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Post by Grimm on Nov 12, 2023 17:40:02 GMT
Thorn Seven, so named for the thorns in the crown of some fictional human savior, was aphrenrsive about his new assignment at the Vatican. Thorn was a codename for a demon in-service by the church and he was only one of a dozen or so. Seven had been forced to serve the humans by the angel that had captured him. It had happened when was much younger and this was pretty much the only thing he had known in life. He was a tool to strike fear into the hearts of their difficult followers, to punish those he was told to and to be defeated when scripted; what possible use could they need for him here.
As he was lead through the halls by his current handler, Seven let his golden eyes wander. To most humans he looked like a punk with brightly colored hair, the purple shifting to a metallic teal color when the light hit it just right. His ears were pierced down their pointy length, and a silver cord draped round his neck. The clothes he wore were worn and faded, things he found in the donation boxes of the places he stayed in. His horn were black and twisted upward giving him a slightly taller appearance than he truly had at 5’9”. Tattoos covered the numerous scars he had received over the years from abusive handlers. His long bull-like tail was wrapped around his waist almost in an attempt to keep the loose fitting near his hips.
He had never been to the Vatican and quickly found it to be overly lavished beyond imagination; a stark compassion to the suffering and poverty in the other city outside of the Vatican’s walls. Seven wrinkled his nose at the unsightly amount of gold that lavished the door they were about to go through. But even his disgust for the greed around him, Seven couldn’t help but feel tense as he walked to his unknown future.
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Post by Behax on Nov 29, 2023 22:55:44 GMT
Yet things grew more lavish still when Seven was led through the door. White marble walls and floors draped in red and decorated with gold. The white and gold portraying a purity and divinity that well ...frankly didn't actually exist in the halls he now walked. The red however….Symbolising debauchery and sin…that was far more accurate. The whole place was drowning in lust. Humans and Angels alike acting on carnal desire.
Seven would have found himself led past curtained rooms, the curtains barely hiding the acts taking place within. Humans and Angels alike prostituted out to the brothel’s patrons which also seemed to be a mix of the two races. He was even led past an open stage just as an angelic pole dancer found themselves being dragged from the stage by a lecherous priest.
“This is unexpected.” A voice called from the middle of a lavish staircase that split into two different directions towards the top. The speaker was an Angel, hair white as snow short and curling close as it framed the speaker's face. Cold blue eyes looked down at both Seven and his handler with disdain. “My master was not informed that you would be visiting today….And with such an…interesting guest.” Their words were chosen carefully.
Seven couldn’t know, (though he could probably guess), that he was the first demon to walk the halls of this particular brothel.
“You had best follow me,” they said before walking up the right side of the staircase, not even allowing Seven’s handler the time to speak. They waited at the top before leading the way through the building. Closed doors barely blocking out the sounds of moans and even screams from beyond them. Lust and carnal desire to rival that of the hells themselves, right under the vatican no less.
Eventually the group came to a lavish golden door. The Angel knocked on it, making apologies before an annoyed voice called for them to wait a moment.
After a long and uncomfortable moment a voice called. “Enter.”
The Angel pushed open the door and led the way inside. “Apologies for the interruption Master. An esteemed guest from the Vatican.” The Angel half bowed, and directed for Seven and his handler to enter.
The room itself was opulent in the extreme. Everything was draped in red and gold. Ornaments and trappings that would make an antiques dealer have a stroke from the sheer wealth and history on display. Bookshelves filled with tomes, many even considered forbidden by the church. The carpet and intricate weave of gold snakes on a sea of red.
There was a large bed off to the side with a decorative canopy, semi-transparent but not quite sheer white curtain drawn around it.It did little to conceal three figures on the bed engaged in acts of intimacy, the curtain certainly didn’t hide the gasps and moans at all.
Yet in the middle of the room, sitting on what could only be described as a throne was a man…No an Angel. He was dressed in nothing but a nightgown, clearly he’d been in the middle of something when they had interrupted. His face was neutral, barely hiding his vexation. His hair was just slightly off white, not quite as pure as other Angel’s Seven would have seen. His long bare legs were crossed over the knee, he was resting his head on one hand tilted to the side. More interestingly for an Angel, his eyes were a deep red. Unusual for his kind.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” His voice also barely concealed his annoyance. However Ranliel knew he also had a part to play here.
