The underdark [1 on1 - FULL]

[Lord Sethael]

The underdark, a treacherous place where the weak dies in a matter of minutes and the strong thrive trough deceit and lies. A world underneath the surface that extends far and wide yet light is unknown and despised, all creatures who live here thrive and succeed in darkness. A world where there Drow elves rule, a world where the wonderful and mystical city of Menzoberranzan witnesses the most horrible and despicable acts all in the name of the spider queen goddess Lloth. Yet as chaotic as the drows may be a system of rules and codes exist, a ladder of power, the houses of the underdark that are led by the fiercest and cunning of women as their society is mostly matriarchal. Women had all the power and males were just tools, servants who only lived to spawn and serve the vile plans of the matrons and the will of the spider goddess in order to gain her favor. To have Lloth's favor meant only one thing, survival, power, and success like no other. The proof of this was the first house of Menzoberranzan. One of the oldest, most powerful, and feared of them all. House Baenre.


Baenre Map

[Cherri Midnight]

Silence hung about the corridor, spilling into the room of a young girl. It was done up in a rather odd way, but then again it was the room of a fairly odd girl. The previous week was her first inside this place known as the Underdark, before that she lived on the surface with her Mother.

It had been arranged far before her birth, her Father agreeing that it would be fine for her to live among her Mother’s people. As long as she was returned a few years in so that she may take hold of her more proper roots. By that, he meant she was to live as a Drow and not as a Surface Elf.

So when the time had come, she ventured into the Underdark, being into her father’s embrace as his only proper heir. Why choose a half-blood as an heir? Well, because while she grew inside her mother, he had seen a great source of power that would be use to not only him…but also the entire Baenre house. This being of great power yet to come, came to be named May’riina.

She was stirring, after resting most of a week. Her eyelids no longer felt heavy, nor did her heart ache to be among her mother’s people. They had treated her well enough, but she was always missing something. Something that was returned when she came to be inside this place known as The Underdark.

Mar’riina pushed up from her bed, the cushion soft to the touch. So much so, that even her small delicate body sank down into it. Her hair was white as the feathers of a dove, her eyes not red but rather dark and black. The tone of her flesh not black like her Father’s, but paled to look nearly purple. Her body was that of a young girl, who had barely begun to mature. It was slender with few curves, even her chest being fairly small and nearly invisible beneath a flimsy white gown that she wore to bed. Overall the girl was rather cute to say, but it was clear in her form she was not a pure blood.

Her gaze drifted about the room, seeing many different things that were brought here to help her transition be easier. It was done up to be elegant, that for a young girl who wished to be treated as a princess. But also she had many shelves that held strange things that were still unknown to her, along with books that could help while she learnt of the powerful magic her Drow side held.

All this is mine, she reminded her self as she climbed from the bed, her toes curling as she set foot on the cold ground. I am not just an Elf…I am a Drow Elf, that is why they did not accept me completely up there… May’riina crossed the floor with gentle steps, part of her fearful to let anyone know she had awaken. Standing before a great sized bookcase, the young girl stood on tiptoe. She was barely able to reach the third shelf with an extended arm, due to her short stature. But a large, leather bound book with red gems encrusted into the binding had caught her eye. She made her way to the door, peeking out to see if anyone lingered in the corridor where her room lies. She did not know where her father’s room was, and still did not know everyone in the house. So to wander would not only be a brave thing to do, but also a foolish move.

[Lord Sethael]

"Is this what you want?" Said a boy holding the book she tried to reach in his hands, his skin black as ebony and his hair down to his shoulders, white as ivory. There was something odd about his eyes, one of them was white and red like any average drow. His right eye though was black as the abyss that spawned its ancestors ornamented with a golden dragon-like iris that could send shivers down the spine of the most fearsome of warriors in that house. In fact, he was feared by many and this made him a rather large target as he was only a slave. His death wouldn't stirr much trouble but only the one his master would stir. Which happened to be May'riina's father. A boy captured when he was only eight by a search party in a small raid where they captured many others and turned them into slaves, the most prized of them all was his as the boy possessed the power to walk trough shadows yet that was all he had shown them. The boy had many tricks under his sleeves, a collar of command was wrapped around his neck yet the magic of it seemed to be nullified by some reason. No one ever noticed it, the boy had used his magical knowledge to block it out allowing him to use his natural abilities. "You're different like me... You don't seem to be my master's daughter... You don't like like any other drow, are you a demon as well?" the boy asked as he stepped forward, small horns pertruded his forehead and rather large bat-like wings sprouted from his back yet they were binded by an iron ring that kept them cramped up and unable to spread. He was much taller than her, a blank and cold expression on his face could be seen as the dim light of the faerie fires lit his face and revealed all of his demonic features. He was a fearsome boy, but something about him seemed to be rather different, there was no ill intent in his eyes...

