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 Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 10:19 am
It was nice to hear that there were at least other people around. 'Just because they leave you alone, doesn't mean they have to leave me alone.' He too seemed conflicted over the matter of his staff leaving him be, but Aurora didn't question it, and hoped that someone interesting might be among the bunch who were 'only in it for the money'.
As though on cue, which probably was the case after all, a pair of men were quickly making their way toward them. Neither of them paused for very long to acknowledge her or her master. She caught the blonde one's smile, though he was clearly more focused on his job at hand, it seemed her appearance came as nothing of a shock to either of them. Watching the pair move off in the car she matched a few of the readings she had gotten from the passengers seat to the likes of them, but thought no more of it after that. To his question she just gave a shrug, but made no notion to show that she would resist once more following him into the manor. With the outside as it was, she could only assume what the inside would look like. Bits and pieces of things she had seen from him back at the shop made Aurora wonder if she would recognize any of it. Certainly some of them must if he had been the place to be greeted by those coming to pay their respects.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 10:37 am
Sason had opened the door and was only greeted by two of the maids who happened to be there "welcome back master how was your day? And I see you bring a guest, good day to you as well madam" the maid bows and smiles sweetly. She looks at Sason with admiration in her eyes as Sason tells of his day and walks in before stopping "This is Aurora, she is my special guest so be sure to treat her well if she asks" the maid nods and smiles lovingly at sason. The estate certainly matched the outside with its regal appearance. The floors we're all ebony hardwood with carpets made of fine material that were soft to the touch. With matching trim on the walls and the railing on his massive central staircase it was easy to tell his like of the color and material. The manor was filled with relive from almost every civilization of every age since the dawn of time; from excalibur to an ancient Aztec sun disk. The most impressive thing in the building was a massive painting at the top of the massive staircase that split to the two wings of the second floor. The painting was not of the master of the home but of a woman. The painting showed a young woman with long blonde hair and eyes that matched Sasons red. The woman had perfect pale skin and was dressed in what looked like silk. She had a smile that would melt the heart of the coldest men. The maid that greeted them looked kind of like her minus the eyes and a rounder face. Perhaps this is why sason paid no attention to the obviously affection the maid had for him. Sason looked at the painting and smiled sadly as he walked upstairs "allow me to show you to your room" he said looking back at Aurora, not realizing that since looking at the portrait, small tears began to form in his eyes.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 10:58 am
As she entered with him and the maids came to greet him, calling him master, and calling her madam. It actually made her scoff a laugh before turning to look around the front room while the two exchanged their pleasantries. It all honestly nearly made Aurora gag, the maid was so obviously googoo for him, hanging onto every word. She was about to lift up something from a entry table when he introduced her as a 'special guest', was that how he introduced all the slaves? Turning to face the two for a moment to try and figure out what it meant she abandoned the object she had been after and just adverted her eyes back around the room they were in.
Bits and pieces were background to the images she had seen, including the large painting at the top of the staircase. That was one of the things she most remembered from him, as his feelings of it were strong, and it was something he gazed upon often. In looking at the painting, he had already moved to the base of the staircase, admiring it now as he must have many times before. His speak of a room brought her teal eyes down to his, only to notice the wetness that had gathered there in the short amount of time. Aurora spoke of nothing yet again, just moved up the first set of steps herself and allowed him to lead up one side of the stairs and into a hallway.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 11:15 am
Sasons tears had faded without his notice as he lead her up the stairs to a hall of doors. Each door was a rich mahagony and the occupied rooms each had a tag on the knob. At the end of the hall was a set of double door for his room. Last last 5 rooms at the end of either hall didn't have a tag on them. Sason walked towards those and smiled "you are welcome to any of these rooms and it is yours to do with as you please, if there's anything you need to make it comfortable for you let me know" he said softly. Sason had been so used to openly obedient slaves that at the moment he felt his acts of 'kindness' might actually be making him seem worse is Auroras eyes. Certainly the episode with the maid had no good impression on him. Sason remembered her powers and wondered if she had learned anything new about him since coming to the home. He wouldn't doubt it since he's poured heart and soul into every inch of this place, it was like it was a part of him now
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 11:45 am
As she climbed the stairs her fingers brushed the railing, nothing was as strong as when she touched his hand, which made it all easier to take in and process. All the rooms at the start of the hall were taken, each with a tag hanging from the knob to display occupancy. At the end of the hall, nearest to what she could only guess was his room, were the empty ones. He had continued to maintain the nice guy act. Unwavering in it, perhaps he had even told the maid to greet him thusly as to catch Aurora off guard. It wouldn't be that easy. Walls once built would not so easily be taken down by their creator, for the time it would take to rebuild was longer due to the grief that was caused in the process.