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Post by Grimm on Dec 7, 2023 2:34:50 GMT
The stench of sex was heavy through the perfumes from the moment he walked through the door behind his handler. So much so he wrinkled his nose. Seven tried to keep the look of surprise off his face while both diverting his eyes from the debauchery and staring. One of his previous handlers had a habit of going to a local brothel while Seven waited outside, and Seven had seen lecherous priest before both in and out of their stations; but he could never have imagined such a brothel existed within the so called Holy City.
Seven counted himself lucky that he never had to endure life in a place like this. He knew how to handle the hate, the distain such as the greeting Angel’s gaze from the staircase. He could handle the abuse from the priests as they cut and beat him in false exorcisms; all the while Seven was unable to fight back due to the silver cord wrapped and draped around his neck; it was his collar. And the ring in his handlers possession, his leash. But he often got a bit of revenge later, that was if his abuser wasn’t wise enough to realize the real danger Seven possessed, even from his muzzled state.
Seven was the type of demon that could take control of dreams, manipulate the sacred space into fleeting worlds of his own. But even at the mastery he could control the nightmares, make his victims feel terror and and pain; all they had to do to escape from him was wake. Other than a lack of sleep, Seven was not capable of causing harm through the dreams he constructed. Not yet anyway. He was still young for a demon and had yet to figure it out. It was proving difficult especially without instruction or enough time to practice.
The demon and perhaps his handler were getting a little more uncomfortable as they continued through the area following the Angel, it was hard to tell from the back of his handlers head. This handler had been descent enough, although he never really interacted with Seven outside of their tasked assignments. As they entered the room, Seven followed his handlers lead and bowed although neither bowed as deeply as the white haired Angel who had escorted them.
Seven’s eyes were happy to soak up the items in the room although that was quickly refocused on Ranliel. The presence of angels in this place already had made him nervous, but this unusual Angel was setting off every alarm he had. He couldn’t wait for their business here to be done.
“Here I am thinking we’ve been summoned to the Vatican for congratulations on a job well done on our last assignment, but then I am informed about the true nature of our visit. That indeed our last assignment did catch the eye of His Holiness, but it was the Thorn that had really wet his appetite.” The Demon’s Handler shook his head in dismay, casting a brief but pitied glance at Seven, before pulling out a sealed message. “It wasn’t until we got here that I was ordered to hand this Thorn over to you, along with these detailed instructions for the ‘Banquet of Chestnuts’ the Pope wishes to host.” It was apparent in his tone he disapproved of this behavior since he didn’t bother to introduce himself to the Angel. The Bishop that served as his handler was like that.
The shock of Seven’s face left his mouth slightly agape at the revelation that he would be staying here, he looked to his handler as if he wanted to protest but knew nothing would come from it. He pushed the distress he was feeling down although it was bubbling just under the surface.
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Post by Behax on Dec 7, 2023 23:05:46 GMT
A thin and dangerous smile spread across Ranliel’s lips as the priest made his displeasure known. It was always amusing to see priests learning how truly corrupt and decadent their own order was, never mind their discomfort at discovering a brothel such as this within the very walls of the Vatican itself. The outrage this priest must feel deep inside....the hypocrisy.
He couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows when the bishop said he was to hand the demon over to Ranliel’s care, his eyes even flashing for a moment at the mention of the banquet. Neither the priest nor the demon were to know just how old Ranliel was, or how long he had been here. Suffice to say, it far exceeded the reign of the Borgia pope. Still....he’d never thought he’d see something like that repeated, though perhaps the pope planned to be a bit more discrete about it this time.
“How....interesting.” Ranliel uncrossed his legs, and at this Seven might have noticed the gold ring around the angel’s ankle. It was the only piece of jewellery he was wearing, and while not the same it gave off a similar energy to the collar Seven himself was forced to wear. Ranliel was not necessarily here because he chose to be.
He stood slowly and approached the priest, holding out his hand for the sealed message. Once in hand he tore it open without much care, unfolding the paper inside and beginning to read. He was a tall and thin figure, standing at just about 6ft tall.
As he read the paper in his hands, the only sounds that filled the room were those from the figures still on the bed. Moans and soft whimpers, punctuated by the sound of skin slapping against skin. Ranliel continued to read, completely ignoring the activities going on on the bed.
