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 Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 6:41 am
Secret Shadows
11.12.08, Written by: Eftemie
Her diary lay on the table in front of her. For a long moment she just stared at it. What good did it really do? Help her remain sane in an insane situation? Why did she need to remain so? Sighing, she shoved the thoughts away as she clenched her fingers around the pen. Reading back over, she tightened her jaw until the ache was so much it drove the pain her body aside. But now her head was thumping.
Entry #1::
He hit me again. I don't even know what I did.
I don't think it really matters. He's different somehow.
It's getting worse.
Her fingers fiddled with the pen. What was there to write? Each said it all. And the same thing each time.
Entry #7::
I'm tired. Three days in a row.
I wish he'd just leave. Or toss me out. He won't.
I'm stuck and it doesn't matter what I do.
I can't please him.
Brushing the hair from her face, she sighed again. He'd be home soon and it would start again.
Entry #41::
It's been a month. I was so sick last time.
Well, not sick. Hurt. Bruised. Broken...
He doesn't care. Not really. What happened to us?
I don't think I can fix this.
I don't think I even want to try.
What entry for today? Did it matter?
Entry #71::
I'm tired. I wish....
She sat still with the pen in her fingers, head tilted as she listened. Hurrying to the window, she flinched. He was getting out of the car. Her book was quickly shut and then hidden where he would not find it. It was all that was allowing her to keep her sanity and she clung to it desperately.
Supper was nearly ready but she knew he would barely glance at her. He barely even noticed she was there and by the time the meal was done his attitude had worsened. The longer he watched her, the more irritated he grew. His circumstances were her fault. Within a few moments, the plates were broken on the floor and she was holding her jaw as she cried alone. Her favorite vase lay shattered, simply broken pieces on the floor. Much like she felt.
And so it began. At least for her. All demon summonings are different and aligned to the individual and of course, the demon. Hers was no different than many others except he came on his own.
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Samhain.
He had been wandering around since the night of the fest. Festival of the Dead most called it. For him it was an opportunity to do as he wanted. If he was on the outside of the loop, then he was out. Those far worse than the dead walked around. He was one of them.
Some knew he was there. He was quite certain, but most did not. Either way he was irritated and searching for a way to do as he pleased. A few had actually complimented him on his costume, but then run screaming when they understood it was actually him. The few he had allowed to see him as they ran around begging for candy. Men were stupid not even understanding what the festival truly was. So much had changed since the first times he had tread this world.
But this mortal world could give him what he wanted and needed the way nothing else could. And he was hungry as much as angry.
Why was he here though? What drew him to this area?
A bit of restlessness coursed through him as he moved easily through the shadows as if he belonged within them. He did and they simply enfolded him as he stood watchful. The odors in this world called to him. Not the fragrance of flowers or the fresh air. But the scent of human misery and depravity reached out casting more allure than the brightest blossoms could ever hold.
A smirk crossed his face as he thought of the things he had seen since arriving. Others were about. Demons like and unlike himself. Whether they knew he was here or not, Asmodeus could not say, but he would at some point have to find one to ally himself with. One who was within as he was without. It would only protect him more as much as them. A base of power would give him advantages and allow him freer movement amongst the mortals.
A sudden sweet fragrance broke through his reverie, catching is attention the way a bone with juicy meat upon it catches and holds the hound. He moved quickly with purpose following the trail. This was something he could use and it called to him, singing its siren song. This was his chance and he felt it deep within. Opportunity clearly knocked and he was going to take it.
The man's thoughts nearly jumped out at him and at first he thought this was the one, but then Asmodeus stopped, hesitating. The fellow never even noticed the intrusion, but it was not the man that called to him. It was what the man clutched, trying to protect but in a way that he tried to own another. A girl. A very pretty girl with bright jade eyes and lush black hair. The fool guarded her jealously and far too tightly for her true beauty to shine.
A wide and very feral grin broke across the demon's face. He could use her. She was the scent he followed and wanted. He could use her and satisfy his own needs. This one could be exceptional if properly trained. And he would have the upper hand in this.
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Picking up the pieces of the shattered vase, Mi ignored her tears and the ache in her jaw. Three years they had been married. Everything had been bliss then. Not so now. Now she was truly beginning to hate the man who lived with her. But at the moment she was unable to do anything but deal with it. And him.
She had no money. He kept tight control of what they did have. Little was she allowed to buy. And it was her fault for losing her job. He made that very plain to her. But this time was different. She almost wished he would kill her and put her out of her misery. The tears began to flow again, but he would not see them. He'd gone out leaving her to clean up the mess. That he would return, she had no doubt. But what would be his mood?
Her jaw hurt where he had hit her and as she glanced in the mirror, she saw the redness giving way to a dark bruising. She needed to leave, but she had nowhere to go. Her mother had died the previous year. Her father had simply left and never returned one afternoon. She barely remembered him, but she did remember the yelling between her parents.
It took her nearly the entire two hours he was gone to get the apartment up to par again. Each moment she feared his return. Trepidation and fear sat on each slim shoulder and she grimaced at each sound around her. No sooner had she sat down in the chair than she heard the key turning in the lock on the door. Mi was immediately on her feet, moving away from the opening. And him. Who knew what mood he would be in?
He stopped staring at her for a long moment. "Did you get your mess cleaned up?" His voice was cold, brutal as he gazed at her.
She nodded, trembling in fear. Pushing herself she tried to hide that she was afraid of him. But he knew. He always knew.
Jeffrey scoffed at her, his lips curling upwards as he gazed at her. "I'm still trying to figure out why I married you. You are worthless, Mischa. I've seen how other men watch you too. And you just smile and flirt. Tease them as if you were not married."
Her eyes flickered several times as she listened. Then she shook her head. "I don't want..."
"Don't what?"
She flinched. She should have said nothing at all. The expression on his face said she should not finish what she had begun to say.
"Finish it." He growled, moving towards her. "Come on. Say it. You obviously had something to tell me." Reaching out he grabbed her wrist yanking her forwards hard.
"Nothing!" she said, tears starting to fall again. It was going to be a long night.
"You are worthless!" he began then smacked her across the face. But he did not stop there. He continued to hit her several more times even as she protested for him to stop. When he finally did so, she lay curled up in pain on the floor, crying softly.
Mischa never noticed when he walked away. Or even that he left the apartment again. She simply cried into her arms, barely able to move. Her lower lip was bleeding, split where he had hit her. Tiredly she lay there, crying until she fell asleep. But even her rest was unrestful and full of fear. Her last thought as she drifted off was that maybe he would kill her and she would finally have some peace. Then it occurred to her that she could not get so lucky.
The pain drew him. A sweet delight whose fragrance was enticing, its flavor laced with things he knew well. Fear. Hatred. Pain.
A faint smirk slipped across his expression. The man was gone leaving her there. He thought about what his own opportunity had been to even get here. A chance risen from a skewed order to leave. What would come of it? He calculated what would suit his purpose. Would this girl, battered and bruised be open to him?
Of course she would. And he would not hesitate to use her as such. A faint smirk appeared, lips twitching upwards. What could come of this, he was uncertain, but for now it suited him. And he was going to use it. And her. Such a willing sacrifice did not drop into his lap everyday.
Stepping forwards, hesitating to listen to the air around him, he smiled faintly. Nothing stirred except the frightened whispers of the unseen. And they moved away quickly. They were afraid and so would the girl be if she understood, truly understood who was before her. But she simply lay there, his gaze watching her from where he stood in the shadows. She would be in a great deal of pain. The fellow had beaten her twice this night. One who was supposed to love her.
The thought was a sneer across his thoughts that it was ironic that those who professed to love them most were usually the ones who injured them most. Usually. He was not counting his own taste for such. But his words into the air reflected the thoughts behind those gleaming calculating eyes of his. "And they think that we are cruel."
His eyes sparkled as he stepped closer to her. Bending down, he reached out touching her face. The blood from her lip was still wet. Warm. Fresh. He wanted a taste and slipped his fingertip against the broken flesh. Then he put the tip into his mouth, smiling as he licked it off. A sweet saltiness lingered on his tongue. A flavor he had not tasted recently. It was intoxicating.
His dark gaze turned back upon her. Picking her up entirely, he carried her towards the couch. Gently he placed her down, but if any had seen him, he would have denied that it mattered because it did not. She would be a useful toy, but only that. A toy. And another could be found should he need to. Brushing her hair aside, he smiled. She was pretty, vibrant green eyes and raven black hair. The black wolf tattoo on her wrist was interesting and he wondered briefly why she had chosen that. Some guardian she had thought to protect herself with most likely.
What should he do with her?
How should he twist this to his advantage?
And pull her to him?
All these thoughts and more slipped through his mind like an icy wind filled with the chill of death. His thoughts were usually twined with such ambitions and plots against humans. She would be no less, but in the meantime, he did need to take care of her. She would rest a time and then waken shortly. Before the man returned. By that time, he would know what he wanted from her. And in her desperate condition, she would buckle reaching out to him and the safety he presented to her. Perhaps not immediately, but soon enough.
A smile appeared, widening, revealing white teeth as he placed a blanket over her. It was not that he cared if she was cold or not. He did not, but the truth was not what was always seen and in her state, she was more susceptible to his gentleness even if false. The girl was numbed against pain and fear. And he would use whatever gave him what he wanted from her. It would not do afterall to lose his new pet before he truly had her trapped. It was a gamble, but it was a worthy one to do as he wished in the mortal world of men.
His smirk widened as he thought about the date. Today was the 7th. A very lucky day for gamblers. Yes, this would suit his plans nicely.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:44 am
 Mirror Images
11.25.08, Written by: Eftemie
The 7th was a very lucky day for him. It had been after midnight when he had found her and Asmodeus simply watched her for a time. The opportunity presented by the stupidity of the husband was exactly the opening he needed. There was nothing he liked better than driving husbands and wives apart, but Asmo was not going to stop with merely separating them. He was going to get her to kill him. It had taken him some thought on how to use her as he silently focused on her. She was the pivotal point in his entire planning since coming here.
When the husband was gone, more options would open up. Getting her to pamper and spoil herself would help. She'd become selfish, a scorned lover who took it out on other men. Another had not, but Mischa would. A feral grin of delight slipped across his face as he continued to watch his new pet sleep.
"Sleep well, Mischa. At daylight a new life begins. Your chance for freedom lies within your grasp. And I'll help you. And help myself in the process." He reached down stroking her hair. She murmurred faintly pulling away. A laugh aloud nearly slipped free of him at the action. Reaching out again, he smoothed her hair a few more times. Finally she relaxed and fell deeper into sleep.
All through the night Asmodeus remained there though unseen by her and her husband. The man left her alone that night, going to bed and then to work the next day. But as she slept, the demon spoke to her. He made her see that it was not her fault. She had done her best. The man was not worthy of her. She needed her freedom from him however she could get it. There were other men out there and they would adore her if she wanted them.
He never said that she would not except to do as he wanted her to.
She curled up when she heard Jeffrey leave. He had not said anything to her. Not even woken her. Odd. But she really didn't care other than it was a curiosity from the norm. The ache slammed into her the moment she tried to get up from the couch. Tears filled her eyes as she reached upwards to touch her jaw. It hurt like hell.
A moment later she stared into the mirror, examining the bruise that shadowed half the right side of her face. Bruises on her arms where he had grabbed her and tried to protect herself blatantly screamed abuse.
For an instant she simply stared at herself as if she did not know the person reflected in front of her. A shiver crept over her as she suddenly saw movement behind her. Looking upwards, she stared directly into his eyes, fear suddenly slipping down over her. They gleamed so brilliantly against his dark skin and she was frozen. Mesmerized.
"Asmodeus..." he grinned.
She whirled to stare but only caught an empty room behind her. A quiver caused her to shake as her thoughts spun. Had those been horns on his head? Noone was there but she. Warily she walked away. Had that been his name? Asmodeus?
The demon grinned watching her with a smile. When next she saw him, she would not be so startled. He had thought to simply reveal himself entirely, but this was more fun than he'd had in some time. Well, except for HER. His eyes narrowed at the thought. He had been doing her a favor as well as himself. Instead he gets kicked out of hell. Well, not entirely kicked. He was told to leave. So he left using the opportunity that presented itself to get what he wanted for a change. It would be her fault that he was not around if they needed him. He had other plans in mind now. Hell could go to... well.. hell in a handbasket for all he cared at this moment.
It was barely an hour later as she was ironing the clothing, when he whispered soflty, "You deserve better, Mischa. You are too good for him." There was the faintest humor at the word good. She was going to be far from good when this was over.
Her hand nearly dropped the iron as she turned towards the sound. Was she hearing things now? Her eyes widened and she gasped as he stepped into view in front of her. Her gaze took in the dark skin, the horns, the piercings, and then she shivered when looking into his eyes. Fear, curiosity, wonder and even disbelief slipped through her expressions.
He grinned not approaching her further. He'd be gentle where her husband had been cruel. At least for now. Soft. Seducing her thoughts to shift his direction. "Forget me so soon?" He had a definite smirk upon his face.
Without thinking she set the iron down flat on the shirt. "Asmodeus?" she whispered, still staring at him.
"Ah. You remembered. Of course it was only a short time ago." He made no further move towards her. "You are worth far more than he knows, girl. You deserve better than to be beaten for things that do not matter."
She stared at him, shaking her head. "Not much I can do about it. I'm trapped without a job, money, and things to get away from him."
The shirt was beginning to scorch and he knew it. He had meant himself to be a distraction. The clothing would burn. He would hit her again, and she would reach out. Then she would be his, because once she began that path there would be no turning back. She would do as he wished, though he would take good care of her.
"What do you want?" she finally asked as he continued to simply stand there in front of her.
He laughed. "What makes you think I want anything? You need help or he will one day kill you. That would be such a waste." This was going to be more amusing than he had first thought. The shirt was smoking now, but she'd not noticed.
"Everyone wants something. And I couldn't get that lucky..." she replied, Then she sniffed the air, her eyes turning downwards. "No! His shirt!" Breaking into tears, she grabbed the iron pulling it away. A very dark scorch mark exactly like the bottom of the iron was in the center back of the shirt. A hole appeared in the center as she tried to put the smolder out. With an angry glance she turned back to where Asmo had been standing. He was gone. Was she seeing things? What did he want of her? And was he really what she thought he was? A demon?
A sudden shiver slipped down over her. She'd get a beating for this. It was his favorite shirt and she was certain he would want it that night to go out in. She flinched. Maybe she'd get lucky and he'd kill her this time.
She could hope.
But what did she do about Asmodeus? Did she need to do anything? He had not harmed her yet. Obviously he could have. What was it he wanted? Why was he there?
