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Post by Grimm on Dec 13, 2014 17:09:05 GMT
The incubus could tell that Frowly enjoyed playing with ones ignorance. The smug swishing of the Orcal's tail made Brahm smile. He started to remember why he liked him so much in the first place. The fallen enjoyed being toyed with, especially after toying with so many people himself. He followed the two of them back to the pile of pillows and sat opposite of the duo.
Even though he was surprised that his Pet was able to answer Frowly's questions he didn't let much of that surprise to be shown in his expression. The more that Forwly explained, the smile slowly began to fade. The corner of his lips pulled down into a tight stern expression. He rose from his seated position and crossed the small distance upon his hands and knees, a bitter twitch in the corner of his right eye.
Reaching out, he ran his fingers through those silky white locks of his pets hair and planted his nose within the soft tuffs. He inhales much like he did with the cigarette, letting the scent linger in his nostrils. There was only on arch-angel that he ever had the misfortune of meeting. Once when he was given to the church to be used as a tool, and the other when he was Exiled from a heaven he never remember setting eyes on.
He let go of the boys hair, almost as if he was burned by a memory and sat back on his haunches. His eyes were no longer the pale blue orbs, but a hard mercury swimming in pools of ebony hatred.
"Gabriel." He hissed the offenders name. How his tongue burned to even speak the wretched Arch-Angel's name.
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Post by Behax on Dec 13, 2014 20:33:39 GMT
Cameron tried to retreat backwards when Brahm approached him, but between the pillows, and Frowly's hold on him there was nowhere to go. It was deeply unsettling to be smelt and sniffed like that. It put him on edge, he was getting a dangerous feeling from the fallen angel, more so than usual......And when he hissed out that name...Cameron felt like he must know it, even though he'd never once met his father.
"Hmmmn....Yes Gabriel....You see though they are meant to be an example to all, Arch-Angels are not above breaking the very rules they enforce. Procreating with humans....Is one such rule, not enough to get you thrown out of heaven though...And really who is going to punish and Arch-Angel for such a thing. Gabriel is ambitious, he likes power. Cameron's mother was a powerful human seer, no surprise she attracted Gabriel to her really...She was quite beautiful as well....."
The casual way in which Frowly talked about his family, as if he personally knew them was also making Cameron uncomfortable. He shifted slightly, and Frowly smiled. Cameron was as much a thing to be played with for him, as anyone else.
"The real crux of the story is that because half-breeds like Cameron are caught between Heaven and Earth, they are seen as wholly innocent.....Angel's can't kill them without falling victim to the same fate as you.....But they do end up usually as so much cannon fodder...Manipulated into being useful to heaven, then thrown away..Or they end up like Cameron here....Or worse." Really what Brahm was doing to Cameron was beyond horrible, but there was much worse still that could happen to him, if someone else had gotten him first...He could have been killed already...Or end up not too different from Lance.
Frowly watched Brahm keenly, wondering what he would do with the knowledge of Cameron's parentage.
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Post by Grimm on Dec 14, 2014 21:16:52 GMT
"HA!" The fallen angel rose to his feet in a sort of disbelief. "The retched, filthy liar. He is no more divine then Lucifer. Hypocrite." He began to pace the parlor feeling his temperature rise, he tore his jacket from shoulders flinging it to the floor. "He used me to do his dirty work, then exiled me for it. Keeping me bound to his will as I fell from grace. The longing, the pain, the madness. The retch." His tone was venomous as he spout his grievances.
Anger was rising like the fires of hell. He turned on his heel to face Gabriel's offspring, boney tips started to protrude from his back, ripping the lavish white shirt that still clothed him. This was no long Brahm the Incubus, but Octavius the Fallen. The sinister bone structured wings emerged in all their ivory glory. "I would rip the flesh from your bones if it would make Gabriel cry a single tear." His wings clattered in agreement and the dagger like tips struck forward stopping just short of piercing his Pets skins.
"But I'm sure he wouldn't care." The boney tips dragged down the boys cheeks. And Octavius withdrew them. Although he would never confess it, he had grown fond of Cameron's company even though it was forced, full of uncomfortable silence, and the feeling was not mutual.
"Does Gabriel even know his son exists?" The fallen asked Frowly. He wasn't sure what he should do with the boy, should it even matter to him? He couldn't help the resentment he felt, even if it was misplaced. It had been a long time since he had felt so conflicted.
