Erik had left Lucifer's apartment in a sort of hurry it seems. Actually he was in a hurry. He was anxious to get back to the bookstore to continue his search for whatever it was he felt he needed to be looking for. His mind or whatever was telling him that he'd wasted enough time. That he needed to get back to his search. So he had left.

Finally arriving back to the bookstore Erik once again looked around the room for a moment. Looking around for a moment he decided to start in a different section of the store. The very back corner where it seemed a bit darker than the rest of the place. He strode away from the front door and headed right for that corner.

He set his bag down on the floor close against the wall and began looking through the books. It seemed he was now searching through the books on majick. Majick? How interesting. He started going through the books slower than he had earlier today. Actually putting his hand on each one to pull it out a little bit. Why? He's not sure. Something is drawing him to do so. He's just going with the flow.

His hand ran across a big black book. The cover had no writing on it. The edge had some wierd writing on it that he could read. He pulled it off the shelf and opened it up to see if he could find the title written on it somewhere. Nope. No title that he could read. How interesting. He takes the book with him over to where he had put his bag down.

He sits down on the floor next to his bag. Erik hates sitting in chairs if he can help it. He'd rather be sitting on the floor where ever he is. He opens the cover of the book again and starts reading some of the pages. The book was like drawin him in or something. Like...he couldn't even make himself put it down. He continued reading for a while. It was all about majick and spells and summonings. Summonings? Oh...how interesting. A Chaos Demon? Now that sounded interesting. He quickly jotted down the things needed for one of the summoning spells on a piece of paper and put the paper in his pocket.

He got up off the floor and headed over to the counter. The guy at the counter rang it up. Erik gave the guy the money, put the book in his bag and got the hell outta dodge. He headed to a shop where he could buy the things he needed. That was easy. Now to find somewhere to go that he could be alone and undisturbed to give this a try.

He found himself deep in some woods. He looked around and went deeper in. He didn't want to be disturbed at all. By anyone. He walked for about 20 minutes and stopped. This should be far enough he thought to himself. There was a little clearing between some trees. As he passed between the trees into this little clearing he saw what appeared to be old blood stains. Isn't that just dandy? he thought to himself with sarcasm.

He sat down on the ground and placed his bag on one side of him and the bag with the stuff he needed. He takes the book out of his bag and once again finds the pages he's looking for. Carefully he lays out all the stuff exactly as it says in the book and etches the required symbols in the ground infront of him. He continues doing everything exactly as it says. He's to the point where he has to read the words just as they are written. He takes a deep breath to try to make himself relax.

Hy gododin catann hue huda lledrith mal wyddan
Gaunce ae bellawn wen cabri chaos don vykyra verkur
Dravia, dravia Vykyra Verkur.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Then the air begins to tighten, one of those feelings that caused a tension headache, like being pressed into a crowded room of people.

Nothing. He makes you wait.

Then a slight bit of wind seems to kick up inside the circle, kicking up wind and some leaves and carrying them in around the circle, already, the invisible wall that will separate Verkur from Erik is in place, the leaves and dirt and wind were contained in one cylinder that rose eight feet in the air. It seemed to have a top on it as well, because the wind and dirt and debris weren’t escaping the top either.

Still nothing. He still makes you wait.

Then the wind stops. Everything falls and he’s there. Just like that.

He’s there now.

But Vyncyra does not appear in a cool fashion, frustrated by being summoned the way that Azrael does. And he does not come lounging calmly, bemused and maybe a little angry about being called the way that Viol does. The demon appears and rushes at Erik, coming against the invisible wall suddenly.

Claws begin to scrap and claw at what looks like thin air. That’s not a very pleasant sight to see, this demon rushing you.

