Alexi gives Uwin's shoulder a light pat as he wanders off through the garage towards the house. The had gone many places that day and Uwin had made sure that Alexi wasn't late for a single thing. Even though the meeting at the construction agency had taken longer than he'd planned. The owner of the company counts Alexi as a good customer, however he doesn't seem to be able to take any job without questioning the Vandros endlessly about why he does things the way he does. The outline Alexi set out will make the job take much longer than it need be, but he has a very good if private reason for it. If here were to tell the man that he was doing it for the slaves' sake he knows that his reputation would take quite a hit. 'After all, I do go out of my way to keep slaves enslaved, or so it would seem to an outsider' he muses, entering the house through the garage.
Stopping by the kitchens he watches with a small smile as the staff rush about, scrambling here and there as if he's doing some kind of inspection and worried that they won't pass. Even the older slaves are surprised to see him but after a little shushing he asks for a bottle of wine from the cellar and a pair of slaves scoot off to go grab it for him. Leaning against the doorway he waits with a little smile on his face as the staff slowly gets back to work, casting glances in his direction every so often as they prepare the evening meals for those ready for bed, and those just getting up. 'Sometimes it's so much fun to just watch them. Sometimes it even feels like they are enjoying themselves, and I'm sure some of them even like cooking, but unfortunately when I'm here they all get so nervous. The kitchen staff needs to get out more, see me more often' As soon as the slaves return with the bottle Alexi snags a glass and tells them all to keep up the good work.
Letting out a sigh Alexi decides to take a very round about way back to his room, ducking out back to the garden to take in some of the nice fresh evening air. Despite the sun having just gone down the air is already cooling, and the feel of it on Alexi's skin pulls a sigh from his lips, a bit of tension being released with it. The night blooms begin their nightly act of opening to the stars above and Alexi lets the various plants brush over his hands as he walks past them. The garden is like a labyrinth of sorts, bushes of all different kinds lining the walkway, and a good collection of walkways and dead ends with benches with trellises over them. And at the very center if a beautiful white gazeebo so bound up in climbing flowers that it looks almost as if it's made entirely of plants. Inside instead of benches there is a patch of thick grass large enough for several people to sit or lay on should they choose. However these days the only ones that go out to it are the woodland slaves, and Alexi himself, dragging Mois along only when he believes his brother really needs a break.
Passing the night lilies Alexi finally decides it's time to head to his room. 'No doubt that tonight is going to be interesting. Even if he decides to ignore me, I don't think I could ever get tired of just watching him. But I doubt that he'll ignore me. He's far too passionate for that. Also, I think he hates me already so having me stare at him may drive him a little nuts' With a faint chuckle The younger Vandros makes his way into the house, climbing the stairs to upper floors where his bedroom is. He pauses just outside the door, wondering what he'll find on the other side.
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As his hand slides away Seishu looks past Enasi to the sky above. He can feel the stream of negativity coming from his counterpart slowing in the cool mountain air. The breeze rushing across the little shelf reminds Seishu of another mountain, one that never really existed, and most likely, he would never see again. 'If our dream thing world keeps changing with each incarnation I can see us traveling to many places before I return home, then I have no doubt we will return to our own personal hells. Perhaps if we had the rest of our existence to go there together we'd be able to see it again, but I know that just can not be. . .' His head turns towards Enasi again as he begins speaking and he listens carefully to his report. He sighs at the idea of her being unsure, and while he knows that their instincts would try and keep them loyal to Seishu, he knows Lillium. 'If she was doubting, it was her own personal doubts' he muses.
He can not help but flinch at the thought of her harming herself to escape, but he can not help but thinking that it was a very Lillium thing to do. 'That's what her spirit is like Enasi. In her mind, such sacrifices are always worth it to reach her ends' He does not say this aloud of course since it would probably sound like he approves of her actions. When his eyes meet Enasi's Seishu rolls them back into his head and lets out a little laugh. “Yeah, that's my brood for ya.” He chuckles again before grabbing his ribs in pain. In truth his entire front side aches rather badly, but the jiggling motion caused by the laugh is enough to pull a groan out of him, his breath hitching mid chuckle. The flow from Enasi finally comes to an end and despite the fact that he can feel more emotions bottled up in the male he does not ask for more. 'I'm glad the Little Bite is okay, but he is in for such a thrashing when I get my hands on him'
'He may need to look at some of those feelings. Maybe they will help him pull his head out. .. ' “Hold still.” he murmurs, reaching out to take hold of Enasi's shoulder. Using it as leverage the Nightmare Guardian slowly pulls himself up a little at a time. 'If I can't even do this much, I'll shoot myself' he decides then and there, and as he rises higher and higher, he can feel a little bit of his old friend anger begin boiling up. However he holds it back until he's sitting at Enasi's side,t he little victory bringing a smile to his lips. “okay, I'm good for today. You can help me with the rest highness.” he says through clenched teeth. As Enasi helps him to his feet Seishu begins growling in anger at the pain, his rage about the situation pounding into him at full force, but the occasional whimper finds it's way out between his bared teeth. Holding tight to Enasi he doesn't trust himself not to bite the guy so instead he just holds on tight and waits for whatever plan the Dream Guardian has in mind to get him back to the Dream Realm.
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Clutching his delivery close to his chest, the blond haired minion makes his way through the unusually busy halls of the palace. Most days he would be walking these halls alone, the occasional staff stopping to look at him or stopping him to ask what he's up to, but today no one pays him any notice. They all seem like they have something important to do, a high level of worry and tension making Inui a bit uncomfortable. However the young minion is determined to get his weekly chore done, no matter what is going on around him. That does not mean he's not curious, and he listens carefully to each little bit of conversation he can overhear without actually eavesdropping. He makes sure to keep his feet moving, holding tight to the packet of papers in his arms so that the occasional jostle by someone not looking where they are going does not scatter them to the four winds.
