♕ ℛσуαℓ Sιηηєяѕ ♕ Exorcists needed!

[niarbyl]

The blonde lifted his head and stared out the window to his right. He sipped idly on the iced coffee in his hands. It wasn't anything too sweet, just caramel and coffee. He wasn't an overly-sweet person and his taste in beverages reflected it. His right hand froze as he stared outside at the people walking down the streets. The inside of the small cafe was bustling and full of people, but the people outside who rushed down the streets seemed to interest the demon more. Why are they in such a hurry. He thought, letting out a sigh. His left hand scrolled over his cell phone and he looked back down to continue playing phone games. The only real downside to being a demon of laziness is that your food always comes late.
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Asty shoved his hands deep into his jacket pockets. It wasn't as if he wasn't used to the cold, but it still seemed to bite him particularly hard. Maybe it was a side affect of possessing such a skinny little kid. It wasn't cold enough in Spain to really get to him, but it still made him regret not wearing anything warmer. He breathed out heavily and grumbled to himself. Going to Spain was based on a whim and also his habit of speaking before thinking. Now he was mentally kicking himself for even partaking in the whole plan.

In all honesty, Astaroth probably wouldn't even mind letting off some steam by fighting exorcists. He probably wouldn't mind picking a fight with just about anyone. It seemed like all demons had a carnal desire to rip those god-loving freaks in half. It made the blonde rub his temples every time he thought about it. He probably liked human nature too much. Thinking about that created a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Yeah, I'm fine. The demon said into his cell phone. He chugged the last of his drink and leaned against the side of a building. He clicked his teeth angrily. If I need any further information I'll contact you. Dealing with other people, what an utter pain. He didn't learn anything new or anything he hadn't already guessed. The exorcists were on their way, probably already had his trail by this point. He'd been suppressing his demonic energy for the past six months but now he figured it wasn't even worth trying. Hanging up the phone and shoving it back into his back pocket, he sighed. He figured he'd probably be one of the first to get hit.

Astaroth flexed his fingers, he breathed out heavily and let his demonic energy properly flow. He then put his head phones in his ears and cranked the music up loud. He walked towards the crowded square where he decided he'd wait for the religious fanatics. As he walked the rush of traffic seemed to slow, and people seemed to no longer be in such a hurry. The demon hummed loudly to the beat of the music as a woman dropped down onto the ground just behind him, followed by an older man. The seemed to just stop breathing, maybe they just didn't see the point in doing it anymore. Those closest to the blonde seemed to be dropping off slowly, whether the just stopped moving or closed their eyes for good. These conditions always gave Astaroth mixed emotions, he liked having humanity wrapped around his fingertips, but seeing them nod off like this was almost depressing. He didn't know exactly what sort of affect he had on humans but they all seemed to give up in some way or another. He had a few theories, that those who were older or those with hardly any reason to live, just gave up, and that those who were particularly empty inside became emptier. It was almost as if the humans were filled with Astaroth's emptiness at a concentrated level. Whatever caused it, it always had a devastating affect on humans.

There were always a few who had unyielding tenacity though, those who fought off the depravity. Which was annoying to say the least. These people who were so full and swollen with happiness or self-love or determination. They always left a sour feeling wherever they went and were particularly troublesome to deal with. There were a few kids back in the school who were still determined to do well in school despite the sloth's influence. Which annoyed him to no end, and caused him to grow increasingly aggravated. In the end, Sloth didn't feel the need for those kids to be around anymore.

There happened to one of these immune sort of people standing in the path right before the blonde. He tapped on his phone and sent a message off to his human mother. "I'll be back by 7" He lied. Such a pain, having a mother, it was probably the least fun part of pretending he was human. "Qué está pasando?" The women in front of him stammered. He flexed his fingers again and rubbed his tongue over his canines. He'd been pretending to be human for six months now. The demon cracked his knuckles and walked closer to the woman seeping in the sour scent of happiness and joy. "No te acerques más." He had absolutely no idea what she was saying, it probably would have been smart to brush up on that Spanish his host had learned in high school. He was most definitely one of the laziest Royals, he didn't enjoy torturing his victims like some demons did, and he didn't like wasting time. "Deténgase! Por favor, póngase de distancia-"

