- The moon was bright and full, shining her soothing beams along the woodlands and flowing waters below her. She wasn't visible in the city, probably too horrified at the many killings that were being taken under her, so she must of come here to watch the work of her sister fall sleep gently. Night's cloak had wrapped her in a gentle cloak of purple, decorated with glittering stars and a chilly ice blue on the horizon. The trees in the area were rather still and only the sound of the river was heard. No night birds, no bugs, nothing but dead silence. The glistening spray of the small waterfall reflected light fro the moon all around the area and some was carried off by a soft but strong breeze that cooled the already uncomfortable temperature -

- Perched atop of a rather large rock with shimmering wings was Alice. He was looking into the night sky, legs stretched out in front of him and arms propping him up on the top of this unnaturally flat rock. Thoughts of silence, the moon, and death were trickling through his mind. He had come here for a quite rest, away from the crowd and all the slimy things cities carry, he was in the mood for beauty. Speaking of beauty, he wanted a companion at the time, so they could go at it under the moon. Yes, even when in a peaceful mood he thought about sex quite frequently. But really, it was a sight to share and this was the only place the moon seemed to be willing to look down upon -

- One might think he was a wee bit chilly but...he really was, in fact he was shivering ever so slightly, yet he was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't really care. He was dressed in his usual sloppy clothes. He didn't grab a coat so that was the main reason why he was cold. His thin grey shirt wasn't much help either, 'specially since this one went up over his bellybutton when he stretched, leaned back, or whatever. His favorite pair of jeans were on, with more skin than actual fabric...too many holes and no, he did not make them, accidents happen to angels even. And keeping his feet just warm enough were a pair of black Phats, well taken care of, but the feet in them were rather worn from all the walking he did today -

- He lifted up his right hand and bushed a few strands out of his face, resting it on his chest. He didn't mind the wind blowing his hair, he did mind his hair in his face. In the moonlight his hair took on a silvery gold color, much to his amusement and even his skin got paler. A passive smile was on his face and even then it held it's feral look. What a beautiful evening... -

And enter Verkur, stage left. Or right. Which ever side he happens to come up on the man...oh…angel on the rock. He comes undetected, except for scent, because his boots make no noise on the ground. But that doesn’t matter either. Verkur glides through the trees on leathery wings. Spotting the angel, the demon purposefully glides across the opening and hovers twenty feet above him, blocking the site of the moon. From his claws, several drops of blood fall to land on the angel’s exposed torso, his shirt, and on his forehead, right in the center.

Verkur then proceeds to somehow slid gracefully from the air, his large form landing with a gentle silence that one would not expect from such a being. Verkur recked of blood and death, but not his own non-living scent. To a sensitive nose who would know the difference, this was human blood, and it was bits of human flesh that clung still to his claws.

The demon of chaos was, like the angel, not dressed for the weather, but unlike the angel, he was not cold. The demon wore fitted leather pants and a tight short sleeved nylon shirt with slits down the back so it could simply be pulled on and off with out interfering with his wings. All of this being black, the paleness of his gray sickly skin was illuminated. His features, already regal and hansom (if you could get past the blood splatter and the sharpened teeth) looked all the more so in the moonlight. He picks at his claws with more interest then he’d shown the angel, the cocky bastard, but his white, slightly glowing eye remain on the angel with barely above mild interest.

Was this a new toy? Layed out just waiting for him to come and collect it? Play with it? See how long it takes him to break it?

How...Delightful.

(Errie dark music palys, the kind that gives away something bad is going to happen in the horror movies...)

((Creepy music...with twinkling silver bells and cellos...))

- What's this? Alice's eyebrows raised as he peered up at the rather annoying being that blocked his view of the full moon. His cobalt eyes looked over the being, finding it ever so more annoying when blood dropped onto him. The hand on his chest was lifted once again and this time, a finger wiped up the spot of blood from his bare torso, leaving a small smear. He sniffed it and licked it, the disgusting, distinctive copper taste filled his mouth and he made a face, human blood. Terrible, he'd always preferred Fae blood, it was sweeter. He wiped the droplet on his head away, along with the trail it had left on his nose. Taking off his glasses, he wiped them and placed them back on the near tip of his nose. Feh -

- Alice watched the creature, it was now obvious to him (since he had looked over him) that this being was a demon, he was unsure of what species. His knowledge of demons was little, for his 'Mother' did not like to give up information on her race. His expression was now that of light distaste, the creature had eaten a human, humans are terrible tasting, only good for bed. Alice never liked meat anyways, preferring to stay on a liquid diet. Alice's frown increased, demons could be exceedingly annoying, always thinking they were something big and powerful, some were yes, but not all. This demon seemed very much like that, with the way he moved so gracefully and calmly and when he looked at Alice. Ugh. The smell and look of the blood covered thing was terrible. Alice did not know that the male was very much attractive, for he found it hard to look at him...as much as he didn't mind blood and guts he did not like it smeared over other's faces -

- Alice's frown disappeared and was replaced with a nonchalant look, though his eyes were still bright with suspicion. He turned onto his side, propping his head up with one arm, the other laid out along his leg. His gossamer wings shifting along so that they were reflecting crystalline colors everywhere, from the waterfall to the face of the demon. A hint of smugness tugged at his wide mouth, when it came to demons, no matter how strong they were, Alice always felt superior. His voice even carried that slight trace of smugness, with a sarcastic tone in his bass voice -

"To what occasion do I owe the honor of your presence?"

Verkur licked the blood from the granite claws with slow diligence, like a cat preening it’s fur. Claws cleaned, he wipes the smears from his face, careful to get every drop. The thing about humans is that, if you cut them in just the right place, blood sprays everywhere, like a spout. And this one fought back. He liked a challenge. Several places on his neck and arms had been scratched open, but no blood dribbled out and no scabs had begun to form. He’d have to go to the healer, that Blind child to close them, otherwise, they would remain that way. His white eyes never left the angels. So smug. So proud. The Demon shook his head.

the creature had eaten a human, humans are terrible tasting, only good for bed.

Not to Verkur. Killing an animal, or even a fae wasn’t quite as fun as a human. It wasn’t that human’s taste better, or that they are more or less of a fight then a fae. No, he didn’t discriminate that far. What set Verkur on humans, mortals, was that his code, the one that not many people know of, specifies against the killing of a human. Anything to piss of the gods. Anything to draw Sanigus’ attintion Unlike the other Gods, Sanigus praised Verkur for finding ways around his code, ways to disobey his rules.

demons...always thinking they were something big and powerful, some were yes, but not all...with the way he moved so gracefully and calmly and when he looked at Alice.

This was one of those Demons. Verkur had crawled straight from the Realm of Chaos when he’d been summoned some odd thousand years ago, from hell Itself. He happened to be, as the angel could not identify, a Shiva Babeal Demon. It’s no wonder the Angel couldn’t say. This species resides in hell alone, unless loosened from the cage. He was a something big and powerful. And he was cocky. But being cocky had nothing to do with being that something big and powerful. It had to do with belonging to Sanigus. He took a deal of pride in the matter. What did the angel have going for him? Shinny wings? Disgusting. But very...interesting.

Ah. It speaks.

The demon stepped to the water and rinsed the blood remaining on his hands, the scent leaving him, the smell of death remaining. He took his time before bothering to answer the angels question, showing the angel a slight example of who he saw fit to be in charge in this situation.

What honor does he have? “You’re lying on my stone.” Not really. It wasn’t his before, but now he wanted it.

His own voice was quite the opposite of that deep bass full of sarcastic tones and smugness. His own voice sounded ice, flowing and as deep a bass as the other, except, lower, like a loud whisper, scratched, as if he didn’t often care to use it, or take care of unused vocal chords. And something else. Every sylibol was pronounced with careful diliberatness, like one who’d learned a new language and wasn’t as worried about offending someone as they were saying exactly what they meant to say with no room to misinterpet. Indeed, the demon came from a very different world and thus, he spoke a very different language that used very different sylibols and volumes.

