Rarely, rarely this particular demon is set into this mood. Rarely. This demon, Lucian, without the effects of alcohol in his system, was in a particularly bad mood in this persnickety entrance.

Despite his species, Lucien was a rather.. Well, to be blunt, he did not give off the same air as Verkur did. For the evening, he had carefully bound his blonde hair back with a sleek, red ribbon. The tie back prevented him having to constantly push back the wisps of hair from ice blue eyes. Though, it created another problem.

Following down the a-typical Once handsome demon's jawline down to his pale neck, there was a binding of stark white bandages. No blood, nothing. To observe, they seemed to be totally natural to this being. Possibly, too natural? Hiding something? Possibly his biggest weak spot that Ran secretly wants a character to attack? Oh yes, indeedy!

Anyways, after the subtlety of hints, Lucian leaned against the golden entrance of the theatre to close his eyes in the light of the street lamp. The street lamp seemed to catch a little on the shine of his shoes, and nothing else. He wasn't wearing anything particularly fancy tonight. Just black trousers, a jacket, and a normal burgandy dress shirt, left open to expose his chest a little.

Odd. He makes the habit the hide the bandages and the scars, but for tonight- tonight he did not feel his usual perky self, possibly sardonic tonight and did not care.

A jingle jangle and a sway, a jingle jangle and a sway. Torture the poor darlings in that way you do. A jingle jangle and a sway, the song and step of a delighted performer, who was in fact not a performer, making his way to the theatre. A jingle jangle and a sway, darlings, and I'm coming for you.

The song of death sounded so sickly sweet, coming from those bloodstained lips. The performer moved in tune to the music which should have filtered through the streets by now.

Jingle jangle, went the chains on his pants. Sway, went his hips to the beat of the song. His confident stride made him seem to glide gracefully to the Theatre, the scent of him intoxicating. He reeked. He smelled of blood. He smelled of sex. He smelled of beauty.

Jingle jangling went the young man with black hair and ice blue eyes, his bloody lips parted in song. He was not suited for this occasion, but he walked and hummed as if he were.

Jingle jangle darlin', won't you dance with me?

His boots thumped against the sidewalk, scuffing occasionally to create a new beat. A jingle jangle, honey, and the next step's the beat of your heart.

The young male sauntered up to Lucian, his feet seeming not to touch the ground anymore as he moved. The show was not standing in the theatre, but instead leaning against the entrance of it. Lucian, that tall demon, was what he was here for. He did not know him, like most shows he had recently seen, but he knew without his performance the show would be stale. Though, he lived for the spice and life in these shows and he knew that this show must go on.

He stepped beside the street lamp, his lips coming together as well as his feet. His song had stopped but his smell still remained. A smile stretched itself across his blood red lips. His piercings shone faintly on the light from the street lamp.

"It seems I'm late," he breathed in a silky, sultry voice to Lucian, "for a very important show."

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Lucian did not expect anyone in his depression to show up. He figured just the opposite. He rose an eyebrow at the unexpected visitor, eyeing up the blood red lips. His lips were just so.. mesmerising? Maybe it was his scent? Intoxicating. So many.. ing's going on.

Blue eyes finally came back into focus, looking at him straight in the eyes, "There was an important show?"

(Hee hee. Mucho love, Ran Ran. <33)

Even at his current height, a measly 5'8" without his boots, the performer leaned in a little towards Lucian, undaunted by his tallness. He cocked his head upwards and just breathed the scent of blood and perfume. He looked up into those blue eyes with that steady smile of his, not faltering as he continued to lean.

"Oh... my yes, darling," the tone was meant to soothe, "a very..." his eyes drifted to the bandages on his neck, "very important show..."

Must I use Keye as an example of how he likes tall men?

I must.

This young man adores tall men like he adored Keye. Lucian was even taller, still.

He resisted the urge to lick his lips. He looked back into those blue eyes, and it seemed he could get lost into them. He could get sucked into this foul void of depression oh so easily, but he didn't. He was still smiling.

"Why don't you come with me? You're missing the best part," he purred softly, rising on the toes of his boots to look at him closer.

