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 Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 7:15 pm
Rethken had been cruel, expelling Kian and his mother from the castle just because she was ill. She had wanted an audience with the King. If she could have just gotten proper medicine, everything would be okay now! They'd be there together...alive. Another sob shook through his body like an earthquake against the cold stone of the world. He buried his face in her shoulder, sobbing loudly. Fifteen years.... fifteen years old and alone in the world. He had no friends, and now no family. Though he did have one thing...
He had a burning memory of a vile man and a vile castle. All those nobles... every single one of them! Even the king, himself! Waltzing about in their finest garb while men and women starved, fought for their lives and worked as hard as they could for a living, and sometimes even then it wasn't good enough! Rage burned inside Kian, it burned so passionately he felt his fingers begin to shake and his legs burn; begging to run, to kick, to hit anything he could! Instead though, he cradled his dead mother, caressing her face as the rain continued to pour down on them, masking his tears, masking her scent... Masking everything...
He'd quieted down as the rain roared around him, his blue hair stuck to his face, but he paid no mind. He stared at his mother's body, though he wasn't truly seeing anymore. She was gone... This woman...this woman wasn't his mother. He sat back against the stone base of a building, staring out into the abyss. His fingers still shook as rage inside him, condensed harder and harder into the smallest bullet that could ignite the world aflame. His blue gaze was transfixed on his mother's corpse. A small giggle escaped his pouted lips. "I'll kill them mother... I swear I'll kill all of them. They made you suffer..." His tone was flat, void of anything remotely close to what some would consider "life." He smiled a wicked smile, spreading from ear to ear before he said, "I'll make them suffer..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 7:31 pm
⚔ HIS ⚔xxglacial blue eyes widened behind the mottled silk of his blindfold, long legs stumbling on the cobbled street as a surging wave of hate hit the man square in the chest, knocking him back a step. Oh, Faces, that was wonderful. Who..? He scanned the deserted streets, the roar of rain loud in his ears, and a tugging sensation pulled him towards an alley on the far side of the wide lane, dark and seemingly deserted. A frown marred the man's ivory features, but in contrast, a wide smile split his full lips. Oh, there certainly was something priceless down at the end. His footsteps were lost in the torrent of water as he crossed the broad street, hands clenched into fists at his sides.
His breathing quickened as he neared the mouth of the alleyway, feeling an immense pressure behind his eyes, urging him forward faster. Yes, there was someone there; filled with rage and anger, with grief and loss and pure, unadulterated loathing. Altais could taste it on his tongue, could feel it in the air, in the violent breeze. He ran the tip of his tongue across pointed canines, and due to his excitement they elongated. Perhaps he could find what he had been searching for for years at the end. The tall man stopped when he was perhaps four feet from the small figure hunched over a corpse. The Demon tilted his head to the side, though the smile still remained. He took a step closer and sank down, crouching on his heel, eyes riveted to the boy glaring at him.
"I can offer what you seek, child. They never cared about either of you, did they?" A low chuckle could be heard above the rain before it was carried away by the wind. "It was truly unfair what happened, wasn't it? Ah, but there's a way to return the favor, if you were so inclined. What is it you wish for, boy? To kill, to torture, for revenge? To completely erase those that caused this, to wipe them from the history books? To wash your hands in their blood and laugh over them as the light leaves their eyes?" His words were melodic, lilting in their insanity. But to the child, they sounded so simple, so attainable, and utterly correct. "Yes, I've no doubt you have what it takes. But you do not have the means. That. . . I might be able to help with, for a price, of course." A glint in the darkness showed a flash of white fangs before the shadows once again overtook the Demon.
Altais hooked a finger under the hem of his blindfold, pulling it down to reveal a single, glacial orb. The child's gaze became riveted, and the two meet each other's eyes, a cold, almost-lusting glint in the Demon's gaze. "Tell me, boy. What is it you wish for?"