It was time to figure this out. If nothing else there would be a book.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 6:30 am
Help For The Weary
11.25.08, Written by: Eftemie
She sighed, trying to cover the bruise on a bruise on her jaw. She had been right about the shirt and he had lashed out into her once more, telling her how worthless she was. What she was was tired of all the crap she was on the receiving end of. Staring into the mirror, she decided that she had covered it as best she could. A pair of dark glasses would work and a hat tugged down over her head. One of her mother's old hats lay in the closet, still looking quite new.
A faint smile appeared on her face as she thought of the times she had seen her mother with it on. It reminded her of a man's fedora and she had quite often teased her parent about it. For an instant she could quite clearly remember her mother's words.
"It just means that I can stand up for myself, Mischa." The voice was a faint whisper beside her. "It's a man's world out there and we don't have one, so I have to take care of us both. It's the status of wearing this hat more than the hat itself."
Mischa blinked hard, nearly bursting into tears. She still missed her mother a great deal. They had been close. Stand up for herself? Inspite of what he was doing to her? And what about.. Asmo? A faint snicker at the shortening of the name. If he was really there, she hoped it annoyed the hell out of him.
"It does." he muttered. "I've been called many things... Asmodai, Sydonay.. but I don't think I need a nickname. Asmo..." A growl slipped free.
"Too bad." she stated walking to the closet nearby without even looking at him. The hat lay on the shelf when she opened the door and for a long instant she stared at it silently. Taking the hat in her hand, she held it gently then put it on her head, shoving her hair back a bit. With the glasses on, it would do to hide her face a bit more.
At her core, Mischa was as tough as her mother had been. She simply needed a push in the right direction to find it again. Asmodeus frowned watching her. He could use that toughness but it needed to be under his control. Not on her own demands. "Where are you going, little mouse?"
"Out. There's something I must do." She knew she was clueless and with him firmly entrenched it seemed the best thing to do was get some information. She blamed him for the beating over the shirt. He'd distracted her, but whether it had been done deliberately or not she did not know. It was likely he had planned it and she had fallen into his trap, firmly snared once it was scorched.
She shivered faintly pulling her jacket about her closer. The address on the paper should have some information. She hoped for even a book.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:27 am
The Art of Art
01.29.09, Written by: Eftemie
When she found nothing to help her, Mischa knew she would have to return to the apartment. He would be home soon and she did not want him angry. Though at this point she was sure she could get Asmodeus to push him enough to leave her alone. It had simply felt good to get out for a change.
On her way, the girl had passed Miranda who lived in the same apartment. The older woman had glanced at her, watching her face for a moment as she passed. They both knew pain and were able to see it in the eyes of the other though each tried to hide it from all. But it was not something that could be hidden from one who felt it also. So instead they acknowledged each other with a nod and then passed on by remaining silent.
What could be said?
Words meant little at this point to either of them. Each had their own life to live and they merely touched one another for an instant. It could not be anything lasting and though they might have been friends in another place and time, it was not that place and time now.
The air simply felt good to Mischa as she walked down the street. Many were out but she barely noticed them except to walk around if they were in her path. A few glanced at her watching her a moment before they returned to their own tasks.
As she passed one shop, she glanced in the window. All sorts of designs were on the windows and it had caught her interest. She realized it was a tattoo parlor and for a long moment she simply studied the images. Once she had wanted to paint and draw. Now it was nothing she could do. Secretly she drew in the spaces at the side in her diary, but they were only what she considered doodles, flowery things that were worthless. Except what they meant to her.
Tossing her hat to the rack, she hung up her coat below it. Asmo had followed her a portion of the way. Her silent unseen protector whether she needed it or not. He was not about to lose her as he got started.
"A tattoo would be nice," he stated, a finger running up her bare arm. "A marking that says you are different than everyone else."
She jerked her arm away causing him to laugh, but it had not been his action for which she drew it away. It had been a grimace of fear of pain to be placed upon her. And he knew it.
A growl broke free of his throat. "You need more, Mischa. More than you are getting. I can see those broken dreams of being a painter- an artist. Do you not want to see them fulfilled?"
"They don't matter now. They will never happen." She moved towards the kitchen to begin their supper. It had been nice being out even for a few moments.
"No? Then why is it in your thoughts? I know you have the talent to be a good artist, whether tattoo or painting or simply sketching out an image of someone's face. There is an art to everything from warfare to painting to prostitution. And there is a time and place. Soon your time will be here. What will you do with it? Hide away? Curl up? Tell me."
"It will never come, Asmo. I gave it up long ago to marry him. I gave it up for nothing." she suddenly laughed, blinking hard as she tried to shove the tears away and focus on dicing the vegetables.
He touched her arm again, lips twitching. "A tattoo is a beginning of reclaiming yourself. Just make sure it is useful. A reminder." His marking was already on her invisibly. The other demons would know it, but an outward display gave him even more power over her. And the thought was well placed now.
Shaking her head, she continued working on the food. "I'll think about it."
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:29 am
Finality
01.06.09, Written by: Eftemie
Death comes in many ways for the mortals that roam the world. So too does it come for demons, angels, and any other mythical creature one can think of. But this is about a mortal. A man who beats his wife with no remorse rather than give her up to another or even a life without him.
His hand hurt where he had hit her in the jaw. The knuckle was bleeding and for a moment he nursed it, flinching at the sting of movement. Glancing down at her, he simply watched her then sneered, "Worthless, Mischa. You are so worthless."
She said nothing, but curled up more waiting for the blows to rain down upon her again. Her body ached and she could feel the swelling in her face already. The taste of blood filled her mouth as her tongue touched her split lip gingerly. He would never stop. She knew that. Never. A part of her had always hoped he would, but lately the attacks had increased. In the end all she could do was simply lay there as he did what he wanted whether a beating or not.
Tiredly she closed her eyes, whispering. "Asmo, make him leave. Just make him leave." The hot tears slipped down the side of her face to the carpet where she lay, stinging the scraped and bruised skin on her jaw.
He moved off to the side of the room, sitting down to watch her. She was his and the sooner she got that point, the better. But even then she did nothing properly. She burned his shirts, scorched his food, seasoned it too much, or did not clean the house as he expected her to do. Why did he bother? he wondered briefly as his eyes narrowed at her.
The demon had been watching, a smile on his face at the beating and the way she was feeling. Soon she would reach out to him. He was her only way out and she knew that now. She would keep him there permanently and she would serve him a long time.
"Alright," he replied. "But there is no going back, Mischa. I'll push him to leaving for now. But you need to think about his return."
She nodded, shaking badly as she curled up more. Asmo would take care of it and she would have some rest for a time. But then she needed to think about what to do to get rid of him without getting caught.
Standing just behind the man, Asmodeus reached out touching his shoulder. Focusing he pushed the thoughts of the fellow just a bit. Speaking in his ear, he whispered, "It's about time for a drink. Maybe some fun to be had."
Getting to his feet, Jeffrey glanced down at her again as he walked past. It was as if she were a servant sniveling at his feet and he a king. He felt powerful. The broken bits of glass from the dishes he had shoved aside crunched beneath his feet. "Get this mess cleaned up before I come back." Then grabbing his jacket he was out the door, a faint smirk on his face.
When it shut behind him, she flinched still lying unmoving for a long moment in relief. "Thank you." she whispered as she got to her feet shakily.
"It is temporaray, Mischa. You will have to do something about him. I can only do som much." He could take care of the man entirely for her if he truly wanted. But why should he? Let her do the work for her own freedom. It was to his benefit to let her act so long as he kept her clear of getting the blame. She was susceptible to him and her followthrough would only cement her to him more tightly. It was what he wanted.
She nodded, heading towards the bathroom. Staring at her reflection, she found no happiness in her face at all. She barely recognized the girl gazing back at her and as she studied it like meeting a new person, she saw a faint bruise on her jaw and a faint split in her lip that was bleeding.
Cupping the cold water, she splashed her face several times really wanting to drown in it. Instead she turned it off after it soothed the ache. It should not be like this.
That thought constantly returned to her.
"But it is."
"Shut up." she growled turning on him angrily. But her anger faded as she watched him. Why was she angry at him? He had helped her by sending him out. "I have to get the mess cleaned up before he gets back."
Pushing past him, Mischa moved into the former room. Picking up the pieces she flinched in pain several times. She would have to ask him for some money for dishes again at the rate he was breaking them. He would not be happy about it. Sometimes she just could not win. She suddenly began to laugh aloud. She never won. Ever.
What was that old saying? If not for bad luck, she'd have no luck at all.
It fit.
"Sometimes one needs to make their own luck, Mi." He folded his arms as he watched her, eyes gleaming.
"Stop that!" she growled, whirling on him. "Stay out of my head."
He smiled at the anger. That flash was brilliant. Fiery. And what she needed. It would serve her well against anyone he chose. "Too bad you don't use some of that anger where it belongs. He will never stop, Mischa."
"I know it. Shut up. Damnit! I know it!" She burst into tears, a dam that had been waiting to break. Sitting down on the floor, she wrapped her arms around her knees sobbing.
"You must take care of it. In a way that you will not get caught. At least a way there is no proof."
She mumbled something unintelligible causing him to raise an eyebrow. But she was listening.
"You will have no freedom. Killing you would be a waste but there is that possibility if this continues. There is much for you to do in this life. You deserve better, Mischa. Much better."
His voice droned on softly, silkily with a direness that slipped down over her. She knew she needed to do something. She knew.
It was slow at first and caused him to blink, but the lilt of laughter slipped into the air. Had she lost it entirely? She had been crying, the tears still staining her face. Now she was laughing harder and harder. It was almost absurd and he again wondered if she had broken entirely to insanity. Not what he intended.
"It's crazy. My life... I'm sitting here getting beaten most of the time and now I'm talking to a demon. Not just any demon. A prince of demons who would rather be in the human world than remain in hell. Don't you know that there is hell on earth too? You didn't escape anything. Can't you see?"
"Mischa." Asmo called her name sharply. "What do you want?"
"I want my life back. I want him gone." Her voice was filled with anger that she even had to say it.
"Then you need to figure out a way. A way that is filled with finality. A way he cannot slip free. I will help as I can, but you must do it. You will have whatever you want, but so too will I. From you." He moved towards her offering a hand to pull her to her feet.
Shoving the hair from her face, she simply stared at his palm. If she did this, it was done and she'd damn herself. Did it matter? She was already damned to a life where noone reached out for her. There was noone else. Asmo didn't care. He planned to use her no less than Jeffrey did. His wicked eyes gleamed and for a moment she was simply caught as she stared into them as he towered over her. Reaching out, she took his dark hand letting him pull her upwards, desperation in her grasp.
"If we do this, there is no going back, Mischa."
"It does not matter. I'm tired of it. I hate him now for what he has become. That is not the man I married. And I hate myself for letting it happen." She replied flatly. A numbness slipped down over her. The aftermath of the tidal wave of emotions she had been feeling. Calmness was left in its wake. She now knew what she needed to do. And she would do it. Asmo was her only chance now.
His lips twitched upwards, a smirk slipping across his expression. She never noticed. She was but the first step for him. He would have power here and none would stop him once he did.
"First thing to do. Figure out a way to get rid of him, without you getting caught."
She nodded, picking up the smaller pieces from the floor. "Just keep him off me until I do. No more beatings between now and then. I'll do it and whatever else you want." Her voice was cold, but she turned back to watch him. "No more. You shoved once you can keep him off me until it's done. I'll do whatever you want, but no more abuse by anyone."
"Agreed, but you do what I ask of you." He smiled as he gazed back into her eyes. They were a shade darker jade. And calculating. Just as he had known she would be upon first seeing her.
"Agreed, so long as I have some freedom to do as I wish."
"That can be arranged. You should be pampered like a princess anyhow. And you shall be. Once he's taken care of." Asmodeus moved to the side. "He'll be back soon."
"It doesn't matter. He doesn't matter and I'll figure out some way to get him out of my life. I hope he rots for what he has become. I hate him." Shoving the broken glass into the trashbin, she glanced around as she began to sweep up the small slivers scattered about. Soon it would be her way and someone else would be cleaning for her.
"Soon, Mischa. Soon you will have what you want and all that you want. You deserve silk."
"Silk." she repeated. Then she stated with a surity and a finality. "Yes, silk will do. And only silk." Her life was going to change.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 8:21 am
Deal Is Done
01.10.09, Written by: Eftemie
Shivering lightly, not just from the coolness of the pavement, Mi slipped under the vehicle. It was that time of the morning when nothing was moving because everyone was in the deepest sleep of the night. Only insomniacs would be up and she hoped noone was such and watching out the window. Asmo had said noone was but could she really trust him?
Either way, it was a done deal now.
She was afraid to this. She was afraid not to.
She did not want to die. At some point he would kill her.
Those thoughts laced in desperateness kept her moving. Asmodeus was nearby watching silently for any movement. He was her lookout or so she had told him. He merely smirked and left his expression unreadable.
Her gloved fingers pulled her along as she tried to get to what she needed. The brakeline was the only thing she knew anything about. She focused. That was what she needed. If there was a spot where it would look like there was wear... she blinked taking a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reached upwards while lying on her back.
Pressure from the brake pedal when he pushed down on it would... Shaking her head, Mi tried to remain calm, but she was fighting for every inch she got. Every inch of breathing space. Her chest tightened and she would soon be gasping. She knew she was going to get caught. Closing her eyes, she nearly decided to back out from under without doing anything.
Asmo growled. "Focus, Mischa." His voice sharp to give her the push she needed.
Her eyes snapped open, but she was still shaking. She needed something to.... Picking up the nearby flattened can, she began using it to slowly cut into the line. A piece of it lodged there, but she never noticed. The line had already looked scraped where she was working on it.
Pushing the sharp edge back and forth, she managed to cut through the line. It would look as it something had flipped up beneath the car as he was going down the road. As if.. as if he hit something.
Taking a deep breath again, she began to crawl out the side.
"Stop!" he growled. Someone was coming down the street. She froze at hearing the footsteps scuffing against the sidewalk.
Twice the man staggered, nearly falling down in as many steps. It was obvious to the demon that he was intoxicated. A grin broke out when the fellow sat down on the step nearby, mumbling to himself. Time for some fun.
Asmo grinned wider as he stepped towards him. Definitely some fun to be had. And ensure the fellow did not see Mischa, but she could not wait there forever.
"Get ready to get out after I chase him away, Mi. Be quick about it and quiet getting back into the apartment."
Deigning to let the man see him, the demon stepped out into view directly in front of him. He glanced down wickedly, eyes flashing. "Boo?" he smirked.
The fellow stared then jumped to his feet, tripping in the process and falling flat against Asmo's feet. He frantically crab-crawled backwards, back pedaling away as fast as he could. Then he was on his feet and stumbling around the corner into the alleyway.
"Now." Asmo replied walking forwards. "I'll make sure about him." A huge leer appeared on his face as he moved out of sight.
Mischa was out from under the car and on her feet as fast as she could go. The drunk was looking for an avenue of escape from what he thought he saw. Whether real or imagined, even his liquor soaked mind absorbed the fact he needed to run away as fast as he could.
