Chapter 4: Demon General Enma and Noble Demon disguised as a monk Tsuzuki AU


Summary: Lord Enma, the high ranking general of Hell, awaited the day until he reunited himself with his betrothed, Tsuzuki Asato.


The news of the disappearance of Tsuzuki Asato brought utter chaos in Hell.

General Enma killed various individuals to calm himself down. Having met his fiancé on the day of his birth, he felt a protective streak develop inside of him. Their bond made him one of the few people to soothe his future mate outside of his parents. He noted Asato wanted his father more than his mother. One of the many hints that should have clued everyone to Tsuzuki Kasumi's hatred of her family.

His father-in-law, Tsuzuki Daichi apologized for his wife sneaking past him without his notice. Lord Tsuzuki knew of his wife's unsavory thoughts on their union and bearing their only son, but didn't think she would run off with their infant son. She left a distasteful note of no one ever finding the boy, dead or alive. This made Enma's fury skyrocket.

Safe to say, he laid on his own lashes onto Tsuzuki Kasumi to force her to confess his location.

They found her disguised as a prostitute in a high end brothel. She changed her face, name, and personality to fit the profession. Her familiar grace and leaking dark aura made her easy to find. One of the lower rank demons masked their aura and made sure to strike when Kasumi didn't expect it. She was dragged back into Hell where she fought them the whole way back.

Tsuzuki Daichi stood on the side as the main interrogators made sure to lay fear into Kasumi before laying their torture. Daichi didn't flinch at her cries of pain. Having crushed down any semblance of affection to her, he asked her about their son. He hid his anxiousness in his voice throughout the interrogation, she sneered at him and didn't answer his questions.

Once Enma made his appearance, her tanned skin paled. He didn't sweeten his words or even made the atmosphere safe. His bond strained from the distance from his betrothed and he wanted him back.

His impact was far worse which caused Kasumi to claim she abandoned Asato in the Northern part of Japan.

On that clue, Enma and Tsuzuki Daichi fled to Earth, desperate to find Asato. After a year of searching, they found no indication of Asato's energy. His father-in-law kept on his search while laying devastation upon the land. Enma managed to keep himself together to blend in the villages and ask around for an abandoned or wandering child.

His results didn't bear fruit.


Tsuzuki went through his usual morning with forced enthusiasm. He donned his monk attire, washed his face with frozen cold water and slipped on his scuffed up sandals. Staring into the mirror, he shuffled his hair to the side and made sure the clasps of his ruby red earrings stayed in place. Not that he needed to. They were welded to keep his earrings into place.

The last time he ever saw his mother, she pierced his ears and smoldered the earrings in place. Telling him to cover his eyes, she pressed a flame close to his skin to melt the metal. She didn't offer him comfort when she burned the back of his ears and made her escape into the night.

She didn't look back.

Resigning himself to another tense and awkward day, Tsuzuki breathed through his nose to calm his nerves. When he left his room, he walked into the communal kitchen, and kept on smiling despite the scathing manner the other monks treated him. His food was pushed toward him and a table near a window remained empty. None of them dared to touch him and ignored him when he tried starting up a conversation.

The commentary over his eyes followed him throughout the day. According to the monks and people outside of the temple, no one in the real world were born with his eyes. During his lowest moments, he stared into his reflection, self doubting his love for his own eyes. He loved the uniqueness. Yet, everyone else in the world enjoyed stomping down his one enjoyment in life.

To rebel, he made sure to make eye contact to every single person. His action always unnerved people. It also didn't make him any friends. His loneliness skyrocketed whenever he stumbled back to his room. He overheard the laughter coming from the monks, laughter they never shared with him.

The head monk, appearing older than dirt, somewhat treated him with courtesy. Although, he suspected it came from pity than liking him. The man oversaw his education since he started his journey to become a monk as a teenager. His life before the temple made him appreciate his current situation. He went through homelessness for years before an old woman took him in for free labor on her farm. Once she died, he wandered around again with the few clothes he owned and stole food to stay alive.

As he grew older, he had blocks in his memory where he woke up to dirt and blood on his clothes. He thought the drunks beat him up and a knock to the head made him lose his memory. It didn't surprise him. Many people ran him out of villages, claiming he brought the plague or devastation. A ridiculous claim when people died everyday. Anytime he passed a town, there was another funeral in process.

