THE RED TELLY-BOOTH: His POV He sat upon a bench in a communal park near his apartment in an older part of London. He had always loved it and had lovingly rebuilt it after the fire, of 1666 that was. So he sat thinking of this lomg immortal life he did not want; he had never wanted. He could barely remember his human family; his daemon woman. She had never hurt him like Ayille had and would. He had his wife; she had had darker hair. Chrestian had a son and daughter by his wife. For some reason; he remembered the daemon woman was round with child. Contemplating such bygone things only served to make him hate this exsistence more. Chrestian's hair was a soft pale blonde and medium green eyes; his physisque still resembled his Viking warrior days, needless to say he made mortals swoon; he was a bittenn Ramanga frère; they did not come more powerful than them. His smart phone rang and his red boxer took to barking himself. "You are so brilliant wonderful Loki!" The young looking blonde man chuckled as he saw the caller id. "Hello Brother.“ Chrestian answered benignly. The growling and menancing on the other end meant it was Kameron II. It was not known because Ayille could not look like a pussy to the former ekimmu goddess; Arianrhod. Chrestian could hardly believe what he was hearingbecause it was splendid; Ayille was going to a death sleep! "You know Brother you catch more flies with honey." The blonde said in a good mood. "YOU are always too damn happy when our queen sleeps." Kameron snarled into his end of the call. "I'm happy she is safe." he lied. Chrestian said pressing the call off. The beautiful man smiled and he truly had some free time. His boxer felt the tension leave his master but his phone rang again. Chrestian was irritated but put his voice polite. "Hello?" he replied. "I do believe we should stop meeting like this." the feminine husk tickled his ear. "Where are you that you think we must stop meetging like this?" He inquired playfully despite her techinically being his enemy. "Where are you at?" She demanded impertentily. "Where are you?" Chrestian quipped back just to be aannoying. Asuna heard a very loud barking and Chrestian heard the fearsome female warrior giggle. "I did not realize barks had accents and Loki told me you live just outside Notting Hill." She relayed the info. "Pray tell what else? " he groused. "Well you will have to pay for this call, do you mind? I am in one on those quintessentially British red phone booths" She asked in a sweet voice. Mental images of his laying his head to a chest as he felt their baby girl move assualted his brain. The cultured frère could see that image plain as day but he could not have a conversation like that. Their last meeting; she had torn up a cheque for 10 billion yen. A paltry sum to her but her pride had taken a beating. He slipped into his 2011 Mercedes AMG and remembered the drama as he and Loki went to get the royal woman. Their back and forth; if truth be told, mostly his back and forth. She truly reminded him of the daemoness he had come to love before being turned into this beast he now was. He was not a very good Ramanga but it turned out he served their interests in the mortal world. Chrestian hoped against all hopes; that one day a silver or blonde haired woman came looking for him, and her name was Frejya. He finally saw the red telephone booth that the Japanese princess had called from. She had done so as pay back. "So Loki do you ever critique your youkai companion?“ She said softly. in English and then he swore it was in growls and yips. "Did you realize your calls cost seventy-seven pounds darling? Are you actually talking to Loki?“ Chrestian chided and asked. He was not wearing a business suit; in fact he was wearing designer jeans that hugged his backend to perfection. They were darker wash, patent black loafers, and a crisp white button down. His sun glasses were Ray Bans and his light blonde hair missed up from the wind. "So mistress of air, what is it this formerly lowly viking can/could do for you?" He asked in a light mood. "Loki agrees with me; for a male of your species, you have an exceedingly beautiful shape to your glutes." Asuna. blurted. "Well, I am actually pleased my butt pleased you but you came to England surely for some other reason." he laughed lightly. "You were never a lowly Viking. You were a noble who married a noble." She said,twisting her hands. "How did you know that?