As if compelled, Mi was gasping by the time she got to the door of her apartment. Hands shaking, she could barely fumble the doorknob to open it. Hurrying inside, she locked it and then crept quietly into the bedroom after removing her outer clothing.
she whispered inwardly as she moved into bed beside her husband.
He followed the man into the alleyway. It was a deadend. In more than one way. Asmo needed to ensure that the fellow would not tell anything about Mischa. If he knew anything.
The demon's steps were loud as he continued walking forwards. The man had blinked staring at the brick wall. Then he turned to face the creature before him.
"Wwwhat do you want?" the guy shivered as he moved back against the brick, cold behind him. Trapped. Nowhere to go.
Asmodeus laughed wickedly. "What do demons usually want, friend?"
The guy's lips trembled. "I've done nothing."
"Drink. Abuse your children. Fight. Steal. It all comes back to you at some point. Unless protected by one of us." he smirked as he moved closer and closer. Then he was on him, ripping, shredding, tearing. When he stepped back, he had the man's heart in his hand as the corpse dropped to the ground. It was a small morsel, but it would work for now. He had been tempted to let him go upon understanding that he had seen nothing. But then he wanted more. The man's soul was his.
Walking away, he let the corpse lay as he enjoyed his meal, but then hesitated, turning back to it. There should be no evidence left behind. Pulling fire forth hellish fire, he blasted the body, his eyes glowing brilliantly. For a few moments he maintained it, until the body was nothing but ashes. Clerics could be a pain if it was understood he was there. He wanted no clues to what had happened there at all.
When there was nothing but a scorch mark left behind, the demon smirked. "Little to be found now." he murmurred in amusement, turning away.
He noted Mischa was nowhere to be seen and entered the building where she lived. Asmo watched her briefly once he was inside, a wicked grin still on his face. He did not say what had happened to the fellow. She did not ask. He watched her closely as she finally drifted off to sleep. He would ensure that Jeffrey pushed the limit on those brakes. He would not be returning when he left on the morrow.
Tomorrow began a new life for her.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 2:49 pm
At Death's Door
01.15.09, Written by: Eftemie
Jeffrey got up, noting that she was already out of bed. A faint twitch of the lips was the only indication that he knew he had control over her entirely. He could hear her in the kitchen and smell the food cooking. Bacon, eggs, and toast if the scents in the air were any indication. With a smirk he got to his feet to get dressed. It was a nice way to begin the day. So long as she did not piss him off.
Mischa remained silent as Asmodeus spoke. She had nothing to say. A bit of guilt lay inside her for doing what she had done, but as he continued trying to soothe her, she reasoned it out. She had the right to defend herself, didn't she? That was what this was about. He would never let her go otherwise. He would keep beating her and maybe even kill her. Once she had thought she wanted to be dead. Now she knew she wanted to live. She wanted to do all those things she had thought they would do. She still did.
And she would.
Although it would take some time, Mischa knew that this was the only path she could take. She feared someone would understand, but at least she would be out from under him by that point. Either way, she did not care so long as she was free of Jeffrey.
When she heard his footsteps, she turned, taking the plate to the table for him. It was exactly as he liked it. Pouring his cup of coffee, she said softly, "If you want more, there is more."
He sat down at the table glancing over the food on the plate. "It looks good for a change." he stated and then began to eat.
She nodded, "Thank you." picking up her own plate and sitting down across from him.
The entire breakfast was spent silently as both ate. He did not like to talk while he ate and she knew it. Asmo stood nearby watching just in case. The man's thoughts were shoved away from hitting her. The bruise on her face from the last time was gone, the residue hidden behind makeup and he wanted no marking on her to indicate anything to the police when they would arrive later.
When Jeffrey left with no trouble, Mischa sighed in relief. She had made it through another day. How she hated him, but had once loved him. She glanced around for Asmo but he was nowhere to be seen. A frown crossed her face as she began washing the dishes up.
He got into the car with the man unseen. From the backseat, he simply watched for a short time then he grinned widely. Reaching out, he leered at him from the mirror allowing Jeffrey to see him.
"She's not yours anymore." the demon smirked.
Jeffrey blinked at the face in the mirror but whirled in the seat to see who was behind him. Noone was there. He glanced back into the mirror to see nothing. Shaking his head, he continued driving. Now that he was at the edge of town, the man sent the car up onto the interstate. The traffic there was moderately heavy but it was still faster than trying to go downtown.
Asmodeus laughed as his face appeared in the mirror again. "Don't believe me." He smirked once more. "Her attitude is different today. Today starts a new life for her."
The man whirled again, but then had to jerk his attention back to his driving, narrowly missing a car coming in off the ramp. "Who are you? What the hell do you want?"
"Hell. Her freedom. Power. I could go on and on with the list." the demon smirked again. A slight nudge and Jeffrey unconsciously sped up. As if he could run from his demons. The thought caused Asmodeus to break out into laughter again. "Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide this time."
"Get out!" he growled, foot pressing down on the pedal more. "Leave me alone!"
"Oh, I will leave, but not just yet. We are going to have a little talk first." He knew the car was going faster and faster without the man noticing as he swerved between cars. The traffic was getting tighter and tighter. The curves in the road were as well. One of them he was sure to miss or to slam into the wall causing a pile up of cars. Asmo debated the last one but then decided it should just be Jeffrey. He did not want anyone investigating and coming back on her. If it was just the man then few questions would be asked other than his brakes failed and he was going too fast.
His hands shaking, his foot shoved harder on the gas and once more the car speeded up. Then he had to hit the brakes trying to avoid a car that moved over in front of him. He hit the pedal twice but as he shoved hard, the pedal went squishy as if there was nothing there. Blinking he frantically pushed the brake pedal as he veered into the next lane to miss a truck.
"No brakes! I have no brakes!" he growled, glancing up at the face in the mirror. Then he felt the hand on his shoulder.
"No brakes at all." Asmo smirked, clawed fingers digging into the man's shoulder to hold him there. "You are going to die. I said this was about her freedom."
"What are you? Let me go! I'll give you whatever you want! Just stop this!" He squirmed slightly trying to keep his car on the road though it was going far too fast.
"I have what I want. Her. You have nothing to offer me." The demon glanced up at the curve in the road. The cars nearby had backed off though there was a police car siren blaring behind them now. The vehicle would never make the curve. Asmodeus vanished just before it hit the curve, ramping upwards into the air.
The car spun whirling across the pavement of the other side. It tumbled four times before landing hard on the top. Jeffrey lay bleeding from several places but still alive. He tried to move only to find out that he was trapped.
"Trapped the way you trapped her. Ironic." the demon smirked walking forwards. "What she did to the car was only the catalyst though she will think she killed you. My intent. I merely came to ensure you wouild die. You should feel honored. Not everyone gets a prince of hell at their death." He smirked, watching as his eyes gleamed brightly. Noone could see him and the police had to turn and come back. The other vehicles were stopping, a few getting out but they were a distance away from him yet and could hear nothing of what was being said. Reaching over, he ripped a spot in the gas tank. It began to drip rapidly.
"No! Get me out of here!" he began to struggle harder. Paniced.
Asmodeus laughed, one finger sparking as he moved towards the liquid where it was dripping on the hot motor. "I have no reason to. And every reason to continue. Enjoy." He ignited the gas pool at his feet then began walking away.
"Nooooooooo!!" the man screamed as he saw his death coming for him.
The explosion rocked the ground, sending the car up into the air, parts scattering. Those people that had moved to help quickly moved back as the police car arrived. The sirens of others could be heard as Asmodeus vanished. The officers sighed, staring at the blazing vehicle.
"Get on the horn and get a firetruck here. Coroner also. No way that guy survived that. And we need to get a license number off the car for next of kin." Officer Corkkoran sighed. Some days it was just a mess. And this day was starting out badly already.
She relaxed propping her feet up as she watched a show. As she continued folding the laundry, she laughed at the show, but then sighed. It was nearly four and she'd have to start cooking supper soon. He would be home and a bit of nervousness slipped through her.
The doorbell chimed drawing her from her reverie. She jumped instantly paniced, but then calmed herself down. It was just the doorbell and she shook her head in amusement at herself.
"Coming!" she called out as she moved towards the front of the room. Opening the door, she blinked in surprise to see two uniformed officers there. A frown flickered across her face. "Yes?"
"Are you Mischa Renaude`?" he asked, watching her a moment.
"Yes. Why?" Confusion flickered across her face as she watched him.
"I'm Officer Corkkoran. This is Officer Mayhew. May we come in? We need to speak to you a moment." he asked softly, showing her their badges. Both had their hats off and in their hands. This duty was never easy.
"I.. yes..." She indicated they could follow her inside. Moving towards the clothing stacked and folded, she quickly put it into the basket, so the couch was empty. "I was doing laundry." She shrugged and smiled.
Both men nodded, watching her. The girl had no clue. This was going to be hard. "Mrs. Renaude`, your husband drives a blue camaro license number 345 UB3?"
She nodded, turning to stare at them. Some of the color drained from her face. Something was wrong. Had they discovered what she had done? "Yes." Her mouth was so dry suddenly.
"There's been an accident. I.. I'm sorry but your husband was killed when his car jumped a curve on the interstate. We are not sure why he was going so fast, but..."
At the words killed, Mischa's face drained snow white. "killed..." she repeated, then she was crumbling to the floor.
Corkorran was closest and grabbed her as she fainted entirely. "She's fainted. She can't be more than 21 or so. Poor kid."
"Get her to the couch. I'll get a glass of water. She'll need someone to remain with her. We will have to ask her about family to stay with her." Mayhew moved towards the kitchen. "It looks like it's just her and him here." Pouring a glass of cold water from the faucet, he moved back into the room.
Patting her face, the other tried to rouse her. When he finally got a reaction from her, he helped her sit up.
"Dead? Are you sure? I mean... it's not someone else. It's Jeff.." She asked, still pale. Then she burst into tears, putting her face in her hands.
"We are sure. I'm sorry. How long have you been married?"
"Three years." she replied, her voice muffled.
"Is there any family that can come stay with you and help with this?"
She shook her head. "My parents are dead. And his were too. There was noone but us." Tears began to fall again and she took the small hand towel he had pulled from her basket of laundry.
"A neighbor or anyone?"
"No. We aren't really friendly to many here. He was always working and I do everything else. It was just always us."
"A friend?" he asked, shaking his head.
"Friend?" she repeated. "Cela. I.. she would come stay with me I think."
"Cela?" he asked. "Do you have her number?"
"Umm.. Cela Marschal, it's.. it's in the book there by the phone. I think." Mischa replied, curling up on the couch. Her feet were tucked beneath her as she glanced around the room. Tears filled her eyes and she began crying again though she tried not to. She could hear their voices talking quietly on the phone. They said little to her, but simply waited for Cela to arrive. When she did, the police talked to her a few moments and then left.
"Mi, are you alright?" she asked as she sat down on the couch beside her.
"He's dead, Cela." she stated as if she could simply not believe it and then broke down into tears again.
Reaching over Cela pulled her into her arms. Jeffrey had not always been nice to Mi, but he was all she had. Now he was gone too and she was at a loss of what to do. It had been more than two months since she had seen Mi. Because of Jeffrey, but now there was not that worry. She'd help her through this as much as she could.
Asmodeus watched from the side, a faint smile on his face. Fainting had worked in their favor. Mi had not really expected it to work. A part of her had hoped it would not. That was why he had ensured the man died. It would be his way and now she was his. He'd have to keep an eye on this other girl though. She might pull Mischa in some way. He would watch, but for now, it let her have someone. For now.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 6:54 am
Ill-gotten Gains
01.18.09, Written by: Eftemie
It was several weeks after the funeral when Mischa walked into his office, looking around as she gathered up his things. The casket had been closed because of the burned state of the body, but that did not make it any easier for her. Asmo was not there, but Cela had been by her side but even she had to return to work leaving Mischa alone to do this.
Jeffrey's boss stepped into the office watching her for a moment. Her hands shook and he understood how hard this was for the girl. "He will be missed, Mischa." he said softly, drawing her attention to his presence.
"Thank you, Jeremy." she said softly, but continued what she was doing. She had to focus on what she was doing and she forced herself to dig in.
"I need you to sign some papers when you get the chance. It's the life insurance the company had as well as the extra he had on himself. The company representative is waiting in my office. Just come when you get finished here."
She glanced up, staring at him. "Life insurance? I didn't know he had any."
The man raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Yes. Quite a large amount, my dear. You will not have to worry about money for some time. I do suggest you put some of it away in a bank or something. But you will have enough to comfortably look for a job."
She blinked at him in confusion. "I... alright." She tucked the last item into the box. "If there is anything else, just have someone send it. I... Let's go to your office now."
He nodded, hugging her for a moment. "It just takes time, Mi."
"I know." she said shortly, but then drew in a deep breath trying to strengthen herself. "I'll sign them now."
"This way." he led her back the path of corridors and between desks to his own office. A woman waited inside, laying papers on the nearby table in a specific order. "Ann, this is Mischa Renaude`, Jeffrey's wife."
"Hello, Mischa. I could hope we had met under happier circumstances." the woman nodded, turning as Mischa put the box of things into a chair.
Mi nodded, then asked, "You have some papers I need to sign? I don't understand. Life insurance? I didn't know Jeff had any."
Ann started at her a moment before turning to look at Jeremy. He shrugged. Jeff had been an odd one when it came to his wife and privacy. "Yes. The company has a certain amount on everyone to help the families, but there is the option for more. Your husband had that option. I have a check drawn up for you now, but I just need your signature on a few papers. This one," she indicated, "simply states that your husband is dead and we already have a copy of the death certificate so you don't need to worry about that. Sign there please."
Mischa nodded, picking up a pen and signing where she needed to. It could not be that much, but as she continued to sign papers, she wondered if she were signing her life away. When she was finally finished, Ann handed her the check.
"Here is your check, and I just need you to sign here that you received it, then we will witness it." the woman stated, indicating that Jeremy sign the paper next.
Mischa took the check absently, then she stared at the amount. "This is a mistake..." she said, eyes turning upwards and widening as she glanced from one to another. "This amount..." then she was shaking her head.
Ann raised an eyebrow. Had the girl truly not known anything about the insurance that Jeffrey had carried upon himself. "No mistake, Mischa. It's for $500,000. That is what he had on himself. He had the same amount on your life as well. You are entitled to keep the policy, but it would have to be handled separately now, and you would be paying the fee for it instead of it coming from his check since that option is no longer viable."
"I thought when he said.. insurance that it would only be about $5000 or so. Enough to cover the cost of the funeral." Mischa shook her head. "Should I keep the other on myself? I have no family."