"You’re lying on my stone.”

- How was it that one simple line could cause such an infuriating feeling to rise within his chest? That had happened many times with other cocky beings, but never though, had a voice, a simple voice cause his neck hairs to rise on end. Icey, chilling, like frozen glass being shattered. And the way he spoke. It was obvious that the Demon thought himself higher than Alice, and that was not well taken at all. A sneer twisted the angel's handsomely pretty face, feh, damned beast. Yes beast, savage, demons are nothing but wild animals. This one was a cockier wild beast with a nicely sized ego problem. Alice took his own time to deliberate what to say, as he lifted himself up, and crawled on hands and knees to the edge. He looked over the now clean demon, as if studying something that had been thrown out -

"So?"

- It was the basic, 'what are you going to do about it?' Mind you the authoress knows exactly what would or could happen and laughs at the thought, but Alice didn't know that this Demon was very much powerful and could probably rip him in two or something like that. Anyways, back to the previous line of Alice studying Mr. Demon. Though he'd never admit it, Alice found the demon very much attractive, so to cover that up he kept a sneer on his face and a distasteful shine in his eyes. He didn't want to stay on hands and knees in front of this demon, so he just sat up, sitting in a comfortable position. Hands propping him up and legs somewhat stretched out in front of him. The white eyes of the other were disturbing, he didn't see eyes like that too frequently -

"Really, why should I care that it is your rock? I should say that it is now in fact, my rock. Now please, I would prefer it if you didn't be so bothersome. Fly off or something."

'Damned beast.'

- He simply thought that, in truth, he didn't really want the demon to leave, he said that to see what his reaction would be. Maybe it would be very dramatic, maybe he'd try to hit him, whatever it was Alice was ready (authoress: phht! Hah!), he too was very cocky and extremely prideful, he thought he could take this demon head on. Feeling slighty better, he snubbed the demon, flopping back around so that he was lying on his stomach and the demon was looking at his back while he looked up to the moon -

'Feh.'

He wasn’t the only one to be angered/creeped out/disturbed/or otherwise affected by that voice. Often, speaking to someone while they slept and were unaware of his presence could drive ones mind to horrific nightmares. If only you could hear his language. It consisted of words that were so complex and evil that just a single word (‘so’ for example) could make someone who did not understand it go mad with angry or fear. The devil’s language, so the summoning book called it. It was no devils language. It was a demons language.

Damned beast was a good description. And the ‘something a cat dragged in’ look that the angel was giving him did little to bother him. If anything, it was a provocation more then the word. He ignored the ‘so’, focused on the glare. And turned the corners of his lips up into a devilish and aristocratic smile of pleasure.

And maybe the authoress is simply trying to get the angel into trouble because of some twisted plot that the author is quite interested in, so instead of making his character ‘rip Alice in two’, he makes him interested and he makes his lip curl back with that smile, flashing those individual knife point teeth. And it’s not good for the other party when Verkur is overly interested in something.

The demon rather liked that the Angel was now looking him over, and he met his gaze levelly with white eyes that clearly said ‘on your hands and knees is where you belong before me.’ Meaning, wtf cares if he’s on his knees before anyone else, as long as he is before him.

Snub him will he? Obviously this one, like so many others, didn’t know what Verkur was capable of, the demon took some smug approval of this. And, like so many others, he’d made a mistake. Verkur didn’t get angry. Really, it wasn’t possible to anger him. The only way to get to him was by being summoned, and that didn’t happen often because once released, he’s sent back to where he was before, but that doesn’t mean he won’t come looking for you.

Instead of raging or even letting his temper rise, the demon spreads those huge wings and lifts his body easily up to the rock. Standing behind the lying form of the Angel, Verkur looks at his claws, then leans down and plucks a feather roughly from those color-throwing wings. He straightens and looks it over.

“Maybe you should think about why you should care that you are lying on my rock and reconsider what tones you take with me, pigeon.”

- Ouch. Even the authoress winces when the idea of having feathers ripped out hurts. As she shoves a strawberry flavored jelly bean in her mouth, Alice bites his tongue. God-d-damn it! That hurt! Unfortunately, he bit too hard and the taste of his blood began to fill his mouth. To get rid of that problem he spat it out, now, unlike humans, angels (or maybe just him) have a rather...metallic colored blood that doesn't taste like metal. One could suppose the color varies, such as Alice's, and Alice's blood color was...gold. Not very original, but the authoress simply asks to be forgiven if possible. Now as he spit out his blood, Alice turned to the Demon, for the pigeon remark hadn't worked very well with him. Cobalt eyes were bright and shiny as he sat up on his knees, but his voice was much too calm -

"Pigeon?"

- The Angel suppressed a shudder. Who knows, maybe the authoress is trying to get him in trouble, maybe she's doing it because that is how Alice is, whatever it may be she's keenly interested in this twisted plot and would like to have a small chat about it..or something like that. But anyways, Alice was intrigued by this demon who had just plucked a few of his precious feathers and went on to call a name! And he did those so carelessly! Speaking to him as if he was a child or like he was some slave or servant! The demon had no command over him and certainly no right to say anything like that to an Angel -

"I'm no bird you over sized bat."

- Once again his voice was calm and he spoke softly and slowly, on purpose to make sure the creature could catch every word -

"I see no reason why I should care that I am laying on my rock, and what tones I take are up to me, not you or anyone else...I think it is you who should be careful of what you say and do."

- Yes. He said that. He rather meant it too. He didn't know how dangerous the Demon was! As the authoress goes onto giggle about the two 'fighting' over a rock, Alice continues to look up at the Demon with defiance and stubborness, already fighting and neither knows the other's name! Alice might offer his later on, but for the meantime he will keep it. Now, time to fix this problem of looking up, he wasn't going to give the Demon the pleasure of looking down at him, very few got to do so. He stretched and stood up, wings out then relaxing by his sides, what made it even funnier was that he was taller than the demon, even if it was only an inch, he was still taller than the other -

Blood? Now why would someone do that with the demon around. And gold. It’s the first time since his shadow, Acid, that he’d seen other then red blood, aside from his own of course. He reached forward, interested, and ran a finger through it slowly, then bringing the thickly coated in blood finger to his lips, he stuck the tip of his gray-black tongue to it and tasted. Too calm voice? Now where is that firmiluar from? Oh yes, that’s the tone that the author usually uses to describe Verkur when he’s angry. Verkur’s lips curled into another smile. Was the poor bird angry?

”And I, oh feathered one, am more like a bat then you’d expect.”

The laugh that escaped his lips was certinally not humorous. It was haunted and hollow. Have you ever heard how wind blows across the mouth of a beer bottle or through a slender crack between two cliffs? This should remind you of Verkur’s laughter. Empty and hollow. He’s showing the Angel that name calling is not something he truly cares about, nor is it appropriate in these circumstances for the Angel to speak up in such a way.

The smugness that Verkur felt when the Angel stood at such a height was overwhelming. The Angel couldn’t know that he was taller. But that was only in his own world. Not on this one. And, it just proved again to Verkur that he could have a challenge. Stand above him fine, but eventually, you’ll bow down.

The demon reached forward, his wings unfurling on his back, standing opened with the little effort that all creatures born with wings use them. The way that a human holds up their hand. Verkur grabs the Angel’s chin firmly between his thumb and fingers, his long stone claws scratching against the cheeks of the Angel, demonstrating that blade sharp is an understatement, and that, even the solid muscle you could see on his arms was nothing to his strength. He pulled the Angel’s head down to an inch below his height.

“You’ll learn your place Angel.”