The Demon of Chaos was all claws and sharp teeth. The demon’s form resembles a human in most aspects. Imagine a tall, extremely tall man of six feet eight inches, thin to reveal bones but somehow can still poses a layer of thin muscle. His skin is pale, no, not just pale, it’s gray-ish white. His fingernails aren’t there, replaced by long granite bone in the shape of claws, that he was currently using against the summoning spell. His hair is blue black and long, past the middle of his back, layered all the way down, the shortest hanging as long as his lips, which are a blue-ish gray color. His eyes are a solid white, no color in them, no line showing where the iris is, no black dot for a pupil. Just white. And they seemed to glow slightly, barely, but enough to recognize. From his back, great wings protruded. They were leathery, torn around the edges, worn from thousands of years of use. The shape was held by several thick bones, the top of the wing reaching a few inches over his head, the bottom to the back of his knees. His teeth are all pointed to dagger sharp tips, two longer fangs on the top row.

The demon growled, rather loudly, a sound that would make a pack of hungry wolves turn and retreat with their tails between their legs. Death in those white eyes, hate on his face, he continued to claw and push and beat at the unyielding invisible barrier.
Suddenly, he stopped. All too suddenly.

He stands straight, looking extremely regal, his features hansom and even aristocratic. His clawed hands are folded in front of him, his white gaze blank and angry. No. Not angry, furious. But his face didn’t show it now. He’d already taken in what Erik looked like while he was Raging, now his white gaze was steady. Not one word spoken to the mortal.

At first nothing happened and Erik was getting ready to chalk it up to him making a mistake somewhere. But he knew that he did everything just as the book had said to do.

But then there was a change in the air. As the air began to tighten Erik started to feel almost as if his head were in a vice. He was fighting the urge to reach up to rub his temples. But yet nothing was happening still. He frowned. "Dammit," he muttered.

His eyes widened slightly as the wind began blowing around in the circle. Erik found it odd that the debris that was caught in this sudden wind was caught in this cylinder and not going anywhere else. He tilted his head back to try to see how high it went. He figured maybe seven or eight feet. But that seemed to be all that was happening. He was getting frustrated.

But then...as quickly as it started...the wind stopped. He watched as the debris began to fall. A sharp gasp escaping him suddenly. He's fighting with all his might to not scream. He's freakin out. His eyes not moving from what ever this thing is that he just summoned forth. He's frozen in fear where he sits as he watches this thing rushing towards him. His pants suddenly feeling wet and warm. You got it. He pissed himself. But who wouldn't?

But it wasn't getting him. It was like...a hidden wall holding it back. That wasn't very reasuring to Erik though. He made no attempt to move. He couldn't. Fear froze him.

Teeth and claws was all he could see right now. Sharp looking teeth and claws. His eyes wide in terror. His mouth gapping open as if in a silent scream. Pure terror.

Erik forced himself to look at this...thing...trying to get at him. It almost looked human but not. It appeared to stand taller than Erik's 6'2" self if he were standing up. But by how much he wasn't sure. He wasn't about to stand up to find out.

The skin looked to be grayish white in color. He shuddered as he looked at the things claws again. Long blueish-black hair. It's eyes. Oh gosh. It's eyes freaked Erik out. Solid white. No color at all. It had wings. Leathery. Torn. Erik cringed as his gaze returned upwards to look at it's face again. The teeth. It's teeth all pointed with two longer fangs on the top. Erik had brought his hands up to his own neck and covered it without realizing it.

When it growled Erik again felt his lap grow wetter and warmer. Dammit he'd pissed himself again. He still didn't move. Frozen with fear. The furiousness on it's face. Clawing and pushing and still trying to get at Erik. He didn't know how much more he could stand of this. He was thinking he was going to die right there. Of fright. What had he done?

Then it stopped. Erik didn't know if he was more afraid when it was raging and carrying on or now that it had stopped for it felt all too sudden. Sweat was rolling down his face.

'Dammit Erik. What the hell have you done?' He questioned himself out loud in his mind. He opened his mouth to say something but snapped it shut just as quickly. Should he speak or stay silent? Oh the inner torment to go along with his outter fright. Too much to bear. He sat there. Staring. Silent. Unable to find his tongue.

The smell of piss wafted to his sensitive nostrils, the powerful scent of warm urine. The last time he’d been summoned had been over five hundred years prior to this and even then, the scent had been present. It was nice to know his rage was still feared. Standing for only a moment in this regal manner, the demon took to pacing along the edge of the wall, much like a caged lion, his white eyes never leaving his entrapper.

