Note: Well, who knew that making pancakes and re-watching Constantine with the amazing Keanu Reeves will finally bring the basic idea to this story? :D It’s connected to our “Demon of Mercy” post-apocalyptic Slipknot fanfiction as this story is part of the Codex Omega series; and it also contains elements from the Constantine universe. Also, the spotlight is going to be on the cute Trivium boys again. (They just wouldn’t leave me alone and kept politely bugging me to write with them again XD)

Recommended album: The Sin and the Sentence by Trivium, Codex Omega by SepticFlesh

Fandoms: Trivium, Marilyn Manson

Characters: Matt Kiichi Heafy/Corey Beaulieu, Paolo Gregoletto, Johnny Depp/Marilyn Manson, Balthazar (Gavin Rossdale), original characters

Rating/category: R (explicit), slash, M/M, post-apocalyptic AU, drama, romance, hurt/comfort, angst, rough sex, light BDSM, light Dom/sub relationship, violence, fights, betrayal, secrets, forbidden love, angels, demons, half-breeds, injustice, self-sacrifice, religious topics and elements, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, wing kink, orgy, threesome, blood magic, transmutation

Summary: Even before the “apocalypse” – as humans like to call it – there have been angels and demons fighting each other for thousands of years. The so-called “half-breeds” are descendants of those races too and have been living among humans for just as long. After a fateful night, Matt, a half-angel was branded a betrayer and finds himself on the run because of a decision he had to make. But how long can he deny the truth? And can he outrun his fate?

Disclaimer: This is a product of our imagination and was written only for entertainment and fun. We don’t profit from this fanfiction and we mean no harm or disrespect against any real person, culture or custom that might appear in the story.

Also, all the original pictures (including the ones used by Useless-girl) belong to their respective owners. We use them only for illustrations.

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The Sin and the Sentence
By S.M.A. & Useless-girl

Prologue

It wasn’t about the demon. Or giving him mercy as humans often assumed of his kind. No. It was about who the demon was…

“You can’t do that. Are you out of your minds?” Matthew frowned at the other half-angels in their battle armors, wings moving or trembling with excitement. They were drunk on success and it seemed only Matthew stayed sober and capable of sane thinking.

“You know who he is!” one of his brothers waved.

“That’s exactly my point…” the tall and lean half-being with dark shoulder-long curly hair shook his head and for emphasis waved with a slender hand.

“This can be our ticket to Heaven! Father will surely reward us with lifting us out of this shithole. Imagine the glory!”

“But… we’re in the middle of the city and if someone comes… if He comes after the demon’s death… It’s gonna be a bloodshed… and the humans…”

“You worry too much, Matthew,” a blond female chuckled. “By the time anyone might appear, we’ll be long gone.”

“It’s decided then. At daybreak we’ll end the terror that scum calls a life and we’ll be rewarded,” the ‘leader’ of their small group said on a tone that didn’t give room for objections.

The other four half-angels hummed in agreement while the defeated Matthew shook his head and sighed heavily.

He was going to have to make a very difficult decision.

***

The brown of the irises turned into a glowing ruby red color as the demon looked up, long dark hair still wet from blood as it hung into the bearded face. A warning growl rumbled up from the wide and strong chest, which was covered by a torn and dirty black shirt.

Matthew… or rather Matt knew that look would haunt his dreams for a while. Not just because of the Hell Fire he saw in them, but because there was immense power, danger and wildness behind it.

The makeshift camp in the abandoned and crumbling factory was quiet, only some dripping water and the demon’s magical chains made some noise.

Matt put a long index-finger against his cute lips and glimpsed around before he snuck closer to the restrained figure.

Another growl was his answer, but ignoring it he knelt down to break the magic circle on the floor which served as additional binding for the kneeling demon. Reaching out a slender hand and placing it over the glowing chains around the buff body, he murmured some ancient angelic words and in the next moment the chains slid onto the dusty floor.

Glimpsing up into the burning red eyes, Matt saw some confusion and questions in them, but he shook his head. “Go. Now.”

“Why?” the demon asked hoarsely.

“Because I knew who you are from the moment we captured you in battle. Now go while you can,” Matt whispered while spreading his huge light-grey wings behind him and stood, some golden hue playing in the black of his eyes.