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Azreth Deservian Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 7:59 pm
Kian wanted that look in his own eyes...
His mouth was parted slightly, in an innocence unknown to his being as he continued to hold his gaze of the other man. Blue eyes locked with blue eyes. Kian quickly scanned over the man's relaxed demeanor, the cocky air that almost left residual imprintings. He licked at his lips, tasting the salt of his tears and the rainwater. "For a price..." Kian was nothing if not analytical. Those words hung in the air like a man swaying by the neck. How much did he want his revenge though? How much did he want to see those nobles suffering, crying for their own mothers before he was finished with them. His stomach churned in excitement as he thought of Rethken's face, horror-filled and simply drowning in agony. It thrilled Kian to the core.
"I wish...to....control. To have power over their lives...so that I can see them snuffed out."
The words rang against the rain as it continued its torrential onslaught against the ground, raping it with its never-ending stubbornness to drown out all warmth, all happiness. Kian looked to his mother, slowly swelling as her body clung desperately to the water that surrounded it. He stood up, leaning against the wall, shivering as the cold continued sucking at his soul. "So what's your price...demon?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 8:09 pm
⚔ ALTAIS ⚔xxfelt his stomach flutter at the boy's last word, a feeling akin to that of a lover's touch on the hollow of a hip; a hard, jolting word dropped from a hate-consumed soul -- it made him shudder. He tilted his head back to the night, taking in a deep breath, filling his lungs with the anger this boy exuded. When he once again returned his gaze to the child, he slipped a slender digit yet again under the hem of his blindfold, this time completely revealing his eyes. The one that had remained covered until a moment ago had an arcane, demonic symbol seemingly scrawled within, and it pulsed with a glacial light, the harsh lines and jagged contours alien, unrecognizable to the child.
He wanted power, wanted vengeance, wanted to make others suffer for the wrongs he had been dealt. And he was smart -- most didn't know what they Bound themselves to until after a Contract had been made. But this child had known from the get-go, which would make sealing the deal all the sweeter for Altais. Call it sadistic, but it was just in his nature; knowing that his dinner knew what he was and still signing away his very core, his very being made for some interesting conversation with the Elder Brothers. Altais extended a hand out to the boy, slipping his fingers into the child's blue hair, matted to his head in the rain. He could feel the warmth of the kid, even through the damp cold. And in his mind, the child's soul burned hot and bright -- like that of a star in the final years before it winked out of existence.
"I offer that and more, and all I ask for is that after you accomplish whatever tasks you set is that I be allowed to utterly consume your soul." Lightning flashed, thunder roared, his full lips parted, and the shadows on the wall of the building behind him jumped and contorted, forming themselves into what, at first glance, seemed like a pair of enormous, abyssal wings before once more returning to just normal shadows. "In return, you will have full access to all the powers I hold; through me, you will be able to bend reality to your will. In the time we are together, nothing will be able to kill you when I am near, and I will be solely and entirely yours to command, though there are few limitations. Almost anything you desire will be yours for the taking, all for something you won't even need once you pass from this world." Altais smiled in the darkness, running the backs of his knuckled over the boy's cheek.
"What say you, Kian?"
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Azreth Deservian Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 8:41 pm
He wondered if asking questions was really something he could do at this point, or was this other really just someone who liked to hide all the nitty-gritty details much to their chagrin as victims piled up, unknown to what demise they'd truly suffered from. He pretended like he didn't see the flash of lighting manipulate the shadows behind them, forcing them to bend and contort to an image highly inhuman. Wings... This man was no angel... Kian was acutely aware of that. Though he was a child, and he was all alone. This creature was offering him a way out, a way to make sure his life wasn't all for not. What would Kian do if he passed up this chance? Suffer starvation, being weak and manipulated by others who just wanted to take advantage of him for their own purposes? Would Kian really be able to take such treatment?
