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Post by Grimm on Oct 28, 2011 18:46:21 GMT
Ocatvius listened almost intently to what Lusive had to say before looking off bored to view the vampires collection from his seat on the floor. His ears perked up when the vampire said he could stay or leave and there was stuff to eat in the fridge. After the vampire retreated to his bedroom, the fallen angel got up from his seat on the floor and went to the kitchen, cleaning himself off in the kitchen sink. Using the wonders of paper towels to remove the dried blood and cum. He cleaned his face off the best he could, but he certainly had missed of the finger painting he had done earlier in the night.
Once clean, as his buttons rebuttoned most of the way back up, he rummaged around in the fridge finding some bread and chewed on it slowly, taking a self guided tour around the apartment. He picked things up, put them down until he was uninterested in the items and he plopped down on the couch, putting his bare feet up on the coffee table, giving his toes a wiggle before leaning his head back and admiring that uninteresting ceiling.
He was sure the vampire was sleeping in the other room, would be really easy to go in a kill him now....but that damned owl was watching him and he stared back at it almost as if he was in a contest with it. Finally he looked away, wondering why he was hesitating in kill this undead, he had his fun....but there were pieces of a puzzle that wanted to be solved, bothering the fallen angels corrupt mind. The names for one, the vampires and the one tattooed to his back, distant but he could hear an echo of those named in a memory.
He drifted off to a tormented sleep, like always there was no rest for the truly wicked.
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Post by Behax on Nov 1, 2011 9:34:09 GMT
The owl watched the angel intently as he investigated Lusive’s collection; it even felt proud to have out stared him. Eventually however the creature went to sleep on its perch.
Though his sleep was dreamless it wasn’t free from his memories. He relived some of the best moments he’d spent with the woman who had sired him who has also become his wife. Luciel Margrace, he’d even taken her family name instead of giving her his. She had had long brown hair and beautiful big scarlet eyes. She’d been elegant and graceful and caring, she’d saved Lusive from death and given him a life with her.
However as his sleep wore on the memory morphed into another until it was on that cold night almost two hundred years ago now where Luciel had saved him again and sacrificed herself to do so. He woke up fitfully at the moment he had seen her death, his eyes snapped open and he pushed himself up from his bed the second he’d seen that sword plunged through her.
He looked up beyond his bead’s head board to a painting that hung above it. It was of himself and Luciel over two hundred years ago, probably painted about twenty years before her death. Lusive himself was barely recognisable no scars or tattoos, less piercings and longer hair in a ponytail and old period clothes. But the face was obviously his and he was wearing the same wedding ring. A similar but more elegant and effeminate ring hung on thin silver chain around the pictures ornate frame matching the one worn by the woman in the painting.
Lusive turned himself over and moved to the edge of his bed putting his legs over onto the floor and putting his face in his hands for a moment before pushing them up and through his hair. He stood up, grabbed some clean clothes before heading into his bathroom for a shower. He couldn’t help but think his memories of that night had serviced to warn him of something, but it didn’t stop him wanting to wash the feeling away.
Glancing at a clock as he stepped into the shower he could see it was about 5pm.
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Post by Grimm on Nov 1, 2011 23:56:04 GMT
Ocatvius was staring at the ceiling that he had taken a liking to, unable to get a moments rest, each time he began to drift off he awoke as if to keep hell at bay. He couldn't remember the last time he actually slept, years maybe. He was once far more stealthy about how he hunted down these dark creatures, using them for his own greed, while still tending to his now twisted duty of being a hunter.
Now he had become like a drug addict, looking for something to drown out the pain of existence. His right hand reached back, letting his fingers trace the familiar letter on his back, flowing along the curves as if he was caressing the form of another.
He was searching for someone that could give him that feeling of taking control. Most crumbled under his touch, few ever got as far as an orgasm before he would murder them. But there was something about this vampire that the fallen angel couldn't come to place. Perhaps a victim that had gotten away? But when….He dwelled on it coming to find himself on a certain memory, but was so clouded by the madness he wasn't able to make sense of it yet…
His keen ears picked up the sound of movement in the closed room, wondering if his host had awaken. The angel closed his eyes, faking sleep as he had often done before, having practiced for countless nights and days.
