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The aura had passed along the streets, along the skin of the humans that wandered. Seduced and drawn out to be found later on the ground, dead, lifeless, tormented. Ah the pleasures, the beauty, true art of twisting a mortals mind until they begged for mercy and came crawling at his feet. Yes, the true pleasures of being in control, of being the master at which holds their little life within his hands. Marius, his name rolled off one's tongue as he walked silently down the street. So recognized that no one dared even speak to him. Demons. Yes, part of the world of demons of which destroyed one world after another. The simple pleasures, to woo and destroy one after another. Yes, it was beautiful and fun.
Moving along the silent street Marius was quiet and his features blank. His hair moved lightly against the breeze as he walked, the dark hair having a few red streaks against certain lighting. His face was emotionless but his eyes were not. Maybe today was the perfect day. He would get his promised slave and then the real fun could begin. He could torment and use his own little toy and not have to worry about the tempers or actions of the others. They were never good enough. Sure he liked to seduce them into maybe coming to bed with him every now and then but they just weren't the same. He wanted one that he could drag t their knees and force him to want it all.
Yes, a forced pleasure, restricted pleasure, twisted mind and the beautiful red marks from the whip. Yes....
Quietly he stepped into the slave shop, stopping to take in the smell. Yes... One of them would be his, his little toy, his little pet to break and train as he wished. The loose black shirt he wore showed his chest a bit, the smooth pale skin against his dark hair. His black pants helped show his slender figure, the figure of a never ending evil man. With a red satin belt his stepped through the dark place, his crimson eyes peeking at each cage.
As he scanned the dingy place the smell of blood and sweat filled his nostrils. Moans, screams, crying, sobbing, begging, the sounds all f which filled his ears and rang clearly. Yes, and to pull those sounds form his own pet's throat would be magnificent. Yes, to see the blood, the lustful blood, pure and sweet, dripping form the wonderful wounds. Ah to see such a site...
He was happy to hear of receiving his own human pet. Traveling with the demons was fun, yes, but not what satisfied him. He wanted more, he had no power with them, not like he wanted. Even as a child he had what he wanted. A spoiled little kid who was rich. He go anything and everything, seducing the other boys. Sure, he'd raped a few people in his lifetime but that didn't mean he was a bad person.... Some just saw it as bad. But how was he to distinguish it as right or wrong? It was his life. He saw what he wanted and took it, nothing more, nothing less. He never pursued the same person more than once which was why he tended to not let them know much about him, except his name and face. Yes, he must be known, must be lusted after.
He watched as some slaves begged for masters, reached out of their bared cages to try and grasp a leg or arm and beg to be taken with them. But now, Marius held no such interest for them; he wanted to turn his own slave into a puddle of sweaty panting mush, not have it already that way. Where was the fun in that? To have an already completely docile slave? Ha! no, he wanted a boy whom wasn't trying to go home and just please him right away. He wanted a challenge, or at least a cute little pet who had their own opinion.
As he wandered the dim place his eyes caught a particular slave whom seemed to be sleeping. He went to the cage and glanced over the papers. Experimented on… now that sounds fun. He looked back at the young boy and grinned. Beautiful. Such features… long silky hair, yes, he wanted to touch it, feel and test him, his skin, his hair, his quality. but the glass kept him away, and was probably best since Marius would rape or practically molest the boy's mind, body, and soul if he so happened to fill his desires. Quietly he kneeled down, letting his fingers tap the glass for a moment.
“Hello, my dear. I can see you’re awake. Why don’t you look up and let me see that pretty face hm?” he smiled and glanced over the papers again. Danikap, a pretty name, sure.
“Come now, Master wants to see your face, see those pretty eyes.” He stayed quiet, giving the boy time to see if he would listen. From looking at the records he seemed promising and used to being tied down and experimented on, just… not Marius’ way of doing it.