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Post by Behax on Dec 14, 2014 21:51:59 GMT
Frowly watched Brahm closely, he couldn't say he disagreed with what he said. Gabriel was a liar, and a cheater. He was just a bit more careful about who knew about his ambition. Lucifers down fall had been that he directly challenged the Metatron for power. God doesn't exist, the seraphim's were the ones who truly rulde the heavens. As Brahm slowly lost himself in his hate and anger, Cameron could feel his anxiety raising, this was dangerous. Frowly was playing with fire and Cameron couldn't understand why. "The only real difference between Angel's and Demons is honestly.....Demons are true to themselves and their intentions, Angel's trick themselves into thinking they are better...More righteous..." He gripped tightly at Cameron's shoulder, he'd interfere if it looked like Brahm would actually hurt him. Not out of any care or sentiment for the boy, but because he could be useful.
Somehow Cameron managed to stay deadly still, and muster the inner strength to keep looking Brahm in the eyes. He really didn't look much of anything like Gabriel, even his eyes were a different colour.
"Yes, Gabriel isn't the type to go sleeping around with humans without a purpose. No doubt his plan was to make use of Cameron at some point. Half-breed children make wonderful cannon fodder, or living weapons. But from what I can see he lost track of him when his mother died, and the people that sold him in that auction found him first. You are also correct to assume Gabriel has no emotional attachment to this child, if you killed him, all Gabriel would do is go out and knock up another unfortunate human woman....Well probably...." Frowly explained.
Cameron got the feeling that some of what Frowly had said, about half-breed children being used by their parents, had come from personal experience. After all Demons were highly ambitious creatures, half-demon, half-angel children must be a very attractive prospect.
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Post by Grimm on Dec 16, 2014 3:37:42 GMT
The more Frowly spoke, the more it upset him and Octavius couldn't let his anger disperse. "We low ranking Angels were made to believe we were doing was righteous. We were lied to, manipulated and tossed like garbage. My brothers," he stopped in mid sentence, the clattering of his wings echoed with rage.
He had no brothers, not anymore. Not after slaying all those that resided at the Church: the priests, the nuns, his angelic brothers, even the orphaned human children that sheltered there. All of that because he put his blind faith in some divine plan, when all it truly was was Gabriel tying up loose ends. And he slaughtered them all on misplaced trust.
The grief overwhelmed him and he slumped to his knees, the wings growing quiet from their noisy discord and dispersing into a pale glow of tiny little lights that disappeared. He hung his head in his hands, unable to shed tears for the atrocities that he had committed. No longer did he have the ability or the right to cry. Brahm must of stayed that way for awhile, with so many different thing racing through his mind, until he finally raised his eyes to Frowly. "Would it be possible for you to teach him to hone his seer abilities? Money is of no object and I will be willing to reimburse you for your troubles...I could bring him by once a week...or if not you...could you refer me to someone? I won't let my pet become cannon fodder for either side."
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Post by Behax on Dec 26, 2014 19:28:21 GMT
Frowely patiently listened to Octavius, he knew he shouldn't interrupt. One way or another this fallen angel needed to get these feelings of betrayal out into the open, who knew for how long he'd really kept all of that pent up inside. It probably helped to finally say it. Cameron on the other hand was not sure what to make of this....A lot was happening to him in one day, revelations about his father....And who exactly that man was.....Maybe he'd been better off not knowing. Thinking of all the times he' asked questions...Wanted answers...And now he wasn't sure he liked the answer he was being given.
When Brahm finally looked at him again, Frowly was surveying him with the eyes of one who knew everything, a predator playing games. It might have been wise if Brham had taken what Exley had said to heart....Frowly never did anything if there wasn't some benefit to himself, and what that benefit is, might not be what you yourself think it is.
"First we have to find out what kind of seer abilities Cameron has....Either way they will be nothing close to the kinds of powers I have, you understand that don't you?" Frowly wanted to make clear Brahm knew this. There was no seer on earth that could even compare to what Frowly could achieve. "But I will help you," he said with an odd sort of smile on his face. Brahm didn't consider that Frowly might end up the one taking advantage of Cameron and his powers.
"How admirable of you, you don't what this child to be used have you have....Or is it...Something else?" Frowly asked narrowing his eyes slightly.