The demon stared at him for a long moment then nodded and got up to start running towards a big opening in the ceiling. He spread his leather wings with a fluid movement then took off into the night.

Matt waited until he was sure the demon got away then did the same with a new heaviness in his heart.

Chapter 1

He was emerging from a lake of blood, the red substance dripping from the long dark hair that fell into a pair of eyes which were burning with Hell Fire in them. That dangerous look penetrated Matt's very being, promising unspeakable things as he tried to break free, but he was frozen like a deer in headlights. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. He couldn't scream...

He was falling to crush himself to his death...

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***

Matt woke with a start and tried to untangle himself from the sweaty sheets. As he managed to do so and the cover landed half-way on the floor, it stirred up dust and some dark-grey feathers.

Ignoring that, Matt sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his slender and slightly shaking hands over his tired features. His fingers were bonier and the angelic glow dimmed around him in the last couple of months.

He was hungry, but had nothing in the shitty room's even shittier loud fridge. It didn't matter, though. He wasn't heading to buy food anyway. No, he put on his grey hoodie and black leather jacket with matching jeans to head out into the night when he dared to come out of his hiding.

He's been on the run for so long that he nearly forgot how his life was before that. He was alone without any friends or help. Or family. He only had these or even worse nightmares of that demon. In the end he always wanted to feast on him or rather consume his whole being...

It was stupid, he knew. Matt hasn’t seen the demon since that fateful day, but he has changed the half-breed's life forever. Whether he cared or not.

Matt was sure that despite freeing him, he'd kill him without remorse if he had the chance. That demon – as well as his siblings and father – had quite the terrifying reputation. So Matt wouldn't be surprised. Not that he would care. He didn't care about much nowadays. He knew what his fate was going to be. Until then he tried to help on humans like he always did. As best as he could.

This was the path he had chosen and he didn't regret it for a second.

***

This underground club was a bit more packed than the rest Matt has been visiting for the last few months. It was probably because of the live music they promised to entertain the gathered creatures with. Yes, this wasn't just a regular underground club. It was for half-beings, angels, demons and other supernatural creatures and those who knew about the worlds under the layer of the human plane.

Matt sometimes dared to venture into these clubs to gather information about his chasers and for news of both their world and the humans'. Not that many has changed in the latter lately. After the collapse of human society, crime took over in the governments and cities. That stayed like that on the crumbling streets too. Matt hated to see and feel such hunger, helplessness and fear on many. But there were many who tried to quickly adapt to the new world order, ensuring their own survival.

But for now Matt tried to ease up and relax a bit over his beer while waiting for the band to start their concert. With his hoodie covering his now short curly hair and thinner face, he used his time to eavesdrop and carefully look around from his corner.

***

The demon sniffed into the air, taking a long analyzing taste of the nightclub's air. From what he sensed a small smile appeared in the corner of his lips.

It's been almost a year since he felt that scent and presence. That night and the bond that was born inside him meant more to him than he dared to admit. Not that the buff man was anything similar to an extrovert... He led a very secretive life, crossing worlds and trying to merge into his surroundings.

After a while his family roots always surfaced and creatures had prejudices about him...

Not these guys though... The band contained various creatures and somehow none of them labeled him because of the stories spread around. He was grateful for that. Corey, as he was liked to be called, still had the flames of Hell always existing in his dark brown eyes, and he liked to hide his face behind the curtain of his long dark hair... He’s lived many long years despite looking like a young man. And until they got to this club and he felt that alluring bond and special presence, he did not want anything else just to play his beloved guitar on stage...

Matt's black and tired eyes were mostly on the move to map out the patrons in the club. He was half-listening to the conversations around him while thinking about what to do next. Where to go and how to live by. He should soon move on and find another job to earn some more money. He wasn't proud of it, but a few times he had to steal food to put something into his stomach. In the past he never had to do that. But he convinced himself that it was now part of his new life... Or rather situation because he would have rather called it existing. Not a life.

There were times when he felt sorry for himself, but then always tried to focus on helping humans like before. It was the only thing that could make him feel a bit better.

Now he just sipped on his cheap beer and looked towards the stage when the band was finally announced. He never heard of them, but Matt was open to new music. That was the other thing he loved the most in this shitty world.