The demon’s tongue snaked out and pressed into the Angels mouth, licking away blood. Then he retreated, and with more strength then was necessary, he pushed the angel backwards, launching the angel into the air, if the Angel thought to open his wings anyways. Words accompanying this action were two solid, mono tone words spoken harshly in that strange voice.

“Get off.”

Spoken slow and deliberate.

- Alice was not used to others toying around with him, and this Demon who was doing just that was getting, not on his nerves but just...gah! He had raised a hand to stop the demon when he grabbed his chin but let it drop, he had realized, yes that it wouldn't be a smart move on his behalf. His place? Where was his place? Standing over the beast, with whip in hand please. Now if you thought he was surprised when the being pulled him down, imagine the shock when he made the bold move of kissing him. No one kissed Alice unless if Alice kissed them first. Yet Alice found himself almost replying in the kiss, as you know, Alice had been very much in the mood and this whole thing wasn't exactly helping him, distracting yes, but not really helping. When the other finished he glared, 'twas sadly, the only thing he could really do besides speaking -

"Damn you."

- Really the only thing he could manage to utter before he was tossed up in the air and then he felt gravity kick in. No problem actually, he's fallen plenty of times from much higher spots and landed without using his wings. Unfortunately he underestimated the distance from where he was and where the rock was so, to prod his ego even more, he slipped on the edge of the rock and nearly landed on his face. He was now half on and half off of the stupid rock, lower half off and upper half on. He lifted his upper half and gave a heated glare, his wide mouth a sneer smirk thing. His wings were folded behind him, no longer tursting the being to be anywhere near them. Pride was hurt, not broken and he had plenty left -

"...I think I like my rock too much so I'll stay here..."

- He didn't bother with the fact that the other was winning this thing. Physical violence wasn't his thing, he liked weapons..preferably whips. Yes...using a whip on this beast would be most satisfactory...he winced, best not to think of those thoughts right now. Shaking his head, hair waving around his face. He was not yet going to give up on the fight of will though...he felt like laughing, they were fighting over a rock for pete's sake, but...if that Demon was so stuck having this rock, he wasn't going to give up on objecting -

"But really...my place? Where is it? I do not believe it is under you."

Verkur was never used to being toyed with. At all. Well, that’s a lie. Sanigus commanded him, but he didn’t really toy with him. But the Demon was very well practiced in toying with others, so it came with great ease that he was playing with the angel now. He was satisfied that the angel had nearly kissed back when Verkur had licked at his blood. And he let the smug satisfaction show on his face. Smugness wasn’t a weakness in his case. Actually, quite the opposite, like a tool.

“Damn me? Damn me to what? Hell? Please do little angel.”

Yes. A rock. But it wasn’t really the rock that Verkur was fighting for. But The angel wouldn’t know this. Some of his other beings would be able to tell him what Verkur was doing. Note: the Author said ‘other’ beings implying the Verkur already thought of the Angel as belong to him. This was what Verkur was really fighting for. Not the rock. He was fighting with the angel for dominance, possession of...the angel himself? That’s right! Ten points, such a smart person!

Verkur, thoroughly amused by the angels cockiness and the predicament it had just landed him in, stepped to the edge of the rock, placing one heavily booted foot on the knuckles of one of the angel’s hands and pressing down harder then necessary. He crossed his arms over his chest, claws tapping together on either hand and looked down at the angel with confident white eyes.

I think I like my rock so I think I’ll stay here.

Where? Hanging around on the edge? That was fine with the demon.

Verkur made a point of literally ‘looking down’ on the angel.

“I believe you are in your place right now little angel. At my feet, where you belong.”

- Ouch yet again, he stopped himself from wincing when the demon stepped on his hand. That really hurts. Breathing in and out shakily, he looked up at the demon, no longer glaring. Wait. Alice blinks. Dominance. That was what they were fighting over. Why hadn't he realized it earlier? He did not know that there was also the little part about possession over himself, but he figured the dominance part and obviously by the looks of it, this demon thought himself higher than Alice. Sigh. Part of him said 'just surrender to him!' the other bigger half said 'fight him damn it!'. Alice wasn't the type of person used to being submissive, there were times in the past, yes, so why not now? A smile graced his face and, even with the hand, he pulled the rest of his body up carefully, kneeling before the other, he wasn't looking at the Demon anymore but at his legs -

"I only kneel before those I serve or those who own me..."

- Not really a question and still not a statement in was more like something he asked himself. He looked up, he was hardly abover the creatures belt line but it felt a little better than hanging halfway off a rock. Since the demon stepped on his right hand, he lifted up the left hand and placed it on the leg that was pinning his right hand down. He looked at the leg, quickly admiring it (he'd always liked nicely shaped legs) then back into Verkur's eyes, as he did so, he began to trace swirly shapes on the demon's leg going as low as the lower calf and as high as the inner thigh. He was in thought, the only people he had ever kneeled before were those he had served and were temporarily owned by...When he had been a possession of someone's, he do somethings that they told him to, but when he served someone (he hates being a servant/slave) he had to do everything they said, something he seldmonly enjoyed. He would never serve the demon -

"I do not serve you."

- His eyes flashed and, he'd admit it, out of a little anger he dug his own very sharp fingers into the one's leg, a little above the knee. He sort of figured it wouldn't really hurt the demon, maybe cause a twinge of annoyance or something, whatever it was made him feel a little better. But see, he did not say the demon didn't own him, meaning he might just be considering to be submissive. Really, what was the problem with someone else being dominant over you? Well...there are quite a few things. Whatever is going on in the mixed up head of his, he does decide that is no longer best to try to fight him in the physical sense. Alice leaned forward and pressed his cool lips (remember, he's still quite cold) against the small wounds he made, almost kissing them and then let his head slide off and he looked down. Why he did that, he was not sure, but well, there must have been a reason behind it...Anyways...there went most of his pride -

The blink was like a register across the angel’s face. And as the angel finally realized what it was the demon wanted, another slow, sharp toothed smile spread over his lips. He wasn’t a mind reader, but like many modern magicians, the Demon knew how to read into anothers facial expressions, postures, and wording. It was second best to mind reading, and really, he was hardly ever wrong. Verkur watched in silence as the Angel pulled himself up onto the Rock’s surface once again, without removing his booted foot from the others hand. But, when the other proved he could do so with his hand being crushed, when the other was sitting, kneeling at his feet, he removed his foot from the angel’s hand.

those I serve or those who own me...

The smile gone from Verkur’s face, his features were again, dark and serious. The paleness of his flesh stood against the darkness of his clothing, lightened against the moonlight behind him.

The tracing of circles and swirls goes unnoticed on his thigh and leg. Verkur can feel it there, but he certinally won’t acknowlege it if he does not see it’s importance. And to the demon, there wasn’t much importance to the finger of his leg. What was important was what the Angel was saying. He did not say that Verkur did not own him, but the demon likes to have thing clear as crystal so that there will be no future misunderstandings.

The Angel does not receive a shocked expression, nor angered, for digging his nails into the demon’s leg. A human would have felt severe pain, cried out, clutched the leg. The demon gets off on pain. He thrives on it. His or anyone elses pair. It’s what he lives for, it’s what he does. Instead of blood seeping forward from the wound, nothing happens. When the Angel kisses the wounds, there is no blood, but should he touch the inside of the marks with his fingers, he would feel the thick wetness of blood, when he looked at his fingers, he would see the thick shining liquid, but it would not be red. The demon’s blood is a deep mournful purple. And should the Angel leave the blood in oxygenized air for longer then a few moments, it will crystallize.

The kisses on the wounds made his lips peel back, not quite a smile and not a guesture of disgust. Satisfaction. Now the Demon was sure that he’d won. He reached forward and ran his claws slowly over the angel’s scalp, a grazing feeling that was meant to relax his beings, and then tightened his fingers in the angels hair, pulling backwards to that the other’s face tipped up to look at his.