[Cherri Midnight]

Turning in slight May’riina moved fairly slowly. She had not thought anyone would be in the room with her, so to hear a male voice sent shivers down her spine. The first thing she took notice of, was how dark his flesh was compared to her own. Her gaze traveling along the lines of his face, all the way to the small horns that she could not help but find adorable. As her eyes stopped skimming over him, she settled a dull dark gaze on his eyes. They were interesting enough, and May’riina could not help but cross the floor towards him. Her legs moved against the soft fabric of the lily-white gown as she stepped closer. Then raising her hands she reached out, her fingertips touching the book gently. “Yes it is,” such short words, from a soft delicate voice. Taking the book from the boy, she brought it against her chest, folding her arms around it as she clung to the source of knowledge.

When he mentioned she was different, every hair on the back of her neck stood on end. May’riina felt her posture become ridged, her gaze dropping from his face. It was true, she was very different indeed…but hopefully he would not find out just why. After all, being part Surface Elf made her lower than other Drow. “Your Master,” she asked in a trembling way? Her body showed a slight shiver, for the nerves of being alone with someone from the place made her a bit more than nervous.

Something caught her eye though. And without fear the half-blood moved around him gracefully. She brought a hand up, touching his arm gently as she peered around to his back. Her darkened eyes widening slightly when she saw the wings. Then in a sound crossed between a coo and a purr, she spoke, “Why do you wear such rings? They look uncomfortable…” The young girl did not know he was a slave, for the concept was unknown in the place she grew up.

[Lord Sethael]

As she took the book the boy bowed before her and placed one hand over the other in front of him. He was very submissive unlike his kind, he had no other choice. One slip up and most likely they would kill him instead of punishing him like his kind. Even tha ura about the boy was dark and dreadful. This was why many were so bothered by the boy, he was a demon, a halfblood. And he had powers and attributes many in there desired for themselves. Jealosy and envy were his banes. The moment her hand touched his arm the boy winced and slowly took a step back out of fear, no one had ever laid hands on him before without an ill intent. His lips parted to apologize right away and beg for forgiveness yet she only seemed curious about him, this puzzled him. Her eyes, they werent hateful nor filled with envy. It was something else. He didnt know what it was. "You mean the rings on my wings? I am not allowed to fly hece why they are kept like this. I'm a slave, im your father's slave. And yours as well.I am to do everything your heart desires, master." The boy replied with a confident tone as he kept his head down, his eyes away from hers as it was but a serious violation. To look in their master's eyes was a punishable offense, often by a whipping. If the master was severe enough then they would use a more deadlier punishment, they would use a whip made with a filament so thin and so vile it would slice into flesh like a hot knife trough butter. Her touch made him wince, he was nervous. She never had a girl this close before to him and no one else ever spoke to him in such a manner. She was different indeed. The robes she was wearing called his attention as they were white, those weren't the house silks everyone wore. The boy was wearing a slim silk shirt made of perhaps the worst scraps of silk they had, it was dirty, a few blood stains could be noticed on it as well. Perhaps it was his. "How come you're not wearing the house silks? I've never seen a gown like yours before... Are you from another house?" He asked in a rather humble and soft tone to his voice...

[Cherri Midnight]

A smile played across her lips, a bit surprised to see him bowing to her. She could not help her self but let out a small laugh, something she had not done since arriving in the Underdark. But the news that he belonged to another, her father no less, came as a bit of a shock.

May’riina brought a hand up, this time not giving him a chance to pull away as she laid her palm flat against his cheek. She brought her hand down and cupped his chin, lifting gently to force him into looking at her. Eyes shined in a light, despite the darkness they held. Such kindness swam inside those shady orbs that were eyes. She did not act like her father, or the Drow she had encountered over the past few days. No, she was much gentler and almost loving in every way. Her head was tipped back, so that she could look up into his face. “Well do not fear to speak freely around me dear. I am not from this place…and where I am from we do not keep binds on others, not on their actions…or tongues.” Her hand withdrew from touching him, once she had said her piece. After all she wanted to make a good impression on her father, and if he saw her acting in such a way there would surely be a lashing in store.