"Why am I here?" She asked, having not been able to figure out why as of yet. "You have men to care for your cars, you have women to clean and act as maids. I'm sure you have a cook to run the kitchen. You introduced me as a 'special guest', which lets face it, in this get up I can be no such thing. You're letting me pick out a room so it must not be to warm your bed. Then what is it?" Aurora was used to knowing her place, so to speak. He had not said anything, or done anything, though to let her know just what that was to be while she was here.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 12:25 pm
Sason turned and leaned against the wall "well warming my bed is not entirely out of the question obviously. But mainly, when I saw your profile as it were, I thought I'd found someone who could bring a spark to a dull life of an immortal. I saw some fight in there that I'd like to see first hand, and a mind not rotten by the pleasures of man. I guess you're here to bring to life the man I used to be with a drive and a stubborn head that refused to let anyone walk over him or take him for a fool." He said, not sure if his words conveyed exactly what it was he wanted, he certainly tried tho. It had been 200 years since Sason last took in a slave, he hoped the time would weed out most of those sold for sex and maybe he'd find someone who's mind was still theres. He won't lie, the sex slaves did offer fine entertainment in their own way, but that mindless submission only dulled his sense of self and ground out the demon king he once was. What he saw in Aurora was not only a strength and will to survive, but maybe the will to break down his own she'll to reveal the power underneath as he tried to find out the true nature of this woman. His use of the term special guest was because he felt addressing someone as a slave left a bad taste in his mouth and didn't show that they were of a higher importance to him than those who simply wanted a paycheck to spend on booze and women.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 12:48 pm
This time she did laugh, hopefully making it just as obvious that warming his bed was rather out of the question. Not that he wasn't attractive, he took care of himself, which was more than what could be said for some of her masters, but willingly sleeping with someone who had paid for her made her feel like a prostitute. So while he had some sort of charm about him, which she might later find out had something to do with his incubus nature, Aurora planned to fight off such things.
Arms crossed as he explained, she wondered why it was he had let it all go in the first place if such personality traits meant so much to him. "How cute. You wanted a challenge, I suppose that's supposed to be some backhanded compliment." Pausing for a second she reached for the doorknob of the closest door, but did not open it. Just stood for a moment then moved to the next one to repeat the action. "So you've lost your motivation, become a p***y and a fool," Aurora moved to the third door now, then across the hall to the forth, "And you thought purchasing a slave would solve all of that." Hand on the final available room, and the one closest to him at the moment, brought her to face him, "How's that working out for you so far?"
Twisting the doorknob, Aurora pushed it open to reveal the room beyond it, indicating her choice. "Apparently you've also grown oblivious in your old age. If it's your bed you're worried about, go ask that maid from earlier. I'm certain she would be under your sheets in a flash."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 1:12 pm
Sason sighed and scratched his head "I'll admit my method is not the best but finding beings that won't die in a humans short life span is hard. Which is why I go to the slave shops since they are prone to finding those of a very long life, like you" he says and stands across the hall from her room. As much as he despised her comments about him being a fool he knew she was right. His strength as a demon king has long since faded and he needed someone to bring it out again. As for the maid? "She's too much like slaves I've had in the past, she's too eager to get in bed with ne that it just doesn't work for me. She think because she's cute my incubus nature will take her the way she wants. But even as a demon such as i, I have standards. Kind of. Anyway she looks to much like my wife that I simply can't bring myself to return her feelings" he says somberly. Hoping for a change in topic he looks at her in the room "you like it? Get me a list of furnishings and I'll do what I can" he says softly. His maids eagerly work at keeping the house in order except for the first one, she's off 'relieving herself ' at the thought of Sason and the jealousy she feels towards aurora. She makes comments to herself about Sason being hers ajd that she won't let some slave have him to herself. The girls lust for Sason borders on obsession for the demon king
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 1:34 pm
Nothing. It was strange that all he did was reply to her insults. Perhaps he wasn't kidding about losing what once made him a king. It was hard to believe that anybody would take what she said without some sort of anger, and she had spoke it in thinking of digging out a reaction from him...and nothing. Not a bat of an eyelash, not a defense for himself, just an explanation against the maid that Aurora had brought up. 'Men...always after the chase. She'll probably be a problem then.'