“ He asked truly shocked. "Your wife Elledair and your son Hulsgard, and your daughter Dadra; they are listed as ancestors of a fair haired family in the West. I am the one who made the arrangements and they were given a piece of land with a castle on it. Elledair in effect became a himegimi. " Asuna. admitted confused herself. "The axe was buried in my back. You took it out." he said as if in a trance. She truly had no idea what was going on so she stood on the side walk next to the iconic phone. "The pain was horrendous and you were weeping. I touched your belly and said I wish I could see our Frejya‘s birth. I begged you to take my family to Gaul; but I think you suspected Ayille already. You brought them to the West so they would live on and prosper." Chrestian spoke trying not to break down. "I know not what I did Chrestian but I pray it did not hurt you!" She cried out softly For the first time in a very long time; he had confirmation that his mortal family had lived a normal life span. The abscence of their baby was suddenly killing him and Chrestian jerked her into his arms. "Chrestian what are you doing?" Asuna asked flabberghasted. "This is not a well traveled road. You're the empusae queen; teleporting all this should be nothing." He challenged her. Chrestian was allowing her to see his mind and he had a swanky house outside of the city. She ported everything to everywhere it belonged. They were in his bedroom and he wanted her as himself; Chrestian the man and not Chrestian the monster. "Do you know that when I revealed myself to you; did you realize it is because I loved you so? I have no explainations; except I knew, ja?" His very faint old German bled through. "You are bitten uppyr and I am born half; we know the weird things that can happen," She shook her silver head. "By the way; how did you get my number?" Chrestian asked in a charming voice. "You can do anything with money!" Asuna retorted. "Last time I was in Tokyo, you got the number." He deduced as he went to a side board and poured two glasses of red wine. She took her glass and she drained it. She noticed he did the same thing. "What are we doing Chrestian?" Asuna asked in a scared tone. "My name was Chrestian Hrafnkels. I met my goddess Frejya for real and I know somewhere there is Valhalla." He whispered. Everything was changing and it was becoming seriously dangerous, seriously fast. All Chrestian knew was that immortality had been unbearable; the very creature who had quicke6 him before was doing so again. They were both half dressed against the wall near his plush bed and his lips traveled her cheeks, closed eyes, fey like ears, and her throat. "Right now I need you but we must talk immediately Chrestian." She whispered in passion . "We speak as soon as soon as we are coherent." He agreed. "Remember, do not waste yourself, I'm selfish." Asuna mumbled in afterthought. "Odin, I love you." He mumbled too low for even her superior canine hearing.
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The Red Telly-Booth

Part 3 in, In Moonlight Warriors Meet, more about Chrestian is revealed. The Japanese daemon makes the call

THE RED TELLY-BOOTH: His POV He sat upon a bench in a communal park near his apartment in an older part of London. He had always loved it and had lovingly rebuilt it after the fire, of 1666 that was. So he sat thinking of this lomg immortal life he did not want; he had never wanted. He could barely remember his human family; his daemon woman. She had never hurt him like Ayille had and would. He had his wife; she had had darker hair. Chrestian had a son and daughter by his wife. For some reason; he remembered the daemon woman was round with child. Contemplating such bygone things only served to make him hate this exsistence more. Chrestian's hair was a soft pale blonde and medium green eyes; his physisque still resembled his Viking warrior days, needless to say he made mortals swoon; he was a bittenn Ramanga frère; they did not come more powerful than them. His smart phone rang and his red boxer took to barking himself. "You are so brilliant wonderful Loki!" The young looking blonde man chuckled as he saw the caller id. "Hello Brother.“ Chrestian answered benignly. The growling and menancing on the other end meant it was Kameron II. It was not known because Ayille could not look like a pussy to the former ekimmu goddess; Arianrhod. Chrestian could hardly believe what he was hearingbecause it was splendid; Ayille was going to a death sleep! "You know Brother you catch more flies with honey." The blonde said in a good mood. "YOU are always too damn happy when our queen sleeps." Kameron snarled into his end of the call. "I'm happy she is safe." he lied. Chrestian said pressing the call off. The beautiful man smiled and he truly had some free time. His boxer felt the tension leave his master but his phone rang again. Chrestian was irritated but put his voice polite. "Hello?" he replied. "I do believe we should stop meeting like this." the feminine husk tickled his ear. "Where are you that you think we must stop meetging like this?" He inquired playfully despite her techinically being his enemy. "Where are you at?" She demanded impertentily. "Where are you?" Chrestian quipped back just to be aannoying. Asuna heard a very loud barking and Chrestian heard the fearsome female warrior giggle. "I did not realize barks had accents and Loki told me you live just outside Notting Hill." She relayed the info. "Pray tell what else? " he groused. "Well you will have to pay for this call, do you mind? I am in one on those