Bound By Chains [Glitter&Sinsue]
 

This is a roleplay between the Marvellous Glitter and the Amazing Sinsue. Please, if you're not one of us, do not post. Thank you.


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Name: Azreal
Age: Unknown
Race: Elemental water/ice demon
Gender: MAle
Pic:
http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s...me/crimson.jpg

Name- Harmony Aisuru(love)

Age- 18(had to change it -__-)

Race- Human

Gender- female

Pic-
http://i984.photobucket.com/albums/a...erfocom_40.jpg
(does that age seem about right for her pic?)

[[ Yes! I love the pic sooo cute!!!!]]

Aisuru huffed as she stared out of the window of the police car that had came to pick her up after they got a call that someone was found dead in her house. She was upset of course... but she couldn't say that it was the worst thing that could have happened to her... her parents had been beating her, especially her mother so it really didn't surprise her that her mother had killed her father in a fit of drunken anger. When she found out she was going to be taken to foster care however, she was not happy at all. She had been put in foster care once before and it didn't work well. By the end of the night Aisuru had her bag packed with just a few things and snuck out her window running into the nearby forest. She ran all night, as long and as far as her tired legs would take her before she ended up sittind down under a tree by a stream. She took a drink from her canteen and picked one of the apples from above her head. Sheate the apple after cleaning it and looked around, she hadn't been in these woods before... infact this didn't look like anywhere she had ever seen before... where was she? She wasn't sure but what she did know was she was starting to get sleepy... maybe because of her running?

(what do you think?)

Azreal walked slowly, even gracefully through his woods. The trees were black, their bark had a silvery tint to them. There was frost on every blade of deep green grass and the mist was extremely thick. In the trees, growing and ripening out of season were perfect red apples. No worm or insect dared touch them, because inside them was a poison that would either paralyze, or weaken the victim, often resulting in them falling into a coma. And that night, he felt the tug and snap off the apples being taken off the tree. No he didn't feel the tree's pain, but he felt the frost cracking, his beautiful artwork snapping. And that angered him internally, but at the same time, her just grinned and walked the direction of the snap.

Seeing a small girl with beautiful turquoise eyes and silvery hair, her simply grinned. "I wouldn't have done that, were I you. Those apples are as lethal as an overdose of insulin. You're good as dead right now... Just from a few bites." He said. He clearly had no interest in helping her, much rather he took out a glimmering silver blade, sharpened on both edges to a pointed tip, a vial at the end of the blade, serving as a hilt to the weapon, swirled with the souls he collected for Lucifer. "So sad that you'll be another life I have to take..." he said, grinning as he slowly came at her.

[It's great! =) ]

(loved your post X3)

Aisuru spit out the bite of apple she had in her mouth when she heard a male voice and looked up only to see a dark looking male with a sword... who used swords now? "D-dead?! But... they look like normal apples.." she said with a frightened voice then felt her stomach turn and groaned wrapping her arms around her aching stomach and leaned forward a bit on her slightly raised knees. "Oh! My stomach." she groaned keeping her arms around her stomach before looking up at the male and had a very bad feeling as she watched him with the sword. "W-what are you doing with that?" she asked in a quiet voice and it was clear she didn't really understand anything that was going on right now.

[[ Thank you. Also he has an athame. It's commonly used to steal a witches powers but i'm switching it up by it taking souls. =) And this one may be short. In school.]]

Azreal smirked, watching her spit the apple out. "Oh no... They're apples that are perfect, flawless. Any smart human would know not to eat it." he said, coming towards her and putting the point of the athame to the girl's chest over her heart. "SHame... A girl with such enchanting eyes must be wasted. Hopefully she won't be missed." he said, ready to drive it through her heart.....

Aisuru whimpered as she pushed herself as far back as she could though still felt the blade come close to her heart. "Please sir! Please don't kill me! Isn't there anything I can do to make you not want to kill me? Please I'll do anything." she said weakly as she looked up at the dark male.