But oh, was that so much easier done when he was down on the ground.

That would come a little later.

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What was this man doing? With a twinge of nervousness, his hand covered the bandage as if that could keep the attention away from it. Yes, he was depressed. Yes, he didn't care at what happened BUT his scar was a deep-rooted thing he stressed about. No amount of depression could take away his fear of someone discovering his weakest point.

Oh, conversation! A good change to take off the attention. "I'll come along." His words were softly spoken with his deep and warm voice, but his eyes gave an air of ice.

"Where is the show?" Fluidly, he moved to the side away from the spot he was leaning and also to get away from the man that kept leaning into his personal space.

(XD I'm glad. *huggles.*)

In Lucian's attempt to take attention off of the bandage, the young man became more curious, even as his curiosity laid hidden underneath the calm yet entertained facial expression he put on.

The dark-haired man slowly dropped back down on his heels, his smile fading from his lips but still lingering should a chance to be amused so sweetly come along. As Lucian inconspicuously moved away to regain his personal space, Logan swayed in his direction, taking his wrist.

"Just follow me," his honey-sweet voice traveled to Lucian.

Lucian was never good at being avoidant successfully. This matter must be no different and like all the rest, he was oblivious. Not so oblivious that he didn't note the smile slipping from the man's face. Suddenly, he felt weary. The mood change was too fast.

Gently, he tried to tug his wrist away as he obediently followed, "I'm following, but there is no necessity in holding my wrist." He didn't feel safe with his arm out stretched. He wanted it back.

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"Neccesity? Who ever said there was?" He paused and turned briefly on the heel of his boot to face Lucian. His hand was still grasping Lucian's wrist, even as he tugged it away.

He let a gentle laugh escape his lips.

"There's something that tells me that you won't enjoy this show."

Now, the young man conjured something out of the ordinary. A tongue, though not visible. It slid across Lucian's cheek.

He decided to tease him for the moment.

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"Then let go!" He didn't want to be tormented any further. The demon tried to bring up his strength, but for some reason, he just couldn't get detached. Was his strength failing him or was this.. man..? Was this man something more? Was he even a man, more specifically a mortal as Lucian once thought?

"If you think that, you shouldn't hold me captive." Lucian nearly snarled, his blue eyes burning a low, angry fire, "I've had eno- ..!"

The demon was cut short when he felt a lick. He thought it was a lick at least. His eyebrows pushed close together as a hand gently tried to wipe his cheek in confusion.

"But it's more fun to hold you captive," the young man, who I will now refer to as Logan, barely supressed another laugh.

Logan twisted Lucian's wrist ever so slightly, smiling and licking his own lips. "Mmm... my, do you taste good." The tongue slid down to Lucian's neck, and along came teeth, gently nibbling. Logan wasn't doing anything, aside from holding the demon's wrist captive.

"What are those, by the way?" he gently nodded to the bandages. "What do you seem so intent on hiding?"

Teeth sunk into the bandages.

Lucian looked horrified.

"H-how are you doing this!?" Yes, he's molested, sure, probably even raped when he was drunk. Never, EVER before has he had someone do this. Someone? Was this even a person?

Desperately, he tore to remove his wrist when the question of his bandages arose. "Nothing! Go fuck with someone else!" His free hand flew up, holding tightly to his neck. He was NOT going to be exposed.

Logan lived for the horrified looks of his victim. The smile crept back onto his face.

"You were leaning by the theatre, looking lonely. I figured I'd spice up your night. There's nobody else around," he calmly stated, ignoring Lucian's first question. He let his wrist go.

"You're the only one I want to fuck with," he flashed white teeth into a malicious smile.

The jaws detached themselves as if a snake's jaw and clamped around Lucian's hand.

"Hmm... what do you reccomend I do next? Do you have my line, director? The show must go on." He was simply toying with him now.

Lucian blinked several times befoire he was finally shaken awake. He whipped his hand off his neck to free the invisible set of teeth off. "I don't have your lines, There is no show, and -you- won't get the fuck you want!"

Infuriated and scared all at the same time, Lucian set off, trying to flee from the spot and specifically away from Logan.