Finally he finds his way to the soldier's office, however no one seems to have time for him. He tries several times to ask someone where Harper is, but finally he overhears someone talking about the rabbit man being in the main halls so without hesitation he leaves the office. 'They are in such an uproar. I wonder if it has anything to do with why the town has had so many incidents of minions coming home early from their jobs, and some with injuries' Even as he thinks that, a soldier with a freshly bandaged head rushes past and Inui pauses to stare after him. 'That can not still be from the battle, that was days ago! What is going on here!?' Ducking low he makes his way almost to the hall before something catches his attention, stopping him cold.
“Man, why do we have to go through so much trouble for that friggan' Nightmare Guardian!? Isn't it bad enough that Lord Enasi is letting him stay here while he recovers, but now we have to fight alongside those monsters to defend him?”
“Yeah, it's all his fault that that little dork went to earth alone as it is, and does he apologize for it? I've heard the stories, all he does is torment and pick on anyone he doesn't “like”. I trust Lord Enasi, but I can't help feeling sick every time I think of that thing being in our palace.”
Swallowing hard Inui forces his legs to move. A strange feeling begins beating through his chest, and he finds himself confused as to why he's not more afraid. 'I mean, he's the lord over all those nightmares and minions that kill our kind. He's killed thousands of our kind himself, but. . . .But lord Enasi is letting him stay here. For some reason, he needs to be here. But why? Injured? Shouldn't he be home then? So strange' So lost in his thoughts he doesn't watch where he's going for a few seconds, but that's all it takes for disaster to strike. A guard runs into him full force, striking his right shoulder on accident causing the little minion to cry out, spinning on the spot only to send the papers flying as he tries to catch himself. However he lands hard on his backside and his illusion falls.
His bright green eyes change into a sharp red color, and his honey blond hair fades into a pure black mass. Near the portal Harper turns his head to the noise and spotting the boy on the floor, papers scattered all around him, he stands and makes his way through the crowd to his side. Inui stands carefully, rubbing his backside with a faint hurt look on his face. When he looks around however to apologize for running into the guard he notices that everyone is looking at him now. Many look more than a little shocked, and a few even look afraid. It's then that he realizes that his illusion slipped and with a small sound he pulls in back into place.
Harper, having watched the little display, shoos the others off to continue their duties. 'Interesting. I do not recall ever seeing that side of Inui before. I didn't recognize him at first with that hair, or especially those eyes' Inui looks over to him, an unreadably sad look behind his eyes but before Harper can say anything he gets on all fours to try and gather up the scattered papers, a mumbled apology on his lips. 'I bet he's never been to popular, looking like that' Harper muses, crouching down to help. As soon as all the papers are gathered Harper recognizes it as the weekly incident report for the town and thanks Inui for his service.
The boy turns to leave but after a few paces he stops and turns back to the general. “Um, sir, I'm sorry if it is none of my business, but I overheard something and I'm wondering if it's true what they say.” He shuffles from foo to foot, glancing at the ground then back to Harper. The long eared male simply raises an eyebrow in question, wondering what the boy overheard but unwilling to bring anything up in case he's wrong about what he thinks it might be. After all, Seishu is suppose to be a secret for now. Inui takes he hint and after a few seconds his gaze drops again. “I overheard some guys talking about. . . .The Nightmare Guardian? They said he's here in the palace. . .” The blond jumps as Harper lets out a sigh and wonders if he overstepped his bounds.
“He's not in the palace at this very moment, however it is true that he is staying here for a while. He's in need of medical attention and his own realm isn't safe for him right now. Lord Enasi has ordered us to exercise discretion with this information though, so please do not tell anyone in town about this, alright?” Harper gives the boy a hard look and he sees Inui swallow hard.
Nodding his head rapidly Inui says, “Of course sir. I'm sure most denizens would freak out over the news. I'll keep the peace, don't worry. I was just curious.” With that he bows and when he stands back up Harper sees something in his eyes that seems rather familiar.
Watching the young male go for a few seconds Harper tries hard to recall where he recognizes the look in his eyes from. Finally he turns, handing the report to a soldier to be delivered to his desk before returning ti his vigil by the portal. Crossing his arms he thinks hard for several minutes, the slowly, ever so slowly, a smile comes to his furry lips. “You little Rue you. . .” he murmurs and with a chuckle he makes note of a potential candidate for 'Rue's Team Plan'.
He can not help but flinch at the thought of her harming herself to escape, but he can not help but thinking that it was a very Lillium thing to do. 'That's what her spirit is like Enasi. In her mind, such sacrifices are always worth it to reach her ends' He does not say this aloud of course since it would probably sound like he approves of her actions. When his eyes meet Enasi's Seishu rolls them back into his head and lets out a little laugh. “Yeah, that's my brood for ya.” He chuckles again before grabbing his ribs in pain. In truth his entire front side aches rather badly, but the jiggling motion caused by the laugh is enough to pull a groan out of him, his breath hitching mid chuckle. The flow from Enasi finally comes to an end and despite the fact that he can feel more emotions bottled up in the male he does not ask for more. 'I'm glad the Little Bite is okay, but he is in for such a thrashing when I get my hands on him'
'He may need to look at some of those feelings. Maybe they will help him pull his head out. .. ' “Hold still.” he murmurs, reaching out to take hold of Enasi's shoulder. Using it as leverage the Nightmare Guardian slowly pulls himself up a little at a time. 'If I can't even do this much, I'll shoot myself' he decides then and there, and as he rises higher and higher, he can feel a little bit of his old friend anger begin boiling up. However he holds it back until he's sitting at Enasi's side,t he little victory bringing a smile to his lips. “okay, I'm good for today. You can help me with the rest highness.” he says through clenched teeth. As Enasi helps him to his feet Seishu begins growling in anger at the pain, his rage about the situation pounding into him at full force, but the occasional whimper finds it's way out between his bared teeth. Holding tight to Enasi he doesn't trust himself not to bite the guy so instead he just holds on tight and waits for whatever plan the Dream Guardian has in mind to get him back to the Dream Realm.