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Post by Grimm on Dec 8, 2023 1:14:27 GMT
The instructions were written in the Pope’s hand detailing the importance of the Banquet, speaking upon the divine revelation he had had upon which it had called for such an event. Most of it bullshit to divert the prying eyes of those too lazy to read in its entirety, or perhaps the Pope believed it - it was hard to tell. Somewhere near the end was the wish that Ranliel would use the Thorn provided along with an Angel of his choosing as the centerpieces and main event of the banquet. A physical manifestation of the wrestle of the good and the evil. Another major detail would be discussed later but the presentation, planning and other details were left to the Master of the Brothel.
Seven’s mind was racing watching Ranliel read the letter from the Pope, he could imagine what it said and the sounds coming from the veiled bed only added to his distress. He didn’t want to be left here. Seven’s handler caught the look of distress across the demon’s face and for a moment the two of them locked eyes. Seven silently pleading with him, but there was nothing his Handler was willing to do. Going against the order was not the fight he was looking for, even if the corruption and rot had started to become unbearable. That was a hole too deep for the Bishop to climb out of.
“I relinquish my command of this Thorn and give this burden to you.” The handler muttered the words reluctantly and slid the ring from his finger holding it out to Ranliel. “I’m sure I don’t have to explain to you how it works…” The Bishop seemed more and more bitter the louder the sounds on the bed became. He wanted nothing more to leave as well. To forget this place even existed.
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Post by Behax on Dec 8, 2023 7:05:14 GMT
Ranliel couldn’t help the way he scoffed as he read the letter. He may have been the brothel master inside the Vatican, but he didn’t *lie* to himself (or anyone else for that matter,) about it. He briefly looked up from the letter to look Seven up and down, wondering what it was about this demon that had caught the pope’s attention before going back to reading. His brow furrowed briefly at the mention of another ‘major’ detail yet unmentioned. As sly and underhanded as Ranliel himself could be, he didn't like the sound of that.
He looked up from the letter when the bishop spoke again. He was about to open his mouth to speak when the bishop continued, removing his ring and holding it out for Ranliel to take. For the briefest moment the angel’s mask slipped, a split second look of utter disgust crossed his features.
Ranliel could be cruel, sadistic and manipulative. The result of years of drowning in the church’s debauchery and corruption, but he knew what the priest was holding out to him. As he took the ring he had to fight his every impulse to throw it. He was holding in his hand a tool very similar to the one used against himself. He did not immediately put it on.
“Very well....You are dismissed, Lancel will show you back out.” He looked up to the angel who had originally escorted the pair to his room. He’d been there the whole time silently waiting, he nodded and beckoned for the bishop to follow him, he closed the door behind them leaving Seven alone with Ranliel and the three others in the room.
First he went back over to the bed, instructing the three to finish ‘properly’. He then returned to his seat, interestingly putting the ring down on the table, still fighting the urge to toss it far from himself. It wasn’t that he felt anything for Seven’s situation, more that he considered the very object to be vile in construction. He wondered if perhaps the Pope knew at least that much? He also wondered what if anything this Thorn would do upon realising that for the moment no one was actually holding his leash.
“So...What do I call you?” Though he supposed the concept of an actual name might be beyond this demon now, still he didn’t particularly want to keep calling him ‘Thorn’ the very idea of these enslaved demons was ridiculous to Ranliel.
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Post by Grimm on Dec 9, 2023 2:25:20 GMT
Seven shifted his weight uncomfortably under Ranliel’s eye. Perhaps the pope had chosen this particular demon for the right amount of delinquent vibe Seven had going for him. Threatening but harmless, the rob but not murder you type. Particularly easy on the eyes and a hardened body from a lifetime of trials. Hair that in the light shimmered with bold greens and purples, like the feathers of a peacock. Black twisted horns spiraled upward with just enough girth to wrap a hand around was enough to speak for itself. With the right amount of pruning, the pope hoped that Ranliel could make Seven into polished gem he saw beneath.
Seven wanted to say something to the handler as the ring was handed over to the Angel. He wanted to comment on his cowardliness and what the Bishop should be doing to stop the corruption of his order. But no words left his lips, but the sharp sting of betrayal gleamed in his eyes as he watched the Bishop escorted out.