"Oh. Touchy, aren't we?" Logan almost giggled, pursuing the runaway victim. Hands bigger than Logan's wrapped their way around Lucian's neck and squeezed, as he went jingle jangling down the street, chasing the fiesty demon.

"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty..." he called mockingly.

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Lucian, run as he might, needed air supply. Quickly, he dodged into an alley way, crouching behind heavy crates, his fingers scraping at the brick wall behind him, gasping for breath. He was -not- a kitten.

Blindly, he tried to push away the hands at his neck, coming down to a very low crouch on the pavement, growling out, "Slice the torturer to shreds.." With his few remaining breaths, hoping his magic would work- anything, even a cut on the hand for distraction would work.

Logan stopped, the chains on his paints shaking at the abrupt halt.

Shreds is really not what I'd call the state Logan was in. A few cuts that drew blood on his chest and stalled him, but the only thing that was reduced to shreds was his shirt. Logan was not a happy camper when it came to things ruining his shirts.

Cursing, Logan looked down in mild shock at the twinge of pain that so suddenly assaulted his upper half, face twisting into a rather irritated expression. The shirt- that, at one time, had been white- was now torn and blood red. This made Logan upset, to use a mild adjective.

The jingling of the chains became louder as Logan started running again, his boots hammering against the sidewalk.

"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. Come out, come out wherever you are. You little bastard."

The hands squeezed harder in attempt to choe Lucian, then started to pry off the bandages around his neck as Logan searched for his victim in the lonely streets near the theatre.

'Never!' His mind choked out, trying to keep himself stable. What was with this guy? Why was he so.. powerful? Lucian usually had cake walks in defending himself, but this guy.. This guy knew his weakness.

This weakness he couldn't hide anymore. Those invisible fingers were successful in tearing the bandages off forcefully, choking the demon more than the hands did at times. Lucian was reduced to a crumpled pile on the pavement, murmuring with his very last free breath of air, "Push invisible needles into his limbs.."

He was trying for unabling Logan to walk, but he didn't have much time to contemplate for his eyes began to grow droopy as he gasped for air.

Logan froze in mid-step once more, a shooting pain pushing itself into his skin, from shoulder to wrist on his right arm. It was paralyzed as of now, and the pain shocked him enough to stop his pursuit for a couple of moments. He clutched his right arm with his left hand, feeling a duller sort of pain in his legs. Even so, he stalked forward, cursing, and half-turned when he saw his victim crumpled into a heap in an alley.

"You stupid shit," he spat down at Lucian, "what did you do to me?" he asked, white-hot rage in that previously soft, silky voice.

The hands let go, but Logan spared no mercy and made up for that fact. He droved his knee into his spine, part of the way falling on Lucian from the dull but constant pain in his legs.

Daggers, as it seemed, made their way into Lucian's skin by mheans of the soft flesh on his sides. Logan was still clutching his arm and on top of Lucian.

He thought he had done well, getting his hunter off his feet. Obviously, he had been very, very wrong.

Lucian's cheek pushed against the ground with Logan's knee into his back. His concentration was broken on keeping up the spell to continually hurt the monster above him but he took the chance to 'rub' and 'hold' his neck from its' previous abuse. His main cause was the hide the scar that wrapped around his neck.

He ground out, looking out of the corner of his eye at Logan, smirking the tinniest bit, "Do you.. need to pick on someone taller?" But he couldn't continue looking at him when it felt like his sides were being sliced open. He had to look away, nearly closing blue eyes away from the world to not cry out and give the man satisfaction.

"Are you assuming I'm compensating for something?" He snarled and let go of his own arm after Lucian's spell was broken. It still felt damaged, but not nearly as much as it had when Lucian was concentrating on abusing him and keeping up his magic.

His daggers plunging deeper inside Lucian, Logan lunged to pry Lucian's hands off of his neck, knife-like black nails scratching at his skin. He crawled further up on Lucian, still attempting to get him to uncover his neck or at least scratch an eye out. He leaned further in and attempted to bite one of his fingers.

"If you're overcompensating, go fuck yourself somewhere else!"