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Post by Behax on Nov 2, 2011 10:50:20 GMT
For a while Lusive just stood there and let the water hit him and wash down his body. He hated remembering that day even if he would never escape the memory for the loss of Luciel had been greatly damaging to his emotional state more so than any of the other loves he lost after, it had done the most damage the others only helped to deepen the wound it left.
Snapping out of his thoughts Lusive washed quickly and left the shower drying off and getting dressed. He left the bathroom with a towel around his neck and his damp hair in his face. He left his bedroom soon after in the same state.
He was not overly surprised to find the angel still there, he was used to his conquests staying, few of them actually left. He stood at the back of the couch looking down into the angels face, it truly was divine he thought to himself, though there was something wrong with this creature of god he could feel it and he’d tasted it in his blood.
“Well whatever,” he muttered before wandering off towards his kitchen area, opening his fridge and pulling out a pack of blood, something that you would find in a hospital. He tore it open before drinking it, it was enough to keep a vampire alive and in moderately good health but they still required blood fresh from the source every now and then, still it was a useful commodity and being one of the things Lusive sold in bulk on the black market it kept the cities vampire population from accidently wiping out their main prey.
As he tossed the emptied packet in the bin his phone rang. He swiftly went back to the main living space and picked up.
“Lusive Speaking,” he answered his back to Ocatvius.
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Post by Grimm on Nov 2, 2011 16:32:55 GMT
Ocatvius listening to the undead making noises that were usually left for the living. Things had certainly changed from just a few decades ago, darkness massed in this city and he wanted to see it's heart.
The phone rang and Ocatvius head snapped up once Lusive answered, eyes studying the vampires turned back. Quietly he got up from his seat to inspect the smell of human blood coming from the emptied packet in the trash. He fished it out licking up any stray droplets that might of been left behind, curiosity as if it was something he wished to purse in the future.
He made a face as if it wasn't to his liking and the angel threw it back in the bin and like some stray he rummaged around in the fridge for another piece of bread. Exposing his scared back to his current host, the top of an 'S' peeking out from the top of his waist line, in the dimple just above his right hip.
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Post by Behax on Nov 2, 2011 17:04:49 GMT
“Oh it’s you,” he said his back still turned to the angel and his voice filled with disdain. He didn’t even notice the angel get up or dig around in his trash for that matter. By the time Lusive did turn around Ocatvius was raiding his fridge. Lusive was a little surprised the angel had made it across the apartment so stealthily; in fact he found it a little creepy.
“What? Oh yeah I’m listening,” evidently his attention had been momentarily derailed. “A sword? Could you be more speci--....The Scasis? Yeah sounds familiar,” as he spoke the vampire wandered over to the couch and dropped himself into a seat putting his own feet up on the table, and started to dry his hair with the towel in his free hand. “It’s yours? What you lost it....well I’ll keep a look out for it, swords aren’t my specialty though you know.” As he talked the vampire spied the top of what he guessed was a letter, maybe an S, shaped scar sticking out the top of the angel’s pants, his brow furrowed as he wondered exactly what had the other man been through.
“Well I’ll do my best but no promises.” The vampire then hang up, dropping the phone onto the seat and leaning his head back spreading his arms across the back of his couch his towel back around his neck.
“Man I hate that guy,” the vampire said to no one, it was obvious he was just venting some frustration.
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Post by Grimm on Nov 2, 2011 19:00:08 GMT
"Then kill him." Ocatvius replied bluntly as if he was giving the vampire advice. Taking a bite of his bread the angel sat down on the edge of the coffee table. "I know swords, I can help you…" The angel taunted taking a bite of another piece of bread.
"I promise not to bite anyone." He smiled almost as if he was toying with the fears that might of struck Lusive. He finished his bread, his mind in a distant memory for a moment, before coming back to the real world. "It's obvious you collect and sell things….how much would a vial of angel blood fetch in your market? I'm sure their's money to be made…we are a rare breed now a days." He wanted to stay with his vampire until he found what ever it was he was looking for.