“I do not want your service. I do not need your help. What I want is your body. I want your soul, I want your heart. I want your very psychological being, all of you to belong to me.”

What can I say, It’s the first time he’s ever explained what he wanted. After all, Angels are higher then humans and shadows and mages and that blind seer. He deserved just a little more treatment then the lower species. So at least he gets to know he’s being owned.


**wants to go draw this sceen...should be interesting**

((Well, if you do draw, be sure to let me see...))

“I do not want your service. I do not need your help. What I want is your body. I want your soul, I want your heart. I want your very psychological being, all of you to belong to me.”

- Alice, now more comfortable since the demon removed his foot from atop his hand, stared at the other. He didn't mind the other holding his head up like that as long as he didn't pull his hair, he didn't think the demon would without reason. He gave a small sigh, not from any emotion, it was just something he did frequently. So basically, he wants to own him? But not just his body, he wants to own everything. Body, soul, mind...heart? Alice was not so sure if that mean that he needed to love him or something, he never loves anyone, he cares for them...but he's never loved anyone. His mouth opened slighty, and stayed like that, he was not sure what to say, for once he had absolutely nothing to say. His blue eyes had strayed down to the ground so he looked back up -

"What do you want me to say? Yes, I'll give all that to you? I don't know what to say..."

- His voice held no sarcastic tone, no mocking, not even an inquiring tone, just a question with a matter of fact statement. It was true, he did not know what to say, no one had ever told him that, so the angel sat there feeling extremely confused. No, he hadn't fallen in love with the Demon and didn't recognize the feeling, he was just confused. He knew the demon was being blunt, he had the slight feeling that the demon thought he already owned Alice and even if Alice might object he'd still think he did. This whole thing was rather tiring...The demon seemed to be a really fickle kind of thing who was 'kind' to you as long as you did what he wanted. Like a cat, this demon was like a cat! He looked back into the demon's eyes and then gave a laugh, not one of irony, or a harsh hollow laugh like the Demon's. It was a real laugh, short and small one, but a laugh nonetheless. His mouth formed a grinning smile. But just as quickly it seemed to almost fall off his face and was replaced by a blank look with a hint of confusion -

"It's funny how things are...You remind me so much of a cat...So fickle and dangerous. You say you want all of me, every part of me to belong to you...why? Why should you have all of myself?" - He rubbed his forehead and straightened out the glasses that were near falling off his nose. His tone of voice was just the same wondering tone with a blunt statement - "You confuse me, my dear demon."

And you are right my dear Authoress, Verkur would not pull the others hair until the other did something to deserve the punishment. Of course, for a pull of the hair, the other’s action wouldn’t have bothered the demon so much. Anything the angel did that would deserve real punishment would be given a real punishment. And tatty little hair pulling was not what the demon called punishment. Hair pulling was more like an acknowledgment that the other had done something he should not have. A warning gesture if you will.

Body, soul, mind...heart? Alice was not so sure if that mean that he needed to love him or something, he never loves anyone, he cares for them...but he's never loved anyone.

We can’t go so far as to say that the demon actually even cared about anyone except one. He loved his God, the god that he belonged to, that the mark on his neck was marked by. But even the beings he already owned he did not love nor care for. Rather, he protected them in a possessive way. Like a child protects a toy that it really doesn’t care for but doesn’t want anyone else to have anyways. He could beat and cause harm, do whatever he wanted to his beings, but no one else could do that to them. Complicated? Not really. It’s actually rather simple. And for further advice, mouths hanging open in front of Verkur really isn’t a good idea, especially when you’ve been bleeding.

Verkur leaned forward and snaked his tongue into the mouth, tasting not fresh blood but the taste of an open wound already in it’s process of healing back slowly. He pulled away to let his angel speak. Notice the word ‘his’.

"What do you want me to say? Yes, I'll give all that to you? I don't know what to say..."

“I want you to say nothing. I need not your permission nor your acknowlagment that you are mine.”

Alice would be wrong in his thinking that the Demon thought that he already owned Alice. Verkur was more confident then that. The Angel was already his in his own mind. And if the angel chose to fight the point further, then Verkur would just have to resort to treating the Angel with less respect (if that’s what you can call it) then he had been treating him, demote him to the methods he used to make humans his. But he didn’t think that this would be necessary. While higher then Humans, the angel should also be smarter, know when his battles are lost and won. Know when he belongs to someone, to the demon. Humans continued to be rebellious for so long and got beat so much before the finally realized that they would not win.

Fickle? Well, he’d never been called fickle before. Dangerous yes, but fickle? This was a first. But first was not always bad. He ignored the Cat comment, suppressing the urge to purr at the name.

Why should you have all of myself?...You confuse me, my dear demon.

That first question Verkur did not see the Angel worthy of receiving an answer, he saw him out of line for asking. But since the authoress should know, the author will tell her this: Verkur collects beings for only one simple reason. To own them. Some of them he owns because he wishes to (like Rasmus or the Angel), some of them he owns to use them to do his terrible work because he can not (the girl Ebony), and some he of them he owns to see how long it takes to break them (Eric and Emrys Damien). That’s it. It’s his only reason. That and he likes the control. As for the second statement.

“Only, little Angel, because you do not know enough yet to understand.” Understand demons or anything really that is.

- So he is a toy. The authoress is thankful that the author explained to her. Alice will soon realize that, but he'd need to be around the demon for a while. The demon made him feel weak. It was like he had a hold over him, how sad. He told him not to say anything, though there weere a few other questions he'd like to ask, he held his tongue. After the demon had kissed him again, he closed his mouth, he was aware enough to realize not to keep it open. He breathing pattern changed to a slow soft beat, he had calmed down somewhat and was not quite so confused with a clearer head -

“Only, little Angel, because you do not know enough yet to understand.”

- He simply nodded, he was catching up quickly, and it was true, he didn't know that much. He was smart, but he was still very young though and had plenty to learn. The demon had said he was his and he really didn't want to get on the other's bad side. So he didn't object. Maybe if they were to meet up in the future, Alice might say something or do something that angered the demon (both likely and unlikely) but not now. What bothered him most though was that he didn't know who this demon was! He felt that the demon didn't even care who he was. He bit his lip, he wanted to ask the other's name, wouldn't do much harm, right? -

"Ah.......um......."

- Well, the attempt failed, he found it ridiculous that he couldn't even ask the other's name. He wouldn't bother telling his name, he felt more comfortable when the one said 'Angel' than Alice, gave a false sense of security. He blinked again and felt like he wanted to slap himself. The hell...he was acting like some of his own victims had acted, though not quite as freaked. He made a huffing noise, deciding to ask the other -

"I know you said I need not to say anything, but even if it means nothing to you how I feel, I'd feel a little more comfortable if I knew your name. Would you please tell me it?"

- There he said please, whether or not it mattered, it was a big deal to him, he rarely said please unless if he was in society, any other time, screw manners. He was not sure whether the other would answer him or not, if he didn't he figured just call him Demon, hell Kitty even, for that spoiled cat way he acted. It wasn't name calling, just nick names, maybe even master, but Alice didn't like calling people Master unless his life or security was threatened...well, there were certain other times, but that was for other places. Unable to stop himself, he yawned, and trid to be polite about it but seriously, he was kinda sleepy -

He had that effect on people...er...most beings. He wasn’t the strongest, but he was certainly up there. Enough so that the Gods must restrict his activities. And troublesome enough to make them want to restrict them. After all, what else was a Chaos Demon supposed to do besides cause...well...chaos?

Unlike the Angel who was still young and had a lot to learn, the demon was thousands of years old on this planet, eons old on another, and more so from his own world. And he knew much. He learned so much because he wanted the upper hand in everything as much as was possible. Recently he turned his attention to the Gods. Summoning them because he could, questioning them because he knew that while they were inside the summoning circle, they couldn’t really hurt him, ignore him yes, but not hurt him. He was learning that many of their summoning rules applied to himself as well. But the point the author is leading up to with his ramblings is that perhaps, if the Angel sucked up enough and Verkur decided he liked him enough, the Demon might teach him more then the Angel’s mother had.