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Clutching his delivery close to his chest, the blond haired minion makes his way through the unusually busy halls of the palace. Most days he would be walking these halls alone, the occasional staff stopping to look at him or stopping him to ask what he's up to, but today no one pays him any notice. They all seem like they have something important to do, a high level of worry and tension making Inui a bit uncomfortable. However the young minion is determined to get his weekly chore done, no matter what is going on around him. That does not mean he's not curious, and he listens carefully to each little bit of conversation he can overhear without actually eavesdropping. He makes sure to keep his feet moving, holding tight to the packet of papers in his arms so that the occasional jostle by someone not looking where they are going does not scatter them to the four winds.
Finally he finds his way to the soldier's office, however no one seems to have time for him. He tries several times to ask someone where Harper is, but finally he overhears someone talking about the rabbit man being in the main halls so without hesitation he leaves the office. 'They are in such an uproar. I wonder if it has anything to do with why the town has had so many incidents of minions coming home early from their jobs, and some with injuries' Even as he thinks that, a soldier with a freshly bandaged head rushes past and Inui pauses to stare after him. 'That can not still be from the battle, that was days ago! What is going on here!?' Ducking low he makes his way almost to the hall before something catches his attention, stopping him cold.
“Man, why do we have to go through so much trouble for that friggan' Nightmare Guardian!? Isn't it bad enough that Lord Enasi is letting him stay here while he recovers, but now we have to fight alongside those monsters to defend him?”
“Yeah, it's all his fault that that little dork went to earth alone as it is, and does he apologize for it? I've heard the stories, all he does is torment and pick on anyone he doesn't “like”. I trust Lord Enasi, but I can't help feeling sick every time I think of that thing being in our palace.”
Swallowing hard Inui forces his legs to move. A strange feeling begins beating through his chest, and he finds himself confused as to why he's not more afraid. 'I mean, he's the lord over all those nightmares and minions that kill our kind. He's killed thousands of our kind himself, but. . . .But lord Enasi is letting him stay here. For some reason, he needs to be here. But why? Injured? Shouldn't he be home then? So strange' So lost in his thoughts he doesn't watch where he's going for a few seconds, but that's all it takes for disaster to strike. A guard runs into him full force, striking his right shoulder on accident causing the little minion to cry out, spinning on the spot only to send the papers flying as he tries to catch himself. However he lands hard on his backside and his illusion falls.
His bright green eyes change into a sharp red color, and his honey blond hair fades into a pure black mass. Near the portal Harper turns his head to the noise and spotting the boy on the floor, papers scattered all around him, he stands and makes his way through the crowd to his side. Inui stands carefully, rubbing his backside with a faint hurt look on his face. When he looks around however to apologize for running into the guard he notices that everyone is looking at him now. Many look more than a little shocked, and a few even look afraid. It's then that he realizes that his illusion slipped and with a small sound he pulls in back into place.
Harper, having watched the little display, shoos the others off to continue their duties. 'Interesting. I do not recall ever seeing that side of Inui before. I didn't recognize him at first with that hair, or especially those eyes' Inui looks over to him, an unreadably sad look behind his eyes but before Harper can say anything he gets on all fours to try and gather up the scattered papers, a mumbled apology on his lips. 'I bet he's never been to popular, looking like that' Harper muses, crouching down to help. As soon as all the papers are gathered Harper recognizes it as the weekly incident report for the town and thanks Inui for his service.
The boy turns to leave but after a few paces he stops and turns back to the general. “Um, sir, I'm sorry if it is none of my business, but I overheard something and I'm wondering if it's true what they say.” He shuffles from foo to foot, glancing at the ground then back to Harper. The long eared male simply raises an eyebrow in question, wondering what the boy overheard but unwilling to bring anything up in case he's wrong about what he thinks it might be. After all, Seishu is suppose to be a secret for now. Inui takes he hint and after a few seconds his gaze drops again. “I overheard some guys talking about. . . .The Nightmare Guardian? They said he's here in the palace. . .” The blond jumps as Harper lets out a sigh and wonders if he overstepped his bounds.
“He's not in the palace at this very moment, however it is true that he is staying here for a while. He's in need of medical attention and his own realm isn't safe for him right now. Lord Enasi has ordered us to exercise discretion with this information though, so please do not tell anyone in town about this, alright?” Harper gives the boy a hard look and he sees Inui swallow hard.
Nodding his head rapidly Inui says, “Of course sir. I'm sure most denizens would freak out over the news. I'll keep the peace, don't worry. I was just curious.” With that he bows and when he stands back up Harper sees something in his eyes that seems rather familiar.
Watching the young male go for a few seconds Harper tries hard to recall where he recognizes the look in his eyes from. Finally he turns, handing the report to a soldier to be delivered to his desk before returning ti his vigil by the portal. Crossing his arms he thinks hard for several minutes, the slowly, ever so slowly, a smile comes to his furry lips. “You little Rue you. . .” he murmurs and with a chuckle he makes note of a potential candidate for 'Rue's Team Plan'.