"You act as if my essence is nothing to me..." He folded his arms over his chest, leaning against the stones as he watched the rain pool more around his mother. "It means so much to me, as does hers." He jerked his head over at his mother's dead body. "And because hers means so much to me, I may accept your terms. Though I'd like for you to tell me your reasons for various ambiguities, such as your "almosts" and your "limitations." It would be a shame if I gave away my soul to find out you're completely useless..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 8:48 pm
⚔ AH ⚔xxthis one was smart, indeed. Seeing the child get comfortable, Altais did the same. He leaned his back against the wall, standing hip-to-hip with the child, and the difference in their size was endearing to the man. Kian came up to the bottom of his sternum, Altais being quite tall at 6'3 -- 6'6 in heels, as he wore now. He turned his head to smile down at the kid, but this one held no malicious intent, only amusement. "I would've been concerned had you not asked."
"I do put limits and conditions on what I will and will not do for you, though they are few. First off, I will not harm myself in any way intentionally because of an order you give, nor will I kill you before you have achieved your aspirations. I have no qualms in harming or even killing others on your whim, but I shall not harm another of my kind -- or any other ethereal being -- unless they want to harm you, in which case I can and will kill them." He bared his fangs in a lupine smile before continuing. "You cannot order me to leave your side for more than twelve hours unless you are sleeping -- I need to be able to protect you, and I cannot do so if I am more than five or ten minutes away. And I can alter the world around us if it's your desire --" Altais waved his hand and his eyes flared blue for a moment and an oiled canvas dropped down from where there was but a moment ago bare stone, sheltering the two from the downpour. "But I cannot do so when I am too tired, when I have been too long from the Abyss, or when other people may see it. We must always remain a secret to the rest of the world, lest we both be done away with before you attain your goals."
Altais lifted a bare shoulder in an elegant shrug. "If you give me an order that would put yourself in harm's way needlessly, or if you give me one that directly opposes my nature, I cannot -- physically can not -- follow them. Anything else you ask of me, though, I shall be more than able to satisfy. You may, of course, set your own reasonable terms, as this is a team effort, if you will. If you have any terms or any questions, I will be more than happy to hear and answer before you decide on whether or not you would like to form a Contract." He smiled down at Kian. "And I promise you that if you decide not to accept, I will only wipe your memory of our meeting before taking my leave -- I shall not harm you nor feed on you. And a Demon always keeps their word."
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 9:42 pm
He blinked a few times, trying quite hard not to think of the thousands of questions that were now berating his mind, scaring him with nightmares he was sure he'd never get rid of in his life. And in death...what would he be in death? Nothing? Ceasing to exist didn't seem all that bad. At least it was painless. Was that what was now in store for him? Or would he have to suffer for eternity now?
Too late... He'd already agreed. Though he supposed "alright" wasn't exactly as formal of a yes as the demon was hoping for, but Kian wasn't one for showing any such activities. He was much more for the observation, knowing a full plan and acting it only when he had all the details drawn out. Right now, he had no plan, so he kept closest to the metaphorical wall, allowing whatever to happen...happen.
At least he'd finally see those ******** burn... And get some amusement out of it as well.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 9:46 pm
⚔ THE ⚔xxDemon smiled as the boy agreed and pushed himself off of the wall, coming to stand before Altais. The assassin reached out and cupped Kian's cheek, meeting his gaze and holding it as he began to speak. His words were hypnotic, lilting, rising and falling in a strange cadence; and though the words were still understood, it seemed as if they came from someone who was fitting them to a different dialect. He pictured Kian in his mind, and allowed himself to open up that abysmal pit within the recesses of his being, drawing forth the churning, raging madness within him.
