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 Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 11:56 am
Treat Sweetly the Demons
Have you ever found yourself thinking about the world that lies just below your feet; just beyond the darkness of your consciousness? And whether or not there are things, perhaps creatures or even human-like beings, that call that strange, frightening place home? What would you think if you came upon one of these beings laying seemingly helpless and injured in the street? Would you help it and if you do, what will the price of your kindness be?
The Demon
Played By: OdysseyFaine
Name: Caecus (kay-sus)
Gender: Male
Age: 26
S/S/U: Seke
Other: Caecus is the youngest Devil Prince of the Kingdom of Hell. He is said to be very spoiled and wild in nature and because of this, the Dark Council members and most family members find him irresponsible and unworthy of his royal status, but the main reason for their resentment of
him is the fact that he is first in line for the throne of Hell. The Council
doesn't think that he can perform the duties that the Kingship will require
and have suggested many other alternatives, however, the bratty Prince
has refused all of them, claiming that when he becomes the King of
Darkness, things were going to change. Naturally, the Council could not
tolerate such insolence...
The Sweet One Played by: c e r a - f i n n Name: Rafael Gender: Male Age: 20 S/S/U: Uke Other:Rafael is an only child. His parents tend to travel and are rarely around, so he has the house to himself. It's a lonely house life but Rafael's used to it. He's the gentle sort who won't complain about what happens to him. Although he does wish there was something--or someone else--living in the house with him.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 8:15 am
The day had become late; people were busy returning home from their jobs, bustling down the sidewalks, passing school children in their arcades and vagrants in the alleys, huddled around their fire filled oil barrels. The day seemed rather like all other days and to the wonder of one person or another, the city sunset this evening seemed unusually striking. Despite the beauty of the sunset as the bright orb slipped behind the tallest of the buildings, something dark seemed to suddenly cloud the bright, bleeding sky. Ominous clouds seemed to come out of nowhere and soon rain began to pour, drenching the Earth.
He wasn't sure about how he'd gotten to this place, all he could feel was a numbness spreading up and down his right side, his left hand was pressed tightly to his wound. With each step forward large droplets of blood fell to the ground behind him and things began to blur. The sound of the rain assaulted his eardrums and his head began to ache and dizziness took over him. He suddenly felt something hit him on his side and then with a loud thud, his body became one with the concrete in a large puddle and everything went black.
Truly, the man lay in the deepening puddle of dirty street run off and his own blood before anyone noticed him. They, however, gave a look of discomfort or sympathy and turned their backs away from him in haste to get out of the rain or just dared not involved with such a shady affair. After all, who would want to get involved with a murder?
Would anyone of this world take pity upon the strange fallen being?
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 8:35 pm
The house felt empty, as it always had did. Footsteps echoed and, once again, the sound made its sole inhabitant shudder and wonder why he lived in such a large house by himself. The master bedroom he passed on his way down to the kitchen reminded him of the reason. He continued into the kitchen, running a hand through bleached locks. A bright red light on the phone flashed accusingly at him when he entered. An annoyed sigh and some buttons were pressed before a cool metallic voice spoke.
"You have two new messages. First message."
There was a pause before a woman's sharp voice came on, making the boy wince as he opened the fridge. "Rafael, honey, I'm sorry but your father and I won't be coming home for a few more weeks. I'm sorry that we won't be home for your birthday, but we've transferred more money to your account and we'll be sending your presents soon."
Rafael sighed and punched a button, hanging up the phone before the metallic voice could start speaking again. So his parents weren't coming home again. What else was new? They had their work and they were never home because of it, no matter how much he wished that they could just be there with him. What mattered now was that he needed to go to the gorcery store again. He closed the fridge and headed towards the front door, grabbing his keys and a jacket along the way. If he hurried, he might be able to get back before nightfall.