But when the band got on stage to start their show and Matt took a better look of the members, his eyes widened and his breath hitched. That demon was right the fuck there among them... Shit...

The demon looked deep into the tired black eyes of the angel spawn. His smile got wide and somewhat dirty as his burning gaze trapped Matt's.

"Hello... You will wait for me backstage after we finish playing," he whispered in Matt's brain. Not with the attempt to control him fully, as he thought such creatures were immune to his powers of mind control. So they just started to play the songs and his eyes left the petrified being.

Matt felt the same way like in his nightmares about the demon. Not being able to move or breathe. Especially when he was spotted and he heard that voice in his head. The order under the calmness was there and the half-breed tried to fight it, but didn't seem to be able to fully do that.

Swallowing hard, he stayed mostly motionless while listening to the quite awesome music. And he had to admit that the demon knew how to play his guitar. (And how to roar.) That practiced ease and professionalism surprised Matt, but he guessed the demon had long years to practice and master playing.

He wanted to get up and leave, but kinda felt like glued to the spot. And it was just partly because of the demon's words. After a very long time he felt something like curiosity and not just hopelessness and resignation.

Maybe that's why Matt found himself backstage some time later. Like he was ordered. It made him kinda pissed, but the nervousness was stronger in the confused half-breed. Was he going to finally meet his end tonight?

"Hey there, come in... Corey is waiting for you," a short bald guy just stepped next to Matt with a big smile. "We are alike. You can feel me too, right?" he asked. Indeed the bass player was a half-breed angel also and seeing the confusion on the other angel's face made him laugh more. "Come, meet the others. You know... because of what I am I can feel into creatures. Being related to guardian angels gives you such heritage. He doesn’t talk about it but I feel the bond in him for you…" he kept talking as he escorted Matt into the dressing room and introduced a half-demon drummer and a human guitarist. "Our original singer got hunted down, so as you saw, Corey took the vocals over more with me. By the way, I hope you liked the show… Oh... Paolo," he offered a hand with a hopeful smile about their music being liked by the newcomer.

With his hoodie still mostly in his pale face, Matt's eyes shone up from the shadows as he looked at the half-angel who was talking to him as openly as if he knew him for a while. It was quite surprising if not shocking. Not to mention that the fact that the band consisted of such a mixed bunch of beings was outright unheard for Matt.

He simply nodded to Paolo's question about feeling what he was. The more the bald guy was talking, the more questions formed in Matt's mind, but he wasn't able to make his vocal cords work. So instead he gave the others a nod too and glimpsed down at the offered hand before a bit carefully shaking it. He wasn't used to such open kindness anymore. And what kind of bond was this Paolo guy talking about?

"Nice to meet you. The show was very good..." Matt finally found his voice again as he let Paolo's hand go, but then he stopped as he could finally feel that presence. Now that they weren't surrounded by a club full of creatures, it was easier for him to sense it. Matt remembered it well from that night. And it made a shiver run down his spine.

"Sorry... I should..." he whispered and like a moth drawn to the flame, he found himself heading towards the door.

"Yeah, just go. I understand," Paolo nodded with a little all-knowing giggle as the half-breed left.

***

Outside, close to the door, a medium sized trailer was parked with a dim light inside it. Corey, the demon felt the other coming closer. And all he suddenly felt made him sit down, half-way in changing his clothes and he looked inside himself.

After being set free, he tried to put it all under some layers of blood of his enemies and some strong human alcohol. He knew his kind would sense the change inside him and strangely he wanted to hold onto those emerging feelings... Emotions... The warmth that spread inside him like fire from his birth world. Like now as he was sitting with only his jeans on and a tee in his hand as the tall hooded guy stepped inside...

It wasn't common for Matt to feel his heart beating in his throat like this. But the blood in his veins has started rushing the second he entered the trailer only after a moment of hesitation.

He should have ran as fast and as far as he could, but a part of him was glad that he didn't... because the sight of that buff and wide half-naked body and the look of the demon was kinda worth it. If he was going to die that night, he'd at least go out with some nice visuals.

Source: KiichiChaos

"What do you want from me?" Matt asked a bit hoarsely from under his hood, slightly cold hands tucked into the pockets of his leather jacket. He might as well cut to the chase, even if he might come off as rude. He was just… too tired to care anymore.