Now having won what he really wanted, he turned his back on the Angel, releasing his hair, and began to walk the length of the rock, using his leathery wings to lift off of the rock and onto the ground. He didn’t give a damn about the rock. Not really. As the Angel sputtered out words, he continued to walk away towards the river.

Alice is right. The Demon didn’t give a damn about his name. What the Angel didn’t realize was that Verkur gave all of his beings a special name that only he called them. Sort of renamed them to a more fitting name. Emrys, for example, meant first child. But that didn’t really describe the blind man, since he didn’t actually know that he was the first born because he had no memory. Instead, Verkur called him Halthur, or blind seer. And he called Eric Andlagar, or telepath. And so, Alice, like the rest, would probably e suited with a better name for the Demon’s standards.

little more comfortable if I knew your name.

He said please. That was a good thing. Otherwise, Verkur would have said something like ‘you didn’t say please’ and then he would not tell his Angel his name. Instead, because his Angel said please, he paused in his movements and turned his head to the side, half looking at the Angel with one white eye.

“I am called Vyncyra Verkur.” But that is not my name. The English language did not have a word that could translate into his name. But Vyncyra Verkur was as close an equivalent that could be spoken. At the subject of names, his mind began to wander, picking a name for his new toy. His new Angel.

- The authoress notes all of these things for further use...then goes on to cackle evily and write. Alice watched him walk off and in some spurt of curiosity, followed him, but only to where he was sitting on the edge of the rock. Swinging his legs like a bored child, he watched curiosly as the demon walked and paused at the river, looking at him with one eye...for some reason that was creepy and he shifted slightly under the gaze -

“I am called Vyncyra Verkur.”

- Alice blinked and pulled his legs up to his chest, resting his chin on his knees. Vyncyra Verkur? Hmm...Alice sighed, which one to call him...hell, if he forgot either one, VeeVee would be a useful nickname. But he'd better not call him that. Verkur,yes, Verkur would be simple enough. He smiled softly, feeling better. Flop. That was the noise he made when he slipped back and hit the rock in a lazy way. If Verkur was not going to do anything, Alice had some moon watching to return to...and after that, find someone and get laid. He wondered if Verkur ever had sex before...weird thought, but really, Alice had the feeling he had...many times -

'Some of the people he laid were probably not willing...if Verkur can be how I think he may be...'

- Alice make a snorting like sound and laughed to himself, it was funny. Reeeaally funny. A question interuppted his thought process, wait, if Verkur didn't know Alice's name what was he going to call him? He shifted so his wings were comfortable as he sat up onto his side. Rubbing his chin, would he just continue to call him 'Angel'? A sigh. Okay... -

Verkur knelt at the waters edge, splashing water over his arms, using his huge hands as sufficient cups to hold the water. The smell of death faded with each cup of water he splashed on himself, rubbing away any evidence that he’d had a human at all.

Of course he’s had sex, with both genders, of various races, and various species (including angels, demons, and gods), in various ways. But the Angel wouldn’t know that he’s been alive for eons. Nor that those eons of life from where he lived was equivilent to only ten human years. He’d live much longer.

And yes, Alice would be correct in thinking that some of them were unwilling. Some of them might not have been very alive either. But you didn’t need to know that.

“Veli Gaurs” He said it out loud, but only so that he himself could hear the words. Name. So he’s decided what he’d going to call his angel.

((pronounced: Vail – lee G – ah- er – s
It means Evil Guardian because Verkur knows that he is not a good Angel and Angels usually are associated with Guardian angels.))

((and sorry that was a bit short))

((You are forgiven...for now anyways..bwuahaha...mine's not much better >< sowwy, but I'm being rushed T.T))

- Alice, naturally not noticing his master, breathed in quickly and out quickly. He really needed to find one of his 'buddies', he stood up and began patting his pockets. Damn he couldn't find anything, no cell, no nuthin', pooh. He pouted, a really weird sight because of his wide mouth and thin lips, it was hard for him to make it look correct. But besides that he looked around, blue eyes checking the area, he came from that direction didn't he? He jumped off the rock and landed not so gracefully, he slipped but didn't fall on his bum, phew. He headed towards it and then quickly turned back, rather shocked looking. No he did not come from that way... -

'No, no, not there, where though?'

- He sneaked back over to the rock and climbed back on it, looking around, where oh where did he come from. He sighed, he couldn't remember, damn memory problems...he flopped down, and suddenly as if he looked like he'd just been slapped, his eyes opened widely. He was an idiot. He had wings he could fly away from this place (and his new master). Stretching up and brushing his hole infested pants off, he shook himself. Where Verkur had plucked a few feathers from, new feathers were already growing to replace them. Feh. Time to go have fun. He let himself smirk, the demon seemed so caught up in thought he didn't notice, good good. Foop, wings opened, he jumped and flew off -

But he noticed. How could he not notice when Veli Gaurs was running around like a (pardon the expression feathered friend) chicken with it’s head cut off. Verkur wasn’t watching the Angel running back and forth but he could hear him, hear his blood, hear his footfalls, smell him from different directions. And unfortunately for the Angel, His master had wings too. And he was just about to prove true Alice’s ‘Bat comment’. You remember the one, where he called Verkur a bat and the demon agreed?

Have you ever thrown a ball in the air at night? You might not realize that the ball makes a soft whistling sound that you can’t hear but creatures like dogs and Bats can. Have you ever seen a bat attack the ball? This is very similar to what Verkur is going to do. That established, back to the demon.

The moment that he heard the rustling of the Angel’s feathers, his own large wings spread, and a moment after the angel took off, so did the demon. But he flew straight up, not following the angel’s course, his powerful wings taking him above the Angel, looking down on his back. He closed his wings suddenly, dropping down headfirst towards the angel. The impact wasn’t very heavy, simply powerful. The Demons dropped below the angel, opened his wings to catch himself and wrapped his arms around the angels torso and wings, closing the wings in the process so that only his own wings kept them in the air. His fingers laced around the Angel’s back in a stronger hold, hopeing that the Angle wouldn’t be stronger, or hopefully not even bother to struggle. That would be good.

“I did not say that you could leave.”

- Expression pardoned, but it is rather correct. Alice had been indeed slightly panicked, but not as shocked as he was now. He did not know that Verkur could hear all those things (he certainly couldn't). He was not expecting Verkur to suddenly catch him and while he did struggle at first (for a split moment from surprise) he quickly stopped and stared at the Demon. Alice was extrodinarily strong, their strength develops with their age and Alice, being young, was not as strong as Verkur was -

“I did not say that you could leave.”

- Alice licked his lips, then bit down on his lip to stop him from retorting something stupid. True his master didn't say that...but he didn't say he couldn't leave did he? A small shake of the head, he had to simply tell the other the truth...not the full truth, Demon didn't need to know too much now did he? Alice's tone was one of slight discomfort, maybe from in closeness of the other, maybe from this task that was getting more...bothersome each minute being stalled -

"I need to get a...task done."

- He looked away uncomfortably then back at Verkur with narrowed eyes, hell, he'd lay Verkur if it was possible but...he didn't know what the demon had sex with before so he wouldn't really jump in. Alice may be all about sex, but he does have discrimination, or is just really careful about those he allow to touch his body. This demon was most likely as close as he'd be able to get. The temptation to act childish and stick out his tongue was nearly as unbarable, but the thought of Verkur biting it or something like that stopped him from doing so. His body shuddered and he swallowed thickly, for once feeling rather...embarresed, maybe it was because Verkur has him in a position where his body was practicaly plastered against the other's. Now on a normal basis he might try to do something like seduce him but maybe that wouldn't work on this demon so he quickly let that thought drop...damn, he was kinda stuck wasn't he? His thoughts weren't really focused on getting away but, if you guessed this 5 points for you, laying someone -

'At this point they'd probably be nearly dead...sex with dead things....' - raise of eyebrow - 'Isn't there a name for that?'

