Ahkmet listened to his Master's command as his golden hues change to a milky white looking to the bound scientist raising a single hand in front of his olive toned face slowly clenching his hand closed to indicate the constricting process as chains that bound his arms began to tighten almost digging into them, the cloth around the males eyes would also tighten. Another piece of cloth sprang from the sand wrapping itself around the scientist's throat just above where Jean-Claude sank his fangs. The fabric coiled tightly around the windpipe making it difficult to breathe normally. Ahkmet hardly showed any ounce of mercy, not when his Master became a target to this madman, low rumbling snarls could be heard from the Jackal God, he would go beyond his limits for Vier if the Prophet wished it so. Ahkmet wanted to show this foolish man what Death incarnate looked like but if it was Vier's wish, only then would he show his true might.
Where: Guilty Pleasures With: Jean-Claude, Vier, and Vol Form: The Handsome Human Song:
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Volithious tensed against the chains as he listened sharply to his surroundings. He found small solace in hearing his orb was doing well but the tune of battle quickly changed. The scientist assumed his creation had been overpowered, ah well that was within his expectations so he didn't stress on it, but what came next... well that caught him by surprise.
There was a sudden grip around his body and a shift in gravity as he felt himself pulled uncomfortably backwards. Before he could even react in any way there was a sharp pinch to his exposed throat "Ngh-!!?" he hissed in as pain shot up past his jaw and caused his black heart to race. The scientist's brain overworked itself to try and stay composed and not give any sort of reaction but he couldn't help the grit of his teeth as he felt himself become a vampire's happy meal.
He felt a growl press against his neck as it got wet with his own blood. The stabbing needles digging deep into his flesh kept causing jerks of pain from the slightest of movement but still Vol tried to stay cool.
Amidst the pressure of his leech here, he heard St.Vier fail to leave the premises and then bark out more commands. Volithious struggled to swallow as he braced himself for further discomfort and focused on listening to his surroundings, he wondered what the hell his orb was doing.
The sticky tar on the floor started to collect itself back together and take the form of the vampire again, however this time the form was not stable; it was dripping over itself and moving much slower. Seems the attack from the vampire had confused it's copy and since the original source was out of it's short replica range, it was close to reverting back into it's core form. It needed further commands from the wielder to advance but Vol couldn't see that it was needed so the clone was left standing and looking a bit lost.
"Nrgh-!?"
Everything began to suddenly constrict around him all in one go; the chains snaked tighter by the second while his head suffered the same fate. Volithious quickly went to use an ability with his powered voice "Sta--urghh!!" but something wrapped around his throat and choked the voice right out of him. Was it the vampire's doing!? No... it felt like the same cloth as the one around his head- damn it, this was no time to be thinking about this. Vol tried to inhale a breath but only gasps for air uttered past his lips. "Uu--ghh...Argh!!" Instinctive panic began to set in as he writhed in his merciless binds, losing breath with each passing moment.
Vol's face flushed red in the struggle to breathe and he shook his head to try and pry the vampire away from his throat. His arms started to crack under the pressure of the chains and soon enough a loud series of snaps echoed out as the bones in his arms broke. Vol cried out from his quivering blue lips no longer able to hold back his reactions and lost what little air he had left from his suffering lungs.
This wasn't looking good for scientist.
Ah... but looks can be deceiving.
As distressed as Volithious may of seemed, he wasn't really panicking. The immortal couldn't be killed this easily, though the discomfort was enough to irritate the man. Death didn't threaten him, however he had to admit that he was a little distressed since he did have an actual fear of losing consciousness. Hell, he never even sleeps because of how much he hates not being awake and in control. There were times Vol could avoid passing out with the loss of breathing by mutating some internal genes around, but unfortunately his unpredictable biology was not on his side in this moment as it had no intention of keeping his body conscious without feeding on some oxygen. Perhaps it was because Vol was losing some composure, or maybe it was the vampire's doing- ah, that would explain it. Vol had his defenses up against the creature's lewd aura but being in intimate contact had caused whatever it was to slip into his skin and heat up his system.
