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 Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 9:09 am
It was a rather typical day at the library. As usual, there was the sound of children running about with the pitter-pattering of their tiny feet and the curious sounds of chirping birds, the gentleness of rustling trees and the soothing music of running water that mysteriously echoed throughout the building. If one could not see, they would have assumed they had wandered through a door that led them to a haven of nature's finest, but in actuality, the beautiful symphony was merely the everyday work of the rather strange and endless Library.
However, amongst the harmonious sounds that rang melodically, there was one sound that wasn't as pleasant. There, among the many books littered on the ground of the first floor, stood a rather annoyed looking young man who seemed to have taken on the rather tiring task of organizing all of the misplaced books. He grumbled to himself, his bright orange eyes flaring past dark bangs that hung carelessly, sweeping in front his forehead. He muttered to himself rather bitterly as he glared holes into the books he picked up and placed back in order. It seemed rather odd, that such a young man would be there, putting things back when his expression read that he clearly had something better to do. His striking appearance matched that of the librarian and the atmosphere of the building but he seemed, nonetheless, out of place. It didn't help that it was a natural assumption that the only grown man around was Ink.
"Damn that Azrael. Imprisoning me here only to organize books. I had a high position back in Hell to uphold and look at me now, overpowered by a mere librarian who summoned me on a whim. How ridiculous. How is such a librarian powerful anyways? He even has a name of an angel.... I'll get him one of these days." He spat viciously as he picked up another spine.
Ah, yes. It was like any other typical day at the library.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 9:39 am
"ALTAR NEVARUS! GET BACK HERE IMMEDIATELY!"
Whoops. Gotta jet.
Biting down on his sandwich, the young man ducked away as quickly as possible. It wasn't like him to be flustered, shocked, or even bother to run. God knows he had enough money to fire any damn teacher he wanted. But once in a while, the heir would screw up and give in to human emotions. That is, the natural want to shy away from authority. Especially when he was planning to do something bad.
Well, it wasn't so bad in his eyes. Altar did it often.
Ducking into a grand hallway, the man glanced one way, then the other. Deciding on neither, he dashed in a straight line. He could hear the sound of his superior after him. Those high heels were hard to ignore-- But ignore he did, skidding on the well polished marble floor and barely turning the corner without falling over. He lost his sandwich on the way, but that didn't matter at the moment. Altar just wanted to get out of the damn university.
It was a university, wasn't it?
So theoretically, they shouldn't care that he didn't show up for lectures?
"ALTAR! Don't make me ask you again!"
Damn that old hag. Shut up and stop following like a good woman. In fact, get back in the kitchen where you belong.
Gritting his teeth, Altar continued to run. He wasn't athletic, but he can sure sprint if he wanted, even if it was only for a short distance.
Unfortunately, it seemed like even a woman in heels could run faster than he. That was why he didn't like older women. They weren't cute, they weren't malleable. They just weren't useable like the cute little girls he was used to courting.
In the short two minute race, Altar finally came to a stop. He would like to say it was because he had reached a dead end [He had, actually. Shows him for not knowing the layout of the university even half way through the year.], but in truth, he had run out of breath.
So there they were. The two of them. The delinquint and the teacher-- it was almost like a laughable hentai story. Except in this case, he knew full well that his teacher wasn't going to start stripping for him then and there. It wasn't like he wanted it, either. His teacher wasn't attractive in the least. At least, not to him. She was boring, average, breasts not big enough, eyes too spaced apart, not enough makeup to cover those wrinkles. Gross.
"Got you........ Now, then--"
Blah, blah, blah.
Altar leaned over, trying to regain his breath. But as the older one began to move down the hall, thinking she had finally trapped her student, the man spared a glance out the window beside him.
Well, they were only on the second story... And if he was correct, there should be a pond just outside..........
The teacher screamed. Altar was sure of this, because the pitch broke even the insane pounding of his heart and the blood rushing in his ears. Was he stupid for jumping from the second floor?
Splash.
Oh right, he wasn't particularly good at swimming.
Surfacing with a splutter, Altar spat out dirty pond water as he splashed his way to the edge of the pond. Wow, was the pond always so small? He was glad he actually hit the water instead of the pavement. In fact, any closer to any edge and he would have been a pile of bloody, dead mess. No time to think about that now.
