Rather extensive Author’s note on several subjects (Please Read!)

So I am finally daring to post, or begin posting, my long Isaak fic. Summary is right below all these notes, but it’s really just the story of Isaak and Dietrich, spanning about fifteen years.

Prologue and rating: This fic chronicles the Isaak-Dietrich relationship, from a father-son bond to eventual lovers. IF you are not here for the smut, I suggest you skip this prologue. With the exception of this part, you can get a fair way into the fic before their relationship begins to change. I will put warnings as necessary, but this fic is predominantly an IxD one, and it isn’t all pleasant. This fanfiction is rated R for a reason. There is much to be offended by in this work, and I don’t want any complaints on the matter. There is language, violence, sacrilege, angst, death, pedophilia, necrophilia, homoeroticism, incest, rape, sex, (you get the idea…).

With the exception of the prologue and a few other moments, this fic is and will be in the past tense.

Canon: This is loosely canon, but please do not take my f-canon as pure fact. I clearly took liberties with certain things (ie; Isaak’s past). The major deviation from canon is that here, Isaak meets and adopts Di while Cain is away on business of a sort. Canon implies they were together when they found Di.

Epic? Yes, I suppose, as this will be a very long fic (and knowing me, it may never end). I will try to keep one part on reserve at all times, but please do not harass me if two weeks go by.

Nonfiction: For the RCO, I took on a more Millenarian perspective when it comes to Isaak and several other characters. I am not so very adept at explaining politics, as a warning. I try to research things before I write about them, but I am not going to be exact in every single thing I say.

And finally, a dedication to Shunshou, my beta-reader, canon-reference, and fandom-rant-buddy.

The Devil’s Harlot

By PikaCheeka

This is the story of the education of the devil. And all that I had to play in it. This is the story of my redemption, unworthy as I am. And all that he had to play in it.

Prologue

He laughs quietly from across the room, leaning against the wall, naked but for a robe held tightly around him. “Isaak,” he whispers. “You’ve had it wrong all along. I was never yours.”

I lie in bed and stare at him, not comprehending. I only want sleep. I returned from a mission three hours ago and I spent half the time home sating myself on him. I hated being away from him for even a day. But, oh, he was good. He was fantastic tonight, and how now he stands there almost naked. I can’t ignore him, though I do consider it. “What?”

“You think I’m yours, don’t you?”

“You are.” I growl faintly. But he’s only fourteen. Let him have his fantasies.

“You’ve done everything because I wanted you to.”

“Oh, really?” I raise an eyebrow slightly. “You act pretty well then, all that screaming and carrying on.”

I can tell he is smiling. “You are more violent than I expected.”

“You’re a whore.”

Now he isn’t smiling. He’s beside me, leaning over me, his fragile fingers stroking my hair. He studies my face intently and for some reason I can’t look away. His beauty is captivating, with lines running down his face from the tears he was crying only ten minutes ago. Tears I caused.

“I’m only a whore because you made me one,” he whispers.

“I thought you said that you were in control of everything.” I wait a moment before wrapping my arm around his legs. He shudders. And then he is on the bed, leaning back against the pillows, trembling as I crush his thin arms under my fingers. It would be so easy to kill him.

“You do this because I control you.” He hisses, jutting his chin out. Trying to be brave. Trying to be an adult. Although he knows what I am going to do before I do it.

“Be quiet, my dear. Sweet. Sin.”

He is weeping silently, trying not to sob. He is sheer ecstasy inside, writhing and shaking against me. I am too tired for this but I don’t care. His very presence intoxicates me. He can’t stick his chin out at me and act defiant without awakening something within me. My Di. I moan and tell him so and he breaks down, his fingernails opening old scratches on my back and shoulders as he convulses in pain. I can feel his blood running wetly down my thighs. And then there is nothing but him. I hear him cry out as he climaxes but I’m already gone.

It is over quickly this time. As this was the third violation already tonight, there were no half-healed wounds for me to open again. It wasn’t as painful for him. He can breathe afterwards. He wipes his tears away angrily and glares at me.

“You’re the whore.” He whispers between gasps. “You’re the one who can’t live without me. You need this. I was curious, and you just took advantage of it.”

“Don’t be stupid. You provoked me that first time and you know it.” A lie. He provoked me by existing and that was no fault of his.

“Because I liked you.” He leans forward and wraps his arms around my neck. “I still do. I love you, Isaak.” He is laughing. “That’s why I let you do this.”

“I hardly think so.” I hate him for saying it.

“You’re the one who needs me. You’re mine. You’re the Devil’s Harlot, Isaak.”