Wife? But there was no wife. Aurora searched what she remembered of him and found no woman that held his affection in recent years, none that she had seen. There was just the woman in the painting, which looked a little like the maid, be that how it was of the woman trying to become something she thought he wanted. A late wife then? She must have been something impressive if he still called her his wife. It meant he hadn't moved on from her, perhaps his leftover feelings for that woman is what made him soft. A jab in that direction would almost most certainly bring out some sort of rise from him. She'd have to remember that.
The topic moved to other things. Furnishings and the like. "As you can see I have nothing. Therefore I need very little." Aurora wasn't the sort to ask for things, especially not from her masters. He could figure it out. The room was in purples, the walls and curtains already up in the colors. A queen sized bed with a comforter of purple and grey had honestly been the thing to do it for her. Each of the rooms had been different enough, this one had a window seat, the bed of course, a dresser, and a bed side table with a lamp on it. All the rooms had been simply furnished, the necessities ready in case of a guest or new arrival. The other things he spoke of in her asking for might have been a bookshelf or desk. Perhaps some of the former slaves asked for vanities, or plush chairs. But as she had already said, Aurora had nothing. No books to fill a shelf, no clothing to put in the dresser, and no make-up to need a vanity. Though if she ever wanted to get out of this rather frilly dress, and her ripped stockings, she would soon have to ask for at least a change of clothing.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 1:47 pm
Sason nodded at her request for nothing. "Well if you change your mind let me know" he said smiling. Sason was about to say something else when he heard his name be called from downstairs. "Be right back" he says and makes his way down the stairs. He immediately sighs when it was the maid who had called him "hello Olivia what is it?" Annoyance was very well hidden in his voice Olivia didn't pick it up but bowed before speaking "all of the chores have been done Master Notori, is there anything else you wish of us?" She's asked with an obvious alterior motive behind it. When Sason replied he had nothing that needed to be done the maid look disheartened for a moment before adding "you have a guest sir, a mister Amandi" The mention of the name Amandi made Sasons face pale and the candles in the estate flare for just a moment before dissappear ing completely. Sason sighed and opened the door. On the other side was a man who looked alot like Sason except for his hair and eyes. While Sasons we're red and silver, this Mr. Amandi had light less black eyes and long sleek black hair that matched his black suit. The man carried a katana in one hand and used it almost like a walking stick as he entered. "Hello Kahldris, too what do I owe the pleasure of the visit from my baby brother?" The man quickly turned and shot him a glare "Shut it mutt, I'm here on council business, you are needed" Sason chuckled "Sorry not hapening Mr. Gloom ajd Doom, until it's a desperate emergency I'm not going to a council meeting with those degenerates who call themselves Lords" he said and held open the door "If that is all begone from my home" he said with authority
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 2:10 pm
When he left her Aurora initially went to the window seat and sat there, looking out at the grounds. Pulling the glass open she let the breeze flow past her lifting a few strands of hair off her shoulders. The good thing about having so few things in the room meant there was little to pick up on. She sat there for a moment, then got back to her feet and walked around the room a little more. "So much for being right back." She muttered and decided to head back out into the hallway, leaving the door open behind her.