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Post by Grimm on Dec 29, 2014 10:23:38 GMT
Brahm looked at Frowly with a fearsome beauty, his perfect lips sliding wide into a curl of a homicidal desire. Like a spider camouflaged as a flower, his true intentions were to take full advantage of Cameron, he didn't really care if his pet became used, after all that's what slaves were for. At least that's what he was trying to convince himself of.
"I know his power will never rival yours, but it will give him an slight edge if he wants to survive this nightmare." Brahm knew his affection for the boy would soon diminish, his hate for Gabriel knew no bounds. But perhaps when that affection failed, he'd have a new fondness of corrupting Gabriel's son.
It excited him. Here was purpose, here was something to entertain his own goals, instead of entertaining everyone else's. Brahm picked his jacket up and slipped it over his torn shirt. "I still need to visit the auction, there's a new moon coming and I think it might be better for all if I just stayed in. Too many guards nowadays." There was a flash of silver in his eyes before he stood up. "Come along Cameron. There is much to prepare for."
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Post by Behax on Jan 3, 2015 20:22:44 GMT
"Hmmmn...Perhaps...." Frowly knew that some seers went mad from what they saw, there was no guarantee that Cameron wouldn't succumb to that kind of fate. Frowly could see any number of possible futures for the boy, some were only slightly different, others were like night and day. Things could however get very interesting from here...Or they could turn out very disappointing, (from Frowly's point of view, not necessarily Octavius'.)
"Too many guards nowadays."
"Yes...I wonder whose fault that was..." Frowly said with a sly smile.
Cameron hesitated for a moment, but realised that if he tried to put up resistance here...No one would take his side. Taking Elxy's words about Frowly to heat. So he stood up, and followed his 'master' out, giving Frowly a nod as they left.
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Post by Grimm on Jan 6, 2015 15:41:01 GMT
As Brahm left Frowly’s his heart fluttered just a little. This turn of events made the dirty air just a little sweeter. His business at the auction would be short, after all he wasn’t looking for those of value. With a firm grip on the back of Cameron’s neck, he guided him towards the back where the slaves were kept. After being greeted by what looked like a slave dealer, they pair was led to a group of six that huddled together in a cage not big enough to stand in.
“Left over slaves that didn’t fetch a price at auction.” The dealer explained as he banged on the cage to get them to move.
“They’ll do…deliver them to the usual place. You’ll be paid on delivery.” Brahm hardly looked over the lot before telling the dealer he’d take them. The dealer humbly bowed in a bent way, but Brahm paid no mind. He was already guiding Cameron out of the auction and back towards the penthouse. The rest of the journey the Incubus was silent in contemplation, not lost in thought, but in step with his focus. For the rest of the night and the next Brahm seemed to of lost his appetite for molesting Cameron. Instead the Incubus would sit lounging naked on his couch, an old damaged violin abreast his chiseled shoulders, chin embraced in the rest. At times he would play, other times he would pluck the strings with little melodic flair. The rest of the time, he stared at his pet with his ghostly blue eyes tapping the bow in a kind of boredom against his thigh.
It was next night Brahm took Cameron to a secluded basement floor in the building. There were no windows, no doors, no exit except the locked elevator that brought them there. Just concrete walls and support pillars. The ceiling was a normally 8 foot height with sparse lighting illuminated the vast space, allowing dark patches of shadows to linger in places.
"I think it's time that you know what I truly am, son of Gabriel." It was cold and dank in the large empty space and their foot steps echoed endlessly in the vast grey. With each row of steel pillars they past by, another article of clothing was discarded by Brahm until all the frills of fine clothing were gone and he was left in just a white pair of his favorite timeless pants.
“Until a few nights ago, you only saw me as Brahm…” he was rough and forceful with Cameron as they walked, almost as if he was herding him to certain spot. “But he is a mask, a costume, a figment of imagination.” He ripped the shirt fabric away from his pet's skin, and ordered him to take off his shoes. Brahm took his own boots off and the last few rows of columns, their walk went silently until they stopped at some obscure wall in the middle of the vast shadows.
Tied to the wall, there were half a dozen naked individuals, leftovers from the auction house, slaves no one wanted. He stood behind Cameron embracing him with the warmth of his skin in this cold dreary space.
“My name is Octavius….and I am a creation of your fathers…” He whispered in his ear as boney wings clattered their excitement. Ocativus shoved the boy forward. Brahm had changed appearance, the boney wings had stretched out in their ivory glory, his eyes now silver swimming in black pools and his body was covered in scars that overlapped.
