#7dvls

[royal-descent]

Val hastened to finish the ritual to summon the demon he was seeking out, he had brought all the ingredients to the crossroads and waited till just the right moment in the evening when he could do what the scroll had said.

His fingers scrawled the runes in the dirt, and he spilled drops of his blood into the circle, and then he held his breath and waited. Waiting to see if his bold gamble paid off.

@7dvls

[thelostboylonelyworld]

The mental tension was high and suspended as well as Caim’s breath when Dorian stalled. The silence that followed was absolute, magnifying and materializing the apprehensiveness while anxiety in its quietude felt so heavy and thick that they almost could be cut with a knife.

The man’s words didn’t make anything less uncomfortable. Caim always assumed he was a human once, and even though he had his fare share of human victims, to see it materialized in another beings acts felt…bothersome.

Caim blinked twice again, and strangely lethargically, as his brain assimilated the information about werewolves and…perhaps he should sit.

When he thought his mind perhaps was shutting down, when things all around him started to seem too bright and sharp and simultaneously smudgy and foggy, and he felt too self aware of the cold sweat dripping down his temples, his attention was caught by the man raising up and then with a light motion of a finger all blood and carnage disappeared and Caim was left overwhelmed in so many ways he bared reacted besides the blue large orbs widening.

And then azure hues locked in forest greens.

Magic? Okay, he was receiving too much information and he felt that he would crack soon.

Caim hadn’t noticed. Caim noticed everything. Yet he only surfaced to real awareness when he saw the form of a white card between long elegant fingers. But they weren’t quite… right. The out line of the white card against the dark that framed it was….shaky? Perhaps, unfocused. Caim’s brows frowned. He looked to his own pale hand stretched midway in Dorian’s direction, but his attention was driven elsewhere. As soon as he looked down he detected his own chest was moving unnaturally quick, and then he came aware that his breath escaped of his lips loudly, he was panting, he was panicking.

He tried to grasp forward the card, the man or anything really, as he felt his own weight working against him as he felt drowning in the darkness behind and under him.

@7dvls

"I have no intentions to harm you. I only harm humans."

He stalled for a moment at that.

"And the occasional deer; but that usually happens if I'm hunting with a pack of werewolves. There is a pack that enjoys my company from time to time. Hell hounds are the fathers of werewolves after all."

He stood slowly, and looked around at the carnage he had left. His feral head had made a mess. Luckily his current head could do something about it.

A snap of fingers, and the blood and carnage vanished. It would appear in the nearby woods for the animals to eat. The area was clean. Even the symbols that he had painted on the walls were gone.

"It is not my intention to frighten you. The denizens of Hell do not harm those of the Supernatural world. Your magic. Your hunger. Even in the moments when I am most lost to insanity; you would be safe with me."

The hell hound wanted to move closer. His fingers tingled where he had touched the other's cheek.

Pulling something out of his pocket, he gently handed it toward the other.

"And I don't want to fuck you. I want something deeper than that. But since you want me to leave you alone to prove it...take this. It's my contact information. If ever you need help, you can call me. Is that agreeable?"

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[royal-descent]

"Pleasure..." Val said softly he had known normal human pleasures. A full belly, a warm bed. Soft sheets. A hug from a friend. But never anything like sexual pleasure before and he had certainly never cum. That was not allowed. He swallowed hard as he nestled into Alaric as the world melted away.

They appeared in a bathroom and he looked around in aw. Slowly moving to sit in the chair he swallowed hard looking up at the demon from where he sat. Surprised demons had bathrooms at all really.

He closed his eyes. he had always been proud of his thick lovely hair, the dense mope of silky brown strands had always been a source of pride and vanity for Valentin.

"Um you said I will be immortal? Will have powers like you?"

"For some it is painful. The torturing of a soul until it snaps."

This is what happened to him.

"For you, it will be in pleasure. You will cum over and over, and be filled with my essence until it transforms you."

He wrapped his arms around the other, as the world melted away and they arrived in a large bathroom done in marble.

"Sit"

He pointed to the closed toilet seat as he grabbed up his clippers.

"You will come to love me, you know. Because that is what I want. I want you to want me. And I will answer any questions you may have."

The buzzers started.

"Relax."

[royal-descent]

"Oh...demons are...more civil than books would make you seem." Val wiped his eyes and got up from his knees taking Alaric's hand and moving into the kiss on this cheek he held onto the demon.

