His advancement now ceased, Orias stood at arm’s length from his captive audience.  An audience of one, but no matter.  He extended his right hand, palm turned upward.  The fountain pen lay there innocently.  “Take it,” he implored, “for it is now yours.”  Warily, Zuureth reached for the writing instrument, cradling it in his own right hand.  His eyes widened as he looked upon an already grinning Orias.  “Yesss, you feel its weightlessness, do you not?” the guardian demon asked.  His responses were an awestruck expression as well as a barely noticeable nod.<br/><br/>“That, my friend, as I’m sure you’ve already surmised, is no ordinary fountain pen,” he said matter-of-factly.  Zuureth could only stare at it in wonder, until his mentor’s next words of instruction snapped him out of his trance.  “Now drop it.”  Not the least bit surprised at his hesitation, Orias repeated his request.  Further reluctance, however, resulted in an impatient statement.  “Hear this now, Zuureth,” he calmly began.  “I am here for your benefit, to guide and assist you in any way I can.  This does not in any way mean I will help you directly in returning those names to our Dark Lord.  I am here for guidance and advice.”  Satisfied that his point had been made, he went on.  “So when I tell you or ask you to do something, there’s a very good reason why.  Now, drop the pen.”<br/><br/>A quick learner, Zuureth merely flipped his upturned palm sideways while simultaneously moving it away.  He stared in disbelief as the pen remained floating where his palm had once been.  Orias was enjoying this way too much, as his smile quickly widened.  Motioning toward his right with a head bob, he then said, “Now throw it as far as you can.”  A brief pause, but only brief, his pupil reared back and flung the writing tool far over the railing.  Turning to say something, the pen’s sudden reappearance to its original mid-air position quelled any words on Zuureth’s tongue.  Orias was in full swing now, excitedly proceeding with his explanations.<br/><br/>“This pen will never leave you, nor can it ever be broken, and it will always write, never running out of ink,” he said.  Clearly in his element, Orias casually paced around the balcony, knowing he had Zuureth’s undivided attention.  “If someone were to steal it from you, it would promptly return.  If you were to absentmindedly forget it somewhere, it would again return to you.  Don’t ask me how any of this is possible.  Just accept it all as fact.  Bottom line is this: It will follow wherever you happen to be, but I do suggest you secure it in a pocket or something similar.  We can’t have a floating pen following you to all ends of the globe.”  Both demons agreeably laughed at this inane yet accurate remark.<br/><br/>Not quite done, Orias said, “The day this pen leaves your side is the day you return the last name etched on your body to our Prince of Darkness.  And the manner in how you send them back requires just one drop of their blood.”  He nodded toward the pen, which was still floating.  “Uncap it, please,” he requested.  When Zuureth had accomplished the simple task, his advisor continued.  “You will notice its tip is much finer and sharper than necessary for a writing implement.  That is because writing with it is secondary; its primary purpose is to penetrate the skin of all those tattooed names adorning your body.  And another thing about those marks,” he stated, nearly forgetting.  “If you are shirtless or even naked, they fade from view if human eyes are gazing upon them.  I realize I’ve said earlier to always wear long sleeves and pants.  That, however, applies only to supernatural beings, because truthfully, I do not know if there are any etched on your body.  You and I can see them, but then, we’re not human.”  He grinned at the obviousness of his statement.  “It also doesn’t matter where you decide to draw blood from.”<br/><br/>Orias happily offered an example, not that his audience asked for clarification.  “Say you’re behind some lovely, pumping her as you bask in the delicious sight of her jiggly ass.  And let’s assume her name is somewhere on your body.  Her ass would be perfect for drawing blood.  Just be sure you cum<i>before </i>you poke her for that blood, because once you do, she’ll vanish right before your eyes, instantly on her way back to our Master.”  He then feigned sorrow, with pouty lips thrown in for good measure.  “Because it would be a sad day indeed if you sent her back prior to releasing your load.”  Zuureth frowned as Orias suppressed a smirk.<br/><br/>His guide paused in case there were any questions or concerns.  Pleased that there were none, he moved along.  “When you are near your prey, his or her respective tattoo will pulsate, alerting you to not only where the tattoo resides on your body, but also that you are getting close.  The closer you are, the stronger the pulsation.  Upon deliverance of your victim, you will feel a burning sensation.  This is simply letting you know that your hunt was successful and the mark has been completely removed, leaving no residue of any kind.”  Sure that he covered everything that needed to be covered, he asked, “Any questions?”<br/><br/>Reflecting on all that had just been laid out before him, Zuureth asked, “So what do we do now?”  Orias smirked, anticipating the question.  “What we do now, my friend, is track that blonde and brunette you had your jollies with.  One of them is your first target.”