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Post by Behax on Jan 25, 2015 13:00:29 GMT
The grip on the back of his neck was uncomfortable, and also from Cameron's point of view...Unnecessary. It wasn't like he was going to run, where would he even go? He was sure Brahm could easily find him, failing that he'd just get hopelessly lost. Something about seeing other people huddle in a cage like that, broke him inside. It didn't just make him sad, he realised it also made him angry.....And useless, he couldn't do anything for these people.
Over the next couple of nights and days, Cameron avoided Brahm as much as was physically possible for him to do so. Frowly had given him a lot to think about, from his heritage to his powers. He'd always known he was different...But never realised quite how different he was. He'd also always been able to tell when people were lying to him, was that a part of his power as a seer? He'd always put it down to intuition. Then the news that he was the son of an angel....And not just any angel, but Gabriel....How was he supposed to digest that? His mother had never said anything about his father before she had died, nor any powers he might have. How was he supposed to digest all this? It didn't feel real, even though he knew that it was. If it was a dream...A nightmare..He wished he'd woken from it a long time ago.
The following night he was taken down to what must have been the basement. No windows, no doors...No escape. It made him anxious...But then at this point it was easier to list the things that didn't make Cameron anxious. He frowned when he was referred to as 'son of Gabriel,' was that all he was now? The child of some person he'd never met, and little more?
As they walked, or rather as Brahm forced him in the direction he wanted, the fallen angel talked as though he was revealing some great secret. In truth Cameron had worked this much out already. It had confused him when Frowly called him 'Octavious.' The course of conversations that had followed revealed that Brahm was not who he had said he was. He took off his shoes as he was told, hesitating slightly, and shivering without his shirt.
He felt his breath stop when he realised what..Who were tied to the wall. It was upsetting, and he felt that anger bubbling away at him...It didn't entirely feel like it was his, someone else's? Something else's.....He jolted slightly when he felt Brahm embrace him from behind. No not 'Brahm' this was Octavious. He turned when he was pushed, and began breathing again. It was clear that he was scared, scared by what faced him now.
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Post by Grimm on Mar 4, 2015 19:12:16 GMT
There was a murderous twinkle in his now silver eyes, the homicidal curve tugged at the corner of his lips. Octavius slowly tilted his head to the side, lavishing in the fear that permeated the air. Cameron’s fear mixed with the individual emotions of those tied up behind the boy. It was sweet yet tangy, like the way he imagined those green apples tasted. He had yet to eat the fruits of the earth. Even after all this time, he kept to the restrictive diet he had followed while being a servant of the church, perhaps secretly hoping it would save him from damnation.
But emotion. That’s what he liked to feed upon although his appetite for it was never satisfied. He could gorge his spiritual belly, but always was a glutton for more. The stronger the emotion, the better.
“I use to hunt monsters until I became the monster.” He licked his lips in anticipation, his skin crawling with shivers in the poorly lit space. Every new moon the fallen angel, would break from his incubus shell and was consumed with the homicidal urge to hunt. And it didn’t matter what. He could almost hear Gabriel laughing that ‘you could take the hunter out of the hunt, but you couldn’t take the hunt out of the hunter.’ Oh he hated the Archangel, hated anything that had to do with him, and above all hated himself.
“You see Cameron, the cruel reality of this world…” His bone wings stretched over his pet, the razor like tips snapping the rope to free one of the unwanted slaves from the wall. She whimpered as she was cut loose, timidly shaking.
“…the strong survive and the weak just die.” Just as the slave began to turn and run in fear, the boney wing impaled her. Octavius used his wing as a hook to drag her closer to him, her bare feet brushing along the cold floor, blood seeping from wound in her chest. She labored to breathe, unable to properly cry out in the terror that consumed her, tears overflowing the brim of her eyes.
“Run.” With his other wing he cut the remaining slaves free from their bonds and they all scattered in all directions into the concrete darkness. But as they fled, Octavius gently began to cradle the young woman in his arms, slowly pulling out the wing that had impaled her.
Octavius had suddenly become very devoted to the girl that laid dying in his arms. She gasped and struggled to breathe in her final moments, eyes locked with the Fallen Angel. Slowly he went to the floor with her, brushing pieces of hair from her face.