Volithious concentrated as much as he could to gain control over himself, all the years he spent tampering with his body and this is what's to show for it? I think not. The scientist began to pluck at specific technological and mixed mutated genes while at the same time directing a specific poison towards the veins in his throat. If this vampire was so daring to suck his blood then he can damn well take this as punishment. The blood leaking down his throat turned from red to black which he wanted the vampire to drink, too bad for him that even the smallest taste can have a huge effect. Vol didn't mind if Jean-Claude died in response, he could work with a corpse easy enough, he just wanted this insolent creature off of him now.
His head pounded from the pressure still tightening around his eyes and his throat began to crush against his spine. Black blood coughed out from his lips as he still fought hard for consciousness. He needed these damn restraints off but he was running out of time. His thoughts were blurring together and Vol was just trying not to think about breathing while working mentally on his bodily adjustments. Black markings began to form on his skin and move around in tribal like tribal writing giving warning and his red eye burned through the blindfold which started to smoke like it was over a flame.
Enough was enough.
Sharp bones suddenly shot out from Vol's skin with great speed, severing the Egyptian bandages and cursed chains with their harder than steel marrow and the vampire if he was still in the way. Volithious felt himself about to fall to the ground but managed to spin around and land one knee before quickly jumping away from the scene as quickly as he could to put some distance between them all.
He stood panting heavily and coughing hard, broken arms limp in front of him with blood dripping from the puncture wounds where the bones receded back into. His head was fuzzy from the lack of oxygen but what was hurting him more was his right eye "Gghh-!" he shut his red eye closed as it sent a javelin of pain which usually meant it wasn't to be trusted now. His body really wasn't playing nice with him today... perhaps now was not a good time to capture new subjects.
Volithious contemplated retreating while he looked at the vampire clone that started to shrink back into an orb. Oh so that's why it wasn't helping, it was miles away. Vol should of picked up on that. Once the scientist stopped coughing he managed a husky voice out "...heal..." he urged his body to hurry up and fix itself, he hoped it would be near instantaneous repairs but somehow he felt it was going to take it's time.
He looked over at St.Vier with his white hazy eye and couldn't stop himself from imagining having him bound, naked and pried open on his table while his lab slaves recorded his findings. That creature must have so many little secrets just waiting to be uncovered. But that may not be achievable this night, the scientist was no fool, he knew when to back off. Although... he looked over at the vampire hoping he was suffering if he ingested anything. Maybe he could take one in his retreat.
Before he gave that further thought, the wounded man looked at the god slave. Now he was becoming a problem. Though there was one thing he thought about trying. Just as the orb reverted back to it's pearly form, Vol still had the admin connection with it so he forced out a command for it "Capture." it hurt to speak but the word was all that was needed, with a shaky hand he gestured two fingers across and the orb rolled across the floor then disappeared only to reappear at the slave. He wanted to use this on St.Vier but he decided it was more of a necessity to get the Egyptian out the way. As soon as the orb get's close enough it will encase the god inside and force him to sleep, no matter what the creature was, Vol tested this and was sure it could imprison anything, if only for a short time. Unfortunately using this command on the orb tends to sever distant connections which means Vol will need to touch it to get admin control again, but he figured it was a risk worth taking since he was the only one who knew this and the others were too wary of it.
»Mood: Tired, annoyed. »Location: Guilty Pleasure. »Busy with: Planning a retreat »His Property/Slaves:N/A. »OOC:Sorry it's a novel.
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Aidyn Frost Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon
It wasn’t difficult to hear the irritation in the others voice as Aidyn was corrected, as if he cared what he was supposed to call the owner of the establishment. He couldn’t care less. His interests still stood on the question of why this man was so insistent that he personally see Jean-Claud… but he would ask again and let the other explain.
“You seem to think I care how your pretty boy boss likes to be addressed.” He started, and it was clear that he didn’t. “I don’t come here to watch your pretty little slaves or learn about the place. I just follow Kiba when he requests it, for protection..” That was the name either this body guard or someone else working here might recognize and that could be beneficial to him… maybe. The guy sure was a good patron when he showed up after all, financially at least.
Perhaps that was the wrong way to handle that statement, but it was just in Aidyn’s nature to do so whether it ended up screwing him over or not. It hadn’t yet and as he followed along he did finally receive an answer to his question. It was a generous gesture considering, but the wolf demon couldn’t help but dislike just the way this other man spoke to him. Like a stupid kid.