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The aura had passed along the streets, along the skin of the humans that wandered. Seduced and drawn out to be found later on the ground, dead, lifeless, tormented. Ah the pleasures, the beauty, true art of twisting a mortals mind until they begged for mercy and came crawling at his feet. Yes, the true pleasures of being in control, of being the master at which holds their little life within his hands. Marius, his name rolled off one's tongue as he walked silently down the street. So recognized that no one dared even speak to him. Demons. Yes, part of the world of demons of which destroyed one world after another. The simple pleasures, to woo and destroy one after another. Yes, it was beautiful and fun.
Moving along the silent street Marius was quiet and his features blank. His hair moved lightly against the breeze as he walked, the dark hair having a few red streaks against certain lighting. His face was emotionless but his eyes were not. Maybe today was the perfect day. He would get his promised slave and then the real fun could begin. He could torment and use his own little toy and not have to worry about the tempers or actions of the others. They were never good enough. Sure he liked to seduce them into maybe coming to bed with him every now and then but they just weren't the same. He wanted one that he could drag t their knees and force him to want it all.
Yes, a forced pleasure, restricted pleasure, twisted mind and the beautiful red marks from the whip. Yes....
Quietly he stepped into the slave shop, stopping to take in the smell. Yes... One of them would be his, his little toy, his little pet to break and train as he wished. The loose black shirt he wore showed his chest a bit, the smooth pale skin against his dark hair. His black pants helped show his slender figure, the figure of a never ending evil man. With a red satin belt he stepped through the dark place, his crimson eyes peeking at each cage.
As he scanned the dingy place the smell of blood and sweat filled his nostrils. Moans, screams, crying, sobbing, begging, the sounds all f which filled his ears and rang clearly. Yes, and to pull those sounds form his own pet's throat would be magnificent. Yes, to see the blood, the lustful blood, pure and sweet, dripping form the wonderful wounds. Ah to see such a site...
He was happy to hear of receiving his own human pet. Traveling with the demons was fun, yes, but not what satisfied him. He wanted more, he had no power with them, not like he wanted. Even as a child he had what he wanted. A spoiled little kid who was rich. He go anything and everything, seducing the other boys. Sure, he'd raped a few people in his lifetime but that didn't mean he was a bad person.... Some just saw it as bad. But how was he to distinguish it as right or wrong? It was his life. He saw what he wanted and took it, nothing more, nothing less. He never pursued the same person more than once which was why he tended to not let them know much about him, except his name and face. Yes, he must be known, must be lusted after.
He watched as some slaves begged for masters, reached out of their bared cages to try and grasp a leg or arm and beg to be taken with them. But now, Marius held no such interest for them; he wanted to turn his own slave into a puddle of sweaty panting mush, not have it already that way. Where was the fun in that? To have an already completely docile slave? Ha! no, he wanted a boy whom wasn't trying to go home and just please him right away. He wanted a challenge, or at least a cute little pet who had their own opinion.
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Suffice to say, Marius was not exactly happy when he found his recently ordered slave asleep on the bed. He'd given a bit of a pout before the young frame started to move. The pout spread into a smile then into a frown rather quickly. He watched the boy start shaking, then start to sob and finally scowled. He intended for this to be a wonderful introduction so he could lead the boy out as his newest toy and dammit he was going to have it that way. Besides, he like useless tears. Unless he himself tried to make then purposely then he didn't want then on his slave. It was repulsive and annoying.
He'd stepped over to the small body, trying to remember the name. Cla- Clver?, Clo?, Clovas?, Clovis?, Clovis!
"Clovis, It's time to stop crying. We need to get you out of here and you're no good to me dead." he said in a soft tone that was easily disguised, running his hand over the boy's shoulder. He was anxious to see exactly what he looked like and his patience was already wearing thin.
He wanted to take a look at the other merchandise as well so wanted this one presentable. With an annoyed sigh -only a second after speaking mine you- he grabbed the boy's shoulders and lifted him up, sitting him on the bed, his gaze a bit harder now since he just wanted to get out.