He did his best not to seem surprised that Ranliel had set down the ring, the less attention he seemed to pay to it might mean he would manage to swipe it later. With that ring he could leave. Be Free. But if he tried to escape now, that would be suicide and Seven wasn’t that eager to leave this existence. So he did his best to act like it wasn’t a big deal that Ranliel hadn’t put on the ring, that Seven was ‘house-broken’; a little joke among handlers.
“Seven. I’m called Seven.” It was the first time the demon had spoken that day. His smooth soft-spoken voice not matching his tough and ragged appearance. And it certainly didn’t match the intense gaze through unkept tendrils of iridescent hair peered yellow eyes like that of a caged and frighten animal. Seven was desperately trying to assess the Angel. Muscle tense through his shoulders and back, fighting the urge to flee. Seven gathered his arms in front of him, folding them over his chest. He didn’t really know what else to do and didn’t like being the subject of anyone’s attention.
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Post by Behax on Dec 29, 2023 0:54:02 GMT
There was something about the angel’s intense gaze that seemed to almost be daring Seven to try and take the ring, despite the fact that Ranliel was paying it just as little attention as Seven himself. Though the demon was right, right now if he tried to take it and escape he wouldn’t leave alive.
For what was likely an agonisingly long moment for Seven there was silence between them. The only sounds coming from the veiled bed off to the side. A thin, sly smile spread across Ranliel’s lips as things on the bed seemed to reach their climax. He seemed to delight in the demon’s discomfort as the moans grew in volume, gasps and pants coming more quickly before ending in two final moans of ecstacy, a third voice, barely more than a muffled whimper buried beneath the sound.
In the quiet that followed Ranliel continued to watch Seven, gauging the demon’s reaction. Eventually two figures emerged from behind the curtain, Ranliel dismissing them both with a wave of his hand. The two angel’s, completely naked, barely acknowledged Seven’s presence as they left. Through a gap in the curtain Seven might have just been able to glimpse a third figure still laying on the bed.
Ranliel shifted his position slightly, switching how his legs were crossed and leaning to his other side.
“So Seven, I’ll cut right to the chase. It might not surprise you to learn that you are the very first demon to set foot in my...establishment.” At that there seemed to be a dangerous flash in Ranliel’s eyes. He didn’t necessarily care about the fact that Seven was a demon, what he hated was other people...particularly mortals, dictating to him what he was to accept in what he considered to be his own territory. He hated being reminded of his own position.
“I’m sure you’re smart enough to realise what kind of place this is,” Ranliel continued before finally standing up. “So I have to ask, are you a virgin Seven?” He asked as he walked towards the demon.
The ring remained behind on the table.
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Post by Grimm on Jan 7, 2024 7:46:06 GMT
Seven didn’t like the sound of being the first demon to have ever walked through Ranliel’s establishment doors. He didn't know this individual and it sounded to the demon that the angel was insulted by him being there, however ironic that might had been to Seven. A demon in an angel whore house and not the other way around.
If it was discomfort that Ranliel was after, Seven’s mannerism spoke volumes. The pleasurable excitement had kept him in a perpetual timidness. When the occupants of the act departed, Seven turned his eyes to a piece of lovely furniture on the other side of the room. What a lovely pattern fabric it had been upholstered with and the wood embellishments looked almost hand carved. His attention, of course, snapped right back to Ranliel the moment the angel stood up.
“I’m…” He hesitated a little and shifted his weight between feet again. “…not technically.” Seven answered truthfully. His virginity had been taken from him by the angel that had captured him; luckily it had only been a one time thing before being gifted to the humans. Most of the humans had been too afraid to try and biblically know him. “I’m not…this isn’t my skill set.” Seven felt his spine grow more ridged the closer Ranliel came to him, his golden eyes flickering briefly to the ring left behind on the table. Not that the Angel needed it to get Seven to behave himself.
Human’s were a pushover….Angel’s were scary. And this red eyed Angel was terrifying. Seven’s feet took him back a half-step the closer Ranliel got, but he stopped himself from taking anymore.
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Post by Behax on Apr 15, 2024 17:40:12 GMT
“Not...technically?” Ranliel repeated. He sounded just as disappointed as he did curious as to what exactly Sven meant by that. Well he could hazard a guess, though he’d only be half right. Ranliel’s assumption would be that at least one of the priests would have fucked him, it didn’t cross his mind that another angel might have. However his own experience with the Church pretty much always made them the first to blame in Ranliel’s mind.