Axreal sighed, clearly not amused. "Ya know... I'll give you a chance. Say something I haven't heard people say before before I took their souls, and your alternative is Being my servant for eternity. In other words, give me a reason I should let you live." He said, taking the athame away from her heart, but making sure that she couldn't escape him. Well, she couldn't if she wanted to because he was inhuman and clearly fast... As well as stronger... And much more stunning.

Aisuru thought and looked down trying to think of what he could possibly want to hear her say. "I couldn't hate anyone even if I tried, even if you were to kill me I still wouldn't hate you because it's not the type of person I am." she said and was pretty sure no one would have ever said that to him before he killed them... she hoped no one had said that before at least.

Axreal watched her silently, until she spoke. Her words didn't shock him, though they were unexpected. This girl practically said she'd never hate someone who took her life at such a young age! How... Interesting. He knew this would probably cost him but there were plenty of other souls in the world to take and give to Lucifer. So with that, he put the blade away and picked her up bridal style and began to carry her deeper into the forest. "As my servant My command is what you live and breathe for. In exchange, I'll remove the poison from your system. It's going to hurt and it's going to take days of fever, but you will eventually be at full strength." He said, coming to a large house made entirely out of smooth granite, grooves and decor of doors were smoothly carved into the stone, but it looked as if it was naturally shaped that way.

Walking up a few steps to the large doors, they slowly opened for him, a butler standing to the side as Azreal carried the girl in, taking her into a guest room on the lower floor and laying her on a king sized bed of ivory and soft pinks as well as cherry wood for all the furniture, the room smelling strongly of vanilla. "My butler will serve you a true meal, and in your wine there will be an antidote. you must drink every drop." he instructed before turning to leave the room, losing interest in her for the moment.

Aisuru sighed when he put away the danger and flinched slightly when he picked her up though found that her body was completely limp and she couldn't move at all now. Her body felt so odd... and she was nearly passed out by the time he laid her down on a very comfortable bed... and yet it wasn't as comfy for the fact she still had her backpack and canteen on her... but she just couldn't find the strength to move and take either off... or even speak.

Azreal left the room as the butler brought in the food and wine, removing her backpack and other uncomfortable unnecessary items from the girl, setting them by the bed. He then called in a maid who helped feed the girl, then ushered the butler out as she undressed her for bathing, put her in a warm silk nightgown and tucked the girl in. The butler and maid knew all too well how this would go down. They helped give the idea of the poisonous apples for their master. And so they knew how to cure it.

"Now rest. You'll be weak for a few days. But with rest and the medicine, you will have your strength back soon." she promised, leaving the girl to rest for the night.

Aisuru didn't really care for being touched too much... in fact she kept flinching away... but she was still finding it too hard to move to do anything for herself. When she heard the maid she managed to nod and closed her eyes to sleep. This wasn't the most ideal situation... but somehow it still seemed better then the foster home... how could that really be true though? She almost DIED!... she could still die... she didn't understand but she supposed she probably wouldn't. She sighed and was soon fast asleep not really seeming too worried about anything.

Azreal sat in his study, reading book for the night and leaving for his hunt again in the morning. He didn't let the girl back at his house affect him. He had a task, collecting souls for Lucifer. And she wasn't getting in the way. She did plague his thoughts though. How could one truly not hate someone who will kill them? It made no sense to him. But it didn't matter at that moment. He was taking the soul from a victim, feeling the energy pulse through the blade as he drew out the soul, the milky mis flowing into the vial that served as the hilt, and once he finished with that victim he went to another.

He continued this, victim after victim until he had enough, and he went back to his house, checking in on the girl, the dagger in a holder at his hip. He stood over her silently, watching her rest and making sure she was asleep before putting a hand 4 inches over her and gently tugging all the poison from her, a black mist lifting into his hand, turning into a perfect red apple. And he got rid of it, tossing it out a window before sitting at a chair beside her bed, reading a book and waiting for her to wake.