"You can just take me to our new home...they don't want to see me or say good bye. I'm a burden to them. it's why I summoned you so I could pay them back in some way." he said softly as he sniffled. "Does becoming a demon hurt?"

"Not sex."

He frowned.

"My Lord Lucifer has some laws though not many. Consent is important to all demons. Or at least those who are smart."

He lifted the other's chin.

"Up on your feet. I'll let you say goodbye to your family and meet you outside. Then I will take you to your new home where we will shave your head."

He kissed the other's cheek.

"And being your transformation."

[royal-descent]

Val whined softly as his hair was stroked and tugged on. What a choice was this? Fucked by a demon or punished by losing a part of his pride. HIs mouth was dry, he wanted to be brave and just see the demon's cock. But he was terrified of what it might be like. Horned? Demonically large?

"I...I will let you punish me." he said softly swallowing hard his eyes never leaving Alaric. He was too scared to be hard himself even if he felt himself attracted to the other physical body.

"C-consent in hell is a thing? I thought demons take what they want."

"Yours. But when it comes to sex, the choice is always yours."

He sighed.

"Damn my soft spot."

He tugged gently at Val's hair, soothing it.

"I can either let you suck my cock...if you want to. Fuck you...if you want to. Or I can deliver a punishment. Such pretty hair...If you do not want the sex...then it'll be gone. A punishment for not wanting me. Yet."

He sighed.

"But know this. Even in Hell, consent for sex is important. Demons who take it without consent get tortured."

[royal-descent]

Val nodded as he nervously moved forward, wrapping his arms around the demon's shoulders leaning up to kiss the other on the lips. He was scared but he also was excited. He was going to get what he wanted. His wish. He kissed the demon softly at first his mouth opening to deepen it so he could taste him fully.

As the kiss broke, he unbuttoned his shirt pulling it from his well muscled torso. Getting on his knees he looked up at the other with those wide green eyes. "I'm y-yours now." he said softly.

"A kiss seals the deal. Kiss me, and your family will have everything back. The money. The nobility. All that you asked. But I will sample you tonight. After we seal the deal, you will drop to your knees and suck my cock. When I cum, you will devour every drop and then lick me clean."

He smirked at Val.

"And then I will take you home...and I will breed you. It's the first step in your transformation."

[thelostboylonelyworld]

Caim’s head jerked back abruptly as the man-creature- thing bared his teeth to attack. It was happening, he was going to die. And then when he thought the other would lunge at him he turned and started to pace.

Yes, well, after the massacre surrounding them and the show of emotional instability Caim didn’t doubt at all of the man capacity of taking whatever or whoever he wanted.

Hell.

Well, that brought another layer of ice cold pain to his frightened blood. Wasn’t he lucky? He didn’t even had a religion, he didn’t even knew if he believed in God, angels and demons and- that wasn’t time for a spiritual crisis when his life was at stake. He had to find a way to get alive, unharmed and inviolate.

Caim gazed the now cylindrical pile of ashes that once formed his cigarette between his fingers. And then he spoke the word: vampire.

The librarian blue eyes snapped back at the man completely baffled.

How he-?

“How you-?” He stopped himself mid question. Well, he was a supernatural being, he supposed they knew how to identify another… even though he didn’t really consider himself a true vampire.

Lit up… lit up…oh! The burning sensation, that’s what it was? Well, he really didn’t know what to do with that information.

“… And what means… to be compatible?” Caim asked cautiously. You see, he wasn’t heartless, but as much information he could get to survive, better. And he knew that emotional unbalance were the best moments to get that.

Caim observed the man sit and speak about his beautiful appearance and a smile cracked in his lips. It was such a simplistic, almost puerile idea. That, of beauty being able to open any door. He thought adults could not harbor such oversimplified beliefs. That made him feel strangely… belonging.

Caim squatted in front of the man. Tilting his head lightly so he could search their eyes easier. If he told anyone that he knew what he was doing exactly at the moment, it would be a lie.

But attaining to the truth, he was fucking fearing for his life still. He should be running.

“ Well, that’s not how things work with me. Not the lack of courting or how I eat. I am different. As I believe you are too.” He tried, his voice a gentle, warm timbre, echoing with the comforting softness of a lullaby. Perhaps empathy could save him.