Indeed, there is a name. It’s called necrophilia. Many murders seem to practice it, though not as many as to running off the charts, but certainly more then a normal person would expect.

“A...task.” It wasn’t really a question. More like a statement that he wanted clarified again. Like ‘oh my god there’s a ghost!’ ‘A what?’ ‘A ghost!’ But then, he didn’t really expect the Angel to repeat the word task, he knew what task meant. What he wanted to know was what kind of task. This could be interesting.

Instead of releasing the angel, Verkur held fast and turned over so that the Angel was dangling below him still held to his chest. Now did taller matter angel? It’s strength that counts, endurance and agility...and knowledge. Verkur felt the tell tale signs of muscles that you don’t realize are bunching begin to bunch through out the Angel’s body. Never mind asking the angel what this task was. The demon knew. And intended to play it to his advantage somehow.

By the way, good thing for Alice that he did not stick his tongue out for this childish acts is one of those things I spoke of that Verkur would really punish. Biting the tongue is an understatement. He might bite the tip off.

Verkur began to entertain thoughts about along the lines of his Angel’s. If it can be done between he and a god, he is sure it can happen between he and the Angel. But that isn’t the reason he owns the angel. His beings are not sex toys, they are just toys. But they could become sex toys very easily. But he’d never been compelled to sleep with any of them as of yet. The blind man’s visions would probably make him die, and he certinally didn’t want to kill someone so useful. Who knew what would happen with a shadow. And his humans. Well, they’ve yet to tempt him. But should they then would he? Probably.

“And what is your task, Angel?”

They were still in the air, circling over the rock, but Verkur was showing no signs of lowering closer to the ground.

"Yes. A task. I'd really like to handle it quickly too please."

- Alice turned his head to the side, looking around, what an odd veiw from up in the air really. He looked back at the demon, blue eyes just rather 'feh' looking. He pulled an arm up, a rather difficult task, but he managed it. What he did with his arm was simply stretch it out, it might have a use in the future but he just let it hang for the moment. Hmph. If Alice was much older, stronger, and a wee bit smarter he'd probably have been able to get himself out of this situation. Instead he was stuck now. He snuffled, throughly annoyed by the fact that this demon was stronger than he -

“And what is your task, Angel?”

"My task?"

- Bright eyes closed as he thought to himself. Should he just make something up? Nah, Verkur might be able to tell if he had lied. Tell the truth? Possibly. Tell some of the truth? How he'd be able to put THAT in words would be something. Alice normally is not used to thinking like this, unless if he is locked up in his apartment studying things, with others though, most definetly not. Unless if they were smart too. So Alice, the blunt person he usually is, tells the demon that truth -

"Having sex with a person I know...or persons...depends on who I feel like bedding."

- There, he said it, wasn't ashamed or embarresed in fact, it felt a little better when he told the other. He now felt like smaking something though. Smacking Verkur. Not good idea, tempting but not good. His free hand twitched, what would the demon do if he smacked him? Rip his hand off? That made him inwardly wince. Ouch. He'd probably be able to get it reconnected if the other just ripped it off. Though he didn't think Verkur would rip his hand off...maybe break it instead, be a whole lot more painful since the ripping a limb off would simply send him into shock. He was wise enough though, to not test that theory and simply left his hand hanging -

'Feh.'

(( Feh...must be his favorite word.... >>;;;))

Verkur wouldn’t rip his hand off. Not entirely. Or if he was in a good mood, as he was now since he’s accomplished aquiring another being into his possession, he’d probably just laugh at Alice, that haunted, hallow laugh that would send chills down a mortal’s spine.

But Alice didn’t slap him, so Verkur didn’t laugh. At Alice’s words, he did not laugh. He’d already know what Alice wanted and so he did not seem in the least surprised. Now a question that he did not know the answer to, that he could not possibly know the answer too.

“And who might it be that you plan to take to bed?”

Probably, this would push the angel further into embarrassment. Or so He hoped it would. If it didn’t, he hadn’t lost anything by asking.

Verkur was flying now, moving over the city. People below completely ignored them, even those who their shadow leaked over and looked up to investigate did not seem to take any notice of the pair of winged creatures. His powerful wings beat with slow, lengthy, deliberate beats, carrying them through the air in more of a fashion of gliding then flying.

Maybe the angel would not notice, but this work out of flying and carrying another, it did not speed up his heart or quicken his breathing. This thought may lead to the discovery that Verkur wasn’t actually breathing in the first place, nor was there even the faintest pump of movement from beneath the chest that was pressed to the angel’s, except for the constant movement of the chest, back, and shoulder muscles it took to compel him through the air.

“And who might it be that you plan to take to bed?”

- At times Alice was unabashedly sexual, to be that way, one must have no shame. And really, Alice didn't. He smirked and and opened his mouth, licking his lips in an overly suggestive way but quickly pulled the long pink tongue back in and snapped his mouth shut, only opening to reply -

"Some very tasty males I know...and a few females, ones I have claimed as bedmates and nothing more."

- His wide mouth formed a smirk. Normally it would have a disturbing affect on humans and other creatures, with it's feral look, but he knew it wouldn't affect the demon. He left it on anyways, it was just a smirk. He raised up his free hand and traced a heart shape on the demon's arm out of boredom. His thoughts strayed to a few of the delicious females he had bedded a while back, lithe but voluptuous, yummy. Thoughts of the demon also disturbed his thought pattern, he was an odd thing. He had noticed that the demon was breathing heavily. Alice was not very weighty, but he certainly wasn't light. He looked up at the demon and lifted a hand, prodding the other in the cheek -

"I've heard of people with great stamina but this is ridiculous, how can you carry me so far and not start panting or get short of breath?"

- He had only noticed the no panting part becuase he had been staring up at the demon, he would have yet to discover that his heart did not beat. That would surely come as a shock to the angel, an undead demon. Funny how things are, what's funnier are the people you meet -

The demon pressed his lips together in silent approval. He did not disapprove of sexual relations for no other reason but the sexual relation itself. Nor did he disapprove in a little fear from the other party (or parties) involved in that sexual relationship. Actually, fighting back is a slight plus. Demons are like predators and predators like the hunt, the chase, and the kill. Not that he literally would kill everyone he ‘bedded’ (if the word bedded would actually be appropriate in Verkur’s case). and, he thought, if this angel is not careful that little suggestive tongue might come back to bite him. Might? It was. Who was Verkur trying to fool.

He was right that the smirk would not effect the demon, the only effect it evoked was for the demon to turn his white eyes down to the Angels lips, then away again, hardly acknowledging the smirk so perfected to disturb any other kind of being, and probably other demons as well. The demons black brows on his grayed face twitched into a frown when the Angel traced that fruity heart on his arm. He half had an urge to pluck another feather for the ridiculous drawing. But the prod in the cheek did earn the angel an effective snap onto his fingers. The demon’s sharp teeth locked over the finger, drawing more of that golden colored blood into his mouth.

But only for a moment, he sucked at the blood, then opened his lips, releasing the angels chewed-on finger with no more wound then a few shallow cuts or the sharp teeth.

“Do not do that.”

"I've heard of people with great stamina but this is ridiculous, how can you carry me so far and not start panting or get short of breath?"

The demon looked down on him now. It was a good question. Not a very observant creature was he? Had he paid attintion to the ‘shortness in breath’ a little closer he would have asked just as the demon was about to reply. Lesson 1 from demon master to his er...owned angel?