With each tear she shed, he drank in the fear of death, the pain of regret, the sadness of a life ending. The emotions that he fed on, became his own until a few tears spilled from the edges of his eyes. For a brief moment his silver eyes shimmer with hopeful dreams of tomorrow long since past, but this stayed no more then a whisper in a storm. He watched her quivering lips begin to hush, she exhaled and did not draw in another.
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Post by Behax on Mar 16, 2015 7:52:37 GMT
Cameron didn't know how he managed to keep eye contact with Octavius, it was hard and harrowing for sure. Staring into the cold eyes of a monster like that. He was still full of fear, and an unfamiliar anger, but there was also some level of pity for the thing that stood before him. A creature twisted not by his own ambition but someone else's. Is this what would happen to him, if his so called 'father' found him?
When he saw the bone wings reach for the slave girl, the word "Don't" didn't even leave his mouth before she was impaled. It was sick to watch, as she was dragged back to Octavius, limp and bleeding. When the fallen angel set the rest lose, for a moment Cameron feared, he'd do the same to them. But he didn't, Octavius' attention was on the woman alone for now. Though he was sure there was probably no safe way out for the rest.
Cameron stood, fixed on the spot, as he watched Octavius.
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Post by Grimm on Mar 27, 2015 3:43:31 GMT
Octavius seemed to hold his breath waiting for the girl to inhale. Silver eyes searched her face, but the light had all too quickly faded from her eyes and with it the high that the Fallen Angel had felt. He stood and discarded his dead play thing, letting her body fall from his arms with a sickening thud to the floor.
The tears that had rolled down his face had already withered and dried. The look of anguish had swept by him, leaving the cold desolation in his hardened silver eyes. There was no guilt or sorrow for what he had done, those personal emotions had weeded out over the hard years.
Aching for the ecstasy of the ultimate fear, Octavius stepped over the slaves lifeless body looking at Cameron. The gleam of a predator gaze sparkled like a daggers edge, the scent of freshly spilled blood driving his desire for madness. He reached out to touch Cameron’s cheek with his blood soaked hands.
“You felt it, didn’t you? Death, a beautiful thing…”
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Post by Behax on May 27, 2015 18:52:16 GMT
Cameron watched, not quite sure of what he was actually seeing. He felt sick as he watched...No not just watched...Felt, the girl die. She was now somewhere better surely, but why did it have to happen at all? And then once her suffering was ended, she was just discarded like nothing at all. What intrigue she had held forgotten now that her life was gone. It was disgusting. Again Cameron felt an anger that wasn't quite his own, a part of him that he wasn't completely aware of pulled at him.
He took a step back as the fallen angel stepped towards him, but his back was quickly back up against the wall. He twitched when he felt Octavius' hand on his cheek, the sickening feeling in his stomach deepening at the feel of the blood now on his face.
"That wasn't beautiful. She was beautiful, but all you did was steal her life from her," Cameron replied, he wasn't even completely sure where that reply had come from, it wasn't all him. Needless to say there were aspects of himself, as well as powers he was not yet awakened to...Might never have been if Octavius hadn't taken him.
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Post by Grimm on Jun 5, 2015 4:55:24 GMT
His fingers glided down Cameron’s cheek leaving the trail of warm blood painted in contrast of his pet’s perfect skin. The fallen angel invaded Cameron’s personal space, corralling the boy against the cold wall with his physically intimidating body, arms to either side. The dim lighting that surrounded them played on every ripple that had been engraved on his muscles over the five hundred years he hunted. Numerous scars crisscrossed in haphazard designs marring his pale skin, all lessons in learned from his Master.
“Her life was forfeited long ago, the day she was sold at the auction for the first time.” He spoke firmly. The urge for violence rippled through every one of his muscles, the tips of his ivory wings carved gouges into the concrete wall to either side of him.
“What’s that saying you humans have? What is order to the spider is chaos to the fly.” His restraint was slipping and Octavius knew it. There was rage and lust mixing within his chest. He leaned closer if that was even possible, lips to Cameron’s ear. “Death is beautiful….it is perfect and infinite. Merciful and cruel.” There was both excitement and agony in his tone. He raked his teeth down Cameron’s neck to his shoulder before biting down with dull teeth, deep enough to draw blood. After his tastes were violated with the boy’s blood, he quickly released his bite and shoved Cameron to the side. “So tell me, has your’s been forfeited? Are you a victim, or are you a survivor?”
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