Snarky remarks were held off as they approached the door that he would assume kept the vampire owner. He was… curious as to what that might mean for his situation, but something was off. Even as a half demon he could sense other beings to some extent, sometimes a very weak extent if purposely hidden or there was interference like this door. He didn’t feel anything on the other side of it and he questioned that thought until the bouncer showed clear signs of discomfort, opening the door to the empty room.
This coaxed an amused chuckle from the demon, but it was probably difficult to tell if it was because of the empty room or some weird amusement with being chased around by some fireball.
“Couldn’t tell ya man. Between the first and the last time I ran into the b*****d, it had been maybe… 30 minutes. Not like I have means to keep track of that.” Aidyn explained. It was surprising how the other demon had found him and the other male so quickly when they escaped into the hidden maze like tunnels. The question was, how long would it take the fire demon to find his way out? And then he continued, “The b*****d’s stronger than I am, but that’s not saying much. He’s no stronger than Kiba.”
That was the best of an explanation as he could give considering. He didn’t know how to gauge another being’s power other than against his own… where he was losing in that circumstance. It was hard to admit, but he didn’t feel unsafe speaking that much.
He wouldn’t go in without Len doing so first and instead leaned against the wall beside the door. “So where might the bloodsucker be?”
≠ Take the poison and lock your lips Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did
Who?: Nero, road block Mood: questionable Location: Guilty Pleasures OOC: Not very good, but i wrote a thing!!
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2019 8:15 pm
xxxx Jean-Claudex
Jean-Claude could feel something tugging just above where his face was pressed against the scientist’s neck. He wouldn’t pull away enough to look, but the added pressure had one singular effect: like the area below a tourniquet, blood flowed even more freely. Jean-Claude’s intention had been only to cause damage with his fangs; he had no intention of feeding from the creature, or tasting him at all. This was punishment, part of the ungoing process of taking the dangerous man down and keeping him as permanently as possible away from St. Vier. Unfortunately, the constricting act, along with a shift Jean-Claude made to keep the writhing man flush against him involuntarily pulled blood up through the hollow-pointed needles that were his fangs. Black blood pulled up and through and into his mouth, where it sat against the back of his palette, so close to swallowing.
Jean-Claude tore his mouth away, fangs and mouth already smoking with some foul reaction. He spat dramatically onto the floor, feeling something worming its way through the membrane of his cheeks and up toward his brain. It was strong along his jaw, where the black blood had smeared and dripped against his skin in greater quantities. His vision unfocused, but he had the presence of mind to jump away just before bone spikes shot out of the scientist’s body.
Coughing, tearing at his throat, and seeing double, he dropped down only for a moment before squaring himself up again, ready to re-engage. The flesh was eating away from his face, the jaw disintegrating, but that could be fixed. As long as his fangs remained intact—as they appeared to be—he would be able to feed through them, and he was little thinking of the future besides. Tongue lolling from his breaking jaw, coated black but apparently less affected than the actual bone and, well, whatever was happening in his head, Jean-Claude ducked around the creature, aiming for St. Vier rather than him. There was a growing confusion in him, a sign of something breaking down inside his head. It didn’t matter. He could still help St. Vier, at least. That became his imperative, something simple to focus on before he was taken out entirely. Power trickled in through the open, ever-drawing pull of the pheromones remaining in the room, but that was drying up as a source of power as contagious bloodlust bled through arousal in those assembled.
He knew little about St. Vier, about how the man actually functioned. He did remember one way he’d helped his friend access power before. It hadn’t been submission, at the time, though there was something about the other man that had drawn him—almost to that point. Something that reminded him of his sire, or just something in St. Vier that demanded that reaction from everything, or at least expected it. Weaving past Ahkmet and hoping that the slave wouldn’t recognize him as a threat, manic and jerky as his movements were now that he was only barely functioning, he fell to his knees before St. Vier, groping for the man’s hands and pulling them into a general prayer position underneath his own. St. Vier had prayed with him once. Just once, in the most improbable scenario. Praying –to- him, the result had been…beautiful. It didn’t make sense that it was beautiful, listening to a man pray to himself, praying to him just because he’d been asked to. And yet.
”God, my god, St. Vier, I pray for your success against your enemies.” His voice came out in a gurgle, the black tongue starting to fall freely to his neck as the jaw continued to disintegrate. No matter. St. Vier was looking down at him, and he thought the message had gotten through.