"I did say you would be able to take your time, Mi." Jeremy replied, patting her shoulder. "Until you know what you want to do, talk to someone at the bank where his accounts are. They will help you get things set up. And the insurance, just leave it for now. It is paid up until the end of the year. Then I'll have Ann call you then to find out what you want to do."
She nodded, tucking the check into her purse with her copies of the other papers. "Alright." she blinked hard, shoving the tears away. She had money. Not just a little, but alot.
After she walked out, Ann and Jeremy both watched her through the window glass of the office. "Poor kid." he said softly. "No family at all to help her with this. But I've no doubt she will get her feet under her when she needs to."
"She really didn't know about the money either. But at least she won't have to worry for awhile." the woman stated, turning to put the papers away in the folder. "I'll get these processed. Have a good lunch."
Mi was stunned still as she entered the apartment. Cela would be over later when she got off work. Maybe she would know what to do with the money. She had half a million dollars and was at an entire loss on what to do with it.
When Cela arrived, Mi was sitting at the window, staring out. Glancing at her face for an indication of mood, Cela sat down nearby. The box was on the table nearby with the check and papers from her purse. She frowned faintly watching her silently for a moment. "How was your day?"
Mischa turned to stare at her. "I... He had insurance, Cela. The check is on the table with copies of what I signed. I don't know what to do with it."
"He did? How much?" she asked, " Can you live alright? Pay the bills at least until you find a job?"
She nodded absently causing Cela to sigh. She picked up the check to look at it herself. Then she blinked twice to make sure that she was seeing it right. She stared at the amount counting the zeros for a second time. And then a third.
"Oh my god! Mi! You won't have to work at all! You are rich! Didn't you know about this?"
Shaking her head, Mi replied, "I had no clue until they told me. I've never..." She shrugged, shoulders slumping slightly. "I don't know what to do now."
"First thing you do is get out of this miserable apartment. And do some shopping for yourself. New clothes. New hairstyle. Something." Cela replied, placing the check back on the table. "Put some of it away, but take some time for yourself. Take a trip. Just do something for yourself."
Asmo listened quietly for a change. He had wondered and been unsure if Cela would influence Mischa in a way he did not want her to be. For now he decided that he would allow it. Perhaps Mi did need some pampering and this girl might motivate her as she needed to be.
"A trip?" She blinked turning to stare at her friend. "Why? Where?"
Cela sighed in slight exasperation. "Anywhere. Just think of yourself for once. Tomorrow morning we will go to the bank. I don't have to work. We will get this taken care of. Did you find his checkbook, credit cards, or anything else?"
"The checkbook and a savings book were at his office. I didn't look in them. You can if you want." she stated, then turned back to stare outside.
Without hesitation, Cela began looking through the box. She pulled both bank books out, glancing at checking first. "He has $7000 in checking, Mischa. And..." she blinked in surprise again. "Oh my god... He had $567, 849 in the savings account. With both you have over a million dollars. You are rich, Mischa. You can live off the interest on it for the rest of your life if you want."
"Rich?" she repeated still staring at the street. It was raining outside now. Tears suddenly slipped down her face. She had killed her husband and being rich was her reward?
Cela sighed again, moving over to hug her tightly. "It's alright, Mi, but you don't need to worry about anything. It will get better."
Asmo walked forwards, still listening as one tried to comfort the other. Mi knew he was there, but neither had anything to say. For the moment. Mi was dealing with the guilt but soon enough it would not matter to her.
"I mean, you could take a trip. Gamble some in stocks. Invest in a store. Whatever you want to do. Anything at all."
The demon perked up at the word 'Gamble'. He listened even more intently, his own plan forming in his thoughts. A gambling house? It would draw in many pulling them to him. Demons and humans alike. It would give him more power and strength to remain also.
"Mischa." he finally said, "she is right. Let her help you. Buy some new clothing. Pamper yourself in those silks. Breathe." Asmo folded his arms as she turned to stare at him a moment.
She nodded, still feeling numb. "Alright, Cela. Let's go to the bank and spend the day however. A new apartment. And I need a car since his... I need one. It will take alot to pack though."
"We will hire someone to help. They can wrap the stuff up that you want and get rid of the rest. Now that's settled, have you eaten?"
"I had lunch."
"Supper then. I'm off work tomorrow, so we will leave when the bank opens up."
"Alright. How did your day go?"
"Busy. As usual. Normal for a weekday."
The demon walked from the building unseen. He glanced around him. A darker spot to think would work. It was nearly dark now. Cela was pushing her in the right direction. But how did he use it to benefit himself? Moving towards the bridge nearby, he grinned, maybe someone else needed a push over the side. He could hope.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 2:17 pm
Lust and Knowledge
01.25.09, Written by: Eftemie & Cinderfae
Cinderfae The prince drifted through the park thoughtfully, shifting his eye among those gathered. His summoner was going over some text in her search for the blades, he could have answered her questions for her but it was more amusing to allow her to search and also not part of the contract; it would cost her more for more answers and Sam wasn't one to give away anything idly even the angel blood she held in regard almost as much as her own soul. Sam was very true to her own morals, something that amused the Prince greatly, pushing aside thoughts of the mortals he had found Seere made his way toward the duck pond.
It was almost dusk so the park was emptying but the ducks were still sitting in the pond awake waiting for some source of food. With a somewhat amused expression Seere took one of the small bags settled over a nearby machine; tapping the dispenser the pellets fell freely to the ground. After capturing some in the bag the demon Prince let the others scatter about the walkway. Stepping off to the side so the animals that may be attracted by the food wouldn't bother him he found a spot to stand that had a nice view of the city and threw a few pellets into the water for the ducks still in the pond. Watching the birds scrabble for the food was more then slightly entertaining this evening. He afterall did have many things on his mind and with his sight sometimes the more mundane were the most entertaining.
Soon he knew he wouldn't be alone, the other would come and they would meet. He knew it would happen, he just hoped that the exiled Prince wouldn't keep him waiting long. Eftemie After leaving Mischa with Cela, the demon prince stalked across the bridge. His head had been lifted to the air as if he smelled a fragrance most enticing. A smirk appeared, sliding across his face quickly. Death was in the air but it was hesitant.
The jumper was not sure about jumping.
Asmodeus walked up behind him. It was a long way down. The fellow would die. He was standing all too precariously on the edge. The thoughts the man was having teased him. Tantalizing as they reached out, fear encased waves of doubt. His lips twitched then he laughed. Getting as close to the fellow as he could, he whispered. "It's a long way down. Don't look."
Startled, the man tried to turn, losing his balance. Then he toppled over the side, screaming as he went. The demon chuckled leaning forwards as he watched him disappear into the cold black water below. Nearly as satisfying as Jeffrey had been. Glancing around he wondered what to do next.
The park was nearby he noted, then frowned slightly. Someone was there. One of his kind. But which one? Curiosity got the better of him and he was soon walking towards the place he felt the attraction. When he noted Seere sitting there, he wondered what he was about.
"Nothing better to do than feed the birds, Seere? I'd have thought you would at least have a pet mortal under each wing." Cinderfae "There are much more enticing things then just mortal souls," Seere dropped a few more pellets in the water as he spoke, "wouldn't you agree." His stance and expression was that of nonchalance but he was curious about what the exile had been up to. He doubted that Asmodeus had the cunning to pull off so smoothly what had happened to Lilith but perhaps he would have at least some information. He could see much, but not all and it was those things he couldn't see that intrigued him most.
After a moment Seere looked sidelong toward the other Prince, "I've found some most amusing mortals actually...and yourself? What is it you have found as of late? Mortals? Pets?" A small twitch of the lip reflected Seere's own amusement, "deaths? To keep you occupied?" He didn't expect a straight out answer, but getting the question out there was part of the game...and the game had to get started somehow. Eftemie Deaths? Seere must have seen him scare the fellow on the bridge. He snorted in amusement.
"Mortals can be as passionate as we are, Seere. If properly trained." A wide grin broke out on his face. "And noone will miss my pet's husband. She killed him. I just ensured it by keeping him distracted and another out of the way so there was no evidence on her part. Besides I was hungry and his heart served well enough. And as for the mortal on the bridge just now, he was going to jump anyhow."
He turned folding his arms so he could watch the other demon. "Pretty little pet I have now. Raven hair and bright jade eyes. And so very young. Barely 21. Just not sure what direction to push her in yet. But I do have a plan working. I miss the gambling houses of old. And what are you up to here in this mortal world? Besides feeding the birds and fishes." Cinderfae Glancing over toward the other, Seere was pretty sure that Asmodeus' ignorance was true. Not that he ever really believed that the other Prince had the cunning to kill Lilith, there were very few he would credit with such.
"Gambling houses," Seere mused slightly before speaking again, "myself I have various interests, a mortal of my own that I find more then slightly amusing and a new servant." He left out that Kyrie was of celestial blood, the other Prince would be able to determine that on his own; leaving such to the realization of others was more amusing at least to him.
"It seems you truly are cut off from the news of home," Seere paused a moment dropping the rest of the feed into the pond and standing just watching the small beasts within scramble for what floated to the surface. After a moment of consideration Seere continued, "perhaps your exile won't be as long as you might have anticipated." Slivers of information, when used correctly could be useful. Why he was wasting such on Asmodeus was simple, the other prince had power. If they could come to any sort of truce it would be good for them both. Eftemie Asmodeus raised an eyebrow. "No? Who says I did not want it? I was not summoned here, Seere. I came through on Samhain and then found my sweet pet so that I could remain." His lips twitched faintly in amusement, then he focused on Seere a long moment.
"I've heard nothing since I've been here." he finally bluntly admitted his ignorance of the circumstances at the court. "Is Zulaika captain of Lilith's guard again? I know she was very pissed at me for what happened, so I felt it best to leave."
He had no plans to tell Seere what happened, but he was certain the other prince could easily guess and understand at the mention of her name. It had been his choice to act as he had. And if he had to do it all over again, he would still.
"So what is going on back home?"
Cinderfae "You should know I can see whatever I like of this world whenever I wish it, I only answer the most interesting of summonings." Reaching up the Prince brushed a bit of nonexistent lint from his robe sleeve. "And what is you are hoping to find here?" Seere mused slightly watching the other as he spoke, knowledge after all had it's own power.
He wondered if he heard a bit of annoyance in Asmodeus' voice, smiling faintly at the question of Lilith's guard he paused a long moment before answering.
"Lilith has no guards now, so that shouldn't be a worry to you." Eftemie "If you know so much, then you should know why I'm here." Asmodeus replied, smirking faintly but then shrugged. "It's not that hard to figure out. Mortals can be quite passionate if properly guided. Most interesting, huh? More than likely a challenge that you cannot see in its entirety." He watched Seere for a moment. "I'm after power here. I'm tired of taking orders for awhile and I'm making this my home for now. I intend to have a gambling house where I set the rules."
"As for Lilith, why would she need no guards at all? What happened to her?" A frown flickered across his face as he shifted slightly. Seere knew something from home he did not. He wondered briefly if his entanglement with Zulaika had provoked something more. Cinderfae Seere smiled faintly, "a gambling house, it has promise at least idea wise. A good way to gain sway over the souls of mortals." He didn't doubt that Asmodeus would do well with such a thing as his base of power.
He let the other have a moment to consider his words and smiled faintly at the response. "Ah dear prince, Lilith has no need of guards anymore...because she is dead." His tone was thoughtful and considering as he spoke not giving away any feelings over the outcome if he had them. Eftemie
"Yes, I built one long ago but had little opportunity to these last ages to even consider one. And that's exactly what I plan. With the money my pet inherited, it will not take long to gamble in another house and to her advantage. November is my month of power, afterall."
Asmodeus scowled suddenly, his jaw clenching tightly. "Dead? How? Someone took advantage of Zulaika being gone. She'll be doubly angry at me now." Then he grinned widely, suddenly smirking. "I guess it was a good thing to take the opportunity that presented itself to come here then."
Cinderfae "Things may not be as simple as you remember, if you would want any. I may be persuaded to lend some assistance if you desire it, for acceptable terms of course." The gambling house sounded like a worthy investment, and though greed and lust would be strong there; his own power could be raised by it as well. Gathering mortals in one area could almost always be profitable to him.
"Hmm, if that is the case it seems someone has been playing a long game. But considering their target I wouldn't expect less." Smiling faintly Seere paused before speaking again, "when given the chance there are many opportunities one can find here." Eftemie His eyes simply gazed at Seere for a long moment. Of any he would trust, it would be Seere. He would have the knowledge to help with this and would most likely enjoy it. Together they would be much more powerful than alone. Suddenly he nodded.
"It could very well be of benefit to both of us to ally together, Seere. I do not plan to return for a long time. Of course, we all return at some point." His grin widened as he spoke. Asmodeus fully expected to be sent back to hell at some future date. But he was not going to make it easy for whomever attempted to do so. "And this way, we have an advantage over the others. One is within and one without. Let them guess what we do and be wary of us."
Folding his arms, he asked, "What are your terms? I'd be willing to share the gambling house with you and to stand at your back with you at mine should the need arise." This was turning out to be an even better day than expected. Cinderfae He knew the other was considering his proposal, he also knew it was a good one. Finding an ally was always useful amongst their kind, it would take time to actually gain some semblance of trust but it would benefit them both.
"A share in the gambling house, though you will want to call it a casino now a days. And backing one another sounds good..." he let his voice drag a moment before continuing, "there is one small favor I will want from you, it likely will also require the help of your lovely mortal as well."
Seere smiled slightly before speaking again, "the mortal that summoned me is looking for some very particular weapons, each needs a bearer. And your girl likely could easily be one, I purpose the two meet and Sam gets the idea that she should be a bearer." Seere steepled his fingers in front of him slightly before continuing, the bit about being a bearer should be easily enough especially if he and Asmodeus worked together; their mortals were bound to meet, however he had very specific needs as well. "Should your mortal become a bearer, she'll allow me to examine the blade she receives...Sam doesn't need to know that I'm taking such an interest." The magics covering the blades were like a low hum he couldn't get out of his ears, and it made him want to master them even more. Eftemie
"Casino. Hmm.. A good enough word until we have it built and a name for it. Her name is Mischa Renaude`, but you more than likely know that already." Asmodeus grinned, then chuckled. "You are always looking for more knowledge." It was a statement and not a question he aimed at Seere. He understood some of what drove the prince as he himself was driven at times. After a moment watching him as if judging motives, the demon prince nodded.
"Agreed. If she is one, you will see the blade without your Sam understanding. I am assuming they are magical in some fashion or you would not have such an interest. Relics of the past I would think from long ago. There would be some out there waiting to be discovered. Men knew different things in the past than they do now. Perhaps even something we can use to gain more power. Then it becomes our choice on what we want to happen here and to some degree even there."
"Mischa needs to learn to pamper herself a bit. She's had nothing but abuse these last years married to that man. I want her to want them but to scorn them all in the end." He grinned wickedly. "I've plans for her later. Perhaps."