The powerful but boney body swayed when he walked, one leather wing brushed against the invisible force that was the summoning wall, it seemed to flatten against the wall, like looking at someone’s hand pressed against glass. The white eyes remained on him, his swaying walk looking, if at all possible, even more aristocratic and dangerous. Though he could cause hardly any harm with the restriction code he had, he still managed to kill and destroy lives, to ruin relationships, to scare people into pissing their pants.

His lip twitches, the smell of urine mixing with the smell of dead flesh that came from his own wings. His lip twitches again in one corner. What’s this? A proud smirk. An evil smirk. The demon continues to pace, allowing enough time for Erik to gather himself and speak. But the mortal did not speak. This outraged Verkur even further. He’d been summoned, his least favorite thing in this world and his own, and now his summoner wasn’t even speaking. The pitiful creature wasn’t going to ask him a question, attempt to command him, like so many did. That had never ended well. While Verkur could be sent away after a summon, that doesn’t mean he can’t come and find you on his own free will, and yes, the demon did have free will.

When the mortal still didn’t speak, Verkur paced a moment more, and then suddenly attacked the barrier once more, pushing, clawing, growling, his leather wings flapping powerfully, stiring up dust and leaves within the circle, his lips bared back showing his sharp teeth. He slamed against the barrier on forceful time, more power behind the blow then should be realistically able from such a thin arm, such a thin body, leaving on to believe in the power that this demon actually possessed.

Then again, he abruptly stopped and stared at the man on the ground. Instead of pacing again, the demon squat down, hands hanging loosely between his knees, claw tips just barely touching the ground. His white eyes fixed on the mortals, almost eye level, though still taller, another smirk appeared.

“Boo.” His voice is deep, scratchy, raspy, and all together sounds like a whisper, though he isn’t whispering. Something very odd about that whisper, like his voice, his tongue, his throat wasn’t actually created for English but some other language.

This thing pacing reminded Erik of a caged animal. It was caged in a sense I suppose. Trapped inside this barrier. It still didn't make Erik feel any better. He was trying to pull himself together and doing a pretty poor job of doing so. He doesn't remember ever having been this scared in his life. Of course he doesn't remember anything about his life still.

Erik's eyes hadn't left the thing's face. His eyes wide and mouth still open in fear. He watched as it's lip twitched in a corner. The smirk didn't go unnoticed to Erik. It wasn't helping with his fear in the least.

Erik flinched as it suddenly tried getting at him again. The growls frightening him more. The clawing at the invisible wall. He was silently thankful for that invisible barrier between them. Somehow he knew that if it wasn't there he'd be dead by now.

His eyes followed the thing down as it squatted in front of him. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the white eyes of the thing. He shivered. He didn't even bother to try to hide it. He was scared. It was obvious. Then came the deep scratchy voice. Almost like a whisper...but not. Boo. That was enough to bring out the scream that had been rising in his throat. And scream he did. A long and loud scream.

It took him a while before the scream finally died down and he closed his mouth again. He was struggling to regain his composure. It wasn't working very well at all. He was freaked out and it showed. Freaked out isn't really the right word. He was terrified was more like it.

Speak Erik. "W...what...what are you?" he finally managed to ask. His voice was filled with terror and came out not more than a mere whisper.

The scream errupted from Erik's voice, a terrified scream of fright. A moment later, another scream joined that one. This scream was mocking, it sounded more like a teenager haveing the time of his life after winning the football game or soemthing. Verkur's scream ended far before Erik's and he'd thrown his head back, a laughter errupting from his throat, deep and mangled. This was a laughter that one would only hear in a mental hospital for the criminally insane, a deranged laugh, careless of everything, capable of ending a life, spilling blood, and able to laugh over it.

His laughter continued after his summoner's scream ended. The wretched laugh should have echoed through the woods, off of the trees. But it didn't. It eerily stayed right there between the two of them. Then, even the laughter died. A heavy silence hung in the air, the white eyes of the demon boreing into the very soul of his trapper. Verkur watched the human regain composure in silance, the eyes staying on him on purpose. He was trying to un nerve the man even further by simply watching him.

