s son Dark appeared at his side, black wings fluttering slightly in the breeze.

Dark, God of Love and matchmaker extraordinaire (not to mention a bit of a mischevous practical joker) was considered among the most handsome of all the gods on Olympus. Many a young woman and even more young men had swooned at the thought of those beautiful eyes, at the idea of resting against that strong chest while Dark\'s feathery wings curled protectively around them. Word had it that Risa, Goddess of Sorority Girls, had her eye on him.

\"Dark,\" Krad repeated, overly sweetly now. \"I need you to do something for Daddy.\"

\"I refuse to call you Daddy,\" Dark replied, shuddering slightly. \"What do you want?\"

\"There\'s a horrible mortal boy who is trying to usurp my position as most beautiful,\" Krad pouted. \"I want you to go down to earth and find that child and make him fall in love with something horrible.\"

\"Like Satoshi?\" Dark said, lips twitching. Most people would have argued that the knowledge god wasn\'t particularly horrible, but Dark and Satoshi didn\'t really get along.

\"Sure, that works,\" Krad said, not being particularly fond of Satoshi himself.

However, if that had happened, there wouldn\'t be too much to this story, would there?

Dark got his quiver of love arrows, spread his wings, saluting mockingly, and flew down to earth, seeking out the one called Daisuke.

It turned out not to be too difficult. Dark just followed the hordes of screaming fans all the way to the castle of the king and queen. He took out an arrow he\'d twined with one of Satoshi\'s hairs to fire at Daisuke. However, as he was withdrawing the arrow, his hand grazed upon one of the other arrows in his quiver, drawing blood.

This arrow was a Dark standard; it caused the person it hit to fall in love with the first being they saw. Dark was, of course, looking at his target, Daisuke at the time.

He knew immediately what he\'d done, of course. But...how had he never noticed exactly how gorgeous Daisuke was? That firey hair had to be unique in all the land. And just then, Daisuke seemed to look straight at him and smile...

Upset with himself and confused with the new feelings he was feeling, Dark fled.

A short time later, Daisuke\'s mother decided to find him someone nice to settle down with, because after all, she wanted grandchildren - or to at least see her son settled down happily before she passed on to Hades. She went to see an oracle of the future in order to find the proper mate for her son.

\"I\'m afraid this one is not destined for any of the mortal realm,\" the psychic replied. \"His future lover awaits on the top of the mountain. He is a great and terrible being that gods and men alike cannot resist.\" After all, love was the most powerful force in the world. \"You should take him and leave him on the mountain for his future lover.\"

The Queen was very sad, but she knew that disobeying the gods was a bad idea, though she was frightened for her son. Who could the great, terrible, and irresistable god be? Bawling and kissing Daisuke all over his face, she and half the kingdom escorted Daisuke up the mountain. Daisuke looked nervous, but put on a brave face and a smile for his mother and the people of the kingdom as they retreated down the mountain, leaving him alone.

He shivered; his mother had chosen to dress him...well...a bit promiscuously, so his top only covered his upper chest and shoulders and the skirt he was wearing barely covered his underwear. He tugged it down self-consciously as the wind kicked up another notch, threatening to expose Daisuke\'s undergarmets.

Suddenly the wind picked up slightly. The gentle West Wind was bearing Daisuke up to Olympus. Daisuke looked around in amazement as he was settled in a flowery dale. He was no longer chilly; the warm sun shone down and the grass beneath him seemed incredibly soft. It was hard to be frightened in such a serene location, and since it didn’t look like much was happening, Daisuke settled back to rest.

When he woke up, he found himself in the largest, softest bed he’d ever seen. Daisuke thought it was probably a feather bed, though he wasn’t sure. He looked around at the lavish room- there was a beautiful mural on the ceiling, gilding on the furniture, and the biggest mirror he’d ever seen.

Okay, so the decoration around the edges was pretty neat, but someone was a little vain…

“You’re awake,” someone spoke in a deep voice like velvet. Daisuke jumped, since he hadn’t seen seen anyone in the room and looked around, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.

\"Relax, I\'m invisible,\" the voice chucked. \"I can see you, but you can\'t see me...\" Daisuke thought the man sounded rather teasing.

\"Are you the one who brought me here?\" he questioned, impressed with himself that his voice only trembled the slightest bit.