"I, Altais Malbain, am forming a Contract with Kian Donahue, the choice made by his own free will. He desires Power and Vengeance, both of which I am able to give, and I do so of my own free will. I will be solely at Kian's disposal until the day he achieves his goal, upon which we will reach the terminus of our Contract. After he has taken the lives of those he deems responsible for the death of his mother, he has hereby agreed to allow me to take his Soul and consume it at my discretion. I promise to protect, safeguard, and comfort him when needed, and in return, he promises to not give me any orders that will void the contract, go against my base natures, or to do anything that might reveal us to those unaware. I have made no additional limitations to the Contract, save that I cannot leave him for more than twelve hours."
With each new word he spoke, the wind seemed to pick up, screaming in the pair's ears, and yet somehow, the Demon's every syllable cut straight through it, easily heard by the boy. All through the Binding, the two never looked away from each other, for which he was thankful -- Kian seemed to sense that the eye contact was important, and so it was; if it was broken save for blinking, he would have to start over. Altais pushed his thoughts down and returned to the Words, this time focusing his attention on Kian and speaking to him, instead of the Abyss.
"Kian, when I am not by your side and you wish for my company, all you must do is simply touch your Mark -- which will be place on the location of your choice following the Binding -- and speak my first name. I will be by your side within a matter of heartbeats, unless I am more then ten miles away, in which case it should take me several minutes. If you desire that I use my power to do something beyond normal human means, you must speak the words, this is an order, followed by your command, which will give me more power to draw upon. Otherwise, you simple need ask or tell me. You may choose what our relationship will be to those unaware -- I do not care, as long as it is liberating enough to allow me to do what you need me to do. Also, please do note that I do have other responsibilities that might require my attention, but you are more than welcome to accompany me if I must leave." Altais smiled down at the child, knowing that he would probably not enjoy being alone after he got used to Altais.
"Kian, are there any rules, requirements, or limitations you would like to include in our Contract?" The Binding was nearly over -- once Kian said his part, he would speak the closing words, place the Mark, and then complete the Contract. And then finally, finally, for the first time in over seventy years, he would have a Soul worth his time once again.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 10:30 pm
He thought about his "Mark" and where it would go on his person. He furrowed his brow, still never taking his gaze from the other as he spoke his fancy words. Yes, Kian had been told he was quite charismatic once upon a time, but that didn't mean he couldn't consider others chattering away to be anything but just fancy words. Though, as much as he really hated to admit it. These words spoken had so much more power to them. They came alive as they rolled out of the demon's mouth, like enraged lions, ready to maul whatever came their way.
Kian chewed on his lip in thought for a moment, thinking about any kind of "rules" he wished to add. Quite frankly, this was way too sudden for him to properly analyze, but that didn't leave him completely off guard. Just a bit rushed. "Just make it hurt when you eat me. I'm sure by then I won't be deserving of much pity."
He blue haired boy stared at the demon, almost like he was already dead. His eyes were glazed over with so much apathy one would be curious to know if he were really breathing or not... Though that hatred resided inside him, so condensed, so powerful that it could just implode the world. 'Goodbye mother. I'll forever miss you.'
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 10:38 pm
⚔ HE ⚔xxcouldn't help himself -- the Demon laughed. It was a low, slow sound that soon became a high, almost-insane song, and the thunder in the background rolled as if sharing the joke. Oh, but this one was interesting! When he caught his breath, Altais ruffled Kian's hair in genuine affection. "Alright, child. I shall make it hurt." Altais once again turned his attention back to the Binding.
"Kian's only stipulation is that I make it painful when I finally do consume him, which I have agreed to of my own free will. From this day forward, until our Contract is complete, Kian and I shall be bound in heart, mind, and soul. I hereby devote myself utterly, wholly, and completely to this child, until his bones are dust and his soul is mine. My power is his, and he shall be my priority, and will always receive everything in the way of protection, power, and ambition that I have to offer. He walks with his head held high into the darkness, proud and unafraid. And I shall remain always by his side. By the Abyss I swear."