Cinderfae Seere nodded slightly, "each of the blades is magical. In additions to the magics they were originally given there is another enchantment that keeps them from being touched by infernals...most likely wouldn't be able to find them either; fortunately that is not a problem I don't have." He smiled slowly listening to Asmodeus, the prince had the right idea of what he was considering even if he put it much more bluntly then he would have.
After a moment of consideration Seere spoke again, "perhaps with pampering at least when it comes to material things, your Mi should meet with Sam. She is use to it, perhaps not in the traditional sense but she has always had the money for pampering." Seere smiled faintly, "a possibility also for where we can acquire what Mi doesn't inherit and perhaps mortal contacts as well."
After a thoughtful adjustment of his sleeve the Prince mused again, "I'm guessing you are going to want to run prostitution out of the casino as well?" He asked with a somewhat amused expression on his face but his voice was serious, "if you are looking to make a power center, I'd suggest it. And pull in the local talents. Offering the usual protection, a nice place to stay. In exchange for loyalty and a cut off of their nightly earnings. I'll even see to having one of my girls set in with whoever we find to keep an eye on things." The girls were part of his legions more specifically those devoted to his own personal pleasure, though it would take from his harem he was willing to offer at least that. Eftemie "So we will be unable to touch them unless we figure it out. Interesting." Asmodeus mused. He could easily understand what drew Seere there now. The demon had always been more interested in what was unseen than what he had in his hands.
"Mischa and Sam should meet. She might be of some influence to help with Mischa and get her to understanding that she can now have whatever she wants." A grin crossed his face. "Within reason, of course. And what I decide she can."
"And there will be definitely be prostitution in the casino. The local talents would have those who follow them so they would be drawing others in to us immediately. That works well." He nodded, thinking for a long moment. "And one of your own girls will work well enough. It will not hurt us to have someone there to keep an eye on what is happening." He watched Seere intently for a long moment again remaining silent.
"Hmm... You've always had your own harem. I believe I will have to bring in a few of my own strictly for that purpose. And that way should we need a stronger influence to get what we want, we will have more on hand to do so. I might send a couple out to see what they can find out on the local law enforcement and criminals also. We could get rid of opposition before it begins."
Cinderfae "Quite, and although the swords in question are each intriguing I believe understanding such magics will prove to be profitable at later times," Seere smiled with a small twitch of his lips, " Or even creating the opposite effect ourselves."
"And if the girls meet they are more likely to believe the sword and bearer idea was their own instead of something instigated," Seere paused for a moment in thought his summoner was as ruthless as himself or the other prince at times; which often made him wonder and smile. "Sam is very strong, if guided correctly she'll be a powerful asset and be able to aid you with your Mi as well."
"Though for pampering...I believe I may ask my Angel to help look at some of the male prospects for the casino's business." There was a twitch of his lip as if what Seere suggested was overly amusing to himself for some reason. Kyrie he had a feeling would be most amusing when told to do such a task.
Hearing of Asmodeus' considerations for a harem Seere quirked a brow slightly, "getting antsy already?" A wide grin spreading on his face in amusement. "Though it does sound like a good deal, we'll need to make sure we also get someone in the coroner's office...just in case of mishaps that may happen. I have someone in mind to keep an eye on the girls...she should be able to help keep order and offer protection if something were to happen that the casino security could not handle if we were not there to deal with it." Eftemie
"That could prove helpful." Asmodeus nodded as he thought about the blades. Seere would be the perfect one to solve the puzzle concerning them. And if his help were needed, Asmodeus would give it.
"Mischa could be tempted to agree to that. I'll just let them meet and then see what she does. Sam likely would be good to pull her the way I want her to go. And yes, both male and female would be needed. I would not think it will take too long to get this begun and get the building built. Angel? You've worked faster than I figured." He tilted his head in thought a moment, then smirked. "If you want to have some fun with her, then see if she would like to test the males for us. It's not like we can."
"Mi also has a friend that is a decorator of sorts. At least her mind was filled with thoughts of silks fabrics as she spoke to Mischa about pampering herself a bit. She could decorate the place as well as the dancers, selecting frills they need. We will want something for those who do not blatantly succumb to the gambling or to the prostitutes. It would fit her and move her into our frame of influence also. I had been debating that, but she'd be suitable for such a menial job."
A sudden grin broke out on his face at the comment about the harem. "Of course I am. I am always up for it. The hotter the better. And yes, coroner's office, law enforcement, and perhaps someone even higher. And your girl will work well for the added protection."
"When did you want them to meet? I believe Cela mentioned something about a spa and a day of shopping to get Mischa out."Cinderfae Seere chuckled faintly, "I am not going to push my Angel too far yet, but we should find someone more willing and experienced to draw in those to sell flesh. I'd suggest finding one of the locals that we can bind close to us and use them to recruit others. Perhaps one that is getting older and is looking to retire from the work; set them up as the madame of that section of the casino."
"I could likely push Sam in that direction, she has just returned from a rather icy trip," pausing a moment Seere continued, "if you believe Mi's friend is capable and can be used well I will trust your opinion of her ability to dress the dancers and decorations."
"I have some plans of my own, they may be useful with your casino enterprise in the future." Brushing his hand over his robe Seere seemed thoughtful as if he wasn't sure he wanted to commit too much to the plan he meantioned, "the local clergy. I am drawn to have some sway, such will require careful maneuvering, but I don't want anyone to cause problems with my Angel and myself; and knowing the movements of our adversaries is always useful." A small smile fell over his face, though it held no humor.
"If you would be willing to bring some enforcers that could be placed in areas for the casino...I'll speak to Razz about some demoness' that may be interested in your needs," Seere made a slight motion with his hand, "I'll let you speak to her later on about it if your interested." Eftemie
Asmodeus agreed, grinning. "Corruption should be slow and savored. There is a woman in Mischa's building that I believe would suit the purpose of madam. Miranda is her name. She will know what they need and be able to perhaps fill us in on the competition. I will see to her and have a lesser protect her. That could get her to pull free of her pimp."
"The spa will work well I think for a meeting place for them. And I'll suggest to Mischa that she get Cela to do so. I'm sure she will jump at the opportunity." Mischa and Cela would naturally be drawn to Sam and eventually the shove to Mischa would help him get what he wanted from her.
He snorted. "And your touch is much more subtle than my own when dealing with clergy, so I will leave it to you and back you up when you need it." He unfolded his arms, smirking a moment while making a fist motion. "I prefer just to ensure they are not in my way. But I know just the ones to bring in for enforcing. There are a few that are half human and half demon bruisers so they would naturally blend in. Theros is one of my best and I'll put him in charge of security. He'll know what needs to be done and get it done quickly. And that works. I'll speak to Razz about them."
"Tomorrow after Mischa has had time to pamper herself a little.. buy some new clothing, I will get her to do some gambling at the Isle. It will also give me a chance to check out the competition and see how they are doing it as well as raise her funds. I don't expect this to happen overnight, but I do intend to do it the most beneficial way for us."
Cinderfae Seere nodded slightly, reaching into the pocket of his robe he took from it a silver coin. Pressing the coin with his thumb his symbol was soon emblazed over the metal, "since you are not familiar with this place or time. This will help you find Sam's hotel where she stays and myself. I will see Sam is at the spa to meet Mi, after they are situated we can see to getting the permits for the casino in Mi's name, a building, and the rest from there."
Seere flipped the coin sending it over toward the other prince, they had discussed much. More would be forthcoming but for now it seemed they had covered many bases. Eftemie Asmo caught the coin with a grin. "I'll see to getting some of what we need ready on my end. It's been awhile since I felt this good. I've been gone from here too long. I will be in touch, Seere." With a wide smirk and a faint nod of his head, the prince was gone.
This had been a good day. Even better than he had expected it to be. He had a plan and an ally. Both very important for what he wanted.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 7:28 pm
Rain, Rain, Go Away
01.29.09, Written by: Eftemie, romantic wishes
Edward Fauste "This is ridiculous."
Edward stared at the black jacket that hung on a coat-stand dripping water onto the floor. It had been raining non-stop for almost the entire month of January, and if he didn't know better, he'd say that the sin of Sloth had incarnated itself again. That was the last time he could remember rain so persistent in Durem, which was practically on the edge of a desert. Saying the man was puzzled was an understatement... but Banshee said quite clearly that she hadn't sensed any Sin incarnating. Which meant, if anything, the Sins had been used as oversouls... if they'd come back at all. There wasn't a demon ranked high enough on Gaia with enough ability to make their own decisions to pull those seven demons out of Hell.
Well, that he knew of. He sighed and ran his hands through his soaked hair. It wasn't like plenty of other Sin-related... instances weren't happening. The summoners seemed to be largely free of it, but among average mortals a definite rising trend could be detected. Every day he saw more news of murder, assault or rape; the society pages had been abnormally bereft of marriage announcements following the New Year; the headlines always dealt with a new missing gem, or a particularly heinous suicide caused by overeating.
If he didn't know any better...
He did. Banshee would have noticed if someone had incarnated the Sins. Yet... Some things couldn't be ignored. The girl Claire used to come around quite often, and the same with the man Neil. Neither Edward nor Tae-yul had seen hide nor hair of them. Mandy, who had seemed dependable, had disappeared; Hilaire and Lucifer had vanished without a trace. He hadn't heard tell of young Soah and the Incubus yet, either... Tae-yul seemed to be on edge and struck out at anyone now, even the demons. Hae-min was constantly 'busy'. Martel didn't bother to come down the stairs anymore and he had to wonder how the woman ate.
In fact, it was if the entire summoning world had gone mad save him. He dried his hair with a towel and sighed. At this rate, he might lose track of all of them... it might be time for him to get more serious about his researches than simply waiting for them to pop up.
Edward picked up a book and turned quietly to go upstairs. Eftemie Why was she out here? A momentary thought that ran fleetingly across her mind causing her to doubt herself. Only Jeffrey had ever made her doubt herself. Brushing a slim manicured hand across her face, she thought about why she was even on the street walking in the rain. Her gloved hands caught her attention for a moment and a bit of guilt slipped through her. The gloves were black but they should have been red. Red. The color of blood.
A shiver ran through her as she studied the front of the shop. Peering at the doorknocker, she hesitated for a moment, then she forced herself to reach out and pull the door open. It swung easily , though Mischa was uncertain what she was doing. Her deal was said and done and she was thinking of the tattoo. Just a small one. But now as she thought about it, was the tattoo her idea? Or his? Did it matter?
She sighed the smell of sulfur tickling her nose as she shoved the hood of the leather jacket back to glance around her. The odor she was familiar with. Whenever he was around, it was filling the air. Almost a comfort to her now. Water dripped from her she knew, but little could be done about it. Something drew her in and she planned to take her time and look around. She took her time more now simply because she had more time for herself. Her eyes squinted to look about. What sort of place was this? She had no doubts that if she needed protection, he would be close by.
"Is anyone here?" romantic wishes He heard her just as he reached the upper landing and he contemplated staying up there. In the end, though, the only answer was to go back down; after all, in this ridiculous rain, who would venture into the streets if they didn't need to?
"Good evening, miss," he said, setting the book down on his desk as he passed. It was clear that he had also been outside recently, though not in as good a coat as she; his clothing was soaked through, and if it had been any color but black the woman would have been able to see some interesting scars. "How may I assist you?" Eftemie She stared at him a moment, teeth suddenly tugging on her lower lip. Startled she watched him a moment, a warm flush rising through her. Her eyes looked him over from his feet, up the length of pants and then further upwards to his face. The black clothing suited him even though his hair was as dark. His handsomeness was far from lost on her as she watched him. A shiver shook her from her reverie preventing her from pursuing that line of thought.
"I just... I was not sure what this place was entirely. It sort of drew me. Curiosity I suppose. I was thinking about a tattoo... of sorts." She glanced at his book. "I apologize that I interrupted your reading."
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The inspection was borne without comment or embarrassment; Edward was comfortable with his body and didn't so much as shift. His eyebrow twitched upwards, though, as he said, "I am afraid that we don't do tattoos here, miss, except as matters of sealing and binding. If you need a demon bound to you, I would be quite pleased to offer my aid." She was pretty, in a way that he defined to himself as 'human' (he felt bad for that, but he had grown up practically around asian women and demon women, which made you rather jaded).
He shrugged. "If not, do feel free to browse. We offer a library of demonological texts and scrolls."Eftemie "Demon..." she repeated then laughed softly. "That explains the sulfurous smell. It's gotten rather comforting. And as for the tattoo, I did not expect you to do them here. I see no needles unless you do voodoo secretly in a back room." She laughed at her small joke.
Mischa glanced around and then frowned thoughtfully. A little uncertainty slipped into her eyes. "Perhaps you can show me some of the markings of various demons. I'll know the one I need when I see it. They do each have their own symbol, don't they? And various ranks?"
Asmodeus had said he thought she should get a tattoo, but not said what it should be. Only that it should be useful. Useful could be defined in several ways. He meant useful to him. She had never had a tattoo before but she was thinking about it.
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"Not secretly," he said, quite serious although he had a small smile now. "We're quite open about our satanic practices here." He reached up to the very top of one shelf and pulled a book down- the Lesser Key of Solomon. "This book should be of assistance to you, then, miss." Edward held out the tome with both hands; it was quite thick. "Why do you ask?"Eftemie "The voodoo or the markings?" she asked, smiling in return but then answered for both. "A joke and curiosity on someone I know." Mischa reached out to take the book from him. It was as heavy as it looked and she placed it on an open corner of his desk. "There are alot of demons I guess. Or just alot of information on them. I just assumed that they were like anyone else and had their own system of ranking and giving orders. I really don't know much about them."
Opening the book in the middle she scanned it a moment before turning a page. "Hmm.. Paimon, Phenex, Purson. Alphabetically ordered. That will make it easier." Closing the book, she reopened it closer to the front. "Barbatos... Interesting marking, but not the one I want." Moving several more pages to the front, she stopped on Amon caught by what she saw there. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she scanned the paragraphs but then she turned pages again, this time stopping on what she really wanted.
She read it for a long moment and then she turned to Edward with a smile. Asmodeus was a prince. She nearly laughed and cried at the same time. Irony stung sometimes. Her prince had come and yet it was a demon prince who had answered her. Closing the book, she held it out to him again. Her deal was said and done. "Thank you. I found what I needed even if I was unsure what it was." romantic wishes
"Of course they do. There are the Unnamed, the Named, the baron, the marquess, the president, the earl and the duke, then the prince." He waited out the girl's search, wandered back to his desk to start his own researches- what would be most appropriate in this situation- and thus he was taken by surprise when the young lady spoke up. Edward walked back over to her and took the copy of the Lesser Key, restoring it to its place on the shelves as she spoke. "I am glad to be of assistance," he said with a courteous nod. "Is there anything else you need?"Eftemie "No. It was enough." She smiled, pulling her gloves back on and then the hood of the jacket over her head, her face now shadowed as she watched him a moment more. "It explains much about his imperious attitude and gives me a bit better idea on how to deal with everything. And the tattoo. Thank you... " She searched for a name but then understood he had not introduced himself. Nor had she. "Besides, I'd not interrupt your reading further though I may be back should I need other information. I had no idea such a place existed here until now."