When he drew attention to her manner of dress, a smile crept its way over her face. She set the heavy book on the edge of the shelf; careful to make sure it wouldn’t fall. The girl then ran her hands along the sides of her long white gown. It was tight to her slender form, with a low-scooped neck. Her small yet perky chest was barely visible behind the flimsy material. The very bottom of her gown fell around her ankles in a light lace frill, and the arms came all the way down to fall slightly on her hands. “I brought it with me,” she said within a soft tremble. “It was so cold down here that I could not wear my summer clothing…so instead I was forced to wear my sleep clothes from winter. But no matter, I shall grow more comfortable in such climate the more time I spend down here.” Her face took on a light blush, that caused the purple tone of her flesh to really pop. She had not meant to speak so freely, and nearly slipped up to say she was from the furface.

[Lord Sethael]

He held his breath as her hand touched his face and brought his gaze down to hers, peering into her dark eyes just seemed to make his heart sink deep into his chest with an odd feeling he had never felt before. For a minute, he thought he was under some sort of spell. The way she touched him, the way she treated him. It was all confusing and new, he wasn't complaining yet he was scared. Free to speak as he wished? A world where there were no binds on action and thought? What kind of house was this? Why did he had to end up in the most vile and powerful of houses? For a moment he was envious. He wanted that, but now at least he had a small piece of it and it was with her. "I-I... I shall do as you wish... mistress..." It was the only thing he could think of saying at the moment, he lacked for words. The way she made him feel was just overwhelming yet he somehow seemed to like it, made him feel different and helped him forget he was a slave. She had captivated him, as her lips parted to speak once more his ears perked up and allowed her words to flow freely into his ears, sweet as honey just like her voice. Once she mentioned she was cold the boy quickly had an idea and bowed before her as he quickly jumped into the shadows, he had forgotten he couldnt show his powers in front of others, specially his masters. He didnt cared. He wanted to please her in every way only now he was willing to do so, just for her. "I shall take care of that mistress!" The boy spat out with a smirk on his lips before he jumped into the shadows, vanishing completely out of sight. A while later the boy returned with a few gowns and robes mades of an exquisite, fine silk. It was black, trimmed with gold threads around the edges that gave anyone who wore look like royalty. It was the clothing nobles wore, specially females. A cloak was neatly folded in between the robes as well made with a thicker yet still fine material, the edges of it were trimmed with gold as well and a rather fancy golden clasp to keep it around the neck of the one who wore it. "This should keep you warm, these are the house silks." The boy remarked as he bowed before her once more....

[Cherri Midnight]

Shaking her head slowly Mar’riina let out a soft sigh. Even though she was to embrace the life a Drow, she did not want a slave. This was not in her ways, nor did she have faith that she could be controlling over another being. It was very odd for her to think in such a way, but that was all due to her up bringing. I am glad that I did not grow up down here, she thought in silence, such a cold place. And not once have I felt the warmth of the same love and care that fills my home…or at least my past home. For a moment she looked wistful, a bit homesick so to say.

As he jumped into action May’riina called out after him, “No you do not…” Her voice drifted off for a moment, and a slight frown appeared. She cocked her head off to the side as that frown deepened. “Need to go through any trouble for me,” she finished in a soft whisper. Her head bowed slightly as the thought echoed inside her mind, how was he able to disappear so quickly…

She turned, tracing her fingertips over the surface of the book’s cover. Her eyes drifted about the room and then back to the books. There was much she was going to need to learn, and in a way the young girl hoped that her new friend would be able to help her with such things. Maybe Father will let me take hold of this one on a personal level…just till I can get the hang of things down here.

When he returned a grin beamed across her face, and in a silky tone she drawled out, “You did not have to go through any trouble, but thank you.” Her gaze was fixated on the clothing that he held, and hurrying over she helped by taking the bundle against her slender and lithe body. With slow steady steps May’riina made her way back to the unmade bed, setting the clothing atop the thick blanket. She sat down on the edge, touching the fabric with soft strokes of her fingertips. “Such beautiful things, but dark…” Her gaze turned back to him, and a smile appeared. “Is everything so dark down here,” she asked with unknowing innocence.