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He finally sat down and scanned through the books he'd set up. He ignored the others words, or rather, didn't quite hear him. He bounced in his seat a bit, sitting on his knees instead of his rear. His eyes were their light purple, his hair falling forward and spilling over his shoulders. No one would even be able to guess that he had a demon hidden inside him somewhere.
But then, that was what happens when one takes over completely. It was as if the Angel had taken full rein and the devil was just asleep. Dai had had this happen before but he didn't like when it did because he didn't feel as safe. To him, he need both to be safe, not only one.
But another reason was that he same thing always started happening. He didn't know about the specific trademark of each guardian so never understood it. But whenever he was with only the Angel
his back would start to itch and tingle. He reached back a couple times to try and scratch it before leaning against the chair a bit and rubbing at it. He started to get frustrated when it distracted him from the books.
When he leaned forward to try and concentrate a single white feather fell from under his shirt and landed on the seat. He didn't see this but he was already irritated and just closed the book all together. Letting the angel slip back his eyes darkened as he growled and got up. But then, that was what happens when one takes over completely. It was as if the Angel had taken full rein and the devil was just asleep. Dai had had this happen before but he didn't like when it did because he didn't feel as safe. To him, he need both to be safe, not only one.
But another reason was that he same thing always started happening. He didn't know about the specific trademark of each guardian so never understood it. But whenever he was with only the Angel
his back would start to itch and tingle. He reached back a couple times to try and scratch it before leaning against the chair a bit and rubbing at it. He started to get frustrated when it distracted him from the books.
"I'm done." he growled lightly as the tingling and itching stopped when the demon slipped out. He wanted out of this place! He didn't like it here anymore. "I'm going outside." he muttered, not really wanting the man to know where he was going. He tried to figure his way out by moving through several halls. It took him a while but he finally found a door that lead out.
Agatsuma_Soubi_san
∮ Я о і в ё и ∮
The tables have turned
By my claws they've been broken
My soul no longer burned
By the words you have spoken
By my claws they've been broken
My soul no longer burned
By the words you have spoken
Growling, the feline paced in the garden, glaring at the numerous plants and such. He was tempted to rip out a few of the flowers and maybe stir up the dirt a bit. But he didn't want to seem like a dog. No way would he allow hismelf to become such an.... an animal!
He shook his head and plopped down in the cool soil. Lately he'd been getting himself rather dirty, though claimed it wasn't his fault. So he was having a rough time. He was overly pissed at himself for allowing such useless emotions get the best of him. Though, seeing Krystahffer's face when he took off with Markus was something he wouldn't forget. sighing he got up, shook off a bit and headed back in the house. He rarely walked on two feet and didn't mind getting dirt in the house. It wasn't like he would have to clean it anyways.
He glanced around the house, trying to find his toy. Sure he hadn't left Markus yet, but the boy was too much fun. And he didn't care about how legally he was his slave. In Roiben's mind, Markus was his toy. End of story.
But his latest problem wasn't that he had practically kidnapped a vampire from an overly protective doll, but that he could feel the changes in his body. He'd been avoiding the vampire but at the same time had been thinking about seducing him, maybe taking their little 'biting' gamea bit further. It wasn't his fault, his feline instincts were starting to take over. Of course, to him it would be a week of hell unless he could find a way to get rid of the awful hormones without becoming some sort of weak and deprived kitten begging to be helped.
Peeking in the rooms he wore nothing but loose pants that had been cut at the knees. Pouting stubbornly he moved a bit faster through the house.
"Maaarkus?!" he half whined half growled, upset that he couldn't find him right away.
! Я ɒ Ш ʁ !
Bite me then scratch me
Hate me then love me
Rip open my chest and see me
In the divine light of my blood
Hate me then love me
Rip open my chest and see me
In the divine light of my blood