"Take it off," the demon said on a low grumbling voice meaning the hood. His heart was beating fast, and somehow in sync with the angel's. He let the ancient fire light up in his eyes, turning them blood red, and his power called forth the other creature's. He saw the golden shimmering glowing from under the hood and as his leather wings appeared, he couldn't help himself from taking a quiet deep breath while sensing that force and aura again.

"You freed me about a year ago. Now I ask again... Why?"

Matt was struggling with himself. He could feel his slimmer body tense up as the powerful demon's force reached his senses. He couldn't stop the shimmering as his own powers were drawn forth. Still, his focus mostly stayed on not letting it fully overwhelm him and keep his wings hidden…

But he allowed himself to lift a slender hand to slowly pull his hoodie off, revealing his adorably big ears, by then curly short hair and a pair of glowing eyes. Like with most half-breeds, the usual color of the eyes mixed with the glowing. In Matt's case it was black and a mixture of gold and silver as he looked up.

"Why does it matter to you? You're free. That's what should matter to you. Just... forget it. Forget me and let me go. I'll only bring trouble on your head. And then what was the point?" he half-asked, but didn't say what he meant.

"Spread your wings... I want to see you as you are," Corey said not leaving the mesmerizing eyes. "You did not answer me. But to make you see I'm a gentleman... It matters because you affected me and my powers. I know you can feel it also. Now again… Why? And what trouble are you in?"

After a few stubborn moments of just staring at the red-eyed figure, Matt forced himself to tear his eyes away from that burning and powerful look to drop them on the old carpet of the trailer. He spotted a few empty bottles and beer cans scattered around, but he ignored them as he kept trying to fight that force.

"I don't understand why or how. I merely let you free to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. And my troubles are none of your concern," he added. If there would've been fire behind his words, they would've come out rude, but now they were more like a resigned whisper. He knew he was avoiding the real answers and guessed he was playing with fire. Literally... It was probably just a matter of time until he was ripped into shreds and being consumed like in his dreams or left to rot in some ditch. So why bother?

The demon tipped his head a bit to the side and looked at the stubborn creature from a different angle. Dropping the poor tee that he’s been holding till then, he stood up. In all his half-naked glory with a straight back, combat boots and black tight jeans, and spread his black leather wings. His eyes began glowing even more as his handsome face showed more from under his long hair.

"Spread. Your. Wings. Angel spawn!" he used his power and could see that the tired out creature trembled from the force. "I don't want to hurt you... I was searching for you... Because of... you. I ended up captured because I felt allured to you… Your aura and being. And I felt that... you felt the same... I could feel it.... I want to be sure…" Corey said on a low honest voice, making Matt feel he meant every word. Even opened up himself to let the angel feel him and his messed up emotions that chased him after the tall shaking man.

The other being swallowed hard, a few sweat drops forming on his temples as he tried not to shake apart and drop on his knees from that burning force. He was clearly hanging onto the last thread. If he was shocked before, now he was even more confused from what the demon revealed with both his words and being.

Behind being floored by just how much stronger he was, the half-breed could finally sense some familiar confused feelings. Like what he had deep inside ever since that fateful day...

"It's not possible. It can't be... Can't get this far from what I used to be..." he mumbled on a defeated tone and as his knees buckled, he went down on one, leaning on his hands for support and ran out of the last of his strengths.

His big feathery wings finally materialized to spread behind the half-kneeling creature. But it became evident from a glimpse that something wasn't right with the shade and their look.

Matt slowly looked up at the gorgeous and at the same time intimidating man with sad defeated glowing eyes. "Happy now?"

"Just as I felt…" Corey whispered back with Matt’s sadness reflecting in his red eyes. "You’re fighting against it…" he added lowering his eyes with a touch of defeat and disappointment in his deep voice.

The creature before him did as he was told, obeyed like everyone else to him. Deep down behind heavy locks, his heart faintly hoped for something else...

"Your feathers are faded and shedding... You're undernourished and weak," he stated. Then knelt half-way down like Matt and gathered the slim figure into his strong arms and wings, holding back the rush of feelings and trembling he felt from the touch as he was taking the angel into the big soft bed.

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