‘<span style="font-style: italic"> Why do you open my prison now, fat man? </span>’ he thought darkly as he was pulled from his tiny new home. Wilkens, the dumb one, was muttering some nonsense about a Tavern and the black haired demon frowned in distaste. ‘<span style="font-style: italic"> To show me off then, like some pet?! Bastards.</span>’ His feet pressed into deep mud and other grime, the sensation made him shudder as it crawled between his toes and stained the bottom of his ragged pants. The entourage led him forward and he listened carefully to the sounds of their feet popping out of the mud and the sounds of the swinging chains to help guide his steps. They paused, reaching harder ground and a whisper came to his right. “Stairs Blackie