The woman stopped moving, and his playlist ended. She sunk to the ground and his hand slipped out of her abdomin. The blonde took his phone out of his pocket and shook the blood off his other hand. What the hell, the service out here is terrible. Walking with his hand up in the air like some sort of idiot, he made his way to the center of the square. He sat down on one of the benches and crossed his legs underneath him. Taking his limited edition LoZ 3DS out of his bag, he relaxed and waited, music blasting loudly in his ears. Exorcists were probably already hot on his trail.

ooc;; this was lamer and more violent than originally planned



人間は矛盾でできている。
寂しい。寂しくない。
恋しい。
恋しくない

People are full of contradictions.
They’re lonely. And then they’re not.
They’re missed.
And then they’re not.

[Chris P Bacan]

xxxxxxxxxxL⊕ςα†ï⊕η✘ Restaurant Borda Estevet in Andorra, Spainxxxcøʍραπψ✘ No one >> Brax xxxWҽαɾιɳɠ✘ X

Levi glanced down at the golden face of his watch, checking just how late Brax really was. He should have expected this, what with how many times he watched the guy mosey on into his and Kellan’s meetups. Even when those two lived together he seemed to lag.
Surprisingly the time showed to be nothing too serious even though it seemed like way more time had passed. He fixed his sleeve and picked up his wine.
As Levi’s glass dripped it’s last contents past his lips, he saw something brown quickly dart about in the corner of his eye. A slow, nonchalant turn of his head had him meeting eyes with a Yan-gant-y-tan. The demon tried to hide itself behind the restaurant’s bar, but even if it had successfully done so Levi could still sense it’s demonic energy emanating from there. The other few minor demons that had gathered around the location because of the Royal’s more insignificant work were so minor that he needn't worry about their presence, but this guy was just a bit too…. Tall….
‘Scram. Now.’ The demon peeked his head out from behind the bar a little more so as if he was trying to hear Levi better. He swore that if it were any other Royal telling the damn thing to leave it would without hesitation. He was too much of a softy, and he made a mental note to change that soon.
‘Shoo! Why are you even out at this time anyhow?!’ Levi was getting more antsy with each passing second. Having this demon around when Brax got here might be a tad suspicious. Admittedly, Levi asked for this when he interfered with the two ladies in the first place, but quite frankly the ordeal was extremely minor to what he’s been doing to these humans so the attraction of demons wasn’t really an issue. And getting rid of this Yan-gant-y-tan was really just a precaution. His height bugged Levi…
The glare that Levi threw at the lesser demon must have done the trick, because it slinked out from it’s hiding place and headed into the back of the restaurant to exit through the kitchen. Right in time too, because as the Royal scanned the room for any other unwanted guests he heard the cheerful call of his host’s name. He whipped his head around to see Brax standing near the table.
Through Kellan’s golden eyes, Levi gazed at the dark man with long tied back blonde hair in front of him.

His stomach dropped.

Why would that happen? He prepared himself for this meeting. His Kellan persona is nearly perfected, so there was nothing to worry about. This wasn’t even a big deal in the first place, the guy might not even prove to be useful. Why would he have a reaction like this to seeing someone he had seen millions of times? Maybe it was Kellan himself reacting to seeing Brax? Kellan’s subconscious still proved to be active previously, afterall.

Levi’s concern definitely cause a delay in his reaction time and realizing that almost made his stomach do another flip.
He pushed himself out of his chair. “Brax!” Without hesitation, his arms were already embracing Brax and he chuckled with delight. Kellan wouldn’t have hesitated, he never did. Even after not seeing or talking with Brax for months, even a year. Actually, this is the first time they have met for roughly a year now. Last time they saw each other they were parting ways because of a rather unfortunate issue. Which, Levi would be happy to disclose some information about that soon.

Their embrace ended and the two took their seats.
Levi kept a warm smile on Kellan’s face. “I’m really happy you could make it today, and I really mean that. So thank you for taking time to meet with me,” he said, actually being genuine though he would have worded it in a much less sappy way if it were up to him. “I missed you,” he murmured as if he didn’t really want Brax to hear. Kellan always got so sentimental when they saw each other again after fights. And even if it was Brax’s fault Kellan would immediately forgive the guy no matter what. Levi was constantly amazed at how malleable Kellan was for his tan beefcake.


Levi held up the bottle Priorat, “Wine?”