Without warning, the Demon's hands lashed forward, grabbing the boy by his shoulders in an iron grip. Altais spun fluidly on his heel and used the momentum of the spin to switch positions with Kian, slamming the child's back against the wall and stepping forward so that he was pressed against the boy. The Demon lowered his head and spoke five words softly, quietly into Kian's ear, his breath hot, fangs not an inch from the delicate curve of his neck -- where do you want it? He heard the boy's breathing quicken -- the first sign of any emotion save rage or apathy he had seen in him. A whisper barely audible over the rain was Kian's response, and Altais felt a wolfish smile split his lips -- his favorite place on the human body, and this child had to pick it; surely their Binding had to be fate.
The Demon sank to his knees in front of the boy, never breaking eye contact -- he could see the fear in Kian's eyes as his slender fingers untucked the child's tunic from the hem of his pants. He ran his tongue over the point of a fang, his own breathing quick, his pupils dilated in his excitement. Gods, he hadn't felt this way in -- in what? -- eighty years! Placing the Mark was the thing he enjoyed most about making a new Contract -- especially with Souls that burned as bright as Kian's. There was something so, so special about this child, something that Altais had never tasted before, and placing the Mark gave you an appetizer of sorts when you were a Demon -- it bound you and your Catalyst together and gave you the power and magick you needed to fulfill the Contract entirely.
Altais' fingers worked the buckle on Kian's belt, and the child winced, baring his teeth and opening his mouth. The Demon shook his head, an unsaid answer to the child's fear -- no, he didn't desire that. Yet, at any rate. The corners of his lips turned up as the belt hung loose around Kian's waist, and Altais hooked a slender digit beneath the hem of the kid's breeches, pulling it down to reveal his right hip. The assassin leaned forward, closing his eyes and breaking the eye contact the two had had since first beginning the Binding. He pressed his lips to the hollow of Kian's hip, and he heard a swift inhalation of breath above him. Smiling against the boy's unmarred, smooth skin, Altais opened his mouth and said three harsh, guttural, twisted words.
He raked his elongated fangs against Kian's flesh, drawing two lines of blood that touched his tongue. Altais shuddered and let out a barely-perceptible moan of pure lust as he tasted the bitter tang of copper, felt the warmth slide down his throat. His breathing became ragged, and the hands on either side of Kian's waist tightened, nails digging into the bones of his hips. As his saliva mixed with the blood still flowing from Kian, a loud whoosh could be heard, like a fire suddenly erupting, and he heard the boy let out a half-choked sound of pain. Black, arcane, malicious-looking symbols appeared on his ivory skin as Altais watched from now six inches away. The two main lines followed the cuts made by his fangs, and the rest sprawled outwards, forming a shape that looked vaguely like a snake of some sort, but only if you turned your head to the side and squinted pretty damned hard. The letters themselves exuded a malignant air, as if they wanted nothing more than to utterly consume and devour anyone looking. After the Demonic script -- his name, actually -- stilled, Altais refastened Kian's belt -- but loosely than before, to ensure it didn't chafe against the Mark -- and stood.
He ruffled the child's hair and pulled him into an embrace without warning, speaking softly into his ear. "You are mine now, Kian, and I am yours. What would you like to do now, young Master?"
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Azreth Deservian Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 11:36 pm
Though all that was shattered when the demon pulled him into a hug. Instinctively, Kian shoved at the demon, pushing him back with a fire in his eyes that distinctly said, back off. While Kian hadn't really had a moment in life to really evaluate his sexuality, he'd never really found women appealing. He loved his mother, he loved his female friends, when he had them, but he'd never wanted those friends, and his mother was obviously his mother and that was that and he thanked the gods he wasn't strange in that aspect. Though, when he saw men...that had always been a different story. Altais was certainly something to enjoy beholding, but right now... now was not the time to be even entertaining the idea of curling up into anyone's arms.