He snorted when Seven admitted to ‘this’ not being his skill set.
“Do you think it was mine when I first arrived here?” His voice had a salacious tone to it, but there was bitterness there. This angel was full of carefully concealed, carefully controlled rage and spite. He was dangerous, but he was also kept on a short leash.
He stopped only inches from Seven’s person, he reached out and gently (but firmly) cupped Seven’s face with one hand. He tilted his head this way and that, his red eyes narrowing as he appraised the demon before him. He seemed to be considering something, and it wasn’t just the demon’s looks.
“Besides, his ‘Holiness’ doesn't much care if this is in your skill set or not. He wants to put on a show of debauchery and lust, even if he has convinced himself it’ll be some sort of....metaphor for the fight between good and evil.” Ranliel couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes. “The truth is that is what it is, a show of debauchery and carnal desire, and you...unfortunately…have been given the privilege of being at the centre of this...’Banquet of Chestnuts.” Truly Ranliel wanted to throw up, the hypocrisy of the church was nauseating.
“It’s my job to make it one of your ‘skill sets’.” Finally he pulled his hand away from Seven’s face and went back to his chair.
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Post by Grimm on Apr 16, 2024 18:06:08 GMT
Seven was in the grips of terror when Ranliel cupped his face, allowing the angel to turn his head what ever direction they desired. He could sense the red-eyed angel was dangerous, he dared not move, or utter his misgivings that he’d learn the skills necessary. The demon remained tight lipped to say the least. He had learned to keep his mouth shut and head down when those with power were around him.
He let out a breathe he didn’t know he had been holding when Ranliel let go and walked away. While the angel had his back turned, Seven’s golden eyes locked on to the ring left unguarded on the table. His weight shifted from foot to foot, weighing his options although there wasn’t much to be thought about. Even if he made a break for the ring he doubted he could get it before Ranliel did. So what options did that leave him? Not many and even less with desired outcomes.
The demon might have been good at keeping the attention away from himself that but didn’t mean he didn’t dabble on the edge of the boundaries given to him.
“What if I’m no good at it?” Seven scratched the side of his face, trying to figure out a way to weasel himself out of this particular privilege.
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Post by Behax on Apr 16, 2024 21:09:33 GMT
“What if I’m no good at it?”
Ranliel turned where he stood. “Fortunately for the both of us, we have plenty of time. Besides, you only need to be good enough to please your partner….” Or for it to at least be convincing enough for the Pope, Ranliel thought bitterly to himself.
“There is no getting out of this one I’m afraid,” Ranliel said, reaching for a bottle and pouring himself a fresh glass of wine instead of sitting down. “Do not assume I have any more choice in this matter than you do, because I do not. The real question is who to partner you with....”
The pope was probably expecting Ranliel to do this one himself, and well if it came to it he certainly could fake it if he had to. But no, he’d rather not. He was already at the old bastard’s beck and call...Already had to let the man fuck him on a whim...as had been the case with every pope before him all these long centuries.
He sipped at his wine, and Seven might have noticed his red eyes slide over to the bed off to the side. He felt his anger boil up a little, but swallowed it down with another sip of wine. Yes...That probably would be a satisfactory choice in the eyes of the Pope, and the easiest person to pair Seven with.
Felix would do whatever was asked of him.
Ranliel swallowed down the last of his wine and slammed his glass down on the table a little harder than he meant to. Right next to the ring.
“Felix, you should come here, meet our guest.”
At this the figure who had been left on the bed this whole time finally stirred, they had been still and silent this whole time.
Felix sat up slowly, sliding over to the edge of the bed and pushing the veil aside and slipping out of it slowly. He was a slender creature, pale and delicate, and completely naked. His skin was covered in marks, bruises, hickeys, scratches and bites. He had shoulder length ginger hair, and soft features....but his eyes...they looked like they should be red in colour, but were clouded...Sightless. He had a set of wings too, that at first glance looked like they were extremely stunted, on second it would be clear they were mutilated beyond repair, his back also bore many scars around his broken stumps of wings.
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Post by Grimm on Apr 18, 2024 13:42:05 GMT
That wasn’t an answer Seven wanted to hear and his expression said as much. While Ranliel drown his displeasure in a glass of wine, Seven took a non-step forward, a movement disguised as shifting his weight. Wishful thinking had him hoping that the angel would just forget about the ring all together and perhaps Seven could swipe it; if he could get close enough.