Pausing only briefly to glance up, Altar didn't mind that his teacher didn't seem to be there. Perhaps she had fainted? It wasn't his problem. For now, he had to leave. His body was starting to become weak and numb, the full scare of what he had just done finally starting to kick in. For how smart he thought he was, even the heir had to admit that he was terribly stupid sometime.
Ten minutes later, Altar found himself at the library he frequented. It was the closest place he could think of, and if he had called a limo to pick him up, his mother would throw a fit. Not as if she wouldn't anyway, given that the university was sure to tell her. Like they always did. But he'd rather put that session off for now.
The man emptied the water from his shoes and dried himself at the door the best he could. He must have looked crazy, but appearances didn't matter when you're already looking like a drowned dog. He just hoped that the first person he found today was Ink, and he hoped that Ink had a spare change of clothes for him.
Putting on his shoes, Altar snuck inside. For one who didn't really care about appearances when he was wringing himself at the door, he sure as hell was trying to keep from being seen.
Ducking from bookshelf to bookshelf, the man was doing a good job of it, too. Until he stepped backwards and bumped into someone. Well, s**t. Let's hope it's Ink.
Altar closed his eyes. Please, god, let it be Ink. And turned around.
Seemed like God didn't like him very much.
It was easy to tell, even from one partially opened eye. This person was anyone but the man he was looking for. It was evident from the dark hair, the different posture, height..... Well, s**t. God didn't like him very much.
If he had been on the ball, he would have noted that he hadn't seen this person before. But he wasn't, and so Altar just stood there and stared. No apology, no sound.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 10:06 am
"RAYMUUUUN." A child's voice called, ringing loud and clear as it descended floor after floor from the high up balcony it originated from. Rayne looked up, glaring at the small speck of a child who leaned rather dangerously over the edge to look at the tall man on the first floor.
"IT'S RAYNE, YOU BRAT. WHAT DO YOU WANT?" He yelled back in irritation before looking back at the book in his hand "Ugh... what's this book doing here?" He said to himself before placing it on the side.
"WHERE'S IIIINK?" The child shouted and a mass of other voices seemed to join in the discussion, asking virtually the exact same question.
He ground his teeth, his canines showing as he tilted his head back and replied rather confidently "I ATE HIM."
There was a cry of disbelief before the children began to scatter about, restarting their adventurous search for the librarian, leaving Rayne chuckling in a satisfied manner. He narrowed his eyes as he read the small script on the spine of a book before opening it. 'Daemons & Angels' it read, curious, he opened it and began to flip through the pages. The book spoke of the typical history between Heaven and Hell, it was a rather cliched story and most of it untrue, but they had at least kept key figures like Beezlebub and such. Man, he really disliked Beezlebub, ever since he was a child, the man was a bit older than he, by a few mere centuries, and he always tried everything to make his life miserable. Of course, he had eventually given up to take on his powerful position and Rayne had grown up too. Only now, he hadn't managed to retain his standing and was currently in the surface world.
It all started on the century anniversary of having held his position as one of the Highest Noble heads. He had been merely preparing himself for the festivities that had been prepared for him in celebration, or rather, he had been much too unconcerned with it that instead of changing and coming up with a speech, he sat silently, reading a book he had recently discovered in his family's archives. Suddenly, he felt a strange pull, an undeniable pull that he couldn't refuse. Surely, he was being summoned. Of course, it was a surprise, it was a rare thing for such a powerful demon as himself to be successfully called. Whoever it was had immense power, without a doubt.
He had decided on a dramatic entrance when he had arrived, it was a natural time killer, that was. Besides, it made things interesting. If the person was a greenhorn and doing an immense summoning without knowing the consequences, he might be able to make the person cower in fear and overtake them. So he came in with all the works, the burst of flames with the licking blue, orange and red. He even put effort into the making the room tremble and distort only to see that the man was completely calm, which to say the least, was a completely downer.
Settling the fire a bit but not enough to make the heat stop rumbling, he asked in a deep and low sort of chocolately, resonating voice "What is that you desire from me?"
Rayne had figured that the man was the type to, you know, have a completely calm and gentle face but actually be a complete psychopath underneath. The smiling face of the man still remained and he opened his mouth slowly and said in a velvety smooth voice "I need some help cleaning the library. So, can you put away the books on the ninth or tenth floor?"