"It's night... I want to find a place to sleep." His voice was harsh and void of any gentleness. "Preferably somewhere dry and void of rats and lice if at all possible. ...and a bath..." Though the last part was more musing over his direct, and a bit...rude tone. He turned on his heel, expecting that the other would follow, if he didn't...well, he'd see him in twelve hours. Kian wondered how annoying that was going to get... He did enjoy privacy. Maybe he should have thought this through more...
He rubbed at the Mark on his hip, still feeling the ghosting of a hot tongue and the slice of fangs. He looked at the demon from the corner of his eye. "My mother...she deserves to be buried." Kian continued to walk out of the alley and further into the Red Circle, though if he had any choice in the matter, he'd be somewhere with less murderers and crooks. A wolf in the den was just another wolf, but a wolf in the sheeps' herd...it was a lion. "I trust that you'd at least see that she'd be buried and not left to rats yes?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 11:42 pm
⚔ ALTAIS ⚔xxsmiled warmly at the boy, even after being pushed away. He offered a bow to Kian's back as the child began heading for the mouth of the alley, and Altais turned on his heel and scooped the water-logged corpse up in his arms. His long stride allowed him to catch up to Kian easily, and he gently bumped the boy with his hip and nodded to the left. "If you'd follow me, young Master, I've a wonderful place for you to sleep this evening, and a bed for your beloved mother until we can find a suitable place to bury her on the morrow." Altais waved a hand over the woman's form and she returned to what she was the moment after her death -- free of water and not as...dead-looking, but rather as if she were sleeping. He eyed Kian critically, seeing pain in his eyes, and decided to distract him. After all, now that they were in a Contract, his Catalyst's well-being was always foremost in his mind.
"I'm the Captain of an airship -- the Black Adder -- and though she's a pirate ship, she's also a luxury one. You may have my cabin, of course; a suite of four rooms, including a library, if you're inclined to read. It does indeed have its own bathing room, with running hot water to boot, so a bath will be available any time you desire. Also, I'll have the chef prepare you a meal, little Lord -- you don't look like you've seen a decent supper in quite some time." The Demon looked down at the cadaver in his arms and using his Power, brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. He studied her as he led the way to the docks -- and by default, the Adder -- though he, of course, let Kian walk a pace in front of him. "You quite look like her, you know. She's beautiful, Kian." The Demon's words were soft, and held genuine admiration and sympathy. Even though Death was his business, it still pained him sometimes -- that was, of course, the human still inside of him.
After a fifteen-minute walk, the pair reached the Adder -- a gorgeous, seven-hundred foot long ship, with its highest mast making it four-hundred tall. It boasted over a thousand room, and eight major suites -- his being the biggest, of course. It had an aquarium, a place to practice weapons, no less than three libraries, a dining hall, a ballroom, a gigantic kitchen, and a hundred other entertainments. He smiled as he saw Kian's expression as they went through the halls, all of his Serpents clapping a fist to their chest in salute as their Guildmaster walked by. But, of course, none of them asked why he was carrying a dead woman, nor why he had a young, beautiful boy at his side. They knew far better than that.
When they finally reached his suite, the Demon went into the Guest Bedroom on the right and lay the child's mother in the four-poster, goose-down bed, ensuring that his Preservation would last for the next three days, just in case. "She will remain in this condition until you have found a proper place for her, young Master. Have no fear -- she will be taken care of. Now, what say we get you settled?" Altais smiled at Kian and ruffled his hair, leading him out of the room and into the bathroom, where a luxurious tub awaited him. The Demon knelt on the marble floor, turned the gold spigots, and out flowed hot and cold rose-scented water. He returned to Kian and, ignoring the boy's objections, stripped him of his rain-soaked, dirty clothing, throwing it outside of the room. He procured two towels from a cabinet on the left side of the sink, along with three different scents of soft soap, and set them on the shelf hooked on the outside of the tub.