The sizzle of flash as yet another strike from an angelic whip falls fills the small room, but the body beneath the blow does not move. There is a faint clink as yet another blow causes his body to move forward with the force of it. The manacles around his wrists cut in deep as he's force to just let his weight rest on them, unable to get his feet under him any more this session. The chains running from the walls to the manacles keep his arms stretched out wide, the position making his chest back and shoulders burn with the weight of his ever thinning body. Once more the interrogator steps forward, lifting his face forcibly so he can look down into the prisoner's face. He keeps his eyes blank, knowing that he doesn't have the strength to fight back today, and as long as they think that he's done for they will let him go back to his cell to suffer alone.
The interrogator, a tall angel with broad shoulder, bright blond hair, and a form fitting set of leather and plate armor sneers down at him with contempt. His neck burns from being held in this position for so long, his neck beginning to cramp, but he's long since learned that spitting into this guy's face is a bad idea. Finally his head is thrown aside with disgust and a tearing pain rips through his muscles as the motion causes him to sink lower against the chains. “Contemptible fool. If he would just tell us what they are planning we wouldn't have to do this.” The blond angel walks over to the corner of the room, turning so he's facing the room proper. “If he would just talk, he could be released from the pain and die a peaceful death.”
A choked laugh finds it's way out of the demon's throat against his will. The angels in the room tense, and he knows there's no going back now. “Easy for you to say you demons in angel skins.” he choked out, managing to raise his head just high enough to look at the blond angel, now standing with his hands clenched at his sides. “You really are some of the stupid ones, aren't you? Did you totally forget the 'know your enemy' class in rainbow butt school?” While he knows he's not wrong in that dying is worse than this torture, a small part of him egrets speaking up when the angel proceeds to “teach him a lesson” leaving his body little more that scrap meat. He manages to stay awake long enough for him to finish but when at last his arms are released and he falls to the ground with a loud thud his senses escape him and Kuro lets the bliss of temporary oblivion take him.
“I wonder what he did to deserve that.”
“Did he need to do something? I think that with what he is, he deserves this every time.”
“You really are cold for an angel y'know?”
Are you saying you think I'm wrong?”
“No, but I'm not gonna actually say something like that.”
“Wimp”
Kuro wakes some time later to the sound of his usual guards chatting back and forth and with a sigh he relaxes into the cold floor of his cell. 'I wonder if all the floors in heaven are cold like this. In hell, there are warm floors and cold floors. Floors are good' His thoughts are a little lost as the pain from his injuries make it hard to think.
“Oh, did you hear?” The slightly rough voice of a battle scarred angel, his guard with red hair, inquires. “The medical staff refuse to treat him. Mateius went to each of the higher leveled ones for his treatments but they said without an order from god they have absolutely no obligation to treat such a dangerous creature.”
Another voice laughs. This one belongs to his other guard, the one with short green hair, the one who thinks Kuro would be better off in a meat grinder than polluting his precious holy land with his presence. “Ah, I don't blame them. I wonder if it's gonna take that to get anyone to see this piece of crap.” Kuro is careful to stay still as he hears the angel move, most likely looking into his cell.
Suddenly a messenger shows up and the two angels listen close as the terrified creature whispers his message before darting off back down the hall at top speed. “Well, I guess he's in luck for today at least. Isn't that the little guy who's always trying to overstep his bounds?” asks the red head. Kuro does not see the green haired angels nod in reply but a few seconds later he hears them both move off down the hall.
As soon as he's sure they are out of sight of his cell, the youngest son of Satan shifts ever so slightly, trying to get into a more comfortable position. 'Wow, treatment. I wonder what kind of sadist they got to do that job. Maybe it'll use the burning method, sealing my wounds with fire. . .Nah, if it really is an angel medic I'll be lucky if it even makes it halfway into my cell before bolting. Those guys have a strong self preservation sense or so I've been told' He lets out a sigh, settling on his side, bust still mostly facing downwards with one knee bent against the cool stone and the other strait out, toes pointed. There's not much else he can do while he waits, the small cell never providing much amusement even on a good day, but with his body in such rough shape he can't even get himself to sit up without incentive.
The silence stretches on, those quite days on earth in those many libraries seeming like a distant dream as the oppressing lack of sound presses in around him. A part of him even misses the sounds of his guards being complete assholes just outside his cell is preferable to just how quiet the prison can be with no one around. Finally the silence is broken, his body twitching at the sudden sound of the door far in the distance opening. Despite the complete lack of a need for prison cells, Kuro was amazed the first time he was dragged through the prison wing to his cell right at the end by the shear number of little white rooms. Since his being imprisoned he has as of yet to see a single other prisoner, but he supposes that he could have a lot to do with that. If there really were others incarcerated, he supposes they may have been moved upon his arrival to keep them apart. 'Don't want me corrupting their poor little souls' he mused that first day. However now he doesn't spare it a thought.
The sound of feet padding closer to his cell seems to relax him, the noise more than enough to sooth his fraying nerves. 'Way to go guys, you made the prisoner feel better. Now if only they would feed me' Demons don't really need to eat food, souls being their main source of energy, however with the absence of such normal human food is enough to tide a demon over for quite a long time. Kuro himself mostly lives off of human food, his should consumption far lower than any other demon in recorded history, but he'd been studying ancient texts for days before he was captured, having eaten no more than a few glasses of water, and a mushroom he found growing in the corner of the tomb he'd eaten only out of curiosity.