Finally, the human spoke. Vyncyra Verkur turned his back on the human, and attempted to crawl up the side of the barrier. In fact, he succeeded, then crawled back down on the side faceing Erik. What are you? What are you? The demon repeated it slowly in his mind.

"Havn't you the sense to read about what I am before you summon me?" He answers the question with a question, a question that didn't answer Erik's question in the slightest.

Erik cringed as this...thing...laughed it's horrible laugh. Right about now he just wanted to crawl under a little rock and die or something.

Then silence. The silence was more eery than the thing laughing and mocking him. Unconsciously he scooted back a little bit. Almost like he was trying to remove its eyes from him. Not working.

Erik watched in scared silence as it climbed up one side of the barrier and down the other. Erik was thanking everything he could think of in his mind for it not being able to get out. For he feared he would indeed be quite dead at the moment.

Erik didn't know how to answer the question because he really didn't want to admit that he had not read about what he was summoning. Hell he didn't think it would have worked. He didn't think this stuff was real. He knew nothing about majick at all. "No."

Verkur dropped back down to a squat at the edge of the circle. Claws scrapping the ground, his hands hanging between his knees again. He looked incredibly bemused by this now. His eyes sparkled, glowing with a sick, twisted amusment. He cocked his head to the side. His eyes had never left Erik's as the human had scoot back in a weak attempt to break the demon's gaze.

"You're serious?" The words formed a question, but his voice was not questioning. That husk sound to his voice was definatly not designed foe english. He sniffed.

"Looks like you pissed yourself," he commented. A soft, morbid chuckle escaped his lips, the two longer fangs hung over his lip when his mouth was closed.

His white eyes left the human for the first time and wandered over to the old book on the ground. "You must have a death wish, human."

To summon the demon of chaos without prereading anything. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, not the brightest crayon in the box, which ever floats your boat. Vyncyra Verkur has still ceased to answer Erik's question as to what he is.

Something snapped Erik back to himself at the comment 'like a little bitch'. He was still quite freaked out about what was going on for he had no clue but that got to him. He glared at the thing that was trapped in the barrier.

He couldn't ignore the 'death wish' comment though. He shrugged his trench off his shoulders and it fell to the ground behind him. He stretched his arms out across his lap with his elbows turned in so that his scars pointed outwards.

"Actually, it does indeed appear that I have some sort of death wish. Of course it would be nice if I could remember why I seem to hell bent on it." He shrugged his shoulders.

"I just picked this book up at some bookstore. I thought it was just a bunch of prankish stuff. How the hell was I supposed to know this was real and that what I did would really work." And he didn't cause he didn't know about majickal things really. He only knew that he could mind speak and could feel the feelings of others.

Ah good, the comment woke him up. The demon watched as the human shrugged out of the trench coat, and he looked it over. He did not have his coat that usually hid his wings in public, not that his height, claws, eyes, and skin didn’t ever attract attention anyways. But he’d been in his own home, preparing to do his own summoning. To be summoned and stuffed into a tube of invisible wall against his will made Vyncyra enraged him. But he’d been in his home! He growled at the thought.

“Now that you’ve collected yourself and are no longer a whimpering pile of piss ans screams,” the demon said in that hissing scratching voice. Again, a low, morbid chuckle belonging to someone who is locked away for life but still finds it humorous somehow. “It’s a fucking pain the ass to understand someone whose babbling away senselessly.”

The large wings on his back slowly fold in close to his back subconsciously. “What do you want with me human?” His tone is as flat as a pace machine when the heart stops beating in a hospital. That’s not a good a good sound on in the hospital and it’s not a relaxing sound here either. He’s not happy and he doesn’t hide it. He wants out.

What did he want with this beast thing? He really had no clue. Oh an idea.

"Well...since I've already admitted that I don't even know what you are and that I didn't know what I was doing, how about you tell me about this majick stuff?"

Erik really is a dork.

(meh...crappy post. *shakes head at self* :aww: )

Verkur was not amused. And he didn't look it eaither.

