Every soul that makes a contract must come through this place. Those are the rules, and have been for many, many years. In this house, the devils rule over the desperate, preparing them for their trip downstairs. The souls of the wicked and the damned are devoured, and those that try, may earn their chances for redemption. But this house changes people. Will it change you?
Has there ever been anything you've wanted, that was worth selling your soul for? Have you ever been so desperate for a change in your life, that you made a deal with a devil? Sure, most people think that it's just an expression. No one would actually do it. No one would even know how, right? They are wrong. The devils walk among us, striking deals when people are their weakest and most vulnerable. A contract must be formed, and the debt must eventually be paid. So what happens when your time is up?
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Ah, the library. Supposedly one of those quiet places on earth that was perfect for reading. One of those places where you can just go and sit down without having to worry about anything, taken away to faraway lands for some adventure or whatnot. Yes, the library, a lovely place where the servants kept the fireplace warm and the books kept the readers' attentions, wrapped up in their silly little world.
The library, where one can take a nap without anyone disturbing them. Granted, Lal hadn't had a good sleep in a few days. His temper became shorter and shorter these past few days, blowing up over silly little things his servants and slaves did. He punished them of course, but it wasn't enough. What he really, truly wanted was a good place to rest. The library provided some cover, some semblance of peace where his room did not have. Of course, he tried to brush off his tiredness by grabbing the nearest book, some book about the mechanics of airplanes or something, and marched off towards the fireplace. He had plopped himself on the chair, flipped open to a random page, read a few sentences, before leaning back and closing his eyes.
And then he was asleep. He had been asleep for god knows how long now, but his body welcomed the rest. Lal was snoring lightly, taking deep breathes as the book lay on his lap, completely forgotten. It would be far too easy to sneak up on him and pull something, but as of now he was dead to the world, for once not being disturbed by voices.
Post by Kassian Beleth on Dec 19, 2017 16:38:47 GMT
I will walk through the fog as I welcome death
☙ Master Kassian ❧
The Fallen noble had, once again, arrived at the library to look some things over for his own pleasure. He had been needing to prepare himself for his upcoming trip anyhow, and all the knowledge he required was here within the library. He had ignored any servants, or other Masters, who were in the library as he roamed the bookshelves and pulled scrolls and other books, some in different languages, from the shelves. After which he took the gathered material to a table nearest to the fireplace, only to finally spot someone sitting in a chair looking quiet motionless.
He was silent as he observed the other, waiting for a page to turn, a hand to shift, but no he received nothing. His eyes narrowed as he carefully rearranged his materials before he silently approached the chair. He glanced towards the fire and casually flicked his wrist towards it, using his own magic to have the fire die down a bit. His eyes returned towards the being in the chair, one sniff indicating that this was a demon. Ah, one of the few, not rare indeed but rather uncommon.
Kassian's eyes then moved over to the book that lay neglected in the being's grasp, making no move just yet. However, after a few moments he leaned down and used one hand to grab the book and placed his other hand on the male's shoulder; however despite these seemingly gentle gestures the hand on the shoulder was quite firm and his claws dug in just a little. "I say...if you were to sleep I would suggest sleeping in your room, demon." He spoke finally, his voice low and smooth as he pulled the book away from the demon only to toss it aside. A servant would be along quick enough to put that away anyway. "I'm sure even Lord Belial would enjoy to have fun with you if you remained like this."
Lal's eyes snapped open. "Guh!" He looked at the Fallen wildly before he realized what was going on. "...Oh." His expression became irritated. "Hey, I can't nap wherever I want to?" he spat as he tried to wiggle out of Kassian's grip, "And I had been reading. About airplanes. You'd be surprised by how the engines worked."
Once he managed to regain his bearings, his eyes flickered to the discarded book before he looked back up at the Fallen master. "...Right, Belial. Another Fallen," he mumbled sullenly. He knew who Belial was, who wouldn't? It was because of this that he forced himself to swallow back prideful words, not wanting to draw the ire of whatever Fallen heard him. Especially not the guy in front of him.
"Just because I am a demon does not mean I'll do you any favors," he said, speaking a little louder, "I'm no one's servant or slave and I intend to keep it that way." He crossed his arms in a huff as his eyelids closed again. Really, he didn't want to interact with Fallens anymore than he wanted to, considering that most of them were masters of demon. Just...no.
Post by Kassian Beleth on Dec 22, 2017 1:18:07 GMT
I will walk through the fog as I welcome death
☙ Master Kassian ❧
The Fallen noble pulled his hand away with distaste written across his face as he watched the young looking demon react to him. At his words, however, a sigh escaped the dark-haired male. "Oh, don't go to thinking like that, child." He spoke, knowing full well that this demon probably wasn't a mere child. "Besides, you do owe me a favor for future reference. You know, for making sure Lord Belial does not find you here and completely at his mercy." He stated, placing a hand on his hip as he tilted his chin up slightly.
"And for your information, I do know how those steel traps work," he mentioned on the briefly touched topic of airplanes. He then turned and walked over to the table with his chosen material. "I should warn you, however, that you know your place in the hierarchy. Master or not, you are still below a Fallen. So remember that, demon. Also Lord Belial is not just another Fallen. He is one of the Kings of Abbadon and quite powerful. So I suggest you avoid him at all costs lest you wish to be his plaything or worse." He explained to him as he unrolled a scroll and scanned his eyes over what appeared to be chicken scratch.
"Also, I would advise you to keep that attitude of yours in check. Especially towards someone who has given you advice when you most certainly could have been ignored and be dealt with by other, more unforgiving people." Kassian looked away from his scroll to glance over his shoulder towards where the chair was, his features becoming darker in an almost warning sort of way. "Am I clear?"
Lal let out a little hiss as the Fallen talked, his anger getting the better of him. God, did he hate Fallens with uppity attitudes, but he wasn't going to say that out loud, knowing how many masters were Fallen in the Wailing House. It hadn't really occurred to him that Fallens were higher than demons when it came to their hellish hierarchy, at least, not until the Fallen pointed it out. He shut his trap immediately to avoid bitter words spewing out.
Oh he knew about the Kings alright. Who hadn't heard of them? Probably some humans or something, he didn't know. But really, he should probably listen to the Fallen when it came to that information. ...Maybe. "...Right. I'll keep that in mind," he finally managed to get out as his red eyes opened, glaring at Kassian for a moment before flicking to the book. He should probably read that, but his mood was soured so it was highly unlikely. The demon got up from the plush chair and crossed his arms.
He nearly ground his teeth as the Fallen gave his little advice. He so wanted to bite back against him, but he wasn't strong enough, he knew that. "...Yes," he answered rather sullenly as he let out a breath through his nose, "Though it is hard for me not be irritable due to lack of sleep." He paused, wondering if he should say sorry or not. "Don't you have others to talk to?" he finally asked while eyeing Kassian.
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