“A smarter question would be ‘why do you not breath,’ not ‘why do you not get short of breath.’ Pay closer attintion to things Angel, do not show that you’ve observed any less then the fullest.” In simpler, non demon words – Pay attintion to all of your surroundings, not just one little factor of it. Now to answer the question. “Because I need not breath like you must.”

- Alice was rather shocked when then other bit onto his finger, he'd made a yipping noise that was slightly muffled. It also caused his feathers to ruffle and get stiff, a weird trait that happens when he (very rarely) experiences pain, even light pain. He'd been half tempted the wiggle his finger innaproprietly in the demon's mouth, but no, he simply stuck it into his own mouth when the other finished. Why did he do that? You know when you get something like a paper cut on your finger or bit your nail down too far? And you stick your finger in your mouth becuase for some reason, it makes your finger feel better, right? That's why Alice did it, as he did so, he thought over what the demon said -

'He does not breath, hm?'

"That's ridiculous, all living things need to-"

- Blink. If possible, Alice's face paled considerably and his pale eye brows rose, eyes widening along with them. Things that aren't living don't need to breathe, but, no wait, no buts. He knew it was possible to be in an undead state and be animated, that would explain why he didn't bleed when Alice clawed him. An undead master? One word represented Alice's shock -

"Fuck."

- It's tone was one of realization, not fright or really shock even it was just like 'Why hadn't he noticed that earlier?' Well, as the authoress had stated, Alice, when distracted by thoughts of other things, does not pay attention to other events and things around him. Well duh...Alice started to hyperventilate. He was dizzy, it was weird because on a normal basis he wouldn't expect to have a reaction like this. He needed to breathe, get out of the demon's grasp and breathe. Oh my. Well really, how would you react if you just found out what he did? The authoress woiuld probably be like...huh? While instead of remaining clueless, Alice catched on, unluckily though, it is rather shocking to him and so you have what is currently going on, Alice trying to calm himself down -

((Blegh >< Is this one bad? It strikes me as bad because Alice is doing something I would not expect him to do >>;;; Taking a life of his own))

Verkur watched with interest as the Angel sucked on his finger in that humanly false sense that sucking on it might ease the pain. A stupid guesture really because it didn’t really ease any pain, nor did it actually do anything. If he was going to put his finger somewhere it may as well be back into Verkur’s mouth so he could have the blood that would be going to waist inside the angels mouth. His white eyes narrowed to unhappy slits.

The blink was enough for Verkur to realize that a realization had passed into the angels mind. The demon hadn’t realized that the Angel hadn’t realized he was not alove. But the angel was incorrect. He was not an undead master. In fact, in his own world he was quite alive. He simply didn’t actually live or die here in this world. But at having shocked a ‘fuck’ out of the angel cheered up the demon slightly, though he left his eyes narrowed anyways.

“If you want.”

What an asshole. Maybe the angel will learn to be more...choosing with his wording.

Alice began to hyperventilate and Verkur, to solve the problem, released on hand, his grip of the other becoming even stronger around the angel. He raised that free hand across the opposite shoulder, claws grazing his own shoulder, and brought his hand down quickly in a backhand across the angel’s cheek, claws grazing but leaving only slight scratches baring no blood, unless of course the angel’s skin is that thin as he had controlled the amout of pressure behind the claws.

“Stop that you stupid feathered beast! What is your problem?”

It was, surprisingly, not spoken in a snarel. Instead, it was that same bored tone. Too calm. He was just too calm.

((No it wasn’t bad. It surprised me though.))

((Should I be glad or scared? It was one that made me 'Wtf?' I suppose I was just letting myself type and not really think about what I was typing...I have on truly overly confusing character on my hands -bows again- this one isn't much better, sorry, but I've had a lot on my mind today... -surpresses a sigh- Tsk on me ><))

- Alice had noticed the demon become unhappy but got momentarily distracted by the demon's 'If you want', momentarily considering it. Alice didn't know Verkur wasn't 'undead', but to Alice if something doesn't breathe it's not entirely alive to him. A weird thing that he came up with when living in this one supposedly 'living' house. The thought of it alone made shudder. Smack. Ow -

“Stop that you stupid feathered beast! What is your problem?”

"You."

- He hissed that out rather quickly and glared at the demon, but felt rather afraid. He mentally smacked himself for it. Maybe he'd get smacked for that one too, but hey! He told the truth...though telling the truth often gets you in trouble. As the authoress tyoes this she nods as she chews on a blue with silver sparkles 'sex bracelet', it was true, as much as telling the truth was good...many didn't appreciate it. Alice's expression became a rather blank one -

'Eh...screw it all to hell...'

- His face still slightly stung and he lifted up a hand to touch where he'd been 'paper cut' by the demon. No blood, unlike his finger, it had dr blood and still some wet blood on it. He traced them, hoping scars wouldn't be left. It was unlikely there would be, if somehow though, there were, he'd have to ask Verkur to do the same to his other cheek so he he could go properly as a cat... -

Verkur didn't slap him. It was quite often that he was told that he was the source of a problem. And this pleased him because well....demon of chaos. Anyways, at least the slap across the cheek had put an abrupt end to the sniveling little fit that the angel was having. Verkur put his arm back around the angels torso and wing, lacing his fingers again.

"What about me exactly?"

Well, for one dear demon, maybe the fact that the angel thinks you're dead! But as mentioned before, he is not. It might just offend Verkur to know that yet another being was thinking him dead. It was bad enough his second to newest of his collection, Rasmus, thought he was a dead thing, but now and Angel that should be smarter then that? Actually, Rasmus' fear of dead things and the fact that he thought Verkur was dead worked to his advantage but that didn't mean he wouldn't be offended. But just because he was offended didn't mean much. The demon wasn't really know to act in outrage to offense. Just to disobediance or annoyance.

((Gasp *that one was a short one, forgive me. I'm watching my brother's son and he's just learned to crawl so he's everywhere.))

(( -bows repeatedly- Sorry for not replying, but I can now that I am back from Florida, Grammy doesn't have internet -huffs- forgive me, mine is short too >< I'm being rushed))

"...Well..."

- Alice furrowed his brow, what was it that made Verkur a problem? He didn't know...but there was just something about him. He couldn't say he was bossy, too childish, rude...unpleasant, probably been called those names before...He sighed, he did not know what made Verkur his problem...well...oh yea...he was confusing, but did he already call him confusing? He shrugged and then blinked as he realized what he'd just summed up. He looked at the demon in the eyes, he'd been avoiding them till then -

"I suppose it's your arrogant personality."

- He looked back away, he could be just as terrible as the demon, possibly even worse at times, but whatever. Blue eyes narrowed. Indeed. He despised it when someone could boss him around and act high and mighty and have the power to subdue him. Shame shame. He shifted, or at least tried to, to get in a more comfortable position. His hand was now playing with his own bangs, twirling it around his finger in a slow way. Another habit of his when he thought. He was struck with a question, and in a polite voice spoke -

"Where are you flying to?"

That wasn’t one he’d heard before. I guess it’s because everyone else had been to frightened or not stupid enough to say so to the demon’s face. But it didn’t anger him. Actually, it amused him and the angel might find it strange that the demon made a deep rumbling sound from his throat that many associate as a not-quite-out-loud-laughter. A chuckle maybe. But not quite that either. Like...you’ll like this...his own form of purring.

“I suggest you get used to it Angel.”

Where was he flying too? This would be too good. Alice might not think so, and it might surprise him, but I think, personally, that it’s funny. Verkur beat his heavy leathery wings once as if to emphasize that he was the one in charge, that he was the one doing the flying, and he was the one that knew where they were going. He thought about telling the angel ‘it’s for me to know and you to shut up and find out’ but decided the truth would be more fun.

“Home.”