The white eyes were focused on Erik in a dead empty stare. His black eyebrows are set in such a way that he appears to be frowing, without actually frowing. He stood up, matching and exceeding the human's height by far. Unnaturally so, even. His wings seemed to unfold again, moving like a bird. When he squat down or say, his wings would move closed or closer to his body. When standing, they would open again, ready to be used at any moment.

"Tell you about magic?" His tone was even less amused then when he'd been toying with the human. "Tell you...Go summon Apoth for that!" He didn't care if the human who'd summoned him knew that Apoth was the God of knowlege. Probably not if he obviously didn't know much about magic. He would ask what he should call Erik, but to him, the name doesn't matter. He decides to give his summoner a name, even though he's already got one.

"Let me out of here, Andlagur." He says flatly.

(Andlagur means phycic in Icelandic, it's pronounced [and - lay - g - are])

Erik frowned at the answer he received. That was so not what he expected to hear. He looked away from the enclosed creature and reached for his bag.

"No. You will stay there until I figure out who and what you are since I already admitted that I didn't read it first. And my name is Erik."

He opened the book to begin looking for the pages he'd gotten the info from to summon this...thing. He found the pages he was looking for and began to read. His eyes grew wide as he read about Vyncyra Verkur.

"So you're called Vyncyra Verkur." He said out loud without looking up. He didn't wait for an answer and continued reading.

"So...demons are real. This says that you're a demon of chaos. Oh great. What the hell am I going to do with a chaos demon." More talking out loud to himself.

"This says what you can't do but nothing about what you can do. So tell me Vyncyra Verkur, what can you do?"

"No. You will stay there until I figure out who and what you are since I already admitted that I didn't read it first. And my name is Erik."

His eyes watched him like a tiger ina cage with a deer standing on the otherside laughing. He was going to keep him here! In this invisable box! He was getting his own threat that he'd used on Viol when he was angry and it was being pushed in his face. What had Viol done? Impassable. He had acted as if it hadn't mattered.

Verkur lifted his chin, keeping his eyes on Erik. But he didn't acknowlege that he'd given him a name.

"So...demons are real. This says that you're a demon of chaos. Oh great. What the hell am I going to do with a chaos demon."

"The demon of chaos." As far as he knew, he was the only one and he wasn't going to spoil his pride by believeing there were more.

Oh great. What the hell am I going to do with a chaos demon.

An evil grin.

"I could think of plenty of things," he raised his chin as if looking at the book and being able to read it. "I can do those things, I simply run the risk of angering the gods and having them bitch at me for eternity if I do them. And it says what I can do without getting my ass chewed as well." Another morbid, sharp toothed grin. "Anything the fuck I want."

The demon of chaos.

"Oh. Excuse me. The demon of chaos." Slight sarcasm. He hated being corrected about anything he said. And even though he should have just ignored it and let it slide he couldn't. Good one Erik. Remember that death wish.

Anything the fuck I want.

Goose bumps raised on Erik's arms at that moment. He wasn't sure why but that sentence was just...creepy to him.

He continued reading in the book. Soon he was through all the info about Verkur but he kept on reading. What was he thinking? Actually, he wasn't. He was being sucked in by this big black book again. It seemed that he forgot about Verkur as he continued reading about other things in this book.

((Grr. I replied and It didn't post))

That sarcasm did not earn Erik the death wish that he thought it did. In fact, it earned him the demon's attintion. Strictly speaking, Verkur wasn't really suposed to kill...sometimes he did anyways. But now that Erik had his attintion, he wouldn't be able to escape it. He'd end up like poor Acid. Everytime he would turn around, the demon would be there, breathing down his neck.

Verkur watched as goose bumps crept across Erik's flesh, Andlagur's flesh. He continued to read and Verkur remained silent for a moment. But the demon could only keep his composure for so long. His god certinally had a better temper, well, maybe not, but he could handle more idiocy then Verkur could. He had when verkur was being an idiot.

"Let me out."

He paused after each word, stressing each one.

Let me out.