Any other time she'd have made a pass at him at least more than just looking him over. But the tattoo and Asmodeus was still on her mind. And the fact that her husband had only been dead a couple months. But she now understood why Asmo acted as he did, giving orders so easily when she faltered. He was a prince of hell and commanding legions and far from the simple demon she had thought him to be. She supposed she needed to think on her situation more. Much more.
She glanced towards the door where the rain could still be heard. "My name is Mischa. I'm building the new casino in town. Stop by some time after it is finished. I'll see that you get a few games on the house. If not, there will be various stage shows and a spa available. A warm spa on a day like this could be just what one needs." romantic wishes
"Pleasant to meet you, miss," he said, "and it was no trouble. Good luck with your endeavor- I imagine the ever-robust Mr. Gambino will give you quite the run for your money." He was not much of a gambler, beyond the vagaries of his practice, but it wouldn't be polite to say so and because of that he stayed silent beyond a polite 'thank you'. Eftemie
She smiled as she turned towards the door. "I do not think Mr. Gambino will be a problem. I have help. The prince of my dreams." Waving her hand, she walked out the door with a faint smile on her face. If she was going to do this, then she was going to dive in headlong. What choice did she have now anyhow? Tugging her hood a bit further over her face, she moved towards home. It had been a very interesting walk and she had some thinking to do.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 12:14 pm
Theros Arrives
02.01.09, Written by: Eftemie
He watched her silently for a long moment. The time spent with Seere had given him more options than he had expected to have. But as he gazed at Mi and Cela, he calculated wht he needed to do next.
Cela babbled about clothing and things she thought Mi needed as she pulled clothing from the closets. In only a few moments she had left her friend only three pairs of new jeans, four blouses, one dress, and one jacket. Two pairs of shoes were left and the rest was boxed up tight to be given away or tossed out. She had already gathered Jeffrey's things to give away. Only a few items remained and those the girl suggested that Mischa sell them.
As both girls were distracted talking, Asmodeus walked into another room. He needed Theros there to begin working on several things. Tracing a set of sigils into the air, basically Theros' demonic address, the prince grinned widely. Theros was one of his best and had been returned for some time. With him, there were advantages.
One advantage being that while Theros was only half demon, he was also half human and looked more like that of his mother and was able to blend in as needed. He was a deceptively handsome youth, pale- oh so pale green as to be almost white- eyes with snow white hair. His skin's coloration was that of a tanned summer day, a warm glow that made the paleness even more prevalent.
It was rumored that he was Asmo's son by a mortal woman he had once seduced. She had died in childbirth and knowing the possible origin of the child, he had found his way to the prince's own. If he was the demon prince's progeny, neither were saying if they knew. Even having reared the young man, the prince treated him as he treated all those under his command. Asmodeus used him as he saw fit and Theros' immortality did not hurt.
Theros... he whispered setting the last marking in place. It flashed briefly and then vanished, leaving a small round spot glowing. Asmodeus stepped back to wait. It would not take long.
The whisper echoed in the air in front of him. For some time he had been idling his time away, tossing a coin into the air aimlessly. A couple young women passed by him but turned to show their interest as they watched him a step or two.
Theros smirked to himself, tossing the coin again. But this time as he caught it, he stopped, holding it tightly in his palm. The world seemed to shift faintly, to recede as if he were being sent a message. He was. A quietness settled around him as he listened carefully. Centuries had honed his gifts that he knew instantly that it was Asmodeus, his Lord, calling for him.
Although Theros lacked some of the ability that true demons had, there were some things he could do. Teleport was but one, though he had no need of that skill now. The summoning would take him to the one who desired his presence. All he had to do was relax and let it act. It had been some time since he had seen the Prince. Somehow he knew he was going to enjoy this and a feral grin appeared on his face. There would be much to do if Asmodeus was summoning him directly. It also meant that the demon prince was also in the mortal world once more. It would be glorious having their way for a time. Shoving the coin into his pocket, he laughed as he disappeared before an elderly man's eyes leaving a stunned and fearful expression.
When he appeared in the kitchen, Theros glanced about him. A smirk slipped across his face as he bowed to the demon in front of him. For a long moment he said nothing, pushing the limit of patience deliberately. "My Lord. It has been some time. You need me?"
Asmodeus raised an eyebrow, but then smirked back. "Too long, Theros. And I have work for you to do, after I explain what is going on. This should be challenging, but I have no doubts you will be capable of it and enjoy it."
"In that case, Lord, I'm all ears." He pushed, but Asmo would push back if he needed to. Neither pulled their punches in the past, why should they now? In truth he loved Asmodeus for giving him free reign to be who he was. He belonged in both worlds and he used both well just as his sire did.
The prince snorted indicating that Theros take a seat. In a short time he explained that Mischa had killed her husband at his instigation. Then he stated his plan for a casino and to use it as a base of power for himself. He was not planning on returning for a long-very long- time. It was in Theros' eyes that he approved, making Asmodeus grin even wider. It was as he had thought. Theros would enjoy this challenge.
"I did not realize you had been summoned here." Theros admitted. "It's been a long time since I've seen anyone other than the normal demons running around. And they are not doing much. What is it you want me to do for you?"
"I'm not the only one here. And I was not summoned. I came on my own after being ordered away from court. You are going to be the head of security for us. You will have to dress the part as much as play it, but you are the one I believe that is suited for it. You have the strength and the brains to do well." he grinned, shrugging. "It suited my purposes. I forgot what an enticing place this is." He glanced over at the door as Cela left. Mischa had not come out of the room.
"Head of security? I think I could enjoy that." He gazed at the closing door. "Your pet?"
"No. She's still inside. Rather tired I think." the demon paced for a moment. "There is one other thing you should know. The casino will not be just mine. There are others who are going to partner it. You will need to accommodate him and his."
"Who?"
"Seere. His pet is going to accidentally run into mine. None know that Seere and I have allied ourselves. I no longer have access to the court, but he does. What I know, he does not. We will work well together, though we do not fully trust one another yet. I will back him up as necessary. This is not just for now, but there as well, should we ever get sent back." He grinned widely. "At some point I will, but I intend to have enough power that it is damned difficult for it to happen. And they will have to go through both Seere and I to do it."
Theros blinked in surprise. The first time in a long time he had been surprised and the magnitude of what this meant was not lost on him. Suddenly he laughed in approval. "Very smart move, my Lord. I will give him the respect I give you. And your plans for your pet are...?"
Asmodeus cut him short. "Are my plans. Protect her. Do not touch her." His expression said it would be very unpleasant should that happen.
He raised an eyebrow. So protective already meant she was exceptional in some way. Now he was interested in seeing her. "Well, show me who I am protecting at least."
The prince watched him a moment then nodded. "She's sleeping right now. It's going to be a battle to pull her free of the pain that idiot put her in, but when she is...." he left the rest unfinished as they walked into the bedroom. "I'll introduce you later, but we will need to plan who we are going to need here when the casino opens. Also, whatever mortals you know and trust can be pulled in also."
He stopped to stare at her, understanding what had caught Asmo's attention. There was the slow release of pain even in her sleep and he understood just how abusive the fellow had been to her. Her desperation had smelled sweet to Asmodeus and he could understand why. She was a beauty if she were dressed properly. Raven hair. "What color are her eyes?" he asked simply watching her.
Asmo watched Theros a moment before turning back to her. "A brilliant jade. Why?"
"Just curious. That's all." Theros replied, still watching her, his pale eyes almost glowing. "She's pretty but in a great deal of pain. Are you sure she is up to running a casino?"
"Her money is what is going to run it. Others will be there to help her. You for one. Cela, the girl who left earlier, for another. Seere's Sam will also once they meet. The casino will be a source of information, souls, money, sex, and anything else we want. Gambling houses have changed since I last had one and I intend to enjoy this one."
Theros nodded, turning to watch Asmo a moment. The prince was intrigued by this girl no less than he but why? Maybe he would understand when he met her later. Brushing the hair from his face, he grinned, "So who do we need?"
"As many as we can get?" Asmodeus replied, turning for the door. He did not want to waken her. After the spa, she would go gambling and then they would have to ensure that she won a great deal. "Let's go plan."
Theros glanced back at Mischa, silently watching her as he and Asmodeus went back to the other room. Something stirred in him when he watched this girl. Probably no less than it did in Asmodeus. Time would tell what it was. If nothing else, he had learned to be patient.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 5:42 pm
A Meeting Of Damned Souls
02.26.09 Written by: Cinderfae & Eftemie
Cinderfae Sam moved through the door of the spa, the decor was as suspected superb but it was the sound or lack of sound the hinges that the hinges on the door made that made Sam believe the place was worth the money they had taken from her account for a reservation. The devil after all was in the details, the thought made her frown slightly, her devil...demon whatever was up to something and until she knew what it was going to bother her.
Returning from the arctic with less answers then she had hoped for had caused Sam to be more cross then usual and brought the hotel staff much pain the past week since her return. Seere's sly suggestion that she may need some true pampering had put her on guard but she had agreed to the idea because really she could use it. They had gotten the sword but no answers were forthcoming, shaking her head slightly, the tight dreads and charms within it clinked together lightly before she moved forward toward the desk. Seere had said there would be a woman here today, a dark haired woman that may have an interesting business starting. She wasn't particularly looking for a business endeavor but the demon prince's interest had drawn her own.
"Samual Marlin, for a one thirty appointment," Sam could tell from the expression on the woman's face that not only had the name startled the woman but also likely her appearance. Most the women moving to and from the place were manicured and pampered, wearing overly high heels that looked more like torture devices then fashion - at least to Sam. She waited as the woman looked over the screen, the woman's eyes widened slightly and she was guessing some notation had been made about the origin of her name; which meant the woman knew she was worth well more then the entire spa, let alone a visit. Though the spa Sam decided wasn't worth as much as she had first suspected, or they would have already had their staff prepped for the arrival of the unexpected; that's how you knew the really rich even if something shocked them they hardly showed it.
"Uhm...this way ma'am," a smile and attentiveness that had not been there before came over the woman and Sam let her show her back toward the changing rooms. For her part Samual ignored the woman her fake curtsy was more annoying then comforting to the treasure hunter. The doors of the changing area opened up showing a well maintained and lovely room; moving past the woman Sam found herself a spot to the side to start changing out of her clothing, her eyes shifted some over the various others in the area curiously attempting to place the mysterious woman Seere had mentioned. Eftemie Mischa and Cela walked into the spa slowly glancing around them. The richness here caused Mi to pause in the doorway. Asmodeus had suggested she go along with what Cela wanted for now. So she had but she still did not like doing nothing. His proposition of winning more money in a casino and getting to see something of a true nightlife was intriguing but it still did not sit entirely well with her.
A casino. She'd never been in one and was not entirely certain what she would do if she did go to one. She corrected herself. When. Asmo wanted her to do this. She would end up doing it and probably enjoying it to some extent. It just was not in her to fight. Mainly because she did not want anything at all. She had what she wanted. Jeffrey was gone.
Shaking her head, she walked to the desk. "Mischa Renaue`. I have an appointment for one thirty. This is Cela Marschal."
The girl glanced up at Mischa and Cela, taking in their clothing. She gazed back down at the screen. "You are late, Ms. Renaue."
"Yes, I am." Mischa said softly, but as the girl would have continued a bit of irritation slipped into her. "I paid well in advance and more than necessary. My time is my time whether I am late or not." Normally she'd have apologized. For some reason she would not this time.
Cela's teeth tugged her lip as she watched Mischa. She definitely needed relaxing before they went to enjoy themselves later at the casino. It had been Mischa's suggestion and she still was unsure why.
"I beg your pardon, Ms. Renaue`. This way, of course." She led Mischa back to the changing room. "Everything you need is ready for you both."
"Thank you," Mischa stated, removing her hat and shoving the hair from her eyes. She glanced around taking in some of the others before she dropped the hat on the table in front of her. "Are you sure this was a good idea, Cela? I don't know why I'm even letting you talk me into so much." Cinderfae Tugging on the thin overly short robe Sam noted the two new arrivals, she was guessing that they were the ones Seere had hoped she would meet. The had the feeling of those that didn't belong to such a place, considering her own feelings of the spa she wouldn't put it past Seere to have a hand in it. If she hadn't been so stubborn she likely wouldn't have known he was trying to get her to meet with others.
Her schedule put her down for a salt glow, she had a feeling that the other two would be heading that way as well. Moving across the room toward the hall to the wet rooms and showers Sam paused and offered the two a smile, "I think you have the same one thirty schedule that I do," she didn't look like the regulars of the spa by a long shot but felt comfortable anyway, something that shown in her stance. Sam was just throughly comfortable with herself. "If you aren't familiar with this building I can show you where to head."
Her curiosity of what the demon was up to propelled her to more intrusion then she usually would have used with someone she had just met. Eftemie Mischa glanced over at Sam watching her a moment. Then she smiled nodding as Sam seemed friendly enough. It wasn't like she had alot of friends or even acquaintances. "That would be appreciated. I've never been here before. I'm Mischa Renaue`, Mi is fine. This was Cela's idea."
After a moment's hesitation, she shrugged, slipping on the robe. Mi glanced at Cela, Sam, and then herself. "The robes leave a bit to be desired though. A bit short and not as comfortable as they could be."
"Hi. I'm Cela Marschal. And if I didn't drag her out, she'd still be curled up in that apartment avoiding everyone." The girl smiled, a genuine warmness about her. "Besides if she plans to do what she's thinking about, it never hurts to check out what is offered around the area and then do it better. I intend to see she gets her hair cut and some shopping done before the day is over. She needs a dress for tonight. A slinky one."
Mischa suddenly sighed. "I don't need a dress like that. It doesn't matter what I wear." Cinderfae Sam grinned faintly, "don't worry about the robes, we are heading to the wet room. Which means we won't be in them long," shrugging slightly she glanced toward a nearby hallway. The two women smelled like new money to her, they had the cash to pay for the place but were feeling out of sorts. Sam had always had the money but never really cared, and Sam never really gave a damn what others thought of her.
Chuckling slightly Sam glanced over at Mi, "sounds like you two have quite a night ahead of you." She had her own objectives but the treasure hunter tapped her lip slightly allowing herself to be distracted; perhaps she'd allow it for the entire night. "And what you wear and how you cut your hair does matter sometimes; to yourself anyways."
"So what do you two have planned for tonight? If you don't mind me asking?"
Eftemie "I'm glad you said that. I've been trying to get her to understand that it might make her feel better." Cela stated, smiling at Sam warmly. "She needs a makeover and to think of herself for a change."