”…meet our guest.”
Seven wasn’t a master at hiding his facial expressions; dismay, shock and disgust were clearly written across his lips. He tried to give Felix the privacy of turning away his gaze from his naked and abused form, but those sightless red eyes pulled him in. Seven was the nearly the opposite of Felix in every way. His physically survival manifested in the muscles he had grown over his life, sun kissed skin, and piercing yellow gold eyes saw the world in all its tarnished luster. Seven was no stranger to scars as he sported dozens of his own, all them dealt by those who’s care he was in. He was been brought up being a punching bag, taking the brunt of physical abuse and unbridled hatred for his kind…but this….it enraged him when he saw weak beings put in that position and clearly this Felix had certainly been handled roughly over his life. It made his stomach turn.
What kind of hell was this place? Seven had thought that perhaps there had been a few bad apples in the barrel, but the entire thing was rotten. Irritated his tail twitched erratically back and forth sight he words he dare not say.
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Post by Behax on Apr 18, 2024 16:54:45 GMT
Ranliel was watching Seven closely as Felix stepped out. He was intrigued to see disgust, perhaps even anger written across the demon’s features. Perhaps this would work out better than he anticipated, it certainly had the potential to be entertaining at least. Despite his blindness, Felix did not seem to have any trouble finding his way to Ranliel’s side. Something that only further emphasised Ranliel’s height as Felix barely reached his shoulders.
“This Felix, is Seven,” Ranliel said. It took a moment but Felix did look in his direction, though Seven would get the distinct feeling that Felix was looking through him not at him. His brow furrowed a little. “As you can probably tell, he is not one of our usual clientele. He’s been sent here by the Pope with a particular task in mind. I’ll fill you in on the details later, but I have decided that you will help him with this task. So do try to get along, hmm?” Ranliel explained.
He did consider the possibility of making the two get intimate then and there, but perhaps Seven should be broken in more gradually. Besides right that moment it was probably more prudent to let Felix get some rest. It probably wouldn’t be long before the letcherous priest that like to fuck him so much was back.
“Now why don’t you go take a bath my dear...and take Seven with you.”
Felix turned back to Ranliel, something seemingly on his mind.
“Just a bath dear....Oh but before I forget...” Ranliel turned and picked up the ring from the table. He hid it well but he was still fighting the urge to lob the thing into the stratosphere. He gently took one of Felix’s hands, and carefully slipped the ring onto his ring finger. That was sure to piss off Felix's most prolific client. Well...He’d deal with that bridge when it came to it.
“Never take this off Felix, it’ll help keep our new friend in line.” Not that Ranliel thought Seven would hurt Felix, but he also knew the ring would prevent Seven from attacking him if it came to it. “Now be a good boy and show Seven the baths hmm?” He then placed a soft kiss to the top of Felix’s head. It was almost odd how softly Ranliel treated Felix when you considered the physical state of the boy.
Felix turned to Seven.
“Follow me.” He then turned away and led Seven through a different door than the one he had entered through. If he was paying enough attention he might notice the white streaks running between Felix’s legs, as well as the slight unsteadiness with which he walked.
Felix waited at the door for Seven, and when he was sure the demon was following him, led him down a corridor to Ranliel’s private baths.
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Post by Grimm on Apr 19, 2024 22:27:37 GMT
The mention of a bath, Seven looked down at his hands. The dirt under his fingernails had been there for awhile, in fact he wasn’t sure the last time he had a bath. Usually he cleaned up using whatever water had been available, most of the time that was a outdoor faucet, or a water trough. Despite not having a choice, a bath sounded rather nice.
There was definitely more than met the eyes with Ranliel and Felix, the interaction between them made it seem that their relationship was more than just the brothel business. Although Ranliel had given Felix the ring, Seven felt closer than ever to snatching it. Seven couldn’t remove it from the wearer, but if the wearer took it off - it was free game. But he would need patience and that he had plenty of.
Seven would make no show of respect as he left Ranliel’s presence unless he was told to, none of the humans had ever made him so why start now. He followed Felix with concern across his brow, the angel seemed unsteady on his feet. Seven couldn’t understand why demon were the bad guys when this existed in the ‘good’ guys main place of worship.
“Are you okay?” The question slipped out before Seven realized he was even asking it.
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