He was too close.

Lucian couldn't understand. He was being attacked so suddenly and at so many different angles it seemed. His insides felt as if they were being torn into shreds and he nearly had his eyes grated out by finger nails. If he hadn't been through so much pain and torture, he'd probably be sobbing hysterically.

Suddenly, the demon couldn't take it. His mouth was too close to his scar. "Get away!" By the time he said that, his hands flew from his own neck, shoving at Logan blindly with as much strength as he could muster.

By the time Lucian started pushing, Logan's teeth had already latched onto the soft flesh of his neck and would not let go. Lucian was pushing against Logan, which meant that he was nearly forcing him to tear the skin off as his teeth sunk in and Lucian pushed.

Logan's nails aimed to scratch at Lucian's neck, and the daggers continued to plunge, nearly hitting internal organs.

Logan's teeth landed on the edge of the thorns on his scar and that was all it took. Lucian yelped, his most showed feature of pain as of yet, and the edge that Logan touched flared a bright light. The light was an indicator that it was reacting to his touches and by the expression of Lucien and how he suddenly went rigid-

The reaction was pain.

Logan pulled away when Lucian stopped pushing at him, staring for a moment at the bright white light coming from the edge of the beautiful and fascinating scar.

"So that's what you were hiding," he mused, smirking as Lucian yelped.

"What happens when I do..." he dragged his fingernails across Lucian's neck, "this?"

"S-stop!"

Lucian's eyes opened wide with pain and he bit his lip so hard to keep himself quite the blood trickled down his chin. With each spot Logan toched, it lit up and then dulled away, leaving the demon panting and blindly clinging for anything to keep him breathing and stable.

"Ohhh. A weak spot, is it? A tender, soft spot, hm?" He scraped his nails across the scar one more time, leaning closer near him again, pushing away clinging arms when neccesary.

"I bet it's a nice spot to bite, yes? And you taste so good," he purred in a sultry voice, nails attempting to stick into the scar now.

"I have you wrapped around my finger now, don't I?"

Despite the question mark on the end of that sentence, it was definitely a statement.

The pain was blinding. He curled into himself, screaming, "D-don't!" Frantically, his hands swiped at the nails, feeling oh so vulnerable, "Don't touch!" He hated to admit it. He was in Logan's power. Panting in pain, Lucian realized just how.. fucked he was.

Suddenly, in his delusional mind, Lucian cooked up a scheme, "If you stop, I'll..!" He'll what? He needed a good deal, but he just couldn't think of one.

When Lucian begged him not to touch, he touched. He touched harder, pressed his nails into his neck with a little more effort. "I hate beggars," he said quietly with a little sneer.

His expression almost lightened, and he took one hand away from Lucian's neck, twisting a lock of his blond hair tightly around his finger.

"I'm listening. What's in it for me?"

The daggers were releasing themselves from Lucian's skin by this point, and it'd probably hurt more coming out than they hurt going in.

Lucian screamed, his body jolting, "Stop!" Logan may hate beggars, but Lucian couldn't stop the words even if his lips were sewed shut. He couldn't take this pain. This pain.. it was too intense. So severe. It felt like it could cripple his whole body- especially since each time Logan touched him, he tore out a little bit of his magic power he had to regain over again.

The demon panted, sweat glissened(sp?) on his furrowed brow as he tried to power time, his voice hoarse, "If you stop.. I'll.." He just couldn't think of anything. "do something you want as long as it's reasonable.."

"That's not good enough. How do I know you'll agree?" Bad move, Lucian. Logan forced one of his nails into one of the thorns. "Make better options. Maybe I'll agree."

Lucian's hands curled into himself and again, he fought a muffled scream. His breathing became more erratic, "If you keep doing that.." He had to pause to take a breather, "I won't be able to do much.. I don't know what you want so I don't know what to offer you.."

Logan laughed harshly, his nails stopping for a moment. The daggers seemed to die out and wither away once they exited his body. "You're telling me that you don't know what I want? I have been giving you hell for at least fifteen minutes... and you don't know what I want? Stupid, incompetent human." He ripped the nail sticking into Lucian's scar out of his flesh, drawing blood. He lightly scraped his nails against Lucian's cheek.