Mood: Pained, confused and losing cognitive ability, worshipful With: St. Vier, St. Vier’s orbed-up slave, Volithious Du'Mon Teufel
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((For rolls, I gave a general +1 because he’s still taking in sexual energy. I rolled a 1 on Taste Blood (a critical fail), a 20 on drink blood (critical success! Bizarre mix), and a 15 on bone spikes (just barely a success))
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••• St. × Vier
St. Vier watched Volithius moving in obvious pain with deep satisfaction, mouth partially open as if he were utterly enthralled. A pained sound came from the man’s throat and St. Vier jerked, breathing out harshly, as if he’d actually been touched by a welcome hand.
A second sound produced a similar result, and St. Vier dragged his gaze away only to look approvingly at Ahkmet. Perhaps it had been a mistake to want to trade the god-slave off. Singular devotion was common in the slaves he personally trained, but his set of skills were unique, interesting…
Very little could have kept him from noticing the orb slamming into Ahkmet and engulfing him, but a disintegrating Jean-Claude grabbing for his hands was enough.
”What--” he started, uncomfortable with being touched by the vampire master. Then the prayer came. He stiffened at first in sheer shock--shock that Jean-Claude would debase himself, that he would worship St. Vier in truth, because of course it couldn’t just be the words…
It wasn’t just the words.
St. Vier looked down at Jean-Claude, and his smile was suddenly perfectly calm, beatific, an unnaturally sharp transition. His posture straightened from its frustrated and impotent stance, and he bent to kiss the vampire gently on the forehead, an almost paternal gesture.
Nothing magical sparked into life.
He didn’t start glowing; no halo sprang into being behind his head; wings didn’t erupt from his back.
Nothing happened at all.
The moment was sweet, tender even, but it seemed simply to be a private moment between the two and nothing more.
He clutched the increasingly befuddled vampire against him with one hand (and yes, it did seem to be a stronger and easier grip than he should have been capable of, with his lithe frame), raising the other hand in a lazy flick through the air, still looking down at Jean-Claude.
An invisible hand, massive, far bigger than St. Vier’s would have been, slapped across Volithius’s body, pinning him to the ground and likely breaking some number of ribs in the process.
This done, he moved over at his leisure, crouching down beside the pinned scientist and grabbing his chin, forcing the man to look at him, dragging one eyelid open and pulling the cornea down with two insistent fingers if necessary.
St. Vier searched for the scientist’s gaze. There was something addictive in looking at him in this moment. It didn't induce the feeling directly, but suggested worship, suggested love would be an appropriate response. There wasn't a sudden, charm-like intrusion of feeling, but a more insidious suggestion that that would be most appropriate, filtered through the individual's own personality.
It would last only while eye contact was maintained, but since there was no physical cause--no internal change or supernatural force or anything other than St. Vier’s indulged belief in his own godliness--Volithius’s ability to selectively mutate and change his DNA wouldn’t be able to combat it (at least not directly).
”Pray with me” he murmured softly. He might have invited Ahkmet to join them, despite the depravity in calling for a god to worship something above it, but breaking eye contact at the moment wouldn’t have been wise--more, Volithius hadn’t given in yet, and so his focus was entire.
”God my god” he started, pausing for Volithius to repeat or expand. It was the same, simple prayer Jean-Claude had used. If Lokeah had been there, it would have been familiar to him as well.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2019 2:39 pm
xxxxX Bouncer Len x
Thirty minutes. Thirty minutes was more than enough time for the fire demon to track the two to Guilty Pleasures if the thing was determined.
…It was enough. Still, Len’s heart started racing, thinking of actually intruding on the club owner’s personal space. He liked this job. He liked being one of the fortunate few who could say they actually had a job, with the world and the city the way they were. A place that fed him, provided him with luxury drugs (alcohol), and gave him running access to goods, if he presented his request to one of the runners Jean-Claude employed for such a purpose (money being entirely useless as the world was now).
”I think I know where he might be” Len responded, glancing back down at the white-haired problem.
”Don’t call him a bloodsucker” he corrected immediately, not thrown off by the earlier assertion that the man didn’t care about being respectful.
”Come, we’ll have to go to his private quarters.”
He started walking back the way they came, and it was while walking that he internalized something the other had said.