\"I am,\" the voice agreed.

\"Then I can\'t see you?\" Daisuke asked hopefully.

\"...No,\" he replied after a moment.

\"Can I at least have your name?\"

\"No,\" he replied again, \"But you can call me Shadow.\"

\"...All right,\" Daisuke said, confused at the reticence of his host (and destined lover?)

\"Anyway,\" Shadow continued, \"There are many servants in this place, although you cannot see them. All you have to do is ask and your will shall be done.\" Daisuke could almost sense the slight smile in his invisible host\'s voice. \"And now I hope you\'ll forgive me, but I have business to attend to. I shall rejoin you tonight, and then-\" A hand caressed Daisuke\'s neck and a soft voice whispered in his ear of wondrous things to occur that night. Daisuke shivered, eyes going wide as he turned bright red.

\"I\'m looking forward to it,\" the voice purred, and a soft kiss feathered against Daisuke\'s neck, as Daisuke felt the warm heat of another body move away from his back. \"Until then.\"


Daisuke was shy about asking the invisible servants Shadow had mentioned for anything. However, poking around the room became boring once he\'d looked at everything. \"Excuse me...\" he said tentatively, feeling a bit silly talking to thin air. \"Is there a room with art things here? Like paint and-\"

\"Follow me,\" a voice chirped, and a candle floated off of a table near the door, enabling Daisuke to follow. The disembodied voice explained where things where as they wandered the giant mansion. The library, dining room, and various other rooms in the house were pointed out to Daisuke. \"Here we are!\" the voice said, walking inside the room and lighting the candles with the one she was carrying. \"Make yourself at home, there\'s more supplies where these came from.\"

Daisuke wandered through the room, astounded. Oils, acryllics, watercolors, charcoals, pastels, crayons, and every medium he could possibly think of were settled in boxes in closets. Easels, canvases, special papers, and other surfaces were supplied in another closet, and there was even a blank wall that looked as though it was waiting for a mural. A bookcase against another wall supplied books full of paintings, information on techniques, and a wonder of other artistic information. Daisuke explored the room thoroughly, the time now flying by.

As it began to move towards night, his stomach growled, reminding Daisuke of the need to eat. Neatly replacing the art supplies and books where he\'d found them, Daisuke carefully retraced his steps from earlier to find the dining room. \"Excuse me,\" he said, much as he had earlier. \"I was wondering - um, I\'m a bit hungry.\"

\"What would you like to eat?\" a sweet tenor voice said, from near the kitchen door.

\"Uh, well, whatever\'s available,\" Daisuke said, blinking.

\"What\'s available is whatever you want to eat,\" the invisible servant replied, and Daisuke could just imagine a bowing figure.

\"Ah - curry and rice? Maybe with potatoes?\" Daisuke offered tentatively, and without further reply, the door to the kitchen opened under unseen hands, and shut again behind the servant.

The food he\'d requested was not only available, it was ready surprisingly quickly. The young man ate what felt like a giant meal, and then, sleepy, retired to the bedroom he was already thinking of as \"his\".

\"Good evening, gorgeous,\" a voice purred in Daisuke\'s ear, and he jumped slightly. \"I\'m sorry I had to wake you; my duties took longer than expected. I\'d hoped to be back before now so as not to wake you, but it seemed the Fates had other ideas.\" The bed shifted slightly as the god behind Daisuke shifted still closer, wrapping his arms around Daisuke\'s chest, just under his arms. \"I hope you\'ll forgive me for disturbing your rest.\"

The truth was, Daisuke had not been asleep, too much of a bundle of nerves and anticipation wound up into a hyperactive bundle to be able to find any peace in sleep. However, he\'d played lip service to Morpheus, settled in bed resting with his eyes closed. \"It\'s all right,\" he said softly, going along with the idea that he\'d been asleep as he rolled over to face the man he could not see in the dark.

\"Good,\" the god chuckled, and Daisuke\'s mouth was suddenly covered by a warm, sweet pair of lips, caressing his own gently. Daisuke gasped slightly in surprise. His lover pulled back after a moment, and Daisuke got the feeling that he was being scrutinized even in the dark.

\"...You\'ve never been kissed before, have you?\" he was questioned softly, with a gentleness that was different from the attitude that Shadow had shown Daisuke thus far.