It was at that moment that Rayne realized, that he was in a world of trouble and all he had to say for it was "You got to be ******** kidding me."
So there he was, a long time pass, and he was still there, organizing books when he could have helped someone with world domination.
Sighing, he shut the book and resumed placing books back, only to have it fly from his hand as he felt someone collide into him. Having been to distracted to notice another person's presence, he was surprised. He looked down with curious amber eyes at the man. It was a human, in his twenties perhaps and looking as if he was having the crappiest day ever and he probably was seeing as he was all drenched.
Rayne turned and looked at him expectantly, awaiting some sort of apology or 'Excuse me' only to find that the man wasn't about to give it. He frowned, his eyes glowing bit as he stared at the man in return.
"Can I help you?" He asked, his voice a bit stony but breaking the silence, regardless.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 10:49 am
"Uh."
Altar blinked. He wasn't reacting terribly fast, as the shock from earlier, combined from fatigue of skipping lunch and his earlier physical exertion leaving his mind a complete blank. He was sure that if his mind had another body to tend to, it would have simply said '******** it' and skipped off to inhabit a less demanding soul.
But fortunately, that wasn't how things worked.
"Yes.... Where is Ink?"
Finally gathering his senses, the man's frown deepend. With bright green eyes fully open, Altar found himself staring.
Glowing...
Those eyes...
What the ******** than being scared and completely ignoring the aura the demon emitted, the man frowned. The only thought in his mind repeated itself, and if the other had replied to him immediately, he wouldn't have caught it.
Glowing eyes. Glowing eyes. What the ********? Glowing eyes. What the ********/>... Can I get contacts like that for a couple grand?
"Your eyes are glowing."
And then rather lamely, he just had to go and point out the obvious. But could one blame him? His mind was entirely wrapped around that single central ******** creepy.
He normally was better than this-- Cooler, sleeker, sexier. [Respectively, in his own opinion.] Just not when he was completely wet, his stylishly cut bangs covering one eye without its usual gleam and silkiness, and Rayne was correct. He was generally just having a shitty day.
After all, it was a doubtlessly shitty day to be beaten by a woman who didn't know her place.
For all his inner dialogue, however, it is important to know that Altar is only sexist to certain age groups of women. He actually really liked girls-- when they were quiet, obedient, friendly, and generally willing to be violated by him. Sure, some could call him scum, but at least he was willing to admit that much. In his own way, Altar had his own haphazard code of honesty he stuck by. It wasn't his fault that no one could hope to ever decipher that code.
Clearing his throat awkwardly, as if that would erase his stupidity, Altar began to return more to his old self. Strangling what was left of his pride and locking it somewhere at the bottom of his heart, the man held out both arms slightly and shrugged, causing water droplets to cascade down his expensive leather jacket. It was ruined now-- completely and utterly. That was another couple thousand down the drain.
Another typical day indeed.
"I need his help, for obvious reasons. Unless you can somehow get me a change of clothes?"
His tone held the slight lilt of mockery. Altar probably shouldn't have done that considering he was asking for help, but sometimes things tended to slip into his voice without him noticing. That was how he had been born and raised-- there was nobody to tell him better. Which was why the man was often so confused when he found himself alone and outcasted. He can be such an a*****e, and the most frustrating part was that he didn't know it. If people told him, he'd simply disregard that as them being short tempered.
Besides, this one....... Just rubbed him wrong. Something about the feeling he gave. Was it that feeling of power?
Well, at least he was taller. Hahaha... Was he? He'd have to stand closer to see.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 11:11 am
Rayne grit his teeth. Damn it. The guy was taller than him. Ah well, yet another person to put on the list for 'Top people to kill once let free'. He cocked an eyebrow at the young man due to his clear lack of available vocabulary. Pity. He looked like, at least, a man with mild intelligence.
The demon grunted as he went to pick up the book he dropped and put it back into the bookshelf "Not here, as the children may be able to tell you sooner or later once they discover their continuous search fruitless. He went to visit an old friend, he won't be back for a while." He replied curtly, not feeling up to going into detail.