”You’re a guard” he asked, surprise evident in his voice. It wasn’t that he didn’t think the other could be powerful. It was more…he hadn’t thought they’d have anything in common.
”Where is your lord, then? Doesn’t he have need of you?” He said this even as he opened another door to the back, this one leading up toward Jean-Claude’s quarters. This question, too, was not meant as an insult, but rather in the hopes that another power was in the area to deal with the fire demon situation, if indeed it became a problem.
Where: Guilty Pleasures With: surrounded by the others but not really with anyone Feeling: still kind of weak, very uneasy and nervous OOC:
The redhead jolted awake suddenly, his head whipping around to take in his surroundings. He let out a sigh of relief when he found he was still in the room he had been left in and glad that he was alone. Wait, alone? The scavenger looked around again, indeed seeing no signs of the bouncer or Aidyn. This fact immediately put the young male on edge. As much as he wanted to be alone, he did not want to be alone in a place he was not familiar with.
Nero slowly stood, using the wall to support himself. His muscles still did not want to fully obey his commands to move, but the male pushed on anyway. Peeking out the door, Nero surveyed the area before leaving the room and started his search for the wolf demon. He didn't know why he went looking for Aidyn. As far as he knew, the silver-haired male was probably planning on selling him off to the highest bidder when he got the chance.
But either way, Aidyn was the only person within a mile radius that Nero knew. He might not fully trust the demon yet, but he felt he could trust the other to at least help watch out for him while he was still in his weakened state. Blue eyes scanned the area, catching a glimpse of what looked to be silver hair. Moving slowly and sticking as close to the wall as he could, Nero started making his way towards where he saw the silver-headed figure go, hoping to find Aidyn in that direction.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2019 6:46 pm
Aidyn Frost Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon
Aidyn snorted at the angry remark but didn’t put the effort into angering the man further. Perhaps “Bloodsucker” was a bit far on the insult spectrum, but he wasn’t going to be sorry about it.
“His quarters huh?” Aidyn questioned. Being close to an incubus had obviously put a strangeness into bothering someone in their private rooms. While for some it meant disturbing a disgruntled boss trying to sleep or conduct business well Dante was, ya know. Nevertheless, he’d follow and if it came down to it, well any of the above wouldn’t phase him.
It was quiet for only a moment before the other male spoke up again. The questions caught the wolf demon by surprise, as they were more than just interrogating some pest. It didn’t make him think any better of the larger male, but it was something.
Aidyn’s hands came up and he gave a shrug. “I’m whatever the a*****e wants me to be. He provides a decent living situation, I provide my services.” There was no full loyalty to that statement, but that could be said for most people working for others willingly. “I was out on another job for him today while he kicked back and relaxed.” That was as much information as the wolf was willing to give and it was plenty enough to answer the question in his eyes.
“Why the sudden interest, hmm?” There, the snarky little pest in him never left. Then he noticed a particular red head poking about and gestured as his ears perked a little. "Ah, pipsqueak's awake."
≠ Take the poison and lock your lips Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did
Len was relieved to find the white-haired problem following him appropriately. He didn’t know why the other wouldn’t have, but it wouldn’t have surprised him.
He shrugged one large shoulder in a diffident gesture.
”Our jobs are similar” was his straightforward response.
Looking forward and up toward the entrance to Jean-Claude’s quarters, he might have missed the redhead peeking around the corner if the white-haired one hadn’t stopped to acknowledge him.
He looked down, searching--and there. His conscience tugged at him, looking at the boy’s bedraggled appearance, the obvious weakness in his stance. He’d be eaten alive if he made it onto the main floor like that. This wasn’t a nice place; it was safer by far than being outside, and there were ground rules that people like him, under Jean-Claude, made sure everyone followed. But like the rest of the world now, weakness couldn’t be allowed to exist unmolested.
Gritting his teeth at the necessity, he stopped in front of the redhead.
”Can you walk properly?” he asked.
Mood: Escalating concern, lesser concern for the redhead With: two problems
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Where: Guilty Pleasures With: Aidyn and the bouncer Feeling: still kind of weak, very uneasy and nervous OOC:
The red head quickly made his way towards the demon once the other had acknowledged him. He sent the wolf a weak glare at the nickname but said nothing about it once he stopped in front of the two. "Yeah, Yeah, I'm awake. I feel like s**t though." He said.