"I assume you wish to wash yourself, but I shall be outside if you've need of me, little Lord. Just call my name and I shall come. Clean clothes will be awaiting you when you are finished, as will a hot meal -- just knock on the door and I'll pass the clothes in."" The Demon smiled at Kian and bowed before turning on his heel and exiting. He knew the child needed time alone to come to terms with everything, and Altais himself had some business to attend to. And if Kian needed him for whatever reason, the demon would hear him, even if he was half a world away. Stretching, Altais let out a quiet laugh. Today had been perfect, and judging by the boy's body from preparing him for the bath, with time, it would only get better.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 12:22 am
However, when he saw the boat, his mouth couldn't stay shut even if he'd previously stapled it so. He looked at the large ship in awe, admiring its architecture and the subtle details it held. He watched the crew and their customs to their captain, wishing he could just disappear at this point. All eyes had to just look this way at least twice... Kian didn't exactly like unwanted attention. No, that was a lie. He didn't just "not like" it. He loathed it. He put on the most blank, and unamused face as they walked to the rooms in which Altais would hole him up for the time.
He was ushered into the bathroom and immediately stripped down. Red rushing into his cheeks, he fought with the demon, swatting the man's hands and snapping, "Just what the <********> do you think you're doing?! I'm well versed in removing my own clothes!" Though his anger seemed to do nothing as the man successfully stripped him, and then continued to speak.
Kian was outraged. He felt defiled in more ways than one, didn't like this boat suddenly with all the power Altais had over not only him, but everyone else and he didn't like that Altais had spoken of his mother. What else was the demon supposed to do though? Pick up the body like a sack of potatoes and that be that? It was a gesture of kindness, yet Kian had taken it the absolute most wrong of ways. He shook as he got into the bath, grinding his teeth and glaring at the door, hoping the other didn't come back for quite some time. He took a deep breath, before sinking deep down into the water, feeling his hair swirl about his face.
What would it be like to just suddenly drown? Kian was well aware that wasn't going to happen, but the thought was suddenly intriguing to him. He no longer had a say in how he died. It was all laid out, cut and dry. He wouldn't know a sharp knife, or a cannon fire, or even the noose. No...he'd be experiencing something quite different. He came out of the water, inhaling deeply as air forced its way back into his lungs and began to wash himself.
Once he was finished, he wrapped a towel around his head and one around his waist after drying off. Still a bit aggravated from the manhandling, he didn't knock on the door, he simply stood there, glaring with as much annoyance as he could muster at the door as if it had done something to wrong him. Though he'd grown tired of trying so hard to appear aggravated to a door that would never actually care.
He turned around, looking about the bathroom, touching the smooth, cold of the sink and tracing his fingers over the marble of the tub. He couldn't believe airships could be so....glamorous. Though, he'd grown tired of staring at a bathroom and his stomach growled with a painful mewling. Sighing, he walked over to the door, sporing his token, blank face and knocked....just one single rap on the door.
He felt like testing this demon's hearing...
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 12:51 am
⚔ WHILE ⚔xxKian was lounging in the bath he had drawn, Altais had taken care of some business he had been neglecting for the past week or so. Three new Propositions had come in from various Nobles all across the Isle, and Altais assigned each target to a pair of his Serpents; one Cobra and their trainee Hatchling. After all, how were the new boys to learn their trade without actual experience? His senior Serpents had been with him for years -- most of them were second or third-generation assassins in the Black Serpents, actually.
After ensuring all the Guild business was handled, Altais made his way to the kitchens and had a quick word with the master chef and his wait-staff. Double-checking the menu for the evening and making sure the staff looked proper, Altais put in a quick order with Chef and was promised the trays would be in his room within twenty minutes. Every night when the Adder was docked in Avandere or a large town on the Isle, Altais allowed civilians on board for dinner and a three-hour pleasure flight over the Isle. It was a great way to make money, and it kept his crew active and out of too much trouble. Finding himself back at his suite, the Demon entered and went to his room, taking one of five plush lounging robes from his chest of drawers, laying it over his arm. It would have to do until he had the tailor fit Kian for some clothes -- but that could wait until tomorrow.