He thought that, once after explaining the situation to the stranger, the boy would up and leave him the hell alone. However, he just stared, observing him almost creepily and obnoxiously, to the point he wanted to just punch the man in the face. However, it wasn't an option due to the fact the children would tattle on him to Ink and the librarian would be left with a stain on a carpet and a bleeding man.
He rolled his eyes at the statement and he sighed once again in exasperation "Uh... thanks for the observation." He replied sarcastically, not even bothering to look at the drenched fish anymore.
Who was this kid anyways? Another weird friend of Azrael? Surely, that was the case. He always did attract the odd ones, he was never good at making 'normal' friends.
When the person made the next statement he restrained the need to groan and only leaned against the bookshelf in slight fatigue before looking over at the human. He studied him for a minute, his eyes calmer as he looked him up and down. "******** me if all humans are like this. A pretty face but not a speck of respect." He snorted before standing up straight "Follow me." he muttered, heading off to room past the bookshelves as he pulled out a set of keys from his pocket "I'd rather you not dripping all over the carpet."
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 11:25 am
Oh, cool. He can get me a change of clothes?
The thought surfaced itself momentarily, but without further speculation on it, Altar merely shoved it away. It was a surprise he hadn't been killed or kidnapped yet, for how willing he was to trust strangers that lead him into back rooms.
Obviously, his mother didn't do a very good job at teaching him common sense. But that was okay, he was still alive and perfectly untraumatized so far.
At the demon's words, Altar quirked a brow. It couldn't really be seen, given that his bangs covered his eyebrows, but his baffled expression was clear. Who was this guy to go off proclaiming anything about 'humans'? Sure, he had cool glowing eyes, but that didn't make him a different species.
... Holy s**t, did it?
While Altar wasn't a superstitious man by any means, he had been raised in a Catholic family. So even if he disregarded all other teachings as bullshit, he did believe in the existence of higher beings to some extent. It would also explain the power that bothered him so much.
"No thanks. I prefer girls."
Not really digesting the other's words but identifying it as an insult, the man shot off the first comeback that surfaced. It wasn't particularly cunning as he might have wished for, but it still did the trick....... No, not really. Why was he so incredibly lame today?
"What are you?"
Fine, he'd play along.... With more of his dumb ******** this today.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 11:36 am
The man clearly wasn't, as humans often put, the brightest crayon in the box. He seemed to interpret his words on a basic level or maybe he just didn't comprehend his words as a whole. Somehow, at the moment, he wouldn't really doubt it.
He laughed a loud once the man had made a statement that he preferred girls and he shot a look over at the human that read 'You're a ******** idiot'. "Trust me, I have no preference, man or woman but you're not my type. I'm not into morons." He retorted mockingly before chuckling at the thought as he twirled the chain of keys around his fingers.
What a stupid boy.
He flipped the ring of keys around and caught one without looking and he approached the door, quickly unlocking it. As he placed the keys back in his pocket, he smirked at the young man and shrugged "What am I? What do you think?" He asked, unwilling to provide the answer "Wait here and don't move."
Slipping behind the door, it wasn't long before he came back out with a set of clothes identical to the ones the man was wearing. He then pointed to a room to the left "Go in there to change. Make sure you don't wreck these ones too, boy." He stated jokingly and almost expectantly, as if he implied that the human was a clutz.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 11:49 am
Altar chewed on his bottom lip, willing himself to shoot back a reply. It was hard when even his subconscience agreed. That only served to piss him off even more. As they got closer to their destination, the man took to worrying the cross around his neck. It was a habit he had taken up whenever he was uncomfortable or just generally shut off.
Thankfully, Rayne's next words were quick to take Altar's one track mind off his failed come backs.
Taking the words a bit more seriously than he probably should, Altar screwed up his expression as he thought it over. From deductive reasoning, the aura he got was unpleasant-- but that could be just him. Even so, that was the best thing he had, so he'll go with it. Unpleasant as hell, condescending as hell, annoying as hell... Conclusion: Rayne was from Hell.
Further conclusion-- Rayne was a demon? From Hell?
Maybe he wasn't as stupid as the other would have wrote him off to be.
No wait-- that can't be right. Why would Ink ever have a demon around the library? That made no sense. Of all things, wouldn't the other man have rather summoned an angel?
"You're a-- ........... Thanks."