Erik looked up from the book in his lap. He studied Verkur for a moment. He looked the demon from head to toe and back again. Erik frowned again.

"Why should I let you out?" Well isn't he feeling the brave one with the demon stuck in the invisible barrier.

The demon's eyes drained of any emotion that was possible to be seen in them in the first place. After a moment, a low rumble began in his throat, then turned to a growl.

It was long before he was raging again, attacking the walls of the spell, clawing at the wall, the ground, the thin air, and his own body. He didn't bleed but the gouges were deep. He couldn't bleed.

He didn't stop, he continued to claw and growl and rage waiting for Erik...or Andlagur to say something, piss his pants again, call out, let him go. Something. Anything. He wanted out.

Erik just sat there. He didn't piss himself again. He didn't scream. He didn't do anything but sit there and watch the scene going on inside the barrier.

"Well now. See that is why I'm not letting you out. You see...although, from what I've been told cause of my lack of memory, I might have a death wish, I don't remember it. And I'm not yet at this moment ready to be killed. So as long as you act like that I'm not letting you out."

For once his tone was emotionless. His face a blank stare.

"Now, once more, tell me why I should let you out?"

He raged a moment longer. He'd continued his outraged fit through Andlagur...er Erik's speach. Then he continued to claw and growl for a moment longer. Finally he stopped, lowering himself into a squat again.

"Nice speech. I didn't want to interupt you but you should write that shit down."

He wasn't smileing.

"Now, once more, tell me why I should let you out?"

Was he demanding something of Vyncyra? Verkur was reminded of his conversation with Azrael. He growled slightly.

"If you do not let me go, I will kill you later. Slowly and painfully. If you do, I'll not kill you. And trust me. Eventually, I can get out."

Hmm, choices, Choices. He clicked his claws togather as he spoke.

Erik watched Verkur as he continued with his hissy fit. He said nothing as Verkur finally stopped and once more squatted down.

"See. That's much better."

If you do not let me go, I will kill you later.

Well now. That wasn't exactly the answer Erik was looking for but it appeared to be a pretty damn good reason to him. Considering that he wasn't ready to die just yet.

"Fine. How do I let you out?" Easy question. Would the answer be just as easy?

"Kill yourself."

Silance. And then a flat, empty laugh. He would love to see that, but if he convinced the man too do so, he'd be stuck in this summoning circle until someone else came across him.

"Just," he waved a clawed hand carelessly. "Knock over a candle or mess up the circle somehow."

He pushed some stray black hair from his grayish face as when he'd raged, his hair had become a flying mess. With just a few comb throughs with his claws, his hair was fixed once more.

"Or tell me I'm free."

Kill yourself.

Erik held out his arms again with the many scars facing up. "Already tried that and it appears that I'm still here. Guess that's not an option now is it?" A question not meant to be answered.

Knock over a candle or mess up the circle somehow.

Erik looked down at the candles and stuff that was all set up. A frown on his brow. He wasn't so certain that he really wanted to let him out especially with how easily it appeared to go into a hissy fit.

Or tell me I'm free.

It all sounded easy enough but Erik was freaked out. He wasn't showing it though. He was trying to stay calm and collected even though he just wanted to jump up and run away.

"Fine. You're free."

Erik squeezed his eyes shut tight and waited for whatever was going to happen to happen.

All at once, Verkur's anger and rage disapppeared from his face, all traces of unexpected nastiness was gone. He didn't move from the spot he was in but he did slowly stand up. His wings came away from his back like they had ever other time he'd stood.

"Better."

Not a thankyou. The mortal didn't deserve a thankyou. His white eyes on the scared arms.

"They don't want you dead yet. That's all."

A soft chuckle as he looked down at his own arms and chest. The gouges he'd put in himself were still there, yet, still there was no blood. His chest was a mat of scars.

"Tell me about this magic stuff."

He was repeating Erik's words. He rolled his shoulders. He still hadn't moved away from the spot he stood in, even though Erik had said he was free.

"What is it exactly that you want to know, Andlagur?"

Even without his tantrum, he still seemed somehow unpleasant, still just as dangerous, only now there was not barrier between them.