“ But I can’t help you with what you want of me.”

Once again Caim’s head jerked back lightly. Yes, he was hungry, in a myriad of ways that not even him was able to comprehend. And now looking into the man’s eyes he wondered if it was more than one meaning to his ask. Yet, no hunger could worth more than his life. Which… it didn’t made any sense… and Caim’s confusion was absurdly clear in his large blue eyes.

“ Wait… you said you wanted to devour me…there is no need for you to find me nourishment if your intention is to kill me.”

And then he wished to slap himself. He had just reminded a violent killer, one that he just denied, that they could kill him. Very clever.

Caim stood up thinking if there were any possibility of him getting alive if he started running now.

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Dorian snapped his teeth and snarled.

"That is not how beings of Hell work. We see what we want and we take it. We do not court like foolish mortals!"

He paced back and forth. He was agitated. It was close to the month when Hell Hounds mated and created offspring with one another. Far from Hell, he had no one.

But he was on a mission from Lucifer. A mission to spread fear.

"You lit up when I drew the sigil on you. We are compatible...vampire."

He huffed and sat down heavily on the ground, in perhaps the only spot that wasn't covered in blood.

"I could provide for you. Lure victims in with my pretty face. You would never go hungry."

He held up a heart now. The only one he hadn't eaten.

"Are you not hungry?"

[royal-descent]

"I-I" Val swallowed was he willing to give up being human? Being a demon's servant was one thing but made into his lover? He was nervous but he had set about to do this. To make the other grant his wish no matter what.

"O-ok I agree to this deal. I um....what do we do now? I agree." though he had been willing to trade when he held most dear it felt like he was getting out of this a bit easily. He looked at the handsome demon and wondered if he really was a demon after all. Were demons so lovely?

"The price is life, not beauty and your freedom. Ten years is the general price. That is...you would get ten years of life before your soul was taken to Hell. However as I'm King, my deals are Five years."

He walked around the other, taking in the other's body. He was beautiful. Alaric's cock was rock hard.

"Tell you what. I've been seeking a mate. Someone to warm my cock with. Someone to breed. I would grand your deal...and in return you would get immortality. You would no longer be human by the end. You would be a demon. My demon. Mine to fuck as I please. Mine to treat as I please. But with it...comes a lust for destruction. YOu will desire to kill. You may even seek to kill your own family in the end. The process would take five years. But during that time you could visit them from time to time."

[thelostboylonelyworld]

Caim restrained himself of moving when he saw the other being extend his hand towards him, approaching him with unwavering resolution and eerie focus. Caim just closed his eyes, expecting for the worst while he felt cold fear paralyze his spine. When finally the bloody fingers touched the skin of his cheek, Caim winced faintly. For his complete surprise they were warm and unexpectedly soft and it moved against his sling in different directions before it finally moved away. Yet the loss of warmth didn’t had time to be felt, for, in the same second where the other’s long fingers touch he felt a expanse of strange warmth, a burning arising inside his flesh not unlike apricity. And it was so soft that in that millisecond his squeezed eyes relaxed and from parted lips a gentle sigh escaped.

And then a clap of hands made him open his eyes dazedly to focus confusedly in the man dancing in front of him. Only one word danced in his mind: unpredictable. And therefore dangerous. And then the man excitedly spoke of devouring him and any placidity his stuttering heart had acquired was now gone. Fear threatened to corrode his insides once more. And when the man approached him once more sniffing, touching him, both with his hands and gaze. Those two eerie globes that seems to pierce his very soul.

The librarian could almost feel the heat of the creature’s breath tickling against his hair, so close he was. And something inside him shifted. His stomach clenched with the contact in a weird way. He felt certainly threatened, and yet the words said like that-sounded like a promise. An attempt of seduction. And Caim definitely wasn’t understanding the mixed signals of his own body reactions. So once the being stopped speaking, Caim moved his face so now he was able to look to their eyes.

“ Thanks, dude. But no. For both.”

He chuckled charmingly.

“ You know how they say: buy me a drink first?”

He joked. Noticing his words could be taken wrongly a second too late, he added.

“ But really, I get very flattered, but these is not kind of my thing.”

Yes, be devoured really wasn’t his thing. Even if life sucked, he was quite attached to it. And have relations, well, demanded contact, what demanded risk, and what inevitably led to hurt. In this case denying the creature seemed that would led in hurt as much as saying yes.