Blinking as he was presented with the exact same clothes he had ruined, Altar felt the fabric over twice. It was real and he wasn't dreaming. There was no way Ink would have kept something like that, unless he was some sort of creepy stalker that the heir wasn't aware of.
Even if he was a creepy stalker, the librarian couldn't possibly do creepy stalkery things so quickly. His jacket had been new, bought just yesterday and he had never worn it into the library before.
Alright, so maybe there were some things that couldn't be written off as just merely coincidence. Fine.
"What are you?"
Altar asked one last time. While he wasn't expecting a straightforward answer, the man's eyes had narrowed. His usual devil-may-care attitude had vanished, leaving a serious, determined aura in its wake. He'd find out eventually, no matter how many strings he had to pull. It would be easier if Rayne just told him.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 12:02 pm
Rayne clicked his tongue as he waited for the man to come back out. The stranger seemed to fiddle curiously with pendant around his neck, it was a cross from what he could tell, was he religious perhaps. How fun.
He wondered what the boy was going to say earlier before he had taken the clothes and disappeared into the room. There was no way he would have guessed so quickly, after all, he didn't really seem to observant.
He leaned against the wall and groaned. Speaking of love interest of sexual activity, he had been lacking it for a long time now. For centuries he remained cooped up in the library and that damned Azrael wasn't about to let him go off and have fun.
The man stepped out, looking significantly drier than he was before and Rayne gave a satisfied look as he pushed himself off the wall. He had half expected the man to go on his way peacefully then but instead, he simply pursued the topic from earlier, forcing Rayne back into his irritated self.
He scowled and folded his arms "Hmph. I'm not exactly sure if that's any of your concern really. Why don't you run along now and be on your way, I've got work to do." He said, waving his hand as a gesture of shooing the human off as if he were a child. Despite his nonchalant attitude, he was mildly fascinated by how the strange became so serious suddenly.
Personally, he kind of wanted to say 'your worst nightmare.'
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 12:13 pm
Altar tugged at his jacket, zipping it up despite the warmth of the library. Sweeping his bangs to one side and clearly out of his eyes, the man simply stood where he was. It felt good to be so dry and warm, and he wasn't in a hurry to go anywhere after ditching his afternoon classes.
"It may not be of my concern, but I want to know. Humans are curious, aren't they? Are you a demon?"
Even his manner of speech had changed. While Altar always held a sort of forced elegance in him from his wealthy upbringing, he rarely showed it when he was tired and flustered-- both of which he was when he had stepped into the library ten minutes ago. It was as if someone had flipped a switch on him and erased the childlike antics he had barged in with.
Leaving his cross to display on the tan of his jacket, Altar took a few paces closer to Rayne, locking gazes with the other. Perhaps there was no helping his stupidity-- but at least he didn't walk with the indignant, erratic movements of a drunk cat anymore. He was posed and confident, his elegance returning with each step.
"Did Ink summon you?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 12:25 pm
Now the human was acting an arrogant, poised and spoiled prince. Basically, just like how Rayne acted most of the time. Lovely.
"And what are you? An exorcist?" Rayne replied with heavy sarcasm "Yes, humans are curious, and that's how they get themselves killed."
It was like the kid's personality did a one-eighty and suddenly he elegant and confident. It disgusted Rayne only because it reminded him of himself. His upbringing, his overly-confident approach and the lack of fear. It also bothered him that a human had the guts to speak to him in such a manner. He wanted to burn him up and dump his body in the far unknown corner of the library, then send his soul to deepest most horrifying reaches of Hell.
The man stepped forward, his cross showing. It seemed Rayne was right, he did have religious roots. He growled. Ignorant fool.
Damn it. The man really was taller than him.
"Watch your tongue, human. You're beginning to irritate me to the point my self-restraint my start failing. Who do you think you are?" He spat viciously "Arrogantly approaching someone you think a demon and revealing your cross. Even if I was a demon, what would that mean to you anyhow? It is no concern of yours, as I said before."
Rayne stood in his place and his eyes flared again.
"I suggest you leave."
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 12:40 pm
Oh? Interesting. He admitted it.
Despite the other's words, full lips twitched into an amused smirk. Maybe he had been born this way, maybe he had gone a little crazy from his isolated upbringing. Maybe, much more likely, he simply didn't know 'fear' of another being that looked human, having sat on the highest rung of the metaphorical ladder for so long.