\"Well, no...\" Daisuke admitted softly, embarrassed, sure his face was radiating heat like a candle. \"Is that bad? I\'m sorry!\"

\"Don\'t be embarrassed.\" A hand caressed Daisuke\'s cheek with calloused fingers. \"I think it\'s quite endearing. Though such a beautiful one as yourself- how is it that you\'ve never been kissed?\" Daisuke shrugged, uncomfortable, and the unseen god chuckled softly. \"Don\'t worry. You\'re in good hands, I promise. And if you don\'t like something, just tell me...\"

Daisuke nodded, slightly hesitantly, and the hand against his cheek moved, stroking through his hair. \"Are you frightened?\" Shadow asked, with the same gentle compassion as before. Daisuke nodded hesitantly again, the slightest of movements. \"It\'s all right,\" Shadow went on, and lips brushed across Daisuke\'s cheek. \"There\'s no need to be, but I don\'t mind if you are.\" His lips met Daisuke\'s again, caressing a bit more agressively this time. \"Just relax.\"

Daisuke tried to nod, but found that didn\'t work while kissing very well, and settled for making a vaguely affirmative sound instead. He gasped slightly at the gentle touch of a tongue running along his lips, mouth parting slightly as his lover intended. Daisuke found that his mouth was now subject to the gentle assault, and shyly twined his tongue with the one that was teasing at his own so deftly.

There came a pleased noise from the one he was kissing, indicating that he was doing something right, so he didn\'t hesitate to return the kiss somewhat clumsily.

\"This is all for you,\" Shadow murmurred quietly, breaking away from Daisuke to kiss gently along Daisuke\'s jaw and down his neck. \"Tonight...is yours.\" Daisuke wasn\'t sure what he meant, but he nodded anyway, shivering at the touches of lips and scrape of teeth as the lightest of bites were added into the kisses at his neck.

Hands moved to undo the buttons on the pajamas he was wearing, and then slid smoothly over the exposed skin, stroking his chest gently. A mouth followed the path the hands had traced, and Daisuke was quickly worked up into moans and soft cries, writhing under the experienced hands and mouth. Warm heat enveloped one of his nipples and he jerked slightly, moaning louder as teeth tugged gently before the mouth pulled away, blowing cool air over the spot his mouth had just been harassing. Daisuke\'s hands found the hair of the man making him feel so incredible, burying in it and stroking gently.

Hands settled at his waist, gripping his waistband, and Shadow\'s voice questioned, \"Okay?\" softly, seeking confirmation that Daisuke was all right, permission to carry on. Daisuke nodded, then realized Shadow might not be able to see him in the dark- but apparently he could, because hands were already gently pulling down his pajama bottoms, stroking his hips as lips kissed down his stomach.

Daisuke cried out and thrashed as a warm mouth enveloped his erection, sucking gently. A hand stroked his thigh gently, up and down, while the other one pinned his hips with a firm but not painful grip. \"Gods!\" Daisuke gasped, as the pressure around his rock-hard cock increased. A talented tongue wrapped around the shaft, slowly running up and down and around, licking and teasing.

His lover began to move, then, sliding Daisuke in and out of his mouth with increasing speed, hands kneading Daisuke\'s thighs, caressing his stomach, and sliding under him to grope his ass and lift Daisuke into his mouth further. Daisuke, entirely unusued to this kind of attention, didn\'t last long. He tighened up and came with a hoarse yell as his lover gave a drawing suck, pulling back slightly and bringing Daisuke down gently.

\"...Wow...\" Daisuke murmurred weakly, releasing his lover\'s hair from his grasp. The bed shifted as Shadow moved to brush his lips against Daisuke\'s gently.

\"Have fun?\" came the soft question. Daisuke nodded, weakly. \"Good.\" Lips brushed against his own. \"Sleep now, beautiful. I have to go.\"

\"But-!\" Daisuke protested without thinking. \"You didn\'t- I should-\"

\"Shhh. You\'re still scared, I can tell. I won\'t do anything yet.\" Daisuke was kissed again, gently.\"I\'ll wait. There\'s plenty of time left for other things.\" Fingers combed through Daisuke\'s hair soothingly.