The footsteps stop outside his prison cell and he can hear the green haired guard warning the third set of footsteps to be careful. 'Oh, c'mon now. We don't need him fleeing before even stepping into the cell!' He groans inwardly as the cell door slides open, and the sound of quiet footsteps make it clear that the being entering is rather small. 'Great, it's a mouse. I wonder if it's afraid of blood too!' He ready to bark, or at least try to, to send the little being skittering from the room, but then something happens that stops him cold. His fingers flex on the cold floor, his muscles tensing just enough for him to turn his head ever so slightly. The motion causes his hair to fall to the side a bit, one eye now able to focus on the new angel. 'It spoke to me'
Despite the squeaky nature of the sound Kuro is amazed that such an obviously weak, slender little thing managed to address him directly. His gaze wanders around, taking in every aspect of the angel he can from his vantage point on the floor of the cell and with only one eye. Unlike most of the other angels he's seen, this one seems to like showing off his legs, the short tunic giving Kuro an excellent view of well toned calves and thighs. 'I wonder if it's medic thing' he muses looking at the blue cloth around it's waist. He's never seen one himself before, so he doesn't really have any reference to go off of for his observations. He follows up past the waist to a white box clutched tightly in his hands, 'Medical supplies I guess' to the angel's face. Fare skin seems to cradle a set of large deep blue eyes that are right now open even wider than normal, the touch of fear evident even from his place on the floor.
His eyes move up past that frightened stare to the small perfectly kept mop of hair atop the angel's head. Kuro can feel himself smirking, and as usual he finds his rebellious tongue forming around a smart ass comment. “I was right, they did send me a mouse. Well, at least they sent me something cuter than ugly and uglier over there.” He can feel his body tense as the green haired angel pushes his way into the cell and before his companion can stop him lands a harsh kick to Kuro's gut. As usual the act of violence does not cause the demon to cry out but all the air does leave his longs, spraying the ground with a fair amount of blood and rolls him further on to his side. The blood was from small cuts in his mouth he's gotten from the last interrogation session when particular strikes snapped his jaws together. The blood had almost congealed in there but as he rolls on to his side he rolls his tongue around his mouth before spitting out as much as he can in the direction of the now restrained angel. The motion of his body after the strike had opened up a few wounds that had begin to heal and Kuro can feel more of his blood seeping out of his body, seemingly intent on joining the stuff already on the floor. His gaze shifts from the angered angel to the medic and he feels another smile spreading his lips as he once again takes in the sight of the mouse in angel's clothing.
The interrogator, a tall angel with broad shoulder, bright blond hair, and a form fitting set of leather and plate armor sneers down at him with contempt. His neck burns from being held in this position for so long, his neck beginning to cramp, but he's long since learned that spitting into this guy's face is a bad idea. Finally his head is thrown aside with disgust and a tearing pain rips through his muscles as the motion causes him to sink lower against the chains. “Contemptible fool. If he would just tell us what they are planning we wouldn't have to do this.” The blond angel walks over to the corner of the room, turning so he's facing the room proper. “If he would just talk, he could be released from the pain and die a peaceful death.”
A choked laugh finds it's way out of the demon's throat against his will. The angels in the room tense, and he knows there's no going back now. “Easy for you to say you demons in angel skins.” he choked out, managing to raise his head just high enough to look at the blond angel, now standing with his hands clenched at his sides. “You really are some of the stupid ones, aren't you? Did you totally forget the 'know your enemy' class in rainbow butt school?” While he knows he's not wrong in that dying is worse than this torture, a small part of him egrets speaking up when the angel proceeds to “teach him a lesson” leaving his body little more that scrap meat. He manages to stay awake long enough for him to finish but when at last his arms are released and he falls to the ground with a loud thud his senses escape him and Kuro lets the bliss of temporary oblivion take him.
“I wonder what he did to deserve that.”
“Did he need to do something? I think that with what he is, he deserves this every time.”
“You really are cold for an angel y'know?”
Are you saying you think I'm wrong?”
“No, but I'm not gonna actually say something like that.”
“Wimp”
Kuro wakes some time later to the sound of his usual guards chatting back and forth and with a sigh he relaxes into the cold floor of his cell. 'I wonder if all the floors in heaven are cold like this. In hell, there are warm floors and cold floors. Floors are good' His thoughts are a little lost as the pain from his injuries make it hard to think.
“Oh, did you hear?” The slightly rough voice of a battle scarred angel, his guard with red hair, inquires. “The medical staff refuse to treat him. Mateius went to each of the higher leveled ones for his treatments but they said without an order from god they have absolutely no obligation to treat such a dangerous creature.”
Another voice laughs. This one belongs to his other guard, the one with short green hair, the one who thinks Kuro would be better off in a meat grinder than polluting his precious holy land with his presence. “Ah, I don't blame them. I wonder if it's gonna take that to get anyone to see this piece of crap.” Kuro is careful to stay still as he hears the angel move, most likely looking into his cell.
Suddenly a messenger shows up and the two angels listen close as the terrified creature whispers his message before darting off back down the hall at top speed. “Well, I guess he's in luck for today at least. Isn't that the little guy who's always trying to overstep his bounds?” asks the red head. Kuro does not see the green haired angels nod in reply but a few seconds later he hears them both move off down the hall.
As soon as he's sure they are out of sight of his cell, the youngest son of Satan shifts ever so slightly, trying to get into a more comfortable position. 'Wow, treatment. I wonder what kind of sadist they got to do that job. Maybe it'll use the burning method, sealing my wounds with fire. . .Nah, if it really is an angel medic I'll be lucky if it even makes it halfway into my cell before bolting. Those guys have a strong self preservation sense or so I've been told' He lets out a sigh, settling on his side, bust still mostly facing downwards with one knee bent against the cool stone and the other strait out, toes pointed. There's not much else he can do while he waits, the small cell never providing much amusement even on a good day, but with his body in such rough shape he can't even get himself to sit up without incentive.