The scavenger let out a slight yelp as the bouncer suddenly approached him, asking if he could walk. He nodded and moved to stand closer to Aidyn. He cast a glance around the room, still feeling incredibly uneasy. He knew it was a bad idea to move around in a place like this when he felt so weak. But he didn't have much of a choice. It was better to be this weak and be around people that could at least keep others away from him rather than be weak and get caught alone with no way to properly defend himself.
Aidyn Frost Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon
Aidyn gave a thoughtful look before nodding. “Suppose you’re right.” He said. It made him wonder what exactly the other job entailed. If it was simply the role of guarding the club or something more like his was.
It seemed that the other male was quicker to pick up on the sloppy posture and continued weakness of the red headed male, seeing as this was fairly normal to Aidyn. But he did happen to notice that quick little glare. It made the wolf chuckle and in response made a wordless expression that said “What, you have a problem pipsqueak?”
What he did say was, “You’re looking a bit better kid. It’ll take a little more than that to stop feeling shitty if you were desperate enough to eat something rotten before.”
Maybe it was rude to mention that the kid had eaten something nasty out on the streets, but it wasn’t like that wasn’t uncommon. It wasn’t like Aidyn had never done the same to avoid starving, even though he required less as a demon. He walked up to Nero and threw an arm loosely around his waist.
“Lead the way to the vampire man. I’ll help the kid walk... Unless you have a problem with me now~” He offered. Sure Nero could deny that if he so desired, but Aidyn was oh so curious what had made the larger male uneasy when his master wasn’t where expected.
≠ Take the poison and lock your lips Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did
Len stopped approaching entirely the moment the redhead flinched away from him. He understood; he was a big guy, and his face was scary, and he’d bee gruff. While some part of him might have wished he’d be better received after bringing them somewhere safe and taking the time to find food for them, he knew that wasn’t how people worked.
There was really no need for all three of them to ascend to Jean-Claude’s quarters, but he found himself saying ”that’s fine. Follow me.” He strode past them, leading them to the set of stairs and starting up them.
Upon reaching the door, he raised a large hand to knock--only to find his hand stopped maybe an inch from the door itself by some unseen force.
”…” He tried again, with much the same result. Was this some new security measure Jean-Claude had installed? …Surely not. Jean-Claude would want his staff to be able to reach him in an emergency, wouldn’t he?
”Sir?” he called out, internally flinching as his voice boomed out, louder than he’d meant it to be.
”Sir, are you in there? There’s a problem.”
Mood: Escalating concern, slight hurt With: two problems
Ahkmet was caught off guard when he felt the strange orb slam into him engulfing him, at first he struggled to get free to help his Master, punching and kicking did nothing. This annoyed the Jackal God, gritting his teeth slightly emitting loud snarls directed at the scientist. He had to figure out how to get out of this stupid orb, closing his milky hues he would go into a meditative state to concentrate around the supposed life force coming from all around the orb.
Where: Guilty Pleasures With: Vol, Vier, and Jean - Claude Form: The Handsome Human Song:
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2019 2:53 pm
A narrow analytical eye strained around the room to think on his options. At this point his top objective was just grabbing one of these creatures but the question was, which is the most achievable target to abduct?
St.Vier was his first choice, however there were just too many uncertainties surrounding him. Vol clicked his tongue and reluctantly looked to the next option; The Egyptian?
Yes, he was caught. That slave was practically his already so why not take a second subject? That god wasn't going to break from there, not anytime soon at least which is plenty of time for the scientist to wrap up here.
Vol couldn't ignore the vampire's weakened state and would be a fool not to take advantage of that, so him too?
As he considered these choices he felt a hot tingle run up his limp arms followed by sudden brute clicks of his bones. Oh how fortunate, his arms were actually healing quicker than he thought. His gloved fingers slowly flexed to test some movement. Perhaps now would be a good time to use that. He kept his eye on guard as he lifted a shaky arm up and slipped a hand into his coat. Slim fingers locked around an object but Vol stilled himself when he saw the vampire suddenly sprint. "...?"
He tensed up trying to predict what he was up to but what he witnessed just made a sharp brow rise. This proud creature was on his knees... begging? To him? Wasn't HE supposed to be the one defending the slender beast? It made no sense, perhaps the scientist misjudged this dead man. Normally such sights Volithious would enjoy but for some reason he was feeling quite disturbed by this performance. Maybe it was the way the fanged master held Vier's hands- Vol didn't approve of that one bit, but before any foul emotions arose something more obscure stole his attention. .....A prayer?