((sok. Had enough to keep me busy))

- Angel blinked as the demon made a pur like noise...he purrs, eh? Maybe he'll mewl too...His eyes widened and he looked away, rather mortified, aaanyways. He has to get used to it does he? Well, he's done that before, so maybe he'll get used to it, one can never promise -

"Home."

- Alice blinked and loked to Verkur, he'd been lost in thought, but he managed to catch that one. Home then? Eh...the demon has a home? Luckily he had enough sense of control to not make a bewildered face. He looked at Verkur with the 'Your not serious, are you?' face with raised eyebrow and everything. Alice thought about his own home for a moment before snapping himself out of the daze he'd been in and sighed -

"Your home, hm?"

- Alice rubbed his chin then his face, taking off his glasses to accomplish the task. When that was done he used his hand and stretched himself backwards, thank goodness for flexability, and put his glasses in his back pocket. One might think all that stretching back was necassary, but the demon's arms made it harder and it was easier to stretch. And instead of pulling himself back up he stayed where he was, such a fansinating veiw! He opened his mouth in a smile then lifted his hand to his mouth, sticking a knuckle in it and closed his mouth on it, chewing lightly on it. Utterly fascinating -

"Yes. Home."

Of course he had a home! *hits Alice in the head for being stupid* Everyone had a home. The demon's happens to be outside of the city, between the two cities, Bayfield and Newcaster. The city had commisioned for that land between the cities to be built on. They'd gotten the skelitons up and half of some of the apartment buildings and homes up before half of them collapsed. The land was unstable to build on and they discontinued the construction.

In recent years, Verkur had made one of these half collapsed, half finished buildings his home. And it was slowly becoming aparent that they were leaving the city soon because the buildings were growing smaller, from sky scrapers to low one and two story houses, and the buildings were thinning, more green could be seen, and less traffic.

He watched the angel stretch back and watch the scene with no amusment or interest. Instead, he turned his white eyes back up to directly in front of him. He's not happy. The truth hadn't elicted nearly the response he'd wanted.

((Sorry. It's crap this time))

(( -waves hand- you're forgiven..this time... -laughs insanely- Bwuahahaha!))

- The authoress laughs then goes onto type. Alice wasn't aware that he had causd the demon to be dissapointed, maybe he'd end up saying or doing something that would get a more pleased reaction from his master. But Alcie feels it isn't ihs job to please his ahem, master. He leans back up, looking at the demon not in the eyes but more at his face -

"Why are we going to your home?"

- Alice continued to nibble on his finger. He fealt slightly nervous going into the demon's home. Was it unsanitary? He probably wasn't very safe there either, then again...he looked quickly up at Verkur, this position wasn't exactly safe either. He blined as he wondered if it would hurt Verkur if he were to knee him...best not to try that out, nope, definetly not. Though it was tempting, as was poking the demon's eyes out, wondering what he looked like with Alice's glasses on, and smacking the demon. All might be tried later, not now though. He pulled his finger out of his mouth and rubbed the pointer's finger tip asgainst his pale lips...he was thinking obviously, about what though...hell if he knew, just random thoughts and ideas flitting through his head -

'If hell froze over...maybe then I'd be able to slap him without getting slapped back or something...what would happen if I were to do something like that?'

Oh yes. It would hurt him. Trust me, as a guy I can say that it really does not matter the species. That's gonna hurt. But lets not forget that said demon gets off on pain. In fact, Alice might not like whips so much if he knew what the demon could do with them. But eaither way, it was lucky for Alice that he'd decided not to knee the demon, or slap him, or put his glasses on his face.

The land was now housless, with one single road, like a miniture highway, that ran out of the city towards the unseen Newcaster and the abandoned construction site. The demon's wings beat strongly, a soft wooshing sound accompanying each beat. He still did not breath at all and he still had no heart beat. His arms flexed breifly as the buildings came into sight.

"What do you think?"

It would have been spoken a bit sourly but he wasn't going to let sour tones enter his voice. He wouldn't show that he didn't get his way. That's a philosophy. If you get your way, gloat. If you don't, then don't let it show.

- He'll have to try it then sometime. Kick him and fly off, strength may not be a key trait, but speed is. Alice not liking whips? Sounds rather impossible, though the authoress does not doubt it could happen. What peaks my interest though is the question of 'What can he do with them?' sounds very exciting. Alice though, is a sadist, not a masochistso whips being used on him are not appreciated. He saw the area change and his eye brows raised with interest, they must be pretty far from the city if they were hitting the country area. He rubbed his nose -

"What do you think?"

- If Alice had known he was supressing from being sour, he would have had a good laugh, well chuckle, though at the same time he wouldn't be sure why the demon was sour. Alice looked to Verkur then over towards the place they were heading and couldn't help but grin for some odd reason. He didn't know why he grinned, maybe it was just the thought of the demon having a nice litle place away from population -

"Cool. It's nice. A wee bit too far from the city for my taste but definatly not bad if you want privacy."

- Privacy indeed. You could murder a bunch of people and have plenty of places to bury the bodies. A look at Verkur and an image popped in his mind and he had to bite his lip from laughing. Verkur standing in black pants looking sulky with a big black tee that says 'Don't fuck with me, I'm running out of places to bury the bodies' was what he imagined. It was rather cute actually. Wonder if he'd be willing to wear it... -

It'd be funny, but Verkur would kill Alice for asking in the first place.

Yes. Plenty of privacy. He didn't need to go to sleep in an abandoned place in the city and have a bunch of punk teen age kids stumble on him and go blabing off their punk mouths about some winged beast living in a bulding nearby. And yes, he had plenty of backyard for the half eaten corpses to be burried.

The demon's wings stopped beating as they neared closer and they were gliding straight for a long moment. Then suddenly they were gliding downwards towards a building, one in which the front of the house had basically sunk beneath the ground and the back door and wall stood tilted backwards like a cellar door.

As he landed, his wings folded carefully and his feet were planted firmly on the ground before even letting the Angel's feet touch the soil. Testing the ground to see if it was safe to stand on? Not in the least. He was preparing himself to have to reestablish dominance if the angel got stupid.

"Privacy happens to be a very good thing."

Don't take it for granted, living in the middle of nowhere.

- Too bad, I'm sure Alice would do anything to be able to see Verkur in that shirt. Pictures of that would be lovely too. I giggle at the thought. Privacy is good, especially suring some very messy S&M torture sessions, not good to have room mate come in and stumble across you. Happened once and the room mate quickly became a new carpet. He looked around as the demon glideed down and landed on his feet -

"Privacy happens to be a very good thing."

"Yes...Very much so."

- He looked around, resting his hand on the demon's shoulder. He looked down and waved his foot slightly then looked to Verkur raising an eyebrow. This little tihng was rather amusing to even himself but seriously, he could walk...it wasn't like he was going o run off now or something...A quick movie clip played in his head..he kicks Verkurin the nuts, opens his wings flies as quickly as possible, is grabbed by Verkur suddenly and then feels a lot of pain. He winced at the thought. Looking Verkur in the eyes,he said with a completely serious tone -

"Unless you plan on carrying me in, would you mind setting me down please?"

The look in those completely blank white eyes said that he too had been playing a similar movie clip in his mind. And that should be warning enough that he's quite prepared if the Angel makes any move that won't please the demon. After a moment, the demon lossened his hands and let the Angel slide down his torso until his feet were on the ground.

Then, as if with all the confidence in the world that the Angel wasn't going to run, (but only because he was really ready for the angel to flee) he turned his back, pushed the door open, and walked through, ducking his head to enter.

Inside, the room is rather bland but deffinatly not what you would call normal or unninitiate. There was a matress on the floor in the corner, no windows, a desk piled high with books (many with names written from different languages), and a high backed elegant black chair in the center of the room, it's back to the matress and door.

In the center of the room are the remains of summoning Azreal, consisting of unlit candels, a circle drawn on the ground, and a bowl.