The assassin briefly entertained the thought of changing into something more comfortable himself when he heard a single short rap on the bathroom's door, and within a heartbeat he had crossed three rooms and had the door open, his arm proffered with the lush robe draped over his forearm and wrist. "I hope the bath way enjoyable, Young Master. For now, I regret to say that you'll have to make do with the robe -- I shall have the tailor visit us first thing in the morning to get you some proper clothes. Once you're decent, you may come join me in the Sitting Room, as the food should be here within a few moments. I ordered a variety of things, not knowing your personal tastes yet, so please forgive me if there is anything there not to your liking, little Lord." The Demon smiled at Kian, laying the robe into his outstretched arms. "You can just throw your towels by the door there -- I'll take them down to the ladies after you're in bed to have them washed."
As he waited for the child to don the bath robe and ditch the towels -- endearing and vulnerable as they were -- a knock came at the door, and by the time Kian had emerged from the bathroom, a veritable banquet was laid out on the knee-high table placed between two chaise lounges in the Sitting Room. Breads and cheese, fruits, cold meats, two different types of stew, three cold soups, a steaming hot pork, beef, veal, and fish dish all arrayed beautifully on the dark, rich wood of the table, complete with silver platters and table wear. No less than five wines, three juices, and two pitchers of aquifer water were patiently waiting to be poured, condensation on their surfaces. The napkins were, of course, made from silk, and as Kian sat down, his blue eyes wide, Altais simply smiled and set a napkin embroidered with the letters 'K.D' in Kian's lap rather smugly. That was one thing he had managed -- he had had the tailor stitch Kian his own set of napkins and handkerchiefs; no less than ten of each.
"Please, Kian, dig in. If there is any dish you particularly like or dislike, let me know so that I might be able to better service you in the future." With no more words, Altais himself picked up a gold-rimmed plate and began dishing out food for himself.
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Azreth Deservian Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 10:27 am
Yet despite his heart aching for what was once his, he accepted the robe, closed the bathroom door again, slipping out of the towels and into the robe. Of course it was almost too comfortable, but that was seemingly to always be expected from this...Altais.
Kian walked back out, smoothing down his blue, wet hair as he looked to the food displayed on the table. Of course, he had been shocked at first. It was a bit...excessive. He and his mother had been living off whatever they could get for so long, this was just...superfluous. Though he continued to listen to Altais babble on about this and that... He was beginning to get irked by all the formalities. Kian was one for words, but he chose them very selectively, which made him seem some what quiet, but that really wasn't the case. He was a cold soul...and now damned. 'How fitting, a cold end for a cold soul...'
Kian sat down at the table, watching Altais help himself to the food, though Kian simply cocked his head a bit, gathering small bits of intel, which quirks the man had, or even which hand was his strongest. He looked down at the napkins, cursing in his mind at how...unbelievable this all was. It was almost a mockery! If he was going to die this way... he should be at least entitled to part of the pride he once had.
"I don't want anything..." Kian stood up, going over to one of the airship's windows and looking down at the city. He crossed his arms over his chest, holding himself as his mind finally processed everything that had happened. He'd made a deal, he'd given up his life... And now he was stuck with it. "And stop mocking me. Spare me your customs for you'll have none of mine." Though there was no where for him to run to, no where for him to storm off and lock himself away. He swallowed hard, feeling the sting of weakness as his eyes watered. He wanted to be alone... He didn't want to be here. "I wish to see my mother's body...alone." His words were spoken from a youthful tone, though it had a hint of....void. His gaze was dead, his tone was dead. He may as well be dead all ready. He wanted to see the world burn... He wanted to see his mother's killers die in so much pain they'd forget their very lives before it was all snuffed away. All he had left was rage...
So much of it, he was busting at the seams and nothing seemed like it could stop it.
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