With a little luck, he managed to get in and out of the store quickly enough, but by that time rain was falling in large drops. Rafael pulled his jacket close as he began walking home. Around him people rushed to get out of the rain, passing him in their hurry to find shelter. Something caught his attention just as he closed in on his home. Something that wasn't there when he left. At first he thought it a pile of trash but, as he drew closer, his eyes widened.
A man, lying in a puddle of something (was that blood? Oh, he didn't want to know) in the rain. Without thinking, Rafael hurried over and knelt by the man. The bag of groceries he had been carrying had fallen from his fingers back when he realized that the pile was a man and so his hands were free of burden when he gently took the man head in his hands.
"Hey... Are... Can you hear me?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 11:16 pm
He was not dead, however, it wasn't until he felt himself being moved and the pain that the movement encompassed did he force himself to open his eyes. In his mind, he was sure that the Deviate Assassins had found him and had come to finish the job, but the figure that his piercing turquoise eyes settled on was something far from what he'd expected.
The young human's voice was full of concern, though much too loud for his delicate ears to appreciate at the moment. He struggled to keep his eyes open, the lids threatening to fall every painful second, his brows became furrowed, the whole man's face contorted in pain. He lifted his bloody left hand as if begging for help and grabs hold of the boys t-shirt, staining it, as he squeezes for dear life. Then he opened his mouth to try and answer, but no sound came. A fresh stream of red dripped from the side of his mouth, sliding down his chin, wetting again a trail that had been earlier made. And finally his eye lids won out, body becoming limp as the darkness of unconsciousness took him again.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 11:06 am
He swallowed, unsure of what to do. The man had yet to react to his words. Was he dead, or only unconscious? He leaned in closer to check if the man still lived when the turquoise eyes snapped open and made him freeze. Breathe caught in his chest and it felt like a hummingbird was trapped in there with his breathe, the way his heart sped up.
Words refused to come out of his mouth while the man reached a bloody hand out to him. He couldn't help but wince away when the man grabbed his shirt. Fear controlled his actions so easily, as much as he hated to admit it. It was dark and raining and he found a man bleeding in the street. Definitely not something anyone would want to get caught up in, but the suffering the man was enduring pained Rafael. The amber eyes that were wide with shock, fear and surprise stretched even further as blood dripped from the man's mouth and the eyes started closing.
"No, don't--!" Rafael sighed and closed his eyes when the man went limp. His hands let the man's head drop closer to the puddle he had been lying in. Oh hell. Bleeding man unconscious, maybe close to death, and he wasn't doing anything. He looked around before shrugging his jacket off one arm at a time and pressing it to the wound in the man's side.
Okay. Okay. What was he supposed to do now? Um...um... Warmth. Inside. His house wasn't that far. Just a minute or so away from here. How was he supposed to get this man there though? The boy glanced around before slowly getting the unconscious man onto his feet, one hand holding the man's arm across his back and the other gripping around the waist, partly for support and partly to keep some pressure on his jacket covering the wound. The boy took a deep breath and began dragging the man in the direction of his house. He wasn't sure how he managed to get to the door of his house or how he stumbled himself and the man into the guest bedroom before he began working at trying to make sure the man didn't die in his house. He didn't know if the man regained consciousness or not. He was too intent on fixing him up. He wasn't a doctor but he hoped the little first aid he knew would help.
And sitting in the rain outside, the bag of groceries lay were it had been dropped, forgotten.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 11:24 am
It seemed as if he had been out for hours, again, as he felt that crippling pain in his side. From somewhere in the distance he was sure he heard a moan of pain. He was not, however, aware of the fact that those terrible sounds had come from his own pale, shivering lips and that all of these sensations had actually occurred in a matter of minutes. He began to hear the cries over and over again and felt a terrible pressure against his side and a strange tingling in his feet. Again his mind let thoughts of the Deviate slip into the forefront of his mind, causing a wave of fear to rush over him.
