I've returned. Kind off, this is completely different to my other fandoms. I've just recently watched the whole series of Kyo Kara Maoh, plus the Manga and light-novels. I have to say, I don't really like Yuuri in the anime series. Is that just me? As in the manga and light-novels he is much more 'accepting' of Wolfram. I feel that in the light-novels and later on in the manga, he has fallen in love with Wolfe already. In the light-novels he takes notice of his feelings while the manga, he has yet to notice them. In the anime, it's like the producers just doesn't like Wolfram so much. Poor Wolfe. I found myself adoring him the most, Wolfe has so much more to over come then the others.

I will try to update this rather quickly. Give me reviews and that will encourage me to update. Hehe~

Remember this, the story is pure YuuRam-Yuuri/Wolfram. Yoai/Slash/Shounen ai.

Other couples include - YozRad-Yozak/Conrad and GweTer-Gwendal/Gunter

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Gruesome, Blood-Spill, Alpha/Omega/Beta, Suggested Sexual themes, AU, Maybe-MPreg

Please thank my wonderful beta: StephyYuki for all her hard work.

Prologue

The Poor Unfortunate Omega

It was a beautiful day considering it was the middle of winter. The ground was covered in fresh snow, it glitters and glows, it makes the coldest of hearts smile. People of Shin Makuko go and spend their day time working and taking care of the youngest children, protecting them from the wonders of the world. Though, it had snowed quiet heavily the day before, the morning came with a warm sun and a bright crystal clear sky. However, the wind was a little brisk and the air was nippy, so there was no way the snow was going to run away any time soon. But that was okay. The snow blanketed the town beautifully and no one in the small town was bothered by it at all. Everyone would stop briefly and take the time to appreciate the wonderful scene.

The morning was unbelievably beautiful with its glowing sky and golden rays of orange, yellow and red illuminating from the sun. The sun was just peeking behind a range of pure white clouds on this particular day, briefly warming up any living thing that wandered underneath, before hiding behind the clouds. The beautiful women of Shin Makuko, laughed and gossiped among themselves at Luca's small markets. All lived happily and peacefully underneath the ever changing weather, forgetting about the horrific truth of their genes. Of their birthrights.

Hearing an ear-pricing scream, a small 88 year old boy lifts his head. He was the smallest boy for his age in the town of Shin Makuko, standing bare foot on one of the many snow-filled paths. Frost and snow glittered, clinging to the nature unevenly. It was a beautiful sight and the fragile 88 year old loved to escape for a while. With a pale face, his blood freezing within his veins, the fragile male lifts his head and looks wearily around him, snapping out his soft daydream that briefly ran through his mind. His beautiful emerald eyes locate a fragile woman being cast out of the lovely looking house across from him; the poor woman struggled in the snow, half-naked.

"That poor Omega…" The boy thought to himself sadly, closing his eyes bitterly when he heard the woman burst into more screams, begging for help that would never come.

In the world of the demons, there are three types of Mazoku. The most powerful and born leaders are known as Alphas; they are cunning, fast, clever and strong. Alphas were known to be everything everyone hoped to be, to be the strongest and the fearless. Alphas are known as being possessive and protective of their mates, willing to draw their own blood before that of their mates. As soon as a Mazoku or Human are born, they are raised to have hope within their hearts that they'd show signs of becoming an Alpha. Alphas are born to be Kings, to be Queens, to be the protectors of the weak and the idols of the sour. It was rare for Alphas to be born; in a century, only two or three Alphas were needed to keep the world balanced.

Out of the three types, the most common and average is that of a Beta. The brave, intelligent, yet can be impatient or patient, and born to be calculating. Betas are more than half of the world's population. They can be lucky enough to be chosen as the partner of an Alpha, born not submitting or demanding. They are nutria; they could turn either way if needed.

Then there are Omegas, the kind and gentle, made to be mothers. An Omega may be female or male; they're born with a heart of golden, selfless and are always caring. Unfortunately, they are looked down on, especially male Omegas, as an un-claimed Omega, when in heat can and most likely will do anything to feel a touch of a Beta or Alpha, even if said Demon or Human was mated.