"Plus I can help you…body guard, food, sex…what ever it is you want…" The fallen angel was offering his services to the vampire, finding the personalty quite intoxicating.
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Post by Behax on Nov 2, 2011 19:34:05 GMT
"Then kill him."
Lusive lifted his head to look at the angel as if the mere idea was absurd.
“I don’t know about you but it’s generally bad for business to kill your clients just because you don’t like them,” he said watching the angel chow down on his bread.
"I know swords, I can help you…"
The vampire gave the angel a suspicious look like he didn’t quite trust him.
“Well from what I hear this sword should be quite easy to recognise, but possibly hard to locate. Honestly what kind of Angel loses his sword in a fight,” the last part he said was more of a mumble as it wasn’t actually directed at Ocatvius it was just a thought that crossed his mind.
“Have you ever heard of The Scasis?” Lusive asked just on the off chance that Ocativus had heard of it. Well it was the sword of a fallen angel who’d become quite well known in the underworld both the metaphorical underworld of human society and the real underworld of hell.
"It's obvious you collect and sell things….how much would a vial of angel blood fetch in your market? I'm sure there's money to be made…we are a rare breed now a days.”
“Probably a small fortune,” the vampire said without giving it much thought, but then most of the things he dealt with had the value of a small or obscene fortune except for human blood which he only sold at a profit because it was easy to obtain and wasn’t exactly rare by any stretch of the imagination.
"Plus I can help you…body guard, food, sex…what ever it is you want…"
"Oh? Does it seem like I need a body guard to you?" He said coyly
While Lusive had to admit that didn’t sound like much of a bad deal he was suspicious of Ocatvius’s motive and any hidden strings that might be attached, and there was still that nagging voice telling him this was a dangerous person he was becoming entangled with.
“Hmmm and what’s in it for you?” The vampire asked slyly as he sat up.
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Post by Grimm on Nov 2, 2011 20:48:16 GMT
"The Scasis….I've heard stories…but that's about all. If it's as evil as they say it is…then if it passes close by, I should be able to feel it." He explained , then he had the pleasure of watching the vampire weight the pros and cons.
"Hmmm and what's in it for you?"
"Sex" Ocatvius blurted out as if that was the only thing he wanted in return. "Roof…bread.." He gestured as an after thought to his original sex proposal. The angel had obvious reached a balance between the scales of a functional being. He was corrupted to the very fiber of his being, at least that's what he wanted to believe. He would do what was necessary to survive in the darkness of the mortal world. Even if it was to whore himself out.
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Post by Behax on Nov 2, 2011 21:03:49 GMT
"The Scasis….I've heard stories…but that's about all. If it's as evil as they say it is…then if it passes close by, I should be able to feel it."
Lusive doubted that he himself would be able to pass by the sword without noticing it either if the stories were true. Though he imagined it would feel much like it’s owner, though he wouldn’t say Beltis was truly evil but he was indeed far more fallen than most angel’s who permitted themselves to fall though in his case it was more of a dive than a fall, well if the rumours were true anyway.
"Sex"
Lusive blinked a few times before bursting out laughing. This angel was seeming more and more strange and sounding more and more like some crazed sex addict. “Just bread?” Lusive asked calming down enough to get the words out but otherwise still laughing; it was a good thing this man didn’t need to breathe.
Finding a pack of cigarettes and a lighter Lusive lit up and began to smoke leisurely. “So tell me do you know anything of the swords supposed owner?” Lusive asked curious about how much this particular angel knew about other fallen angels, and Lusive was sure by now that Ocatvius was a fallen angel though he didn’t share any of the typical signs, but then the only one Lusive was in regular contact with was Beltis and that man was only a few steps away from becoming a demon at this point.
((If you need to know anything about Beltis just ask = ) ))
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Post by Grimm on Nov 2, 2011 22:25:14 GMT
The angel looked at Lusive as he laugh, nodding in agreement. "Just bread…" he nodded knowing he only required the bare minimal for survival. It was also the last thing that had kept him from the edge of falling into the black abyss, keeping to the hunters food traditions of partaking of bread and water, although he occasionally tasted blood, fearing the day he would find the taste sweeter.