"My husband died a short time ago." Mischa said softly, but then as she watched Sam, she continued. "He was not the nicest person, but he was still... my husband." Taking a deep breath, she shook herself a moment trying to free herself of tears. He would have no more from her. "Anyhow he died in a car accident and left me some money."
"Just say it, Mischa. He was abusive as hell and I frankly hope that's where he's at." Cela growled, then shook her own head. Gritting her teeth she held her tongue so she'd not say more of what she knew.
"We are going to the Isle tonight to do some gambling. Another friend of mine thinks I should open a new casino after seeing how they do things. As well as use their money to build it." She shrugged. "It could be interesting. He said I'd win if I went tonight. Some lucky day for him or something. Cela thinks we need to be dressed to kill tonight." Her lips twitched slightly and her hand trembled as she brushed her hair back. She'd already killed once without being dressed. "And I haven't had a night out in about 2 years. Or even had my hair done except just to trim the length. Cela will be planning the decorating of the casino and making sure the costumes are what they should be."
Cinderfae She wasn't really the best when it came to emotions and abuse, most anyone that had ever tried to hit her had ended up with broken limbs in one form or another. For a moment Sam was a bit lost as to what to say at least the girl wasn't needlessly mourning for some guy that she was pretty sure had been a b*****d.
Deciding that bypassing possible cause for tears was the best option Sam focused more on what they were saying. The casino caught her attention, that's the business that Seere had meant; she once again wondered why he would be interested. "Hmm, a casino," Sam quirked a brow, "he leave you quite a bit I'm guessing, because starting a business is expensive. Plus you need an annoying amount of zoning permits and well just lots of things." She'd never started a business from scratch but with the amount of digging and trouble making she had taken part in over the years was familiar enough with the idea of zoning ordinances.
Sam glanced to Cela and grinned a bit mischeviously, "it sounds like you do need a night out," she looked to Mi as she spoke and then back. "If you ladies want some help with getting ready and don't mind a tag along. I think a night out is something I could use as well."
Catching the eye of an impatient steward Sam chuckled, "and I think we better hurry up or they are going to start the salt glow without us." Eftemie Mischa nodded, moving towards the steward. "We don't mind if you really want to come along. Maybe it will distract her from me." She shrugged, then laughed. "I can hope anyhow." For some reason she liked this woman and her circle of friends was small so it might be nice to have someone else around. "He left me enough that I can do whatever I wish. I do know it will take a great deal more than what I have to build it, but he said I'd have it. He's not let me down yet. One of the reasons for this trip today was not just for myself now, but to see what they do, how to improve upon it and put one in my casino for convenience."
"He?" Cela asked, stopping to raise an eyebrow at Mischa. "He who?"
Mischa smiled faintly, her lips twitching in amusement. "Oh, just a prince I know." She'd not said anything to Asmodeus that she knew so much more about him now. He was up to something, but so long as he took care of her, it did not matter any longer. Cinderfae Sam almost stopped in her tracks when Mi spoke, a prince.... it could have just been a form of speech but with Seere's interest in the girl already she had a feeling it wasn't bloody likely. It also was a bit annoying, yes she knew he was a prince of Hell but she had summoned him not the other way around. And he'd been paid with a nice celestial soul that now looks at her like a kicked puppy every time she runs into them. So Seere could at least do what he was called for and not attempt to pull her into whatever other schemes he had going; demon or not Sam hated to be manipulated.
"Have to watch those Prince's, they usually aren't all they are cracked up to be," she'd have to see to her own Prince once she got back to the hotel. She had uncovered a bit more of the plot but decided that the two women were worth figuring out the rest, besides a night on the town didn't seem so bad at the moment. It would keep her from having to deal with the now pregnant Gia and Alex's mood swings.
Arriving at the wet room Sam smiled for the stewart slipping her robe off without a second thought as she did and moving toward one of the nearby tables to lay for her scrub. "Where did you have in mind to get the makeover started? I know you said a haircut here...but did you have any shops in mind for clothing?" Eftemie "Most males are not." Mischa replied softly. "So far he's been behaving himself. At least that I know of. He's done what he promised to do."
Cela sighed faintly. The entire conversation was over her head. She had no clue who Mischa was talking about. Unless it had been someone at Jeffrey's office who had offered to help her. His boss had been very nice the one time she had met him. More than likely that's who it was. "I had planned to take her to a couple of the boutiques and look around until something caught our eyes. Honestly I've barely looked to see what is out there though I've seen more of the finer things than Mischa has, but even with my job I didn't have the money to pay for the better clothing. Suggestions?"
Mischa moved towards the table leaving her robe with the steward also as did Cela. Laying down she thought about the things that she needed to get done. "I've no idea on the clothing. I've never had this much money before to shop for myself."
He paced the floor for several long moments, but he wanted to know what this Sam was like that had tied herself to Seere. Would she unduly influence Mischa? He was unsure without knowing what he was dealing with. Theros had popped in and then left again, on his way out to search for some of those he knew. They would like the opportunity the casino presented for their own needs as well as the protection it would offer against others. Finally his decision made, Asmodeus vanished. He would go to the spa and see what this Sam was like. And a few peeks at the naked women would not hurt either. He'd have to talk to Razz soon though. Very soon. Cinderfae Sam rested allowing the attendants to work over her skin, usually she didn't bother with spa treatments but after the stint in the arctic the scrub felt wonderful. "Well, I know there should be a few shops around that should be able to help with getting you an outfit and likely another change of clothing or two. I saw Prada had some nice boots the last time I took the time to bother looking, the newest Chanel fashions should be out as well might have something suitably 'slinky'. Dolce Gabbana," Sam paused and looked over at Mi, "I think you could find something there to wear as well...plenty of brands and shops just have to find the one that is right for you out of it all."
Sam chuckled slightly, "and we'll have to make sure you both have new dresses then. So have you been interested in your own business before?" Sam let her eyes slide over toward Mi her question curious and also thoughtful.
She'd handled various business' from time to time and they were good for various things, some of which weren't always apparent on the outside. Eftemie "I already told Cela that I'd pay for her things. She's going to be decorating the casino and shows for me. She will need to look that part as much as I do. Hmm... Not the casino exactly," Mi replied enjoying the scrub. Her muscles were tight and she knew it all too well. Even just a couple years of tension tied one in knots. "I took art classes until I got married and then he wanted me at home. Made sure I was at home."
"Those were some of the suggestions I made to her too. I figured we would find something that we would like. And Mi is very good at painting. I was thinking that she should have a studio there where she can do some paintings and then hang them in the casino rooms with others. Maybe even have a gallery of sorts there."
"As soon as I have the rest of the money needed, I'm finding an architect to design it for me. I'm sort of doing this with his advice. Said he's built a casino or two over the.. years." She barely hesitated at the word years. Asmo had actually said centuries but she could not say that in front of Sam or Cela.
Cela's attendants had finished her and were helping her up and on to the next portion of the treatment in the next room. "I'll see you when you get there." she laughed, moving away with them. The door closed leaving Sam and Mischa alone. It was obvious that both of these women were tensed up and the scrub would help relax them more before the next stage began.
Asmodeus slipped into the room in amusement. It had barely taken him an instant to find Mischa. "Enjoying yourself, Mi?" he asked when she started in surprise at his sudden appearance. "Please don't cover yourself on my behalf. I much prefer you this way." He smirked, eyes glowing, and then glanced at Sam. He reached out pushing lightly and both attendants moved back from Mi and Sam.
"We are going to let you soak a bit more for this. It will ease the tension in your muscles a bit more. That way it will not be so painful for the massage that you will have shortly." Both girls were suddenly out of the room quickly.
Mischa's eyes narrowed after the moment of surprise. She couldn't say anything. Sam would think she was crazy. Cinderfae When Asmodeus appeared Sam didn't so much start as move instinctually to draw her gun, which since she was in the spa and naked she didn't have. Biting off a curse she frowned and instead took in the scene before acting, Mi knew the creature and from the looks of it; Sam was guessing it was Mi's prince. She wasn't an expert but from her own research before deciding upon calling Seere she knew that the Princes weren't like the lower ranking demons; the suspicious part of her wondered if something more was going on to have so many summoned in close proximity.
Sam narrowed his eyes as Asmo compelled the attendants to leave a frown settling on her face. She rested back against the bath not bothering to cover herself, after all he'd already barged in and there wasn't really a point to it. "Your 'Prince' I take it, pushy b*****d isn't he?"
Sam tapped her fingers in rhythm against the side of the bath tilting her head to watch Asmo as she did. She considered calling Seere, but decided she'd save that for a moment in which she actually really needed him. Other then being a peeping tom the demon hadn't done anything to really bother her yet. "So what is it you want exactly?" She was clearly addressing Asmo and not Mi as she spoke. Eftemie Mischa sighed. "I'm guessing you can see him. And yes. He is a bit pushy, but then this would be something he would find this amusing. His name is Asmodeus, the Prince of Lust."
Asmodeus raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. Sam was a bold woman. Perhaps some of that would rub off on Mischa and he watched Mi's eyes a few moments before turning away. "So you finally figured it out. Good, Mischa. You have a life ahead of you full of whatever you desire on your terms. And mine. It's time you stood up more for yourself." Turning to face Sam a bit more, the demon laughed. "I was just making sure she was enjoying herself. And I already have what I want. For now. Seere and I are actually on good terms, so you can relax. I don't intend to rip your heart out or anything." He grinned wickedly, relishing the thought of it. "I can understand why Seere answered you now. We thought that perhaps you should meet since the casino will be our base of power here. Seere can tell you more if he's so inclined. Somehow I think he will not be."
He watched her a moment, a faint smirk sliding over his face. "But make no mistakes, Sam, on my presence. I was not summoned, but entered this world on my own leaving Hell behind. I still command but I do not take orders from the court. I plan to make sending me back damned difficult to do. My contract with Mischa allows me to remain here indefinitely. In the next few days, I would like you to meet Theros. He's going to be the head of security. I think you will find him interesting. He's half human, half demon, and has been immortal for several centuries. He's very good at what he does." Cinderfae When it seemed that Asmodeus was going to talk instead of do anything threatening Sam rested back in the bath with an unamused look on her face, "she'd likely of had a more relaxing time if you hadn't decided to wander in." She was accustomed enough to the strange to not take a more defensive stance but still was forcing herself to rest in a calm manner. She'd not have offered her own soul when she could find another option though from what she had gathered from Mi and Cela, Mi's husband likely didn't leave many.
Sam reached up and rested her fingertips against her temple when Asmodeus started explaining his presence, "your speech sounds like it could have been spoken by a bond villian," Sam's lip twitched slightly in amusement, "and you want me to meet Theros? Seems you are set on his usefulness."
Tapping her fingers again she frowned faintly in thought, now would she allow Seere to drag her into the whole ordeal or would she not was the real question. "I have my own business to attend to as well," tilting her head she glances to Mi, "but if Mi actually wants more help with her Casino I believe I know people that can help. I'd want rooms for my operation within it once it is finished of course." Eftemie Asmo laughed. "I believe I'd fit Bond more as we are both the love them and leave them type. But yes, I want you to meet Theros. He'll be able to see that you and yours are accommodated."
Mischa sighed relaxing a bit. It was actually nice to not be thought crazy for talking to someone others could not see. "I already agreed to let him have his casino, Sam. And since it's obvious that you must have a demon also, I don't mind. I'm sure there are things I won't know how to go about doing and it would be nice to have someone I could trust. I can't put everything on Cela. She doesn't know about him yet. I'll tell her eventually what she's gotten into. I'll be moving into the casino once it's built and we can just add a suite for you and anyone else you want there. Whatever you need. I don't know too many people."
"Short leashes do that, Mischa. Besides, there will be plenty of information to be had for Seere's needs that way. Rumors spread quickly with gambling and drinking. And sex." He smirked, watching Mischa again. She was staring at him with a bit of annoyance in her eyes.
She sighed again shaking her head when she saw him watching her. He was getting some sort of thrill from pushing her again. Clenching her teeth, she shoved the expression off her face. It was easier to ignore him when he got like this. And she leaned back. "Go away, Asmo. Or we won't make it to the casino at all tonight."
"Hmpft... since I'm not wanted, I'll leave. Pamper yourself a bit." His lips twitched in amusement, his eyes calculating already. Perhaps Mischa was one of the blade bearers for Sam. The magic for what she wanted would be laced around any and all who were meant to be a part of it. Mischa seemed to be drawn to her already in such a short time. "Enjoy, ladies." Cinderfae Sam rolled her eyes and glanced over to Mi, "males of any species tend to be over dramatic. I think I've soaked long enough, lets find our attendants and meet up with Cela before she comes looking for us." She was still annoyed at the demon but had decided to go along with the plan, after all it looked like Mi would need help and she knew a few people that could help make the girl's damnation interesting.
"I have a feeling he doesn't know what is actually going to be needed to build a casino, lets get ourselves pampered today and then I'll see about contacting some of my people for you," she grinned slightly to Mi,"because if your actually going to do this, the real work will start tomorrow. I have my own work to see to, but I can at least help with the connections." Standing up out of the bath Sam stretched and moved over to where the too short robe hung as the two attendants wandered back in looking confused and apologetic. Eftemie Mi nodded, getting to her feet. "Cela will be hunting us down before long. And I don't mind the work. I've been pretty much stuck in an apartment the last two years. It will be a chance to do something for myself for a change. I might have to make sure I have a place to paint. I used to." Slipping on the robe, she followed Sam. "You know... I think I want a dress in green and black but with a bit of sparkle."
A strand of hair dropped into her face. She frowned slightly as she shoved it back. Her hair needed trimmed badly. "Maybe a shorter hairstyle this time too. I've not had it changed in so long." Mischa suddenly laughed. "I'm sort of looking forwards to tonight. But I will warn you. I've not had a drink in probably three years or so. I honestly don't like getting sick after drinking too much."
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 5:44 pm
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02.28.09 Written by: Eftemie
It did not take Theros long to find the man he was looking for. The conversation would be mostly one-sided. He knew that but it mattered little. The information would get out that Theros was to be head of security for a new casino coming soon. That's all that mattered and his very reason for going there in the first place. He knew the fellow would put the word out. When he walked forwards, he grinned, noting the fellow fold his arms as if preparing to give him attitude. That was how it usually was between them. They both enjoyed it.
"You look well. Interested in a legit job. Well, sort of." Theros grinned. There was alot said in that statement and he knew the fellow understood.
"A legit job offer coming from you? Don't make me laugh, Theros." He smirked in return, arms still folded and watching warily.
"Word is a new casino is going to be built. A base of power for more than one it seems."
"Really? Who?"
"One of the owners is a young woman named Mischa Renaue`, recently widowed. I've agreed to head up security for her for reasons of my own."
"Never heard of her."