God...?
Had the vampire gone bloody mad from the poison? Vol's face scrunched in irritation. He had no clue what was going on and he absolutely despised that. A bad feeling crept up on him as if death's boney fingers rested on his shoulders and was just tapping a finger impatiently. What was this sensation.... dread? Why did he feel so uneasy?
The foreshadowed feeling was brought to fruition when that half assed wave of St.Viers hand graced the air. Volithious had not even a second to think when deaths hands on his shoulders suddenly grabbed tightly and a great unforeseen forced slammed him down onto his back with merciless pressure. Vol couldn't even make a sound as the air was knocked right out from his lungs. The floor beneath him crumbled in the attack, putting Volithious in a bowl of rubble and tearing a hole in the orbs seal over the room.
The arms that almost healed were now broke again and more bones cracked and snapped beneath what felt like the boot of karma trying to grind him into a mangled corpse. The side of Vol's face was smushed against the shattered floor and he cracked out a confused voice "w-what...is...!?" He had never seen this kind of power before and the sheer surprise had clouded his mind to even consider this to be coming from St.Vier.
Vol couldn't move a muscle; he had one arm against the floor, the other still in his jacket, legs spread with one snapped in an unnatural position and all the scientist could do was look across the floor with frustrated breaths.
Though still he tried to resist this...this.... incredible... delightful power.
The scientist rarely got surprised. He should be angry right now, or even nervous but how could he be? He was faced with this... unknown new thing. He wanted to examine it so badly. An excited smile stretched on his face as he couldn't stop thinking about dissecting this in his lab. He was so ecstatic that a heated bulge raised against his pants.
Footsteps closed in but Vol didn't notice until his jaw was forced to look up and he came face to face with the source of this desirable power. "You..." he whispered to himself like he was fitting the last cog in clockwork. Finally confirming the suspicions he's held about this creature for so long and witnessing a piece of what's inside him. It would of been a satisfying moment but his scientific smile was short lived as every fiber of his being suddenly screamed at him to get away from this man.
He couldn't jerk his head out of the firm grip on his face and to make things more awkward his eye was grabbed and stretched open- he knew instantly what the creature wanted. Oh... how the Master's dinner table had quickly turned, it was only few moments ago that he was the one beckoning on a stare. Vol never imagined St.Vier had this ace up his sleeve aswell. Where the hell was he getting this power from!?
There was no time to think on it, his eye was completely open and he tried hard not to look up at him but it was damn near impossible. He considered trying to counter it with his red eye that was still closed but... would it even work? What if it only made his situation worse? Maybe only one eye would be half as effective in whatever St.Vier was trying to do-? Argh-! Enough hesitations! He went to open his other eye but inevitably his white one got caught by the persistent stare and Vol froze upon eye contact.
"................!!"
A vulnerable sensation baptized over him from head to toe as if he was slowly sinking in a pit of tar. His breaths grew heavier, the pains of his wounds amplified, his mind stripped bare and he was forced to look, to feel to...worship.
No. Get out! Stay away....!
Sweat beaded over his head, his mouth agape in panicked breaths and a resistant tear slipped down his face as his whole body began to shake. A barely audible voice meekly demanded out; "S-stop....!" He didn't want to be manipulated, he didn't want to feel this absurd belief, he didn't want to lose.
Why couldn't he stop this..? His countless defenses and bodily mutations where completely useless against whatever this was invading his body- no, his damn soul even. Vol didn't think he had one, guess he does now. This sensation was fondling his emotions, beckoning them forth and whispering in their ears to trust and surrender to it. It was reminding Volithious of his true feelings but he was resisting them so much that all they could do was run down his cheeks in the form of tears.
Then he started to think differently; everything seemed so irrelevant, nothing mattered aside from the overwhelming sensation and loyalty to it, to him.
Alienated words ripped up his throat as if they were pulled on a string of blades and a broken voice spoke in ragged breaths "...G-god... .. my... god...." he imitated god's words reluctantly yet full of fragile belief. Vol just writhed in his ongoing turmoil, trying his best to fight against this before he was swallowed whole. <******** you.)