"So tell me do you know anything of the swords supposed owner?"
Ocatvius gestured to his face. "Clan markings I think….It's been awhile since I heard the stories. His rebellion was long over before I came into existence. I was born in the fall." It was apparent he was talking of a different calendar then the mortal world…he now found it ironic the season as to his birth and the fall he was currently engaged in.
"I wonder what he taste like…" Ocatvius was off on a tangent, he still harbored distaste for fallen angels although he now considered himself one of them. He had yet to run into another fallen angel, he had to wonder how his breathen interacted with each other...
(I used some stuff from his profile, if I need to edit something let me know)
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Post by Behax on Nov 4, 2011 21:36:20 GMT
‘Just bread’ Lusive thought in the privacy of his own head, ‘how boring’. Lusive may not have needed anything more than blood to survive, but eating to live was so boring, the only reason he had human food in his apartment was selfish indulgence.
"Clan markings I think….It's been awhile since I heard the stories. His rebellion was long over before I came into existence. I was born in the fall."
Lusive took a long drag before exhaling smoke everywhere.
“Yes he does have clan markings on his face, chest and back, he has black shredded wings too, says it’s the only thing he wish he could change, misses the ability to fly or some such,” the vampire explained tapping the ash from his cigarette into an ash tray before it had a chance to fall on him. The way he spoke made it sound as if he had had more than just business dealings with the fallen angel in question.
"I wonder what he tastes like…"
“That some sort of fetish of yours or somethin’?” Lusive asked finding this angel more and more strange the more they talked. “You’re pretty strange you know,” he added as more of an afterthought as he put his cigarette out. He then stood up and stretched.
“Well I should probably get to work, you gonna tag along or stay here?” He asked as he started walking back towards his bedroom to retrieve his boots and guns.
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Post by Grimm on Nov 5, 2011 0:48:05 GMT
"That some sort of fetish of yours or something'?"
"Hobby." Ocatvius replied, biting had been wired into his personality, his master use to bite him, those glorious pleasurable bites. Ocatvius stood up, bare feet, bare chested. "I'll tag along…" He said and then buttoned his pants the rest of the way up with a smug look on his face, wondering if his companion would want him to cover up again when they went outside.
He was glad he had kept his wings, his punishment had not been as sever as the fallen angel that lost his sword. Ocatvius was given an option of being redeemed, thus he had kept his wings….although why his wings remained white even though he had fallen...
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Post by Behax on Nov 5, 2011 1:13:01 GMT
“A hobby huh.....” The vampire did not sound so convinced as he disappeared into his bedroom.
"I'll tag along…"
“I had a feeling you might,” Lusive said as he pulled his boots on, shortly followed by him strapping his gun holsters to the back of his belt, he put them there because his jacket easily concealed them and most people expected hidden guns to be holstered at the front. Before he left the room he gave a quick thought to his tag along and rummaged around for a shirt he didn’t much care to let go of. Finding a black and white striped shirt long abandoned in the bottom of his draw he thought that would do before leaving his room.
He tossed the shirt at Ocatvius as he pulled the door closed.
“Put that on, you go around half naked and you’re going to attract more attention than a priest in a whore house,” the vampire said as he grabbed his jacket and made sure he had everything he needed, house keys, some smokes, extra ammo clips just in case. Satisfied he headed for the door.
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Post by Grimm on Nov 5, 2011 1:45:33 GMT
"Are we going to a whore house?" The angel questioned in off humor and looked at the shirt with distaste, as he frowned, holding it up as if he didn't know what to do with it. After several attempts he put it on, finding the arm holes correctly, followed by popping his head from the collar. The Fallen Angel ruffled his hair, as if the wild and messy strands of white hair had been the look he was going for all along.
He was very annoyed with the way the material brushed his skin, picking at the sleeves. He would followed Lusive, barefoot and quite.
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