Regardless, he settled on the temple because the head monk found him digging into their trash. One look at him and the man pulled him through the creaky wooden doors and pushed him into a room to wash himself. He went through a day of cleansing which still didn't get rid of the apparent darkness of his soul. In his na?ve mind, he didn't questions their intensions.

These men worshiped a higher power. From their food to their lifestyle, these men worked everyday to keep themselves from leading astray. Humble men who didn't judge others and wanted nothing more than to help the weak. After a year with the monks, these ideals left his mind.


Tsuzuki made certain to showcase his skills in keeping his section of the temple clean. Well, the abandoned section no one dared to touch. He went through different buckets of water and roughed up his hands from the exposed skin dragging onto the surfaces. His hands roughened up throughout the years so adding another layer of hard work didn't bother him. He dirtied his hands and his robes through picking up weeds.

Where other monks did the bare minimum, he overworked himself to prove his value to the temple. He made sure to keep himself busy to push away any dark thoughts from his mind. Even if they hated him, he wouldn't give them a reason to criticize his work ethic.

Rubbing away the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, Tsuzuki knelt down on the ground when his stomach growled. After worked for hours on end with the limited breakfast in his stomach, he was always hungry. He tried his best to forage for fruit whenever he left the side of the temple to clean the exterior, but nothing quenched his hunger.

Ever since he passed adolescence, his hunger pains made him eager for more. Nothing he ate managed to silence his stomach for long. He didn't dare voice his hunger to the monks. They would claim gluttony, adding another notch to his faults.

When he heard the crunching of gravel and grass, he turned to the left and his eyes widened.

A handsome man strolled down the trail.

Squeezing his towel in his hand, Tsuzuki soaked in his perfect features. Throughout his travels, he saw his fair share of rugged men, but this man encompassed the perfect blend of masculine features. The type of man that anyone desired. Male or female.

As the man walked closer, Tsuzuki took notice of his expensive clothing. The clothing fit well and showed off his figure. His stride was confident and self assuring. Nothing about this man exposed any insecurities.

Gulping, Tsuzuki turned away from him.

His glances would be unwanted. In the manner he dressed, he presented himself as a member of the temple. Ogling a complete stranger would mar the reputation of the monks.

Then again, it would be impolite not to speak with the man. He had not had a decent conversation in years.

Nodding to himself, he stood up, waving at the man with a welcoming smile. The man paused for a moment in shock before returning the gesture. Tsuzuki almost bounced in his step. This was the first positive interaction and his excitement skyrocketed.

As the stranger walked closer, he spoke. A baritone and smooth voice came out, charming Tsuzuki instantly. "I didn't expected to run into anyone." The man smiled at him, "This area tends to be void of people."

Tsuzuki rubbed the back of his neck. "I've taken the task of cleaning up the exterior. No one ever thinks of coming out here and the weeds have taken over the area. Oh- sorry. I'm Tsuzuki Asato." He scrambled into a bow. His face flushed from the chuckle coming from the handsome man before him.

Enma concealed his expression of delight before Tsuzuki lifted up his head. Bringing Tsuzuki's calloused hand up to his lips, he pressed a kiss onto his rough knuckles. "A pleasure, Tsuzuki-san. You may call me, Enma."


The moment Enma touched his fiancé's skin, an electric shock passed between them. He saw Asato's eyes dilate at his lips kissing his skin. A good sign. A great one. Asato found his disguise attractive and he couldn't wait until Tsuzuki saw his true form.

He was relieved to find that their bond did not falter despite multiple years of being apart. From the reconnection, Asato seemed to lean closer to him. He wanted nothing more than to snatch him back, but he controlled his instinctual urge.

Decades of searching lead up to finding Tsuzuki Asato in a temple. From Tsuzuki Kasumi's recollection, she left him in the Northern area of Japan, but somehow, Tsuzuki wandered down South. The earrings Kasumi forced onto Tsuzuki blocked his heritage and stunted his maturity. A means to keep him from being found through any of their means in their realm.

But, they didn't hide his beautiful purple eyes.

If Asato attempted to use another name, those eyes exposed his identity. He remembered the exact shade with speckles of gold shined in the light. The earrings didn't obscure Asato's most beautiful feature.

Asato grew into a handsome visage of a human man. His boyish features added onto his filled out male figure. The ugly brown robes didn't detract from Asato's beauty. It irritated him, but he would tolerate it. He suspected Asato's demon form would blind him from the beauty.