"What do all men want?"

Lucian screamed, his hands flying not to cover the wounds from the daggers, but his scar. With his eyes squeezed shut, he tried to forget the pain or to at least make it bearable, "I'm not a human."

Turning his head away and using his hair as a curtain, his lips moved, but his voice barely carried out, "Seems like you just want to see pain."

"You sure do scream like one," Logan had the nerve to comment idly. Of course, this was due to him sitting on top Of lucian, straddling his chest and leaning over. He tugged at the shirt Lucian was wearing, nearly poking holes in it with his nails. He was toying with him... just toying with him.

"Besides that. What do all men want?"

Lucian had given him one wrong answer. He took his head in one hand and turned it so he was looking down at his face again. He neatly pushed away the curtain of hair. He leaned in and bit the wound he'd made on Lucian's neck, tearing away some skin.

This man was just so, so.. So vicious! A burst of his magic came bubbling to the skin in white lights, nearly foaming out of the wound he was creating. Lucian, much to his embarassment, could not bite back the scream- nor the blood that seeped out of his wounds and mouth.

Lucian felt heavy, weak. His hands fumbled, trying to grab Logan and push the smaller frame off of him. "Power!" That's all he could think of- aside from..

No! No man like this could even dream of getting close enough to another person for sex.

Desperate, Lucian murmured the repeat spell that had angered and hurt Logan so much, but the effect was nothing more than a tingle as if his limbs had fallen asleep.

"What else?" He asked in anger, pushing away Lucian's fumbling hands. His own small hands reached for Lucian's neck and pulled it closer to his mouth. He sucked and liked the blood from the wound, tasting it and savoring every last drop as if he were a dehydrated man desperate for water. He was thirsty... thirsty for blood, yet not one who belonged to the night and all of its darkness. He bit down and pulled harder, as if becoming possessed by something.

He tore more skin, even as his limbs tingled. He dropped Lucian's head onto the pavement, grabbing his shirt afterwards and pulling him right back up. The effect must have been one of dizzying proportions.

"Tell me."

Blood slid down his chin and stained his lips. But it tasted so good.

The blood of a demon.

He was unaware if he was upside down or right side up anymore. Dazed, he gave up on trying to harm Logan with magic. He did not have enough magic to do diddley- it all disappeared from when he touched him, yet the pain was the same. It hurt just as much as the very first time.

Pale and panting, Lucian could only look up at his captor. He tried to tell him the answer, but his voice was near a whisper, lips forming the word, "Sex."

Then, he felt glory was near. He decided to close his eyes shut and try to let unconsciousness take him- but it wasn't working. He was still awake, he could still feel the pain, but at least he could not -see- him.

"Louder," he demanded. "Say it louder."

Logan made an obscure hand gesture that seemed a little odd. Of course Lucian couldn't see it, but it looked like he was spinning a knife. His own knife... it didn't appear to be visible. That's why the hand gesture looked so out of place.

He traced the hand with the knife down Lucian's chest, slicing away clothing and flesh.

"Tell me... how long does it take for a demon to bleed to death?"

Yes, he'd put two and two together. He knew. He could taste it and feel it in the air. He breathed the scent deeply in through his nostrils.

It took all he had to say the word firmly and loud, but somewhere, somewhere inside he managed to say it, "You want sex." While he had the energy, "Or is it death?" He never bled to death before so he couldn't quite put his finger on how long it would take, but all he knew- he didn't want to die.

His hand slide down his body, pushing at Logan's wrist as an indication to stop already. Need he go this far? It felt almost as if he was reliving the past. Well, in the sense of going through trials of pain at least.

"Why put 'or' when you could use 'and'?" He smirked, twisting the knife into Lucian's chest. He pulled away the useless scraps of clothing, and then frowned ever so slightly.

"My... you're so... what's that word...?"

He leaned back down, running his tongue over his tomach area, letting his tongue slide into his bellybutton. He let his tongue retreat back into his mouth.

"...tasty."