The silence stretches on, those quite days on earth in those many libraries seeming like a distant dream as the oppressing lack of sound presses in around him. A part of him even misses the sounds of his guards being complete assholes just outside his cell is preferable to just how quiet the prison can be with no one around. Finally the silence is broken, his body twitching at the sudden sound of the door far in the distance opening. Despite the complete lack of a need for prison cells, Kuro was amazed the first time he was dragged through the prison wing to his cell right at the end by the shear number of little white rooms. Since his being imprisoned he has as of yet to see a single other prisoner, but he supposes that he could have a lot to do with that. If there really were others incarcerated, he supposes they may have been moved upon his arrival to keep them apart. 'Don't want me corrupting their poor little souls' he mused that first day. However now he doesn't spare it a thought.
The sound of feet padding closer to his cell seems to relax him, the noise more than enough to sooth his fraying nerves. 'Way to go guys, you made the prisoner feel better. Now if only they would feed me' Demons don't really need to eat food, souls being their main source of energy, however with the absence of such normal human food is enough to tide a demon over for quite a long time. Kuro himself mostly lives off of human food, his should consumption far lower than any other demon in recorded history, but he'd been studying ancient texts for days before he was captured, having eaten no more than a few glasses of water, and a mushroom he found growing in the corner of the tomb he'd eaten only out of curiosity.
The footsteps stop outside his prison cell and he can hear the green haired guard warning the third set of footsteps to be careful. 'Oh, c'mon now. We don't need him fleeing before even stepping into the cell!' He groans inwardly as the cell door slides open, and the sound of quiet footsteps make it clear that the being entering is rather small. 'Great, it's a mouse. I wonder if it's afraid of blood too!' He ready to bark, or at least try to, to send the little being skittering from the room, but then something happens that stops him cold. His fingers flex on the cold floor, his muscles tensing just enough for him to turn his head ever so slightly. The motion causes his hair to fall to the side a bit, one eye now able to focus on the new angel. 'It spoke to me'
Despite the squeaky nature of the sound Kuro is amazed that such an obviously weak, slender little thing managed to address him directly. His gaze wanders around, taking in every aspect of the angel he can from his vantage point on the floor of the cell and with only one eye. Unlike most of the other angels he's seen, this one seems to like showing off his legs, the short tunic giving Kuro an excellent view of well toned calves and thighs. 'I wonder if it's medic thing' he muses looking at the blue cloth around it's waist. He's never seen one himself before, so he doesn't really have any reference to go off of for his observations. He follows up past the waist to a white box clutched tightly in his hands, 'Medical supplies I guess' to the angel's face. Fare skin seems to cradle a set of large deep blue eyes that are right now open even wider than normal, the touch of fear evident even from his place on the floor.
His eyes move up past that frightened stare to the small perfectly kept mop of hair atop the angel's head. Kuro can feel himself smirking, and as usual he finds his rebellious tongue forming around a smart ass comment. “I was right, they did send me a mouse. Well, at least they sent me something cuter than ugly and uglier over there.” He can feel his body tense as the green haired angel pushes his way into the cell and before his companion can stop him lands a harsh kick to Kuro's gut. As usual the act of violence does not cause the demon to cry out but all the air does leave his longs, spraying the ground with a fair amount of blood and rolls him further on to his side. The blood was from small cuts in his mouth he's gotten from the last interrogation session when particular strikes snapped his jaws together. The blood had almost congealed in there but as he rolls on to his side he rolls his tongue around his mouth before spitting out as much as he can in the direction of the now restrained angel. The motion of his body after the strike had opened up a few wounds that had begin to heal and Kuro can feel more of his blood seeping out of his body, seemingly intent on joining the stuff already on the floor. His gaze shifts from the angered angel to the medic and he feels another smile spreading his lips as he once again takes in the sight of the mouse in angel's clothing.
Don't forget Filo and Feena, the nurse maids and defenders, and you can put Kaila's troop as their own little selection :P I think there were five, and Kaila. The two who drew weapons are 'The Naginata Duo' :P
*Shifty eyes* Do, da, di. . . .
Oki day then, you get some good sleep, I'm glad you had fun :P
Oki day then, you get some good sleep, I'm glad you had fun :P
Uwin(That's his name) understands that life could be a whole lot better, however he's contenting himself with what he's got, counting his blessings of not being with a cruel owner. I know he seems airheaded, but he's also one who would love to be free. However, I see him kinda being like Joseph and just going on with the job he's got, just actually getting paid for it y'know? :P
And sure, go ahead if you like. It'll take a few hours for the meeting to finish, and then he's got some more things to do. Alexi will be back around. . . . Two hours after sunset.
And sure, go ahead if you like. It'll take a few hours for the meeting to finish, and then he's got some more things to do. Alexi will be back around. . . . Two hours after sunset.
Oh, by the way, if my plan is successful, at some point in the future I may have to request a kind of "live session" either in the chat on here, or on Skype. The kind of scene in my head will be a decent string of event that will be more intense if kept short :P
Joseph's words are like a sledgehammer to the guts, but Alexi does not let it show on his face. 'Yes, I know, and I am sorry my dear Joseph' Turning to watch the centuries old creature stand and bow low he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. “I know Joseph, but I pray I will be able to save yours in the end.” He motions that the slave should leave him now, but calls out to him just as he reaches the door. “Starting tomorrow I am giving you permission to enter my room and speak to him, should you feel like it, at any time. I am not sure what would come from such things, but if you feel the urge, please, do not hesitate.” With that he dismisses the male once more with a wave. Once the door is closed Alexi turn to the fire and place a hand over the growing ache in his stomach. “Hmmm, must be hungry. . .” he murmurs, know full well that that is only a partial cause for the pain throbbing deep inside of him.