Erik kept his eyes squeezed shut tight for a while longer. Why? He wasn't quite sure but if he was going to die he didn't want to see it happening. When nothing happened he slowly opened his eyes one at a time. Verkur was still in the same spot.

"Didn't it work?" His voice sounded almost relieved.

They don't want you dead yet.

"Who doesn't want me dead yet? Who is 'they'?"

What is it exactly that you want to know, Andlagur?

"My name is Erik." A bit of forcefullness and annoyance as he said that. "I've been told I'm a telepathic empath. I guess I want to start there."

"Didn't it work?"

No answer came.

Verkur remained standing where he was, powerful wings spread, white eyes gazing down on the mortal.

"They would be the gods. Viol, Azrael, Apoth, Amor, Dionis, if he's ever sober enough to really care."

He said it in an offhand sort of way, his tones implying that he thought Erik should already know all of this and that it was stupid for him to have to tell the mortal something he should already know.

"My name is Erik."

His eyes glared and he walked forward, crossing what was the barrier a few moments ago. His clawed hand lashed out and wrapped around Erik's throat.

"I will call you what I want to call you, Andlagur." He let go of Erik's throat and straightened again. "I know what you are. What do you want to know?" He circled Erik, looking him over entirly, carefully.

They would be the gods.

"Oh. Well I suppose since there are demons I shouldn't be surprised to be told that there are gods as well." Surprise was in his voice though. He was never one to believe in gods, demons, etc.

Erik's eyes widened as Verkur moved towards him. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck his mind screamed. Verkur's clawed hand wrapped around Erik's throat. Oh shit. I'm dead. Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

I will call you what I want to call you, Andlagur.

Erik nodded his head the best he could. Oh yeah. Verkur could call Erik whatever he wanted. He could call him 'stupid fuck' and Erik would keep his mouth shut from now on.

"I...I want to know how I got this and why?" he stuttered out after Verkur released his throat. He was now almost too scared to ask any questions at all. But not scared enough to piss himself again.

Verkur was pleased with the response he received from Erik and back away slightly, his wings had folded tightly to his back when he'd threatened Erik and now they were slowly unfolding. Each wing had a spand of maybe three and a half foot...possibly four.

The suprise in Erik's voice regaurding the gods caused Verkur to roll his white eyes as if Erik were stupid for not already knowing.

"I can't tell you why you got that way, Andlagur." He replied, he rather liked the name he'd chosen for Erik, it was more of a title, describing what Erik was. "I can tell you it didn't just show up. You've always been that way, only, you didn't know it."

He was clicking his claws to one hand togather as he spoke. He'd found his next...whatever you want to call it...Entertainment?

"Will it ever go away? Or am I stuck with it for life? How do I control the feeling other people's feelings? Or is there even a way to do that? I can't even walk through a place without being flooded by everyone's feelings. It's enough to drive a person insane."

A flood of questions rolled from him as if Verkur hadn't just had Erik's throat clutched only a few moments prior.

Will it ever go away? Or am I stuck with it for life?

"Probably not. And Yeah, you probably will have it forever. I've never seen anyones go away...unless you want to make a deal with the devil." How ironic that by devil he meant the Gods.

How do I control the feeling other people's feelings? Or is there even a way to do that?

"You can't control other people's feelings. It's impossible. I don't think the God's can even do that. It's part of free will." He frowned. That was one even he wanted to know. "I'll ask Viol." He made a note to find Sans and ask.

I can't even walk through a place without being flooded by everyone's feelings. It's enough to drive a person insane.

"Then why don't you know what I'm thinking? Is it because I'm a demon, am i not thinking anything, because maybe you don't want to know what's here?" He tapped his forehead with a claw. "Why do you think you can't hear it? Or can you?"

Simple enough question. Verkur doubted he could. And if he could hear Verkur's thoughts, he wondered when the next time would be that Erik would be able to sleepl.

He realized he must have worded his question wrong. So he asked it in a different way.

"No. I didn't mean control other people's feelings. I meant how can I prevent myself from feeling everyone's feelings. Just once I'd like to go into some place and not be flooded with a shit load of emotions from everyone around me."