By this time the boy had gotten him to his house and had laid him out and had begun to try and dress his wounds. He remained unconscious through the duration, despite the pitiful moans that he could hear coming from his own lips, however, soon things became quiet and the pressure in his side soon faded away. He could feel a vague sort of relief and a calmness about him in his sleep that he really wasn't all that familiar with; this strange feeling is what roused him from unconsciousness.
His eyes opened rather suddenly and at first all one could see was the deep black of his dialated pupils, though they immediately shrunk to a cat-like slits as they adjusted to the light accordingly. The light assaulted his sensitive eyes and he was forced to squint and furrow his brow for a moment to let the headache it caused pass. He also brought his left hand and rested it against his forehead as if a brace for the mild, but annoying pain. He then got to looking around and realized very quickly that he was in someones home. How had he gotten here? And more importantly, who had helped him get here?
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 6:44 am
Rafael hadn't slept since he brought the man from the street into his home. Oh, he had a few five-minute naps when he finished his amateur bandaging and waited (hoped) that the man would wake up. Soon the boy had been wishing that he called someone who knew what to do with a wounded person. But how was he supposed to explain why he dragged a bleeding man from the street into his house and worked on fixing him up before he bothered to call 911? Or if he called the number of that doctor that his parents insisted he contact in case of an emergency? One wouldn't believe him or have the police come over and there would be many awkward questions, and the other...who knew what that doctor was like.
He couldn't sleep and sitting, waiting for the man to wake wasn't going to make him open his eyes and faster. So the boy busied himself with anything and everything in order to take his mind off of the man lying unconscious in the guest room. It didn't take much time cleaning the house, and the work didn't take his mind off of anything. He left the house for a few minutes when he remembered the grocery bag he left in the rain. A stupid thing to leave the house for, especially since the bag was no longer lying on the street.
There really was nothing more to do. He didn't have the stuff he needed to make anything other than instant food and he didn't want to. So the boy wandered back inside, into the guest room and over to the man. Rafael leaned over and blinked, his muscles tensing when he saw that the man was awake. He swallowed and sat on the edge of the bed, never looking away from those weird eyes. "Ca...? Ah, how are you feeling?"
...Really weird eyes.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 7:01 pm
Somewhere, in another part of the house, he heard the closing of a door and the sound of light footsteps that seemed to grow closer and closer. It looked as if he would soon meet the person who had saved his life. A moment later the door to the small room he lay in, opened and a young man slipped in and cautiously moved over to the bed and sat down beside him.
Immediately, those piercing turquoise eyes shifted to gaze onto the face of the person who had helped him and then closed as if to imprint the image of the man into his memory. He listened to the boy speak to him and let his eyes drift open again, their attention on his savior once more.
"I feel... alive," he whispered hoarsely. His voice wasn't deep, but rather silky, though somehow not at all feminine. There was something about its tone that seemed to draw silence into the room, making each quiet syllable echo.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 9:15 am
"Oh..." The boy mumbled into the silence. He swallowed, unsure of what else to say, unsure if he should say anything else at all. He felt a little insignificant next to the man. The man's voice made it equally daunting to say anything and it made the silence pervading the room grow. He wasn't even sure if he should have spoken that pathetic response to the man's few words in the first place.
Pale eyes easily slipped away from the man's face, down to stare at the comforter spread across the bed. Embarrassment and the desire not to offend paralyzed him from doing anything other than stare at the sheets. He reached up and brush away bleached locks from his eyes. He didn't need to feel awkward in his house. It was probably just because he wasn't used to sharing such a personal space with someone else.
"...You're not in pain or anything? Hungry? I could get you something..." He trailed off and looked up at the man before dropping his eyes once again. "I'm sorry."
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 10:23 am
The man just stared up with disinterest at the ceiling, not bothering to make anymore eye contact with the boy. He knew that the boy was nervous; he could hear it in his heartbeat. The boy may not have even noticed the slight change in its pace or the silent increase of breath, but the person laying below him could hear everything. Sense everything. It was a prude sort of nervousness that the man cared not to dwell on, or rather, had not patience for at the moment and especially didn't want to deal with the formality of needless apologies.
