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Esabel and Kijun appeared right in her bed and she gently finished pulling the rest of his armor off of him before pulling the sheet up to his waist then settled in beside him, "I'm sorry I couldn't heal you, Kijun... We were lucky Lily can... Don't know what I woulda done if you went away too," she told him softly as she put her head on his shoulder and gently put an arm over his waist.

Oddly enough, she wasn't worried about what he'd think of her room. She somehow had a feeling he'd actually like some bits of it, though her 'playroom' might give him a bit of a pause. Still, the attachments to the bed would probably give him a few very nice ideas.

But she knew he could look the room over later, when he wasn't hurting so much. She just wished she could make it so that he wasn't hurting at all. While she could handle pain, even liked it alot, she didn't like it when those she was attached to were hurting.

Kijun woke many hours later. He was still sore, despite Lily's ability with healing. Sitting up, he found the orb and note that Esabel had left for him. Reading the parchment quickly, the HellHound bolted up and gathered some clothing.

His armor was shattered from the Dragon's punch, but he scrounged together some replacements from a nearby dresser that seemed to have any clothing he needed. Finding his axes, Kijun strapped them to his legs and picked up the orb. Holding it to his bluish lips, the warrior thought of Esabel and shattered the orb. It's dark energy swirled around him and he was gone.

Nalyne lead the way inside and motioned for the guard inside the suite to wait outside then lead Master on into Esabel's bedroom. He moved to stand beside the bed to look down at her then checked on her injuries that Lily hadn't been able to heal. She was still wearing her usual black shorts and white tanktop but someone had taken off her flat-soled knee boots when they put her to bed. Her dark hair was spread out under her head, looking like a tangled mess. But it usually looked like a tangled mess, so he ignored that for now.

She still had minor cuts and scrapes with plenty of bruising but it was the wound to her shoulder that worried him. That wound 'tasted' like Allistair's magic so he was guessing that it was a case of friendly fire. whatever the case, the wound hadn't healed as well as it should have with Lily's magic.

He pulled back the bandage over it and frowned, not liking the fact that the penetrating wound was still bleeding a bit. He finally straightened up to look down at her with a frown, "That wound should be healing, Sweetness... I don't like that it isn't healing very well yet..." he said to himself then motioned Master on closer to get a better look at the delicate beauty.

She was just that too. Delicate, petite, dark yet pale. But as innocent as she looked, she was even more deadly...

"Here she is... Nemesis, meet Esabel... I've got her locked in sleep for now. She was a bit hysterical when we found her. She doesn't take too well to people leaving her and one of the two killed was one of the few who didn't treat her like a freak. He was the closest thing to an actual friend that she's ever had..." he explained, "Don't even try to look into her mind, though. It's complete chaos. I've only touched it enough to knock her out. Even that much was enough to leave my head spinning..." he cautioned, finishing with a soft sigh as he looked at her, reaching down to move a small lock of her hair out of her face.

"I guess you'd call her my niece," he added, finally looking up at him with a serious expression that spoke volumes if the man ever considered, even for a moment, attempting to hurt Esabel in any way...

Nalyne gave a grin as he tracked the man's thoughts so easily, silently grateful for what he'd inherited from his mother, "You're going to love how she heals, Nemisis... But I warn you here and now: she will never be a pet, she will never call you Master, at times she will be irritating beyond belief, she will turn your entire life upside down then sideways, but she will also be a constant joy, completely unpredictable, and will show you a love of bloodshed and destruction beyond anything you've ever known. But to answer your question... You get to 'play'..." he said, a teasing glint to his eyes.

He placed a light hand to her forehead and lifted the sleeping compulsion from her then moved his hand back and turned for the door. He wanted this meeting to be on the calm side.

He waited in the doorway as Esabel blinked open her eyes and gave a small whimper when she tried to move. Before she could say anything, he started the introductions, "Esabel, this is Nemesis... He's going to take care of you... Lily wasn't able to fully heal you, so he is going to help you with that. He's promised me that he won't be leaving you. If he even comes close to breaking his word, Lily and I are in full agreement that you can do whatever you wish to him. Lily will be coming to see you later. For now, have a little fun, Sweetheart...," he said softly, his tone affectionate, then turned and left them alone, leaving the suite entirely.

Esabel blinked dark eyes at Nalyne then over to the man kneeling beside her bed, "You won't leave Esabel? Everyone leaves..." she said softly, not moving anything else as she looked at him. Her dark eyes showed so much trust and innocence that it was hard to believe there was any darkness inside of her. But the room showed that it was there. If he ever got a look inside her 'playroom' there would be no doubt, but very few ever went in there and came out alive...

Esabel rested her head on his chest, one hand resting in front of her face. She had to admit that she liked laying in bed with someone like this. She missed cuddling. She hadn't been able to cuddle since... Well, as she thought about it, it had to be Volug... But he was gone and she had Nemesis now. He'd promised to stay and she knew demons rarely broke their word. She liked that.

She finally shifted to laying on her stomach beside him as she raised her head to look at him, "We's need a shower now... Don't want Lily to see us like this when she comes to visit," she told him simply then gave him a teasing grin right before she leaned down and nipped sharply at his chest before she moved with surprising quickness to get out of the bed.

She stopped by one of the bedposts and wrapped her arms around it as she looked him over, loving the marks he'd put on her even as her body showed nothing but small healed scars from the earlier attack. She pushed some of her tangled hair out of her face, showing that it all fell just past her waist, "Had a really nice shower put in... I think you'll like it..." she added then lead the way into the one room he hadn't been into yet.

She called it her playroom but that was such a tame word for what it was. It was little more than a torture room, if truth be told, with a touch of surgical cleanliness to it. That last was a mark of Gin's influence on her. Probably for the best if one really thought about it. But her shower was in this room. And for good reason. Being with the Re'd given her a few good habits, one of which being cleaner than she usually tended to be. She had no problem being covered in blood, until it started to itch, or having bloody footprints in her rooms. But Ren and Gin had put their collective foot down over that one. So her shower was now inside her playroom.

She started the water, knowing he'd be getting a good look at the room and at the numerous small scars she had from living on her own for about ten thousand years. While Ilea seemed to be the logical one to be the oldest, Esabel was the truly oldest of Goh's successful creations...