A hand came in contact with the wall Rayne leaned on, the heir not thinking twice of invading the demon's space. His whole, entire one inch height advantage made him very smug indeed.
"Go ahead and kill me, then. I'm sure Ink would approve... Wouldn't he? And as you said, he's not even around. It wouldn't take long to figure out how to undo your... Pact, before he gets back, would it?"
The man smiled, flirtatious and daring. He was completely unfazed by the power rift in the air-- it didn't matter to him. Perhaps he had always been a little suicidal.
Actually, one would have to be to take the risks he did. Often, humans were just as violent, if not even more violent than demons. It made no difference to Altar however, as long as there was a humanoid appearance-- and an attractive one at that.
Maybe he should ask Ink if he could have this one?
.... Hahahaha, what was he, stupid?
Oh.... That was right. He was running off an assumption and there was no telling whether Rayne really was a demon bound by contracts or deals. There was also no way of knowing whether the other was going to tear him to a thousand pieces now.
Well... s**t, too late to be scared.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 1:17 pm
Rayne smirked "An powerless being like you wouldn't be able to undo our pact even if you tried. Our business is strictly between the two of us, only my master can let me go." His expression at this moment turned sour "You wouldn't even be able to find the way to break it for you don't even know who I am. Thus, your arrogance gets the best of you. I could have insolent fools like you beheaded if I wished, hell, I could do it myself right now.
"Don't think that you could scare me, boy. You're centuries too early to be acting all high and mighty."
Smacking his arm away and giving him a rough push, he restrained himself as to not break any of the human's bones, but put enough force into it to make any man crashing back.
Rayned sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he stared rather icily at the man "You're lucky I'm taking Azrael into consideration right now. Otherwise, I'd rip you apart." His expression then softened and he glanced at the clock "Ah... it's nearing noon soon. Damn it, I've wasted a lot of time."
He looked back at the young man and smirked "Go run along now, child. You're not nearly old enough for me."
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 1:29 pm
Altar blinked, cocking his head to one side. The demon had misunderstood his words-- But oh well, it didn't matter.
Stumbling back a few paces, the man easily regained his balance. For all the delicacy and elegance he possessed, and for his lack of interest in running, he was actually quite healthy in mind and body; with faster reflexes than the average.
"I'm hardly trying to scare you." More like...... What was he trying to do? He wasn't sure, but it seemed more fun this way. Maybe he really was suicidal.
The man flashed a self confidant smirk in response. Oh man, he was starting to hate this guy-- demon-- more and more. But at the same time, it was interesting.
Straightening up, the heir simply put his hands into his pockets, tapping the front of one expensive boot on the marble floor before facing the demon head on again, completely unfazed. He was used to rejection, but he rarely pursued it.
"Kill, annihilate, destroy-- Whatever."
Glancing out the window, Altar's smirk gave way to a momentary frown. Alright, so maybe he was taking to being rejected a lot harsher than he should by now, but damn it all.
"When's Ink-- Azrael coming back? I'm staying here till he gets back, so tough. Go ahead and kill me, I'm sure killing someone for annoying you is totally justifiable in his eyes."
Sharp eyes glanced back to the demon, a smug smile forced in the way of his frown. Enough to flash his unnaturally sharp canines.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 1:40 pm
Rayne rolled his eyes and looked over the man again who was glaring at him. He pretended not to notice. "You, human, do not know your place. Why you're associated with Azrael if you can not even tell his heart just by looking at him. He's not like me, who'd kill someone because they're an annoyance, a stain in my life. Great than that pathetic angel and yet the same, he's gentler than I am. Yet, he's a cruel one, innocently stripping me of everything I had for so long." He narrowed his eyes "What do you know of death, to be so plainly asking to be killed. Naive as the day you were born, you're much too young to know what it's like to have your life taken from you. Ignorance, is what makes you encourage death, but you don't know how many wish they could live again."
He let out a heavy breath and turned around, his long dark hair sweeping behind me "I've wasted my energy with this nonsense. Leave me be, human. I've no desire of speaking with you anymore. Feel free to stay as long as you like, just stay out of my way."
He continued on his way back to his work, wiping all concern of the man away from his mind. This was why he hated humans. So insignificant pretending to have importance. They should know their place in the world as mere pawns.
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