Once he's collected himself he takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before heading out into the front hall and through the mansion to the direct access door to the garage. His personal driver, a teenage looking elf in a dark red suit, jumps when he spots Master Alexi walking into the garage. Checking his day planner he reconfirms with himself where the master wishes to go and without a word rushes ahead to hold the door for him. Alexi gives him a smile as he slides into the back seat of an old Lincoln town car, adapted to run on a more efficient and less pollutant filled fuel, and with a dark enough tint on the back windows that it is impossible to see through them. The slave grins back at him, pulling his hat of the little hook he keep it on one his belt before rushing around to the driver door. Pulling on the hat, he once again grins at himself in the rear view mirror when he spots the little alteration and additions that Master Alexi let him add to it.
The golden pins shaped like the ancient symbols of his people gleam in the light coming from the overheads in the garage as he fixes the mirror before pulling out of the garage and following the long winding driveway out to the street. He is silent for a few minutes, watching Master Alexi to make sure he's not busy before speaking up. “So, um Master Alexi, are there going to be new additions to the house sir? I mean, we're going to a construction agency, and last time we went there you added a new bath house for the slave's quarters sir.” His tone seems a little light, but there is no mistaking his subservient tone each time he says 'sir'.
Alexi turns to look towards the front of the car when his driver begins speaking and he smiles lightly. “Yes, a bit of a restructuring. Those slaves we acquired last month are far too tall for the servant rooms as they are, so I'm going to be having the roof raised in that section, perhaps adding a second story above it to give you all more room.” The elf grins wide at the thought, knowing exactly what Master Alexi is talking about. “It will be a little hard on you guys for a while, but when it's done I think you will all be far more comfortable.”
The driver's smile widens even further, if that's even possible. 'Master Alexi Vandros has to be the best slave owner ever! He always thinks so much about us. I know a lot of the slaves in the mansion served under Lord Vandros before he died, and they all agree that Master Alexi is much much better' Stopping at a stop sign he pauses to look both ways, giving his rear view mirror a quick glance before taking the turn. 'I was born a slave, and my parent's owners were pretty bad. They were forced to have me, and that's awful I think that was why they didn't seem to love me. . . .But ever since I was sold to Master Alexi and moved to the Vandros manor, I don't think life for a slave could be any better!'
Humming lightly he makes another turn, their destination in sight. When at last they pull up to the building the elf pulls right up to the front door and stops, opening his door carefully as to not hit anyone who may be driving or walking by. In public he more acts the part of a slave, keeping his eyes down and his pace even as he walks around to open the door for his master. As soon as Master Alexi is out he closes the door softly and slides back into the vehicle. Moving the car over into the area where cars with drivers can wait until they see their passengers coming out of the building he turns the engine off and settles back into the seat, his mind wandering over just what he thinks the new servant's quarters will look like.
Once he's collected himself he takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before heading out into the front hall and through the mansion to the direct access door to the garage. His personal driver, a teenage looking elf in a dark red suit, jumps when he spots Master Alexi walking into the garage. Checking his day planner he reconfirms with himself where the master wishes to go and without a word rushes ahead to hold the door for him. Alexi gives him a smile as he slides into the back seat of an old Lincoln town car, adapted to run on a more efficient and less pollutant filled fuel, and with a dark enough tint on the back windows that it is impossible to see through them. The slave grins back at him, pulling his hat of the little hook he keep it on one his belt before rushing around to the driver door. Pulling on the hat, he once again grins at himself in the rear view mirror when he spots the little alteration and additions that Master Alexi let him add to it.
The golden pins shaped like the ancient symbols of his people gleam in the light coming from the overheads in the garage as he fixes the mirror before pulling out of the garage and following the long winding driveway out to the street. He is silent for a few minutes, watching Master Alexi to make sure he's not busy before speaking up. “So, um Master Alexi, are there going to be new additions to the house sir? I mean, we're going to a construction agency, and last time we went there you added a new bath house for the slave's quarters sir.” His tone seems a little light, but there is no mistaking his subservient tone each time he says 'sir'.
Alexi turns to look towards the front of the car when his driver begins speaking and he smiles lightly. “Yes, a bit of a restructuring. Those slaves we acquired last month are far too tall for the servant rooms as they are, so I'm going to be having the roof raised in that section, perhaps adding a second story above it to give you all more room.” The elf grins wide at the thought, knowing exactly what Master Alexi is talking about. “It will be a little hard on you guys for a while, but when it's done I think you will all be far more comfortable.”
The driver's smile widens even further, if that's even possible. 'Master Alexi Vandros has to be the best slave owner ever! He always thinks so much about us. I know a lot of the slaves in the mansion served under Lord Vandros before he died, and they all agree that Master Alexi is much much better' Stopping at a stop sign he pauses to look both ways, giving his rear view mirror a quick glance before taking the turn. 'I was born a slave, and my parent's owners were pretty bad. They were forced to have me, and that's awful I think that was why they didn't seem to love me. . . .But ever since I was sold to Master Alexi and moved to the Vandros manor, I don't think life for a slave could be any better!'
Humming lightly he makes another turn, their destination in sight. When at last they pull up to the building the elf pulls right up to the front door and stops, opening his door carefully as to not hit anyone who may be driving or walking by. In public he more acts the part of a slave, keeping his eyes down and his pace even as he walks around to open the door for his master. As soon as Master Alexi is out he closes the door softly and slides back into the vehicle. Moving the car over into the area where cars with drivers can wait until they see their passengers coming out of the building he turns the engine off and settles back into the seat, his mind wandering over just what he thinks the new servant's quarters will look like.