"No reason you should have. She's barely 21."
"And you think Gambino is going to allow it?"
"He does not have the backing that she does. Nor HIS partner. There will not be a problem with Gambino. He'll have to simply let it go and look for other options."
"You sound pretty sure of yourself."
He shrugged, but smiled. "With good reason. And the ones involved in this, it will not pay to cross them. Or me. Spread the word. If you decide, you know how to find me. We want people we can trust lined up before we pull from the public."
The man nodded. Someone was making a move and they had the power to do it to get Theros to agree. It might not be a bad deal afterall. "I'll let you know. Later, Theros." He continued walking away while thinking.
A smirk on his face, Theros knew he had him hooked. It would not take long. They would all be looking for him instead of him trying to find them. Piece of cake.
Appearing in the kitchen, he glanced around for As. When he did not find either Mischa or As, Theros fixed himself a sandwich, poured himself a drink, and sat down feet propped up to watch the television. His mind began to calculate what they would need to monitor the entire casino. Wiping his hand on a napkin, he moved to the desk taking a tablet and pen from the top. Making a list was the easiest way to do anything of this magnitude.
Monitors would be needed for cameras that should be placed everywhere. Some would be seen but others could be hidden. He smirked knowing that they would be likely to catch more if the culprits thought they were getting away with it.
Cela and Mischa opened the door, their arms full of bags. All were filled with the clothing and things they'd bought not just for the event tonight, but for other times also. She blinked when she saw him as Cela moved to shut the door.
"Here, let me help you with those." Theros stated moving towards Mischa. She blinked, nearly, dropping all she had.
"How did you get in here? Who are you?"
Cela swung around immediately lashing out with one of her bags. Theros avoided neatly, a smirk on his face.
"As called me." He stated as he caught the package Cela was once more trying to hit him with.
Mi sighed. "It's alright, Cela." She stared at him a moment, thinking he had the most luminous eyes she had ever seen. "You must be Theros. He said you would be around. I just didn't expect you in my apartment."
He nodded, a grin crossing his face. "He calls. I'm here. He wanted me to get started on the security for you and a few other things."
"Next time, give us some warning." Cela growled angrily, taking Mi's packages to the bedroom. "We don't have long, Mi. We are meeting Sam."
"Alright, Cela." She glanced at the list he had started. "I don't even have it begun yet, and you are already making a list for a room that doesn't exist yet?"
A quick shrug as he sat down beside her. "That does not matter. If I know what I need to do the job properly, the architect can design it around what we need. Make sure you see what Gambino is doing, then do it better. Think about what you like and dislike."
Watching her a moment, Theros added in amusement, " I like the new haircut."
Mi blinked turning to stare at him. "I just got it. How did you know?"
"I saw you when.." he stopped nearly telling her that he'd seen her sleeping. "As pointed you out to me yesterday."
"I see. As Sam said... he's a pushy b*****d." she muttered the last but Theros heard her quite clearly.
He smirked, "You expected him to be otherwise? He is a prince afterall and used to getting his way."
Shrugging Mi returned the stare. "How long have you known him? I'm assuming you are not just an ordinary human."
Theros grinned. "Centuries. I'm half human. I've been around awhile. It's nice to have him back. We used to have alot of fun together."
"Great. More trouble." she sighed getting to her feet. "I suppose you are going to be there tonight?"
"Yes. He's your escort." As stated as he appeared in midstep. He raised an eyebrow at Theros for a moment then glanced towards her.
"Escort?" Mi blinked as Theros laughed. She glanced at his leather jacket and jeans. "Not like that he's not."
Asmodeus burst into laughter as the smirk faded from Theros' face.
"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?" he growled.
"If I have to dress up, so do you or you aren't going." she replied, turning immediately for the bedroom, her back to him.
The demon prince laughed even harder when Theros began to growl even more. "She's right. High rollers, kid. Dress the part. And I want you to look over a few things there tonight."
"Damnit, As! You didn't tell me about this!"
"Get used to it. As head of security, you ARE going to have to put on a better image. You can still be tough, but no more slumming it. I know you can dress well when you want to. You've been alive here too long not to have options."
"Alright." he finally growled. Running a hand through his hair, he glanced at the demon in irritation. "I'll do it, but you owe me for this one."
"And you will be rewarded. Just make sure she's safe and gets everything she wants. I plan to manipulate so that they win big tonight. It's a lucky day, and I plan to use it for her."
"Won't they argue about continuing to let her win?"
"Not with me directly there. It's not an option. What I do need you to watch out for are other eyes on her. Those that watch will be the first ones who cause trouble. They will be long gone before she opens the casino up for us."
"Got a name for it yet?" He was a bit curious how far in advance Asmodeus had planned.
"The Tempest. It's going to take one to send either Seere or I back." He smirked at his joke attached to the name.
Theros laughed in appreciation. "That's why I love you, As. You get what you want and have fun while doing it. I'll return shortly." He bowed and vanished instantly. He'd have to have an exceptionally fine suite to escort Mischa, Cela, and this so-called Sam. Gambino would never know what hit him.
He slipped into view in the bedroom of the loft he kept. It was where he went when he needed to disappear for a time. Opening the closet door, Theros smirked as he looked through the suits he had. There were three new Armani suits hanging that had not been out of the bags yet. They were barely a month old. He had simply liked them.
Selecting one, he placed it on the bed. Turning his attention to the boots he planned to wear with them, he grinned. They would all be shocked when he returned. Calculating the time needed for Mischa and Cela to both get ready, Theros knew he had plenty of time.
A quick shower and he walked into the bedroom, towel wrapped around him. His hair was still damp even though he had toweled it somewhat. Dropping the towel, he began to dress, but stopped to finish his hair and shave before he continued putting the suit on. It would not do to get lint or hair on the dark fabric. But the more he looked at the suit jacket the more he decided that was not what he wanted to wear. Instead he put the jacket and vest back, leaving the pants and black shirt. Grabbing a white mandarin style jacket, he tucked a green handkerchief into the pocket. The vest was green silk with a slightly lighter swirling pattern though it. With the black pants, it should work.
The collar he only ever took off to shower and then it was where he could see it at all times. Asmodeus had given it to him long ago and none would ever take it from him. He was proud to wear it. Mortals from time to time had tried to take it from him. They ended up as all did. Dead. All he knew was that it would always allow him to find the demon prince when he needed him most. It was a promise between them and no others knew about it.
When he was finished dressing, he ran a comb through his hair again. Looking at his reflection, Theros grinned. "The ladies will be watching me tonight." Then he frowned slightly. "Too bad I won't be able to have too much fun, but there will be time for it later. Now that Asmodeus is back."
He vanished to reappear in the living room of Mi's apartment. Neither girl was ready yet, but Asmodeus was standing in the room waiting. The demon prince grinned as he watched him.
"Well, I knew you could clean up nicely. I rather like the clothing." Asmodeus reached out to touch the silk jacket. "Impressive."
"I have a few things stashed back." Theros smirked. "A few Armani suits and various other things that I like. Besides I've hidden a time or two where noone would expect it. Amongst the rich and famous." His lips twitched upwards but then he blinked in surprise as he saw Mischa and Cela come from the bedroom. "Wow..."
Asmodeus turned his head to watch Mischa a moment. She was as beautiful as he had thought she would be. The jade eyes were beginning to regain some of their sparkle. Of course at some point, her eyes would shift even darker but they'd sparkle no less. Just in a different way.
Mischa's new haircut suited her well. The black silk tresses teased the top of her shoulders. Cela had straightened her hair for her and Asmo approved. It made her look all the more exotic. The dress however was stunning on her. The deep rich green of the flowing silk fabric drifted around her bringing out the green in her eyes even more. A wide black belt at the waist defined her figure as did the tight bodice of the dress. The straps of the dress were more like a collar with gold, green, and black glass beads hand-stitched into the front. The glitter drew eyes to her face. A long pair of gold and jade earrings dropped from her ears nearly the same length as her hair. But the gold flash on the black bag and the gold stilettos made her look taller than she was. Any man would be proud to have her on his arm.
Cela was dressed in a blue chiffon with glass beads adding a bit of sparkle to the waistline. Silvery stilettos gave her even more height, but she was still barely two inches taller than Mischa. Few would notice that fact. She smiled to see Mischa staring at Theros, though it was not all annoyance.
The demon nodded, moving forwards to whisper in her ear. "You look beautiful, Mischa. This is what you should always be."
Mi shivered lightly as she stared at Asmo a moment, then turned back to Theros. Her eyes narrowed. "Why green, Theros?" she growled. He looked handsome and it was not lost on her. But she clenched her jaw tightly. "Put on a black jacket and get rid of the green."
Theros blinked, then snorted. "Not likely, babe. It brings out my eyes." He batted them at her knowing full well it would annoy her."
She clenched her teeth when Cela tried to cover a snort of laughter. "Go change."
"No. I won't. You are lucky I did this much." Theros stated, folding his arms.
"Then I'm not going." she growled.
"Yes you will." Asmodeus smirked in amusement. She was being petty because she knew that everyone would assume they were a couple. Even if they had dressed the same colors by accident. "It doesn't matter what he wears, but you are limited on time."
"A car coming?" Theros asked, smirking faintly. He knew Cela could not hear Asmo and that was half the fun. Mischa had to watch what she said.
She glared daggers at him. "Yes." she finally stated. "Sam's picking us up in her limo."
"That's something you will need to get." He stated, then thought for a moment. "I'll see about getting one set up for you tomorrow. From this point onward, you don't go anywhere without someone else driving you there. I'll find someone that can be trusted."
"Fine." she said shortly, still slightly peeved that he was dressed as she was.
Cela glanced out the window. "Sam's here, Mischa." Moving back towards the door, she watied on Mi.
Theros smiled, offering his arm to both. "Ladies, shall we go?"
Mischa glanced over at him, then moved past him. A moment later she was out the door, Theros laughed as Cela took his arm.
"This is going to be an interesting night." he smirked.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 5:53 pm
Gambling Night
WIP Written by: Eftemie & Cinderfae
coming soon
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 10:30 am
The Plan
WIP Written by: Eftemie
Mischa had won. And won big the night she went gambling. At one point she hit five million but she ended up with 12 million before she walked away that night. Gambino had lost big but with Asmodeus there, noone did anything. She was sure that the casino he had was not broke, but it had been a big loss. The manager would most likely be in trouble for letting it continue, but with Asmodeus pushing everyone to letting her win, it was a moot point.
Theros had insisted that Mischa's winnings be transferred to an account immediately. She would not accept a check, nor the cash. A numbered account was set up with one phonecall to someone he knew. He planned to pull the man in as an accountant and this was a good way to get his attention. When the funds were there and he was satisfied, he had nodded to Mischa.
Cela was still awestruck at the luck Mischa had that night. Sam and Mi knew why. They could see him and so could Theros. And as Mischa suspected everyone thought that Mi and Theros were together. A few that usually frequented seedier parts of town knew him and with him at her side, they knew something more was going on. Theros never did anything without a reason. And his reputation preceeded him enough that none were fooled into thinking it was simply for a rich girl even if she was very pretty.
Sam's presence at her side and having fun made the grouping as intriguing to other eyes. Many knew her reputation and if she was taking time to spend an evening with the trio beside her, then these were people that were moving in some way. And after a win of such magnitude, these were people to pay attention to whenever they were around.
When they got back to the apartment, Mischa sat down, removing her shoes. Her feet were soon propped up in the chair as she leaned back to relax. Asmo appeared a satisfied smile on his face. Theros grinned as he sat down in one of the nearby chairs.
"There will most likely be repercussions, but at least you have money to begin, Mischa." the demon prince stated as he sat down across from Theros.
Cela sighed, taking her feet off. She headed for her room, the guestroom where she'd been staying. "I'm heading to bed, Mi. I'll see you tomorrow. Night, Theros. It was fun."
Theros grinned. "Anytime, Cela. I'm guessing she's living with you?"
"Night, Cela." She watched Cela and then turned her attention back to the two still with her. "She's in the guest room right now. She's been helping sort out some things and get rid of them." Mischa replied, watching him a moment. She was unsure if she liked him or not.
"You need to move out of here. Get a bigger place. A nicer one so that you are safer. A penthouse somewhere." Asmo replied, leaning back into the chair.
"I plan to live at the casino once it's built." she replied, curling her feet beneath her. Leaning back she closed her eyes.
"Even so, you should have another place to use from time to time. It's safer that way. I'm sure we ruffled a few feathers tonight." Theros added, watching her. "Some I knew. Some I did not. Tomorrow afternoon, I'll begin looking for another place for you."
"I don't need another place." she replied.
Asmodeus shook his head, the beads swinging from his hair. "Yes, you do, Mi. Theros knows what he's doing. He'll find someone safe. And get her a driver also. She might talk to Sam also about increasing the amount of money and credit she has so we can get started on the casino. Sam did say she'd help."
Mischa sighed. They were talking over her now. Gritting her teeth, she got to her feet. "I'm going to bed. Let yourself out." She was almost to her door when she heard something aimed at her.
"Theros is staying the night. For your protection." the demon prince replied.
"You are here. What do I need him for?" she growled turning around.
"Because I'm not going to be here. I need to go see Razz about a harem." he smirked. "Unless you are planning to..."
Mi blinked, blushed, and growled under her breath. Turning abruptly, she replied, "When hell freezes over." Then she was in her room before anything else could be said.
Theros broke into laughter as Asmodeus simply smiled. "That girl is finally getting some spirit. She was more wallflower than participant tonight. Cela and Sam pushing her the entire way." He pulled his jacket off, tossing it over the back of the chair. Unbuttoning his vest, he leaned back.
"I'll get busy on an apartment first thing. I think I know the perfect place. Somewhere overlooking the water. She'd like that I think. And in one of the security buildings it will be harder for anyone to reach her without our knowing."
"I plan to put a hound or two nearby so that if you should run into trouble, it will intervene, Theros."
"Good. That will help if I need it. This will get worse before it gets better."
"That's why we plan to have some infiltrate the others. That way we know when and where and how they are planning to move."
"One other thing... Start looking for a good property for the casino. Something with a waterfront I think. Mi's rooms could overlook that at the front of the casino. Maybe even the offices."
"Alright. I'll add that to my list." His previous list was still lying on the table in front of them. A moment later he added what they had discussed and a few notes of his own. There were certain people he wanted to check on. The fellow who had helped with the fund transfer tonight was probably pacing the floor wondering what the hell was up. The thought pleased Theros. "I added the accountant to the list. The guy who helped tonight. He'll be excellent at it."
Asmodeus nodded, getting to his feet. "I should be back before too long."
Theros grinned. "That bad already?"
"Shut up." he growled then vanished.
Laughing, Theros glanced around. The couch was his for the night and he sighed. Two pretty girls not far away and neither one willing to share. He smirked. That could be a challenge later. Much later. Too much to do now.
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