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Vincent paused at the words. Then truly uncharacteristicly of him, he laughed. A truly honest, bright, warm laugh. He leaned against the wall a bit as it escaped him. His eyes followed the male down the hall. He followed for a moment, before wrapping an arm around the other's waist. He pulled him close, so his back pressed to Vincent's chest. Leaning down his breath was hot on the back of the other's neck. "I can't break it...and now that I have you...who says I want to" he whispers in his ear, before teasingly grazing the tender flesh of his upper ear inbetween his teeth. He turned on his heel after a moment, and walked to his room, one place no human had ever been. |
His body tensed at the feel of the demon’s arm being wrapped around his waist his red eyes peering down at the arm. He could feel his heart beating frantically in his chest, as if it might escape from its cage at any moment. “…Don’t say such things…” He muttered underneath his breath as he clutched at the arm holding him to the demon. His grip tightened as he felt teeth gaze the top of his ear and he took in a sharp intake of air. Sion’s body went practically limp as he was released and he hunched over placing his hands on his knees taking in as many ragged breathes as he needed to, to make his breath right again. “…I…am not a child anymore, damn it.” He huffed as he stood up and turned to watch Vincent enter into his room. His eye narrowed slightly as he peered at the door. He’d never been in his room, nor had he ever wanted to. The thought alone frightened him into never attempting it, but at this moment he wasn’t in his right mind. He was upset and embarrassed by what had just happened. “Where are you going?” He asked loudly as he marched over to the door looking at it hesitantly before he opened it. “We have things still have things we must do today.” He said as he pushed the door open peeking into the room. |
It was with pure relief that he followed the servant, this time human, into the mansion. Being relieved he was quite happy to wait in the study. he took out his notes, and the box that held the evidence he claimed. It wasn't much, but he hoped it could get him a look at the contract itself. the new one held by the family here. He had to win this. It was the only thing that had given him purpose. What else could he do then to gain power to his family. If he did, then perhaps he would get the respect he deserved as the family head. perhaps his uncles would stop.... He shook his head not letting in the memories and feelings of the past. Those he kept locked away tightly, folded in a sheet of family honor and responsibility.
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The room pitch black, the curtains were drawn closed. A single candle lighted a black desk, papers strewn out about it. The door slams closed trapping the male inside, the demon appears before him backing him to the door. "You dare come into my domain willingly boy?...I may never let you out" he says resting an arm above the young male. He looked down at him as he did. The room growing cold, whispers came from the darkness closing in around them. Shadows like hands reached towards the males. He smiles a bit wondering what the male would think of the little show. |
His eyes darted to the light from the outside hall as it disappeared before him suddenly. His hands desperately felt the door looking for the handle. 'I shouldn’t have come in…’ He thought as he looked up as the demon appeared be for him. He backed up further into the door pinning his own hands behind his back. His frantic heart beat was pounding in his ears and he wonder is if the demon could hear it, but that was a ridiculous question, of course he could. “..L-let me out, this is no time for your games.” He stammered as he peered up at him through his hair. His palms were beginning to sweat as he tried to slowly pull them out from behind him. The voices echoing in the room froze Sion in his tracks and his shallow breath could be seen in the air. His red eyes grew wider and wider with each breath. “..Stop…Stop…” He whispered as he stared past the demon into the suffocating darkness that was trying to engulf them. “Don’t…please…” His voice was barely a whisper before he let out a small shriek at the hands that came from the darkness reaching for him. His arms frantically moved behind him trying to free themselves. When they managed to find their way out threw his hands up over his eyes in an attempt to shield himself from the things reaching out of the darkness. |
He sighs and snaps, the hands pull back and the voices stop. He lifts the male into his arms, and opens the door. He walked out into the warm sunlight of the hall and slowly sits him down. "Your fine, they will not harm you unless I will it" he says simply. "Next time knock first" he turns to go back into the room. |
He was limp in his butler’s arms as he was carried out of the room. He starred off as he was sat down. He nodded his head slowly as he watched Vincent go back into his room. After that he knew that he wouldn’t be going back in there, not unless he absolutely had to. ‘I’m just the means for his amusement.’ He thought as he began to stand up. ‘That was very much un-called for.’ Sion slowly made his way to the study where he assumed his guest would be or at least he should have been. He was still a bit shaken by what had just happened, so he took longer than he normally would have. He opened the door and a soft sigh escaped his lips as he saw the person that had requested to speak with him. “Eran Trance, what a pleasant surprise.” His words were laced with sarcasm as he took a seat. “What has brought you to my home at such an early hour?” He asked as he gave him a questioning look. // I'll be going to work in about 2 hours & I'll be there for about 5 hours, so I will be unable to reply then. |
"Yes, pleasant indeed. I had something I wanted to show you on my family's claims to your, I mean, our, demon." He brought out the cylinder placing it upon the table. The paper was an old and worn, as well as mostly burnt scroll. It resembled a demon contract and some of the words were still readable.
"contac...... Demon holding of servitude...........Family house of Trance......" there was also a few random words in demonic script legible, but he had no way to read them himself. "I believe it to be the original contract before yours was conjured up. Of course I would also like some of it translated from the demonic script. It is not in the best of shapes, but as a gentleman I'm sure you would allow me to compare the two contracts to help solve our family grievances." |
"Oh?" He took the paper and peered down at it. It was clearly not in the best of shapes and the few words that were legible seemed to be in favor of the Trance family. He placed the paper back on the table and looked across the table at the other. This was an argument he had been hoping on postponing for a while longer, but it seemed as if that were not going to happen. “I will show you my contract with the demon and if he so wishes he may translate for you.” He said idly as he looked at the other. “And if your beliefs are found un-true after seeing the ‘real’ contract. What then, will you leave and be content with what you have seen?” He asked as he arched one of his eyebrows slightly. He had his doubts that this would be the end of it. |
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