\"A-all right,\" Daisuke said quietly. \"Can I...see? Your face?\"

He felt the shake of Shadow\'s head against his shoulder, though he couldn\'t see it in the dark. \"No. I want you to love me as an equal, not as a god.\" The fingers in his hair stilling.

\"But-\" Daisuke paused, deciding to leave it alone. \"All right. Will you at least stay until I fall asleep?\"

\"...All right,\" his lover murmurred, the hand resuming the stroking of his hair.

Daisuke sighed softly, feeling content, eyes fluttering shut as he fell into sleep with warm arms encircling him.


Slowly over the days and weeks, the mural on the wall in the art room began to take form. The picture was that of what Daisuke imagined Shadow to be like, based on his somewhat arrogant but kind and passionate personality as well as what physical attributes he could guess at from the sense of touch - Shadow\'s great wings, for example, which he chose to paint as black as the shadows he\'d named himself for. As he paid attention with his fingers to certain features, the figure in the mural began to take on a vaguely familiar shape. Daisuke began to have his suspicions, but he didn\'t want to be presumptuous. After all, what could a being such as that want with him - and why would he hide his face?

Despite this curiousity, Daisuke was happy. He had everything he could ask for and his Shadow-lover was always kind and gentle. However, deep inside he was also a little lonely. Shadow was busy and was only around for a few hours on a good day. Not only that, but he missed his mother and friends desperately. His mother was probably wondering what had happened to him, if he was still alive and well...

He decided to broach the question one evening when Shadow didn\'t seem to be in a particular rush to get anywhere, his work apparently done for the day. \"Um,\" he started softly.

\"Hmm?\" the soft purr came back as Shadow tugged on a lock of Daisuke\'s hair and then tucked it gently behind his ear.

\"Do you think - maybe my mother could come visit? And a friend or two?\"

There was a long hesitation before Daisuke finally got his answer. “I guess. Your mother and one friend.”

“Really?” Daisuke smiled shyly.

“Yeah. Anything to make you happy, cutie. Tomorrow I’ll have the west wind transport them up here overnight.”

Daisuke hugged him, beaming. “Thank you!”

The next morning, as promised, Daisuke’s mother and Takeshi arrived, floated gently into the great house by the west wind, both looking rather surprised and confused. Daisuke’s mother caught sight of her son first. “Daisuke! My baby!” she practically screamed, flinging herself on him and planting kisses all over his face. Takeshi smirked at him.

“Come on, I’ll show you around,” he said, smiling weakly and hoping to distract his mother from checking every inch of him over to make sure he was okay.

Emiko squealed, and dragged Daisuke off, in a manner that made him wonder who was giving whom the tour. After his mother had been fed and fell asleep in a fancy bed that had her squealing and bouncing up and down like a teenager. Daisuke hoped she’d actually sleep, but he supposed it didn’t matter that much in the long run.

He and Takeshi sat down to late-night drinks and chatting.

“So is he a good lay?” Takeshi asked, smirking.

“T-Takeshi!!!” Daisuke objected. “That’s none of your business!”

“Hmmm…” Daisuke’s friend leaned in closer, scrutinizing his face. “He is, isn’t he?” Takeshi winked, grinning wickedly. “Is he hot?”

“Um- he’s very- well, he has dark hair, and is very tall and strong…” Daisuke’s eyes slid to the side.

“You haven’t seen him!” Takeshi accused, perceptive, pointing a finger at Daisuke. “He’s probably ugly or something!”

“No, he just doesn’t want me to judge him only on his looks,” Daisuke said weakly.

“Exactly! He’s ugly!” Takeshi said decisively.

“He is not…” Daisuke pouted slightly.

“Fine, then. Prove it. Didn’t the fortuneteller say that you were to marry someone terrible?”

“I don’t think that was quite-“

“Nonsense,” Takeshi asserted. “He’s probably some horrible monster…and he’s just fattening you up- to eat you!”

“But- he’s always been nice!”

“Exactly,” Takeshi said. “Then it’ll be easier to throw you into the pot later.”

“He is not a monster,” Daisuke pouted.

“Fine, prove it,” Takeshi smirked. “When he’s asleep, light a candle and find out for yourself.”

Daisuke told himself he wouldn’t…but Takeshi had set a seed of doubt in his mind. The next night, when Takeshi and his mother had been returned home on the wind and after Shadow had made love to him, Daisuke pulled out a candle from the drawer, lighting it and holding it over the bed.