Aisuru slept through the night and most of the next day though did stir when she felt a tugging and almost a pain as the sickness was pulled from her body and within about ten minutes she slowly awoke and groaned some before moving a bit and turning over only to see the demon that had caught her the day before sitting in a chair reading. She wasn't sure what to say to him so instead waited to see if he was going to say anything to her.

Azreal sat down, looking at her with the cold silvery eyes of a killer. He knew she didn't know what to say. Neither did he. Nor did he want to say anything to her. But he assumed she'd have questions. But she was sitting there silently starting at him like a lamb with it's tongue cut out, unable to bleat and cry for help when the wolf was in front of it. It was irritating. She was alive! He helped her live and he could have killed her! She should be trying her hardest to repay him for that much. Her soul could possibly cost himthe high standing with Lucifer that he was gaining and trying to keep.

Glaring hard into her eyes, he waited another moment, getting up, pretending as if he was going to leave. Hopefully she said something. Otherwise, his trip to her room was pointless.

"Thank you... for not killing me and healing me..." Aisuru said in a quiet and meek voice. "I'm Harmony Aisuru... but everyone I know calls me Harmony..." she said softly and you could tell she was still a little jumpy and skittish... but at least she spoke a little. "May I ask your name?" she asked softly wanting to know what to call him... or what he wanted her to call him by. Even being here with a demon seemed better then being with her foster parents... at least he would probably feed her and actually let her sleep in a real bed.

Axreal looked back at her, not smiling. His face void of expression as he looked the girl over, his eyes flashing slightly but then he looked back into her eyes. "You are my servant. It's be appropriate if yuo call me master or Sir." he said simply, his voice beautiful, but cold and car at the same time. It had a mysterious edge that often appealed to people. Mostly women. "Do your best to earn your keep. And your best means knee bleeding work. I am not going to be gracious just because you are different. You will have fineries if you do ou chores and you job." he said, , going over to touch her hair, looking deep into her eyes. "And know this, If you ever disobey me, you lose all of this and your soul." he said, running his fingers through her hair, his hand surprisingly warm and inviting.

Pulling away from her, he walked out of the room to his study.

Kasuru nodded then thought for a second. "Wait do I have chores to do today?" she asked after she recovered from his touch... he had such a light and inviting touch... warm and almost caring... but he acted to cold, how could he feel so warm when he was evil and she knew it? Or maybe not evil... just not very kind...

Azreal sighed from his study. "Think for yourself darling..." He called from a room not far away. And for a reason. If he ever needed to call for her, she was near. But at that point, he somewhat regretted helping her. She had yet to learn how to think completely independently. But who knows, maybe she had talents that would make up for that.

"O-okay..." Kasuru said before slowly stood, a little off balance, and looked in the dresser finding some clean clothes to wear before heading off to find a maid so she could ask what there was for her to do. "Excuse me... I'm sorry for bothering you but is there something I can help with?" she asked softly to a maid she spotted in the hall and hoped that she didn't get snapped at or anything.

The maids looked at the girl and rolled their eyes. They couldn't speak, only one could. and they knew that her usefulness didn't mean just house chores. "Entertain the master. He reads too much. Get him to speak, maybe. He saved you for a reason. Figure out what it is." The maid said who could speak. "He always has method to madness, trust." she said, finishing the dusting with the other maids before heading off for their freetime.

"Okay..." Kasuru said softly before heading off looking for her new 'master' wondering what they meant by 'intertain' him. When she found his study she knocked on the door but stayed quiet waiting for Azreal to look at her and toll her to come in. She wasn't sure exactly what to maids meant but she would try her best anyway.

Axreal didn't look up. "Come in..." He said absently, reading once again while sipping on some wine. The book he was ready was interesting, thought it did nothing to soothe his boredom. In fact, he set the book down, poured another glass of wine and motioned for her to sit and have a cup with him. "What is it you need?" he asked her, not kindly, but not menacingly either. He was in a neutral mood at the moment. He just hoped he stayed that way.