Many poor Omegas were branded as whores, sluts and bitches that would do anything for a good fuck. Un-like Betas and Alphas, an Omega is able to have sex with many partners and not mate; their wombs are built differently than the other types. When wanting to mate for life with another, an Omega is able to open their wombs and take in their chosen partner's seed, thus tying them together. At the same time, it was a great loss. Omegas were banished to the streets at birth, or even killed to save the families from shame.

Shaking his head furiously, the boy tugged the dark black hood of his cloak over his head as a soft moan escaped his lips. Swallowing the lump that appeared in his throat, he cast one last glance at the withering Omega before turning with his tail between his legs and marching through the knee-length snow, cuddling the basket close to his chest as he went. He winced; it hurt to move to far or even stretch, the punishment he had sadly taken, over accidently dropping a tray of bowels on the floor, had been brutal, to the point that he had been unable to move for a full day. That is untill his 'master' had thrown him out, demanding him to return with fresh vegetables.

Quickly, he glanced down at the colourful foods smiling up at him, the small boy nods his head and shifts his weight towards a small building hidden down one of the many walkways in Shin Makuko. Its windows were dark, making it hard to see through the glass and the closer he came to the building, the more he could smell the strong sent of sweat and frustrated Betas. His stomach flipped as he stumbled onto the porch, nervously moveing his weight from one foot to the other, staring beady eyed up at the large doors. Sometimes, he'd wonder why he didn't just run. He's had so many openings, so many great moments he could really make a break for it; only he couldn't.

Where would he go? Who'd take somebody like him in?

"There you are, boy!" Sneered a deep and gaudy voice as he carefully closed the door behind him. The small male nervously moved on the spot of the itchy wood, just watching as a man came from the dark shadows.

His face twisted oddly to the side. "Where have you been?"

The other, much younger demon's lips didn't move. They stayed pressed together, his green eyes unmoving as they looked up at the man. Carefully, he shifts the basket and the man takes notice of the food the demon had brought back. The slave winced as a woman roughly yanked the basket from his arms and shifts it around, she had approached him so fast that the young demon barely noticed as his 'mistress' took the basket and left him there to suffer underneath her mates anger. It was her fault, she had requested him to go out and didn't let her mate know and now, the poor slave will have to put up with the punishment that was sure to come.

His eyes flickered, flinching as the man roughly grabbed ahold of the old martial he wore, pulling him off the wood and letting him dangle lifeless in the air. It always unsettled the Beta that the demon never made sound, never made a movement, just started with emotionless eyes at him as he was beaten. No words the Beta spilled seemed to effect the boy.

"This is the last straw for you! First, you burned the porridge this morning, then you broke Mona's glass figures, and now this? Leaving without permission! What worth are you when all you do is make a mess of things!" He snapped, shaking the poor boy around, his bruised up feet wiggling limply in the air before throwing him back, causing his tiny body to crashing into one of the walls.

No sound erupted from the slave. Not even a whimper. The young demon laid un-moving from the position he had been thrown into. Nobody had ever heard the boy talk, let along cry out in pain. No matter what his Master and Mistress did, he never made a single sound. He didn't even talk to the other slaves. He stayed silent. Always has, most likely always will.

"Careful. You might break the child," snickered another voice from behind the Beta. A small female peered around him; it wasn't his Mistress but another woman that preferred to pleasure his Master.

"Child?" The Beta bellowed, laughing loudly. His eyes narrowed darkly down at the boy.

"This is no child. This is a filthy Omega!" He spat, swiftly delivering a kick to the side of the servant boy. "Not a single sound, huh Boy…"

The man sneered down at the boy. The expression only melted off his face when the woman slithered up to his back and slid her arms around his chest, gently stroking his chest. "Leave the boy. Come play with me." She purred suggesting. The Beta looked at her, his eyes looked down at the slave before nodding, though, not before giving him another hard kick and finally following the woman down the long dark hallways.

He wasn't sure how long he laid on the hardened floor, unmoving, just staring off into nothing. The boy breathed softly, allowing the pain to come and fade away, his sparkling emerald eyes briefly fluttered closed prior to gently pushing himself up onto his buckling feet. He swayed on the spot before moving towards the kitchen.