What he saw was definitely not a monster. Dark wings that looked as soft as was imaginable cradled broad shoulders. A pale face was framed by dark, silky locks, and an expression that was somehow both wicked and angelic at the same time danced across his lips. No monster, but one of the most beautiful of all the gods- Dark.

Daisuke, taken in with the sight, leaned closer, hand trembling slightly. A drop of wax fell from the candle and struck the sleeping god on the shoulder. Daisuke’s hand jerked back, the candle extinguishing with the sudden moment, but it was too late to do anything about it. Dark’s midnight eyes fluttered slowly open to regard Daisuke standing over him holding a candle, and then flickered to the drop of wax on his shoulder. Slowly a betrayed look overtook his face. He didn’t say anything else, but rather spread his wings, striding to the window and throwing it open, his wings taking him into the sky with two strong beats.

“W-Wait!” Daisuke yelled, running to the window. “I- I’m sorry, but-“

“But what?” Dark said, looking angry. “I did everything for you. I disobeyed my father, I treated you as well as anyone could ask for, and yet you believe me a monster? Go away, go back to your mother and your friends, since you trust them more than you do me. It is clear to me now who is more important to you. If you do not trust me, I cannot love you and you cannot love me. Goodbye.” And before Daisuke could say anything else, those powerful wings beat again, carrying Dark rapidly out of sight.

Daisuke’s hands clenched on the windowsill and he tried not to cry, but even as he did so, the beautiful mansion of Dark’s began to dissolve, taking the fields of flowers with it. Daisuke found himself standing, cold and alone, at the base of the mountain.

He stopped briefly at his mother’s, explaining what had happened and getting food and a warmer outfit. That done, he set off to try to find his lost lover.

Days later, he spied a temple on a high mountain he’d never seen before with a beautiful temple at the top. “Maybe…he’s there,” Daisuke thought, with just a glimmering of hope, and began to climb. Inside the temple, he found a huge mess. Sickles, bags of grain, dirt clods – just a general disarray was the state that the temple was in. Daisuke found it terrible that a temple to one of the gods should be in such a state, so he quickly set about cleaning it up, organizing the tools and items and sweeping the dust outside.

The temple in fact belonged to the grain goddess, Riku, who was impressed by the kindly soul. “Daisuke,” she said, appearing behind him and making him jump. “If you really want to win Dark back…well, you’ll have to win the approval of Krad first. Dark is heartsick at his father’s palace, and no amount of coaxing will get him out. However, perhaps if you win the approval of the father, you will be able to win back the love of the son – with Krad’s help or at least without his tacit disapproval.” She gave him bread and directions to Krad’s temple.

Daisuke, with no better ideas forthcoming, was willing to try anything to win back Dark, and thus he began another long trek to the temple of Krad. On his journey, many ways of appeasing the angry god ran through his mind, but none seemed appropriate somehow. He finally decided upon simply begging forgiveness and throwing himself on the mercy of the angry god.

He arrived at the temple to find Krad already there waiting for him, looking stormy, as was typical for Krad. “Why are you here?” he sneered, even though he surely already knew the reason. “Come to see your handiwork? What you did to your poor Dark?” Krad flapped a dismissive hand. “I will see if you are worthy of him.” He stomped off, clearly expecting Daisuke to follow, and the redhead did so.

“Here,” Krad said, slamming open the door to his storehouse, in which was piled a mixture of all grains Daisuke could possibly imagine – wheat, barley, and seeds, among others. “Sort this all out, and have it done by this evening,” Krad ordered, before slamming the door again behind Daisuke, leaving him again in the dim tower.

Daisuke looked around him in despair. It was a task that would be difficult given even an unlimited amount of time, which he didn’t have. However, he felt that he had to try, and painstakingly began to sort the grains into piles.

A small ant wandered by, and noted what Daisuke was doing, and paused to question him. Daisuke explained that he had to do this if he had any hope of winning back his lost love, and the ant waved his antenna. “So you’re Daisuke,” he said, in his high ant voice. “We’ve heard of you, and of the long journey you’ve made to get here. I’m sure my colony will be willing to help you.” The ant scurried off, and a moment later, a great number of worker ants appeared, helping Daisuke sort the pile of grains out, until he emerged from the storehouse just as the sun went down, thanking the ants for all their help.