Enma hated to cut their meeting short, but he wanted to prepare his home for Asato's arrival. Better yet, tell his father-in-law the great news.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Tsuzuki-san." Enma released Asato's hand from his grip and stepped back.

Tsuzuki broke from his trance and uttered out. "T-Tomorrow?"

Enma smirked. "You don't mind my company, do you?"

Tsuzuki shook his head. "Not at all! I don't mind."

Enma nodded his head and placed a hand over his chest. "Then, I will attempt to continue on these meetings. I quite enjoyed your company." He kept concealed the fact that Asato stayed silent the whole time he held onto his hand. Their bond needed time to form back together after all.

Tsuzuki bit into his lip with a blush on his cheeks. "I'll see you tomorrow."


Enma visited the backside of the temple every day for the last few weeks.

Each time Tsuzuki saw him, he jumped at the chance to speak to another person who enjoyed his company. Enma never wrinkled his nose at him or voiced his annoyance at having to look at him. A vast difference from the cold monks who turned their noses at him and never addressed him by name. Whenever Enma left him, Tsuzuki felt an emptiness inside of himself. He didn't want to inconvenience Enma on taking away his time, so he silenced his desire in wanting him to stay.

Stepping back into the temple exposed him to the utter revulsion from the monks, bringing his positive mood down to the pits. The contrast between Enma's attentions to the isolation behind closed doors made him upset on the inside. Still, he kept his smile on his face and went through his daily tasks without complaint.

The thought of seeing Enma again urged him forward.

He didn't think his sudden infatuation would become a driving force in his life. His feelings kept on blossoming the more time he spent with Enma. In a way, he was scared at how fast he fell for the man. They knew each other for several weeks, not enough time to warrant such a close bond. Yet, Tsuzuki didn't find it in himself to care. Having such a close connection with another person, illuminated his whole world.

He wanted to keep a tight attachment to this feeling and he hoped Enma felt the same.


One morning, Enma asked Asato. "Why do I always see you in the back? Not that I mind, I love having a place to meet you, but surely the other monks divide the work in an even fashion."

"I'm usually here on my own." Tsuzuki kept his eyes on the floor as he swept the dirt at the opposite direction from Enma. "The other monks are on the other side of the temple. I was the one who volunteered to clean this particular area."

"No other company? None at all?" Enma leaned against the temple walls and watched Tsuzuki sweep the same spot. Again and again. "It must be lonely working all by yourself, Asato-san."

Tsuzuki masked his sadness with a tense smile. "The other monks don't find my company pleasing." He gripped the handle of his broom, but he kept up the charade of a smile. "I don't mind. I get to have time to myself and I can see the nature from beyond the walls. It reminds me of my travels. I used to sleep under the stars all the time you know. Whenever I'm behind these walls, it's..."

Enma leaned closer to Tsuzuki. "Stiffening? Cold? Draining?"

Tsuzuki bit into his lip before he confessed. "Lonely."

"Hmm.." Enma reached out his hand and caressed Tsuzuki's shoulder. "Dear one," Tsuzuki's body twitched from the contact. "You don't appear happy. I have only met you recently and I noted your sadness. You're behaving quite differently than our usual meetings." He gave Tsuzuki's shoulder a squeeze. "Did something happen, my dear?"

Tsuzuki looked through his lashes and felt the beginnings of tears in his eyes. "No!" He gulped at the high pitch of his denial. "I-I'm grateful to be here."

Enma muttered into Tsuzuki's ear. "You're in misery."

Tsuzuki shut his eyes to stop his tears from coming. "I-I-"

"Go ahead. Tell me everything. I'll listen to you."

"They despise me." Tsuzuki confessed. Tears still trickled down his eyes and he cursed himself for showing such weakness. "I'm so tired of this, Enma-san. But, I have nowhere else to go. Without this place, I won't be able to survive on my own."

Enma gripped onto one of Asato's hands and placed the other on Asato's back. Guiding him into his arms, his soul sang from the body contact. He missed having his betrothed in his arms. He remembered Asato clinging onto him whenever he returned from a battle or wanted his attention. He didn't mind the physical contact whatsoever.