Standing back up, May’riina turned so her back was to him. Her hands traveled down to her hips. She took the fabric in her grasp, lifting it up and over her head. There was nothing wrong with her body, and often she did not wear clothing when back in the village. Though for some reason next to this tall boy, May’riina felt even more underdeveloped than normal. Her mum had said she was a late bloomer, but with insecurities she just figured that her body would never bloom. After stripping off her gown, May’riina set it down by the fresh clothing, shifting through the gowns that had brought till she found something that looked like it would bring some warmth. She pulled on the first part, a slender straight gown that left her shoulders bare. The sleeves coming down much like her last, but instead of a ruffle they just cut off. The skirt of the gown flowed easily, but not use to such clothing she felt a bit out of sorts. Her face burned with a light blush, taking up a corset that was gold in color, with delicate black embroidering over it. As she worked it on, and did up the laced in the front, May’riina couldn’t help but mutter something under her breath. “Probably look a fool…” She finished the laces, and then turned back to face the young boy, her lengthy bone white hair pushed back behind her slight pointed ears.

[Lord Sethael]

"It was not trouble at all mistress, this is what im meant to do for you. Would you like me to make the bed up for you?" He asked as he noticed the bed was undone, for a moment he was about to lower his head yet he remembered she had told him not to. But once she started to change her clothes the boy quickly lowered his gaze as his skin became a shade darker, if that was actually possible. He was blushing. Her words ran in his head for a moment and stuttered as he tried not to look at her bare figure. He tried to come up with an answer but once more he was lacking the right words, the fact she smiled at him and spoke to him with such a voice it was all so amazing. For years he had been a slave and now he didn't mind being one at all as long as it was all for her. The girl that made his heart flutter. As she kept changing her clothes Shurvayas' finally was able to form a few words in his mind and tried to speak. "I-I... Yes, the clothing is rather dark mistress, but it seems to bother you... I thought these were colors all houses wore..." He was curious now, where was this girl from? Where did she come from exactly? Questions filled his mind yet he didn't cared now, all he cared was to please her and keep that smile on her lips. It was in fact the most beautiful thing he had ever seen his entire life. Yet once the girl was done getting dressed the boy looked up again, the robes were so fitting. They complimented her body nicely even though she was still fairly young. His heart fluttered once more and smirked as her words poured into his ears. He wanted to say she looked beautiful yet it wasn't his place, he was a slave. He couldn't say such things. "Its really not my place to say mistress. But one thing i can say is that you look nothing like a fool..."

[Cherri Midnight]

There was hesitation with her movements, her hand finally raising and un-tucking the white hair from behind her right ear. It fell forward, covering her right eye and part of her face. May’riina had always been a bit shy about the way she looked, so hiding behind her hair was not unusual. Seeing as back in the village her form did not fit among the other children. Besides the fact that everyone else seemed to grow up much faster, and her body was stunted, May’riina always took note to the other difference that showed even between her and her mother. There was the little thing of her flesh tone; in the brightest of suns it still looked to be a deep lilac. While others had hair rich in color, she felt to be lacking with locks the color of bone. Children teased her constantly, and adults were always kind. But she began to notice around her ninth year, it was the sort of kindness adults do when they rather not show how they truly are feeling.

Bringing her hand back down, she folded it together with the other one. Holding them at waist height May’riina bowed her head in a sort of shame. She would not have been able to hide it forever. But even she knew that eventually it would have to come out. “I suppose that they are colors normally worn by the houses…if you say so…” Another breath of hesitation came, and May’riina brought her gaze back up to him. She hurried across the room, pulling her door close so that no one walking by would overhear. Then turning the girl gave him a fierce look, which just looked wrong with her delicate features. She went back across the floor at a slow and steady pace, lifting the robe slightly so it would not drag the floor. “But I did not live at a house before coming here,” she said in a hiss of a whisper. Her eyes narrowed as if she was daring him to challenge her words. “I lived on the surface with my mother…and you are going to keep that to yourself, do you understand,” she asked sternly.