Wow, we're up to seven pages already, that's amazing. . . .
When Realms Collide
Enjoy! And I'm sure it will be :P
When Realms Collide
Enjoy! And I'm sure it will be :P
Name: Daimon
Race: Death Elemental
Age: 783(Looks seventeen)
Height: 5' 2”
Weight: 119lbs
Hair: Dark red, shoulder length, jagged at the bottom, bangs the same length as the rest, and messy, no real part.
Eyes: Green with flecks of gold and silver
Skin: Stark white
Build: Kinda scrawny but not sickly looking. Very flexible.
Extra: Black tattoo around the outside of the left eye. It's in a half circle running around from the top of the brow, past the corner of the eye, down to the cheekbone. There are small runes running along the edges of what looks like a series of Celtic symbols.
Clothes: Ankle to wrist skin tight black spandex like material with a very finely made but ragged looking cape attached at the shoulder. The cape is too long and a couple feet of it settle on the ground when he's standing. Solid black cowl, and a vest like configuration of embroidered runic symbols on the chest and back. The runes also run down the outsides of the legs and the backs of the arms across the elbow, and encircle both wrists and ankles. No gloves or shoes, and he keeps the cowl down unless he's hiding.
Accessories: None.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Can pull up various weapons out of thin air, can hide and travel in shadows, and can kill with a touch should he choose to. He can fly to a small degree using his own energy. He is highly proficient in all his weapons.
General Personality: Daimon has a very 'don't give a crap' attitude most of the time, however somethings set him off like a deadly gas. He never yells nor even raises his voice outside of an all out battle, but his scheming mind once activated is very hard to stop until it sees it's schemes fulfilled. In battle he seems a little wild and more than a little crazy, a wide grin and maniacal laugh always at the ready. He has a soft spot no one has ever seen before because he hides it so well, but for the most part he only seems to 'come alive' either in battle, or when wronged.
Background: As a child Daimon was very depressed about what he was. When he would travel to the inter elemental mixers with his parents he noticed that for the most part all the other races avoided them. All but the Nothing race, who seem to also not be very popular with the other races, but this seemed more by choice than anything else. His mother was always busy with one thing or another, and by their very nature Death children aren't very social creatures so he never had anyone to spend time with other than his father. However his father's idea of bonding was to teach him how to use his powers, to train him in skills at the time he had very little interest in. But even if he had little interest, he gave his all for it was the only way for him to avoid being utterly alone. Unfortunately on his first trip to the mortal realm his father got in a fight with a Fire elemental and after an intense battle he watched as his father was completely consumed by the flame. Something inside him broke that day and he entered the training program for elite fighters, becoming the best in the school in forty short years. After that he spent most of his time either alone, or picking fights with any elemental that will have him. He's never lost a fight, and often times would make his foes suffer before finally giving them a literal kiss of death.
Race: Death Elemental
Age: 783(Looks seventeen)
Height: 5' 2”
Weight: 119lbs
Hair: Dark red, shoulder length, jagged at the bottom, bangs the same length as the rest, and messy, no real part.
Eyes: Green with flecks of gold and silver
Skin: Stark white
Build: Kinda scrawny but not sickly looking. Very flexible.
Extra: Black tattoo around the outside of the left eye. It's in a half circle running around from the top of the brow, past the corner of the eye, down to the cheekbone. There are small runes running along the edges of what looks like a series of Celtic symbols.
Clothes: Ankle to wrist skin tight black spandex like material with a very finely made but ragged looking cape attached at the shoulder. The cape is too long and a couple feet of it settle on the ground when he's standing. Solid black cowl, and a vest like configuration of embroidered runic symbols on the chest and back. The runes also run down the outsides of the legs and the backs of the arms across the elbow, and encircle both wrists and ankles. No gloves or shoes, and he keeps the cowl down unless he's hiding.
Accessories: None.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Can pull up various weapons out of thin air, can hide and travel in shadows, and can kill with a touch should he choose to. He can fly to a small degree using his own energy. He is highly proficient in all his weapons.
General Personality: Daimon has a very 'don't give a crap' attitude most of the time, however somethings set him off like a deadly gas. He never yells nor even raises his voice outside of an all out battle, but his scheming mind once activated is very hard to stop until it sees it's schemes fulfilled. In battle he seems a little wild and more than a little crazy, a wide grin and maniacal laugh always at the ready. He has a soft spot no one has ever seen before because he hides it so well, but for the most part he only seems to 'come alive' either in battle, or when wronged.
Background: As a child Daimon was very depressed about what he was. When he would travel to the inter elemental mixers with his parents he noticed that for the most part all the other races avoided them. All but the Nothing race, who seem to also not be very popular with the other races, but this seemed more by choice than anything else. His mother was always busy with one thing or another, and by their very nature Death children aren't very social creatures so he never had anyone to spend time with other than his father. However his father's idea of bonding was to teach him how to use his powers, to train him in skills at the time he had very little interest in. But even if he had little interest, he gave his all for it was the only way for him to avoid being utterly alone. Unfortunately on his first trip to the mortal realm his father got in a fight with a Fire elemental and after an intense battle he watched as his father was completely consumed by the flame. Something inside him broke that day and he entered the training program for elite fighters, becoming the best in the school in forty short years. After that he spent most of his time either alone, or picking fights with any elemental that will have him. He's never lost a fight, and often times would make his foes suffer before finally giving them a literal kiss of death.
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