Now, how he would charm his way out, and with life seemed a mystery to him. He tried.

“ I just have some really important things to do, so..”

@7dvls

Dorian moved closer, reached out, drew a symbol on the other's cheek. The symbol glowed faintly, causing Dorian to clap his hands together and dance a bit.

"Oh wonderful! You are delightful! You will be delicious...that is...if you wish to be devoured."

His eyes seem to change, looking darker, but sanity seems to have returned. Like the predator he is, he circles the other, sniffing from a distance before getting in close and sniffing at the other's neck, a hand resting on the other's belly, squeezing gently, claws scratching in a ... comforting . . . sort of way.

"Would you like to be devoured?"

His voice is sensual now.

"To be mated?"

[royal-descent]

"Money. I need my family's name, reputation, and fortune restored. I would offer you..." Val paused and licked his lips he no longer had any worldly posession his family selling everything they had just to keep their mansion. They were nobles with land and a title but nothing else. Disgraces in court.

"I will offer you my beauty." Val had always been proud of his looks, his beauty was lauded among the nobles and commoners alike. "My beauty, and my freedom will be yours. If you can grant my wish."

Big green eyes, perfect creamy tanned skin, soft lips, muscles that rippled and flexed. A crown of gloriously silky and dense brown hair, that always flowed and laid just perfectly. If was as if his beauty was a gift from the gods themselves. It was all he had to give.

Alaric appeared in a swirl of red, a raised eyebrow looking at his summoner.

He was beautiful, and it made his cock hard to think about what he could do to him.

"What is your desire?"

The other already had beauty so surely that was not it. So what was it?

[thelostboylonelyworld]

Caim had just adjusted his leather jacket while lighting the cigarette between his lips. His mind was distant and tired. He just wanted to finish the job, kill some gang dude and go home. That when the scent of blood reached him and reminded each fiber of his being why he was out at night: the hunger.

So Caim walked calmly, hopeful that his prey was already hurt, making his job easier when he halted in place, his blue large eyes wild like the ones of a puppy, completely in shock, it didn’t dare to move away of the predator. His heart racing and the fear spreading, eating away each cell, nerve and ramifications, flesh, bone and marrow.

Fuck! He was so fucked! He would die ! He was so fucking holy fucked! He would die!He would die!

Caim flickered his cigarette between his fingers with a serene, clean elegant motion, so the excess of ash fell on the bloody ground, and with a brain melting grin, with no lacking sensuous mirth he chuckled warmly.

“ I am, aren’t I?”

His bass, soothing voice echoed quietly amused.

He winked nonchalantly. Checking the predator intensely from head to toe, quite collected.

@7dvls

Does that make me Insane?

@thelostboylonelyworld

"Not human..."

He looked at the other being in the 'den'. He was not human. Which meant he was safe from Dorian's hunter. So hungry.

Bodies lay around him, each heart eaten. There were strange symbols written in blood on the walls. The floors. The ceiling. Blood and blood and blood.

The hell hound looked at the other.

"You look delicious."

[thelostboylonelyworld]

Caim’s head jerked back a third time in the same night, eyes closing in clear confusion. In the question of milliseconds the man in front of him changed completely, from his posture, to his voice and intonation. If it wasn’t from the blood staining his lips, descending to his chin and clothes he would have thought this was another person completely. He lightly shook his head trying to grasp some sense of reality before gazing back and down to the man again.

“Yes, I am familiar with the usage of that word to such purpose. Yet, everything surrounding us do not work in your advantage for me to believe in what you say, do it?”

He asked slowly, his sapphire large eyes quiet and suspiciously cautious didn’t avert from Dorian’s figure nor the green emerald that were his eyes.

Caim didn’t gave him his name.

“Uhu.” He gave a half nod of acknowledgment to the new information. Things were confusing, by now he didn’t know if the guy was just delusional and believed he was indeed a three headed dog or if he should really believe in the truth of such words. Truth or not, both of them felt dangerous, if the bloody mess around them wasn’t real enough, the bloody heart on the other’s hand would do the job just fine. And now Caim’s large eyes were kept fixed on the dead organ.