quintessentially British red phone booths" She asked in a sweet voice. Mental images of his laying his head to a chest as he felt their baby girl move assualted his brain. The cultured frère could see that image plain as day but he could not have a conversation like that. Their last meeting; she had torn up a cheque for 10 billion yen. A paltry sum to her but her pride had taken a beating. He slipped into his 2011 Mercedes AMG and remembered the drama as he and Loki went to get the royal woman. Their back and forth; if truth be told, mostly his back and forth. She truly reminded him of the daemoness he had come to love before being turned into this beast he now was. He was not a very good Ramanga but it turned out he served their interests in the mortal world. Chrestian hoped against all hopes; that one day a silver or blonde haired woman came looking for him, and her name was Frejya. He finally saw the red telephone booth that the Japanese princess had called from. She had done so as pay back. "So Loki do you ever critique your youkai companion?“ She said softly. in English and then he swore it was in growls and yips. "Did you realize your calls cost seventy-seven pounds darling? Are you actually talking to Loki?“ Chrestian chided and asked. He was not wearing a business suit; in fact he was wearing designer jeans that hugged his backend to perfection. They were darker wash, patent black loafers, and a crisp white button down. His sun glasses were Ray Bans and his light blonde hair missed up from the wind. "So mistress of air, what is it this formerly lowly viking can/could do for you?" He asked in a light mood. "Loki agrees with me; for a male of your species, you have an exceedingly beautiful shape to your glutes." Asuna. blurted. "Well, I am actually pleased my butt pleased you but you came to England surely for some other reason." he laughed lightly. "You were never a lowly Viking. You were a noble who married a noble." She said,twisting her hands. "How did you know that?“ He asked truly shocked. "Your wife Elledair and your son Hulsgard, and your daughter Dadra; they are listed as ancestors of a fair haired family in the West. I am the one who made the arrangements and they were given a piece of land with a castle on it. Elledair in effect became a himegimi. " Asuna. admitted confused herself. "The axe was buried in my back. You took it out." he said as if in a trance. She truly had no idea what was going on so she stood on the side walk next to the iconic phone. "The pain was horrendous and you were weeping. I touched your belly and said I wish I could see our Frejya‘s birth. I begged you to take my family to Gaul; but I think you suspected Ayille already. You brought them to the West so they would live on and prosper." Chrestian spoke trying not to break down. "I know not what I did Chrestian but I pray it did not hurt you!" She cried out softly For the first time in a very long time; he had confirmation that his mortal family had lived a normal life span. The abscence of their baby was suddenly killing him and Chrestian jerked her into his arms. "Chrestian what are you doing?" Asuna asked flabberghasted. "This is not a well traveled road. You're the empusae queen; teleporting all this should be nothing." He challenged her. Chrestian was allowing her to see his mind and he had a swanky house outside of the city. She ported everything to everywhere it belonged. They were in his bedroom and he wanted her as himself; Chrestian the man and not Chrestian the monster. "Do you know that when I revealed myself to you; did you realize it is because I loved you so? I have no explainations; except I knew, ja?" His very faint old German bled through. "You are bitten uppyr and I am born half; we know the weird things that can happen," She shook her silver head. "By the way; how did you get my number?" Chrestian asked in a charming voice. "You can do anything with money!" Asuna retorted. "Last time I was in Tokyo, you got the number." He deduced as he went to a side board and poured two glasses of red wine. She took her glass and she drained it. She noticed he did the same thing. "What are we doing Chrestian?" Asuna asked in a scared tone. "My name was Chrestian Hrafnkels. I met my goddess Frejya for real and I know somewhere there is Valhalla." He whispered. Everything was changing and it was becoming seriously dangerous, seriously fast. All Chrestian knew was that immortality had been unbearable; the very creature who had quicke6 him before was doing so again. They were both half dressed against the wall near his plush bed and his lips traveled her cheeks, closed eyes, fey like ears, and her throat. "Right now I need you but we must talk immediately Chrestian." She whispered in passion . "We speak as soon as soon as we are coherent." He agreed. "Remember, do not waste yourself, I'm selfish." Asuna mumbled in afterthought. "Odin, I love you." He mumbled too low for even her superior canine hearing.

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