After a few long, silent moments the turquoise eyes flashed down to the blonde boy as if willing him to look up. Once the eye contact was made, the man spoke again. "Water." It was not a request. The air of authority in his voice rang more clear than would be expected of someone in his condition, but it did none the less.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 8:57 am
The boy swallowed, not trusting his voice one bit. In the few times that he spoke to this man he'd found in the street, he'd managed to embarass himself beyond anything he had before. At least, that's how it felt like. Instead, he nodded when the man asked for water and stood, slipping out of the room as quietly as he could before heading to the kitchen to fetch what had been ordered. When he reached the doorway of the kitchen, he couldn't help but blink and frown. Wait a second... What the heck had happened in there? The boy rubbed his forehead before shaking his head and sighing. He pulled a glass out of a cabinet to fill it with water.
As he headed back to the room, he couldn't help but wonder about his actions. Why couldn't he have left the man alone, like many of the others that undoubtedly passed the man had? Why had he dragged a man out of the rain and into his house? The smart thing to do when he found the man was to call emergency anonymously. But instead he had the man in his house and couldn't help but feel awkward.
And back again into the room, a glass of water in hand. The boy stared at the glass, careful not to slip it before he reached the bed again. He sat on the bed once again, close to the head of it this time, and offered the glass to the man in the bed. He bit his lip before breaking his decision not to speak. "Ah...what your name?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 1:22 pm
The man laid there in silence and stillness while the boy was away. He stared at the ceiling with those unnatural turquoise eyes as thousands of tired thoughts spun through his mind. He closed them, brows furrowed as images from just hours ago raced across his memories. Why did you have to do this Volucris? He thought despairingly, though quickly regained his full consciousness as the boy returned with a glass of water.
When offered the glass, the man slowly sat up letting his jet black hair fall in long tendrils over his face, took it with both hands and brought it to his lips drinking the contents as if he hadn't had any in ages. After every last drop had been consumed, the man just let the glass drop to the sheets in his lap, staring down at it as if it were physically hurting him that it was empty. However, when the boy addressed him again by asking him what his name was, any look of discomfort or pain that had been present in his expression had disappeared, leaving nothing but a blank, unreadable stare. The man looked up to the blonde boy, his eyes wide and attentive as they looked at him. It was almost as if the man were studying him, as if he could see right through him with those strange turquoise eyes.
After a few long moments of that unwavering and frankly frightening gaze, the man lowered his eyes once again and replied, "Caecus. My name is Caecus and I thank you...Raphael... for saving my life." Those eyes once again rising to the boy's face to watch what sort of expression might come of this. He knew that the boy hadn't told him his name, but he wondered if the boy would realize the same.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 11:32 am
Rafael watched the other drink the water. The hand that had offered the glass dropped to rest on the bed. The man had been through enough with forcing questions on him, but he couldn't just let him stay without knowing anything about him. It was frustrating, awkward, and a little scary on some level. But that expression on the other's face...it felt like he shouldn't have asked anything. But when the glass fell onto the sheets and that eerie gaze caught his own, he froze. It made him feel insignificant, as the man's first words had.
The boy swallowed and shrugged as he reached out for the empty glass. Being thanked for saving someone after having thought about why he had even bothered in the first place felt a little...awkward. And it made him feel guilty. Amber eyes drifted downward and a free hand lifted up and threaded through the hair at the back of his head. "I couldn't leave you out there. I can't believe that..." He paused and blinked, looking up at the man lying in the bed. He hadn't mentioned his own name before. He was sure that he hadn't. Well, he might have when he was talking to himself under his breathe.
Eh, this was weird. He stared at the man, eyes wide. This wasn't just weird. It was really disturbing. "How did you know my name...? Eh, you don't know my parents, do you?" Rafael's parents used to get people to look after him when he was a child. Maybe they were doing it again because it was close to his birthday.
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