Then why don't you know what I'm thinking?

"Because you're not...human...I suppose."

Verkur chose to ignor the first question, the rewording of it anyways. He wanted to stick to the topic of his thoughts.

"Because you're not...human...I suppose."

He closed his white eyes and shook his head. After a moment he opened them again and looked at the human.

"No. I don't think so." He replied. "Do you think everything in this world that you walk past is human?"

His voice had that tone again, the tone that said if you say 'yes' then you too stupid to be sitting here talking to me.

"Maybe it's because you don't actually want to know what's up here." He suggested, "might that be it?"

Do you think everything in this world that you walk past is human?

Erik's face clearly showed the surprise at that. "What? Really?" Confusion clearly in his voice. He knew nothing about anything 'majickal' and such. As far as he knew everyone was human...except Verkur obviously.

Erik didn't answer Verkur's question. His mind was too busy reeling with being informed that not everyone he passes is human. He stayed there in a stunned silence.

Verkur's look was almost smug. He had stopped in front of Erik, but at this sudden silance, he continued to circle the human. Verkur stopped behined Erik and breathed hot breath on his neck.

"Really."

He replied a minute after the question was asked. He moved forward, invading what humans seemed to consider their personal space and but his chin on the Erik's shoulder.

"You didn't answer me."

He said this almost flatly. He didn't really care if he got an answer, but he was going to push the issue anyways.

"Might you not want to know what I'm thinking?"

Erik fought the urge to turn as Verkur circled him. The last thing he wanted was to be attacked from behind again. Why? He couldn't remember why. He only knew that he didn't want that to happen. There was a deep and odd scar on the back of his neck from it happening before.

Erik just about jumped out of his skin when he suddenly felt Verkur's chin on his shoulder. He cringed and squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted so bad to side step and move away from the demon. But he stood there. Worried about what would happen to him if he did.

Might you not want to know what I'm thinking?

"P...pro...probably not," he stuttered out. The discomfort of having Verkur so close was obvious in his voice.

He chuckled.

"No. I didn't think so."

He breathed hot on Erik's ear right before lifting his chin off Erik's shoulder. Back to the previous situation.

I meant how can I prevent myself from feeling everyone's feelings

"Maybe that's how you can do it then. Have you ever thought of that?"

He ran a claw over Erik's shoulder, then finished his circle around him, standing in front of him.

"They're just like voices, only, in your head, not your ears. If you don't want to hear them, then don't listen."

Erik cringed and pulled away slightly as he felt Verkur's hot breath on his ear. "Don't," he said in a very soft whisper.

He flinched as he felt the claw going over his shoulder. "Stop it," he whispered again. A bit more fear in his voice now.

He was so distracted by what Verkur was doing he couldn't think of any reply to what Verkur said about not listening if he doesn't want to hear them.

"Stop it,"

Verkur chuckled softly. This little chuckle somehow sounded more amused then it should have. He did not stop. He drug his claw across Erik's chest slowly, as if to Emphasize his point. Then, after pressing the issue, he removed his claws from Erik.

"Did you hear me, Andlagur?"

His tone is flat, but somehow he's still amused.

Erik flinched and pulled away slightly as Verkur dragged his claw across Erik's chest. "Stop touching me," Erik hissed out in a whisper. After he said it he immediately wished he could have just bitten his tongue and shut up. He lowered his head slightly.

"Yes. I heard you." Actually he didn't cause he was too distracted with Verkur touching him. He wasn't amused in the least.

Verkur held up one boney gray hand, letting Erik see it, and then slowly, almost mockingly slow, put his hand on Erik's throat.

He pushed him backwards until he was against a tree and pushed the tips of his claws into the wood, pinning Erik there.

"One." He said flatly, stressing the word. His white eyes glinted. "I can touch you if I want to." His other hand came up and lay flat against Erik's chest, emphasizing that point.

"Two." His tone was still flat, still dangerous. "If you heared me, then you'll be able to tell me what I said, Andlagur, won't you."

It wasn't a question. It was a statment.