Along the way she touched a few other doors, getting a feel for the inhabitants. Before long she was back at the end of the hall and atop the stairs when she heard the door being opened below. Listening as her master greeted the other man, his younger brother, Aurora grew a little curious as to what they spoke of. Slowly she took the stairs, now able to see the other man who had just entered the home. He was darker than her master, his hair, eyes, clothing, all dark, making his skin seem that much lighter. He was quick to dismiss this Kahldris, clearly there was no brotherly love there. Now at the landing of the painting Aurora turned to make her way down the rest of the stairs, still making no notion of announcing her arrival other than allowing her footsteps to be heavy enough to be heard was someone caring to listen.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 2:33 pm
Kahldris turned and chuckled when he saw Aurora "another slave eh brother? Seems you just can't let go of the past can you?" Sasons brother leaves and in his wake a dark energy can be felt that is rapidly snuffed out by and almost suffocatingly strong wave of Sasons. Just before Kahldris was out of Sasons domain, Sason launched a white hot ball of fire straight for Kahl "Never bring that up again!!" He shouted just as his brother effortlessly sliced the fire with his pitch black sword, the blade seeming to absorb the very light around it. "Demon king, HA! Nothing more than a man drowning g himself in whore to forget a woman killed by his own slave" and with that Kahldris vanished in a flash of darkness. The wave of energy from Sason left him panting and pale "I really hate that guy" he said coldly, forgetting g he was being watched
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 3:12 pm
She didn't care that the only reference to her was as another slave, he should have left it at that. Aurora was right about the jab to his past, and the women in his life. The fight for dominance of power built the tension in the air to something near unbearable. There was a lot of past between the two of them, and Aurora didn't know any of it. His visit was short though, which gave her little chance to find out any more. It was actually a little hard to breath for a moment, as Aurora was reminded of this masters strength. So much potential and no anger to fuel his fire. Till now.
The flash of light that he threw at his brother was so carelessly knocked aside. A man who did not practice his craft could not be expected to stay at the top of his game. The darkness in this case won out over the light, but as he called Aurora a whore her face grew into a snarl as she lashed out with a, <******** you!" Right before he disappeared. Her own blood began to boil. Being called a whore was nothing new, especially not after the last few days where the woman of her last household showered the word down upon her in blatant disgust while reigning down a punishment at the same time. The relationship Aurora had had with the woman's son was all her own fault, the deceiving and lustful little whore that she was, dirtying her poor boy, and drawing him into her bed.
As her master spoke of his hate for his own brother, Aurora took a breath, annoyed that it meant they agreed on something. "Yea well...he's a b*****d."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 3:50 pm
Sason chuckled as his hand relit with a cherry red flame "you have no idea. That man was my younger brother. We share the same father but different mothers, he thinks he better than me cuz he's a full blooded demon" he says extinguishing the flame. He looked to Aurora and sighed "I can't say he was wrong incase he was indeed right but he had no right to say what he did." He says softly, yet the flames of anger still burn behind his eyes. Sason turned and walked towards one of the other wings. This one held his sparring room and where he held his demonic relics. He entered one of the rooms near the end of the hall. This room was lined in a fireproof material and allowed him to burn off steam before he roasted one of his staff. Already the walls were black with soot from his previous outbursts. The window that looked into the room allowed staff to ensure Sason didn't burn himself into exhaustion. Once inside the room instantly filled with a massive inferno as a deep demonic scream filled the air
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 4:56 pm
So he really was a b*****d then, well, there were some other ways around that depending on what happened, but Aurora wanted to believe it was so. Even if that reflected poorly on the father. The 'mutt' made sense then? Though what he was mixed with was still to be figured out. Aurora herself was only a half, but he already knew that. Either way he seemed to be controlling his anger well enough, not taking it out on her. So he wasn't the type to explode on those around him.
There was nothing left to say it seemed though as he was already heading off, this time without saying he'd be back. Having nothing better to do she turned soon after to make her way down the hall too. The door to his room was already closed and with the window to see inside Aurora knew better than to enter. She wasn't one for willingly getting burned. There was a blast as the whole room was lit up with the dancing licks of flames. His scream was muffled by the room, but it was still rather loud. Squinting against the brightness of fire one hand fell against the sill of the window, the other against the glass...which was a mistake.
Instantly she was taken away by a strong feeling and vision. It was of a similar sight of what was in front of her now. A room on fire, with a slightly younger master inside. Her eyes closed, a rush of sadness and grief filling her, none of it her own. In the glass Aurora saw the reflection of a face she recognized. It took quite a bit to force herself from it all, and when she did her eyes opened and pain registered to her no longer occupied brain. Quickly she pulled her hand off the glass, "s**t." The flesh was an angry red as she examined it, knowing she would need to do something to help along the healing.
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