But then her gaze softened and May’riina brought her hand up quickly, looking at first as if she was going to strike him. Instead of hitting him though, her hand settled against his cheek in a gentle fashion, caressing the dark flesh. She stepped closer, speaking in a soft breathy tone, “Mother warned me that they might not treat me nicely if they knew where I was from…and I don’t want that. I was looked at funny up there…and wish to only fit in while down here.” Her gaze lowered slightly, and resting her forehead to his chest as she murmured softly, “I am sorry for not telling you sooner…”

[Lord Sethael]

As her eyes changed the boy quickly shrugged with disappointment as he wondered what did he do wrong, her smile had faded away and she looked rather different now. Her words poured into his ears and he felt his heart suddenly feel heavy as her was now harsh and spiteful. "I-i... Mistress i...." Before he could manage to get out a word he winced as she raised her hand and quickly braced himself for the hit yet he quickly calmed down and closed his eyes as he felt her touch once more, it was something he wasn't used to. His breathing was now slow and deep, the feelings that surged in him were strong, they were new. And the way she spoke, the way she grew up reminded him a lot of his own past. His current life as well. He sighed as he had the urge to wrap his arms around her yet he couldn't, he was a slave. "I know the feeling, that's how everyone treats me around here since i was captured... Only no one is ever kind to me, im kicked around and forced to do the hardest of the labor just because im a half-blood. Everyone looks at me with cold, hateful eyes and i know they all wish me dead. I sometimes go days without eating since im sure there's some who try to poison my food. I have to sneak out and pick mushrooms to eat and at least go a few more days without eating. I cant sleep at night because im afraid someone will kill me on my sleep, so... I disabled the magic on my collar to hide in the shadows. I hide in the shadows and use my powers to learn more about them. Mother taught me how to use them and a few ways to conjure items that would help me develop them furthers. I know how you feel mistress. I wont say a thing, in fact. This makes me want to serve you even more, i can make sure you have a better life here. Help you in anything i can so then you can rise trough the ranks, who knows. You might become an elite someday... I... Will be faithfully yours, is all i can do for you..." The boy whispered as the pain from his past and his present surface and made his right eye glow with a dim red aura...

[Cherri Midnight]

“Well you do not need to worry about such things anymore. I feel nothing but kindness towards you, and will be the one to bring you your food…” Those were the words she said as she brought her hand down. Bracing it to his shoulder so that she could pull her self up a bit on tiptoe and kiss his forehead. May’riina was a kind soul, who displayed kindness and tender feelings easily. She was nothing like her father, who had to get noticed by a woman by kidnapping her or raping her… The girl stepped back, fer touch leaving him a moment later for her hand had lingered. She moved towards her bed, and folding the top blanket back to a proper way May’riina went to work tucking it in at the edges. She was not use to having another take care of things, so having a slave tend to things she would normally do just seemed a bit absurd. “Maybe I can even talk to father about having you stay in my room from time to time,” she said in a soft dreamy voice. But realizing what she said May’riina felt her face deepen with a blush. She quickly added, “Till I get use to the new place is all…”

Once she was finished with the bed, the girl took the cloak up in her arms, wanting to bring it incase she caught a chill. Her head tipped off to the right, and a sweet smile crept along those deep purple lips. She crossed the room towards her door, but paused when she took notice that she had no clue where to go. May’riina looked back with a sort of lost look and mumbled in an embarrassed way, “Could you take me to my father?”

[Lord Sethael]

"T-Thank you mistress. You don't really have to do that, I-Its my job to bring you food after all there's no need to do that. Please, allow me to do this for you. Its all i can really do..." He muttered nervously as her words gave him a slight silver of hope, he wouldnt mind being a slave for her. Sleeping in her room would be the best thing in the world, he knew he would be safe and away from all harm. And he could also make sure she was safe as well. He was already becoming quite protective of her. As her lips touched his forehead he slowly closed his eyes and felt his heart skip a beat, she was so sweet. So kind to him. She was the only ray of light in his world, a world where darkness and despair had taken over and stripped him of the spark he had since he was a child. But this girl had just stepped into his life and brought it all back with a few loving gestures, she given him something he was craving for without even knowing. Affection. "If you wish me to stay i dont have any problem with that mistress, i could be here if you need anything and i could protect you with my own life as well if anyone tries to harm you..." The boy replied with a confident tone to his voice, he knew he was no match for some of the assassins that dwelled the shadows of House Baenre, but he could at least put up a fight and create enough noise for others to notice and jump in to help her and prevent the assassination. As she asked him to take her to his father the boy nodded and opened the door. Quickly stepping out as he motioned her to follow. He walked a few doors down and knocked one of the doors as he quickly stepped out of the way and lowered his head. He was before his master now, he wasnt like she was. Not at all...