Growling, Enma pressed removed his hand from Asato's back and pressed it against the wall. Sending a wave of bad energy, he overheard the monks clamoring in a panic on the inside. His eyes stayed on Asato's trembling form as he released his anger onto those mortals. His beloved deserved the world. These insignificant humans broke down a pureblood demon into such a pitiful state.

He wanted to murder them. To splatter their blood on the walls and leave strangers to find their rotting corpses. The monks deserved a most humiliating death.

But, Asato needed him.

Asato desired his comfort.

"Enma-san?" Asato's voice broke him from his murderous thoughts. Looking down at him, he saw the concern in his eyes.

"My apologies." Enma removed his hand from the wood and placed it back onto Asato's back. Back to where it belonged. "I...have to be honest with you." Asato tilted his head to the side. "Asato, you're not human."

Tsuzuki attempted to snatch his hand back, but Enma kept a firm hand on him. "Y-You're lying." In an instant, Tsuzuki grew furious at the insinuation. He went through life hearing people calling him a monster and the one person he trusted just regurgitated it back to him. Enma knew all his secrets and destroyed his trust. "How dare you lie to me?! Is this a joke? String along the idiot monk and scandalize him? Well, good job!"

Enma went stone faced and didn't lessen his grip. He didn't say a word. It pained him to see his beloved suffer, but Asato needed to know the truth about his heritage. Before enacting any rescue, Asato needed to be prepared. Once passing through the barrier, Asato couldn't wear the human skin he grew up in. His demon self would walk through into Hell.

"I'm not lying." Enma felt Tsuzuki's hand tremble from his fury. "Asato, I'm not human either."

Tsuzuki went still.

Enma released his hand and sighed. "Asato….you're my betrothed." He refrained from touching Asato despite the strong temptation to comfort him. "I have searched throughout Japan and I never gave up. Your mother gave us a brief location, but we didn't expect you to have traveled South. Your father has devastated the North for you."

Tsuzuki uttered out. "Betrothed? Me and you? Are you sure?"

Enma smiled light. "I distinctly remember a purple eyed little boy clinging to my side whenever I returned from battle." He showed the palm of his hand and urged him, "Touch my hand. You will feel the bond."

Tsuzuki hesitated for a brief moment before holding Enma's hand. Staring into Enma's eyes, he saw a flash pass through those purple eyes. His soul, his very being, recognized Enma. Nothing Enma told him was a lie.

Enma's truth was revealed once he discarded his disguise.


Tsuzuki remained stunned in place as horns protruded from the sides of Enma's head. Enma remained unaffected. He almost seemed amused at his reaction. Markings appeared all over Enma's skin, his hair sprouted past his shoulders and touched the floor, his hands transformed into dark red claws and wings ripped through his clothing.

Once his transformation finished, Enma cracked his neck with a satisfied smile. "Your turn."

Tsuzuki said. "M-Mine?"

Enma formed energy into the tips of his fingers, causing the nails to dig into the metal. Pinching the metal in between his fingers, the pressure made the once mended snap. Tsuzuki winced from the crack, but otherwise remained pliant. Enma removed the earrings from Tsuzuki's ears, tossing them in to the thick forest with a grimace. The imbedded fuda magic made sure to keep his beloved's appearance as a human. A handsome human, but not the majestic being he imagined him in his thoughts.

In an instant, Tsuzuki's purple eyes glowed bright. Enma smirked in victory. He cupped Tsuzuki's face in his hands and watched him transform. Tsuzuki's once short brown hair grew out in waves, fluttering over his back and stopping before touching the grass. Green lines appeared over Tsuzuki's eyelids and two more lines over his eyes. Tsuzuki winced at the pulsations of the horns coming from his forehead and whimpered at them breaking the skin.

Using his thumbs to caress Tsuzuki's cheeks, Enma assured him. "It will be over in a moment." He pressed a tender kiss on Tsuzuki's forehead. "Damn that woman...she made this harder for you to experience. Transformations shouldn't be painful."

Tsuzuki yelped when the horns broke through his skin. Reaching up, he touched around the area and felt the horns with his fingertips. Swaying into Enma's chest, he almost curled himself closer to the man, no, demon.

"Enma-san..."

"Has the pain dulled?" Enma removed his hands from Tsuzuki's face and rubbed his back.

"Yes."

Taking his chance, Enma swooped down and locked lips with Asato.

When he broke the kiss, he muttered. "Let's go home, my beloved."

The end.