"Wolfram, Wolfe," His eyes swirled towards a woman awaiting in the kitchen. Her soft and gentle voice filling his very being.

Standing directly in front of an oven was a long amber haired woman; she stood a short distance between them and slowly, wearily reached out a calming hand. His flinch didn't go unnoticed by the woman. The other slave that worked in this place, unlike himself she wasn't a breed, just a normal human girl with glowing blue eyes. She was beautiful and worked endlessly in the kitchen for their Mistress. Sometimes he'd wonder who was more cruel, their Master or their Mistress.

"Come to Thorn." With a weak smile, Wolfram limped towards her.

Thorn cooed softly, wrapping her arms gently around him, pulling his tiny meek body into hers and held him to her healthy bosom. "It's all right," She whispered, stroking his golden locks comfortingly.

"There-There." Thorn sang softly, pulling away finally and looking over the young demon, she smiles warmly and kisses him on the cheek. "Better?"

Wolfram briefly smiles wider and nods his head. He rubs his eyes much like a cat, watching silently as Thorn went back to the soup she had been demanded to make. His eyes flickered around the kitchen before shuffling towards his own workstation, taking out an old beaten up knife and settling down to work peeling hundreds and hundreds of potatoes; on the fourth potato, his eyes twirled up to the window. Unknown to anybody, he loved his tiny window he had in the kitchen. Why? Because it had a beautiful view of the castle, the Blood Pelage Castle that settled over the town.

Their Alpha, their King lived up there, doing his best to keep his country safe.

Years ago, roughly 5 years in fact, a new Maou had arrived from a faraway and magnificent world known as Ea-rth. A place only the closest to the King understood about, people like himself could never hope to learn about it. The newly arrived Alpha was known to be a handsome double-black, very young, brave, kind, loving, intelligent, and above all else, he was very mate-less. All the young Betas dreamt of meeting and conquering his heart. Almost everyone in town had their hearts set on their new Moau. The Alpha had proven to many that he was the most powerful and courageous Maou ever. However, there was one slight problem. In his five years as King, he had not fallen in love with anyone, or better said, fallen into anyone's claws.

Well, that's what was said anyway. Wolfram wasn't completely sure what was going on up there, as he tended to avoid going into the areas of Shin Makuko where the young King was known to roam. As the young King had worked endlessly to change the laws of breeds, to bring Omegas back into the circle ever since that faithful time; all those centuries ago when an Omega had lost itself into its heat and went after a claimed King. Successfully bedding said King. A great betrayal of the mating ritual and all Omegas had been cast to the side in fear that something such as that would happen again.

Even the Betas and few Alphas that successfully mated with an Omega had brushed said breed to the side, and in some cases, killed the Omega. It was a cold and heartless tale that Wolfram had heard over and over, it was something he had learnt by heart now. Wolfram, unbelievably, had decided long before the King had stepped onto their soil that he'd rather fall on a sword then be claimed and deserted like the many other Omegas, whether it was his chosen mate or not; he refused to awaken the red-string that held him to the other.

When one breed is born, another is born somewhere through the lands. They are tied together with the red-string of souls, so if the two ever did cross each other's path, then the string will awaken and the two will want nothing more than each other, needing to feel the touch of their destined lover. Wolfram had heard that Omegas, such as himself, are afraid to discover their chosen lover, as most often than not, their partner's family rids them of the poor Omega. Wolfram will be strong; he will resist the pull when it comes.

He won't become like the other Omegas, and if he can help it, he won't ever meet his destined mate.

…Or let him be damned if he does…

And that's my Prologue. I know it's short, but as the saying goes. Short, sweet and snappy. I hope you enjoyed it. This story has been on my mind for awhile now and I've just been itching to write it. I've got a few chapters finished, I'm just going over them and adding in detail before sending them to my beta. Again thank you for editing this StephyYuki.

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I'm a bit nervous as this is the first time I've wrote something like this, where I can change anything as their Demons. Hehe~ I hope you all enjoyed it at least. I know it's a bit strange.