[Cherri Midnight]

May’riina wiped the smile from her face, taking on a stony expression. The words her father had said the first moment he set eyes on her, still were ringing in the young girls ears. ‘Wipe that stupid grin off your face or someone will see you as being an easy target.’ She could see why one would view her in such a way, for there was very little cheer in this place that she had seen. In fact the only time May’riina had seen her father smile in the past week, was when he was inspecting her bow.

The door swung open, and a tall elegant man stood there. His flesh and lips were black as coal. His eyes a piercing red that seemed to glow out from darkness of his skin tone. Long white wispy locks of hair flowed down, tumbling over his shoulders. He was dressed in a set of robes that looked royal in form. His gaze set on the young girl at first, and for a second she thought the corners turned up. But as he shifted a look over to the slave that stood at her side, a throaty growl slipped out. “Playing with the livestock dear,” he asked his daughter in a gruff tone, but his eyes never left Shurvayas.

May’riina did not flinch; she stood as tall as possible. Her headset straight forward, and darkened gaze boring into her father’s face. At first nothing came out to answer her father, her gaze shifting over towards her new friend with a slightly guilty look. Please do not hate me for what I must say… She inhaled sharply and turned her gaze back towards her father. “Daddy, you are being so funny…but no.” She stepped forward, her tone of voice changing to a silky one as she cooed out, “I have been away from our home for so long…so do you not think that I should get a gift?” Her arms slipped around one of his, hugging her body against it.

The Drow tipped his head back. His eyes narrowing as he stared down at his daughter through slits. Then parting his lips with a slight snarl he ran a hand over the top of her hair. It was a show of affection, which was something he did not do very often. “I suppose you are right,” he drawled out cautiously, “I do owe you something for making you live on the surface for so long…”

May’riina released his arm, turning as if she was walking on air. Her lips curved into a smirk as she grabbed hold of the wrist of Shurvayas. She glanced back at her father over her shoulder, certain coldness to her tone. “Good then I will take this one as my gift,” she stated in a manner that told him to not argue with her.

For a moment her Father looked as if he was going to be angry. But then a hearty laugh burst out and he patted a slender hand atop her head. There was a sense of pride in his heir that he felt just then, and then turning swiftly he disappeared back into his room. Returning a few moments later with a black box, a gold clasp holding it closed. Then forcing it into the boy’s hand, who now was not his slave but his daughter’s personal property. He grunted softly, staring into his eyes. “Protect her well or I shall skin you alive and wear your flesh as a cloak…” He moved slightly to show into the room, two naked female Drow elves sitting on the edge of his bed. “But as you can see I have company…”

May’riina’s eyes widened slowly, her mouth falling open in shock. There was a bright pink tint on her cheeks as she trembled slightly. Bringing her hand up she touched her fingertips to the side of her head, stroking the soft white hair. What is he doing in there with them, she thought timidly.

[Lord Sethael]

As her father referred to him as livestock The boy lowered his head even more to hide the anger that brewed in his eyes and bit his lips hard enough to draw blood, hated when others treated him like he was a piece of trash. He was a demon, one with great and dreadful abilities that could easily lay waste to the place or at least take many with in in the process before meeting his own end. May'riina's voice eased his thoughts on the other hand, the turmoil of emotions within him slowly vanished as the sweet tone of her voice rang in his ears and made it all much more bearable. In fact, he had forgotten all about it already. He listened to the way he persuaded her father to hand over his ownership and held his breath as he tried to contain the excitement, the moment he went inside and grabbed the proof of it made his heart skip a beat, he was already eager to see that insignia in her hands and finally belong fully to her. This only meant one thing, she had already manage to own his heart with a simple act of kindness and affection, but now she owned his body as well. He was entirely and only hers. The man stepped out and placed the box in his hands, this was it? As he turned towards Shurvayas and ordered him to protect her with his life he proudly smirked as a vile smirk drew across his lips, his right eye glowed dimly as the boy raised his head and bowed before the man. His young yet corrupted aura suddenly permeated the air around him for a quick moment before it faded away. The words that left his lips were strong, confident and determined. They would make her mother proud if she was still alive. "I will live and die for her, master. Those who dare harm her shall meet a swift death by my hands even though im unable to use my powers... They shall pay..." He growled softly under his breath as he answered her father trying to reassure him that she couldnt be in better hands. Having a demon as a slave and a guardian was in fact a very odd yet convenient thing. As her father stepped out f the way and noticed the women on his bed he couldnt help but hold back a snicker, he already knew what was going on in there...