Caim himself didn’t know if his origin was of human nature. All he read about what he was supposed to be started with humanity. Which made the meaning of Dorian’s words even less clear to him. Perhaps, was just his mechanism of fly or fight acting up, seeing a myriad of threats for second.

He killed humans. Yeah, no kidding!

And then the heart was being thrown away like an empty chocolate packaging with such frivolous insolence, that Caim felt the pain of this as if it was his own heart amidst the blood and mud. Something sunk once more inside his stock and a continuous cold sensation inside his nape seemed to keep his mind sharp.

The new informations coming from Dorian’s lips seemed both too slow and too much inside his mind. Caim’s head lightly shook again trying to gasp the meaning of such words. He blinked lethargically.

“W-What?”

Caim, against any self preservation and common sense, retreated from the man’s touch a few steps. His insides felt like in the edge of hyperventilating, bursting. He moved his palms open and up in a pacifier gesture, as he blinked multiple time.

“ Don’t, dude. Just- I am not interested, okay? It’s very flattering, but I don’t want to be courted, or your blood, or anything-”

A nervous snort escaped his lips as he tripped over the words.

“ You can’t really believe I will trust you after all of that, can you?”

He gesticulated to their surroundings.

“If you really care enough to want to fuck me, the biggest proof you can give me is leaving me alone.”

Caim’s wished truly badly to say he had said that with composure, coolness and style but he was hyperventilating, weathered by the fear of death or worse.

He wished to have said something clever, something that made, at least, the other fear him and leave him alive. Any hunger had disappeared as the idea of eminent death touched his soul.

Yet what most terrorized him was that he still could feel the phantom warmth of Dorian’s touch in his skin, like burning fingerprints in carbon paper.

And the thing was, he was so fucked, it didn’t even felt unpleasant. Not at all.

@7dvls

Caim’s head jerked back abruptly as the man-creature- thing bared his teeth to attack. It was happening, he was going to die. And then when he thought the other would lunge at him he turned and started to pace.

Yes, well, after the massacre surrounding them and the show of emotional instability Caim didn’t doubt at all of the man capacity of taking whatever or whoever he wanted.

Hell.

Well, that brought another layer of ice cold pain to his frightened blood. Wasn’t he lucky? He didn’t even had a religion, he didn’t even knew if he believed in God, angels and demons and- that wasn’t time for a spiritual crisis when his life was at stake. He had to find a way to get alive, unharmed and inviolate.

Caim gazed the now cylindrical pile of ashes that once formed his cigarette between his fingers. And then he spoke the word: vampire.

The librarian blue eyes snapped back at the man completely baffled.

How he-?

“How you-?” He stopped himself mid question. Well, he was a supernatural being, he supposed they knew how to identify another… even though he didn’t really consider himself a true vampire.

Lit up… lit up…oh! The burning sensation, that’s what it was? Well, he really didn’t know what to do with that information.

“… And what means… to be compatible?” Caim asked cautiously. You see, he wasn’t heartless, but as much information he could get to survive, better. And he knew that emotional unbalance were the best moments to he that.

Caim observed the man sit and speak about his beautiful appearance and a smile cracked in his lips. It was such a simplistic, almost puerile idea. That, of beauty being able to open any door. He thought adults could not harbor such oversimplified beliefs. That made him feel strangely… belonging.

Caim squatted in front of the man. Tilting his head lightly so he could search their eyes easier. If he told anyone that he knew what he was doing exactly at the moment, it would be a lie.

But attaining to the truth, he was fucking fearing for his life still. He should be running.

“ Well, that’s not how things work with me. Not the lack of courting or how I eat. I am different. As I believe you are too.” He tried, his voice a gentle, warm timbre, echoing with the comforting softness of a lullaby. Perhaps empathy could save him.

“ But I can’t help you with what you want of me.”

Once again Caim’s head jerked back lightly. Yes, he was hungry, in a myriad of ways that not even him was able to comprehend. And now looking into the man’s eyes he wondered if it was more than one meaning to his ask. Yet, no hunger could worth more than his life. Which… it didn’t made any sense… and Caim’s confusion was absurdly clear in his large blue eyes.

“ Wait… you said you wanted to devour me…there is no need for you to find me nourishment if your intention is to kill me.”

And then he wished to slap himself. He had just reminded a violent killer, one that he just denied, that they could kill him. Very clever.

Caim stood up thinking if there were any possibility of him getting alive if he started running now.

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