Krad frowned, annoyed that Daisuke was not only not discouraged, but that he’d managed to get the task done. “Fine,” he said, wracking his brain for something new. He stomped off in a huff, still thinking and leaving Daisuke a single slice of bread for dinner.

The next morning, Krad had come up with a new torture for Daisuke, and pointed across a river to where a herd of rams with golden fleece was grazing. “There, go gather a bit of the golden fleece from each of those sheep,” he said cruelly, and then left Daisuke alone.

Daisuke was about to cross the river when the river god, who by now had heard the story of Daisuke’s tasks, caused the reeds to murmur, “Daisuke, sweet Daisuke, those rams are far too dangerous for any mortal to handle right now. They will bite and kick if you catch them in the morning sun. Wait until they fall asleep in the warm noon sun, and then gather the wool from the branches of bushes, not from their bodies.”

Daisuke, noting that the rams did indeed look just as pissy as Krad, sat down on the bank to wait until the last ram had fallen asleep. Then the river god floated him across with a soft thank you in response from the boy, who gathered wool from the branches and fences as instructed, bringing it back and placing it in the temple.

“You cheated! You had help!” Krad asserted when he saw Daisuke alive and well, looking quite annoyed. “Very well, take this box.” He handed it to Daisuke. “Go to Risa, wife of the god of the underworld, and say that I want a little of her beauty, since I have lost some of my own in tending my poor heartsick son and in dealing with such an insufferable child as you. And make it fast, I have to go meet with the other gods tonight and they will take my golden apple if they see that my beauty has been tarnished.”

When Krad had gone, a charcoal pigeon alighted on the ground, spreading its wings and appearing to almost bow to Daisuke. “I bring a message,” she chirped. “Despair not at this task, for I know where you can enter the underworld.” The pigeon went on to instruct Daisuke on how to navigate into the underworld, and to not look into the box containing the beauty of the gods, for it was not for a mortal to see.

Daisuke, trusting the advice as he’d not been steered wrong yet by the kindly beasts and gods he’d encountered, followed the directions of the pigeon, quickly arriving in the palace of Risa in the underworld. He delivered his message, and Risa, like the others Daisuke had encountered, took pity on the heartsick and weary boy. She gave him the box and allowed him to exit quickly out from her palace, emerging once again into light.

However, the same curiosity that had caused him to foolishly decide to gaze upon Dark’s face overtook him then, and he cracked open the edge of the box. As the pigeon had said, the beauty of the gods was not meant for a mortal, and instead a heavy sleep overtook him.

Dark, however, was no longer able to stay angry with Daisuke, finding that his love for him overcame the transgression that Daisuke had committed. Finding his erstwhile lover asleep in the middle of the road, Dark shook his head and chuckled. “Curiosity will truly get the better of you one of these days,” he informed his unconscious lover with a wry smile. He lifted Daisuke up and sealed the beauty back in the box, and then knelt, kissing Daisuke’s lips gently, whispering “Finish your task,” in his ear. “I will worry about my father.” Spreading his wings, he flew off before Daisuke could fully awaken and realize he was there.

While Daisuke took the box to Krad, Dark was pleading before the head god, Daiki. Of course, the story of how kind Daisuke was, and how everyone liked him and how he inspired those around him to help him had reached Daiki’s ears by then, and he felt for Dark. He called for both Krad and Daisuke, having them instantly appear before him. He held up a cup. “Daisuke, this is a cup of ambrosia,” he explained. “When you drink it, you will become immortal, and you and Dark will be able to be one for eternity. Is this what you want?”

Daisuke, who hadn’t seen Dark in far too long, was overjoyed. For a moment, emotions got the better of him and he couldn’t answer, but then he found his voice. “Yes!” he exclaimed with such eagerness that Daiki couldn’t help but chuckle as he handed the cup to Daisuke, who drank enthusiastically.

Krad wasn’t too happy, but what could he do? He wasn’t head god.

“And I now pronounce that you shall be together forever,” Daiki said of Dark and Daisuke. “And you shall never tire of each other, and each day you shall be more in love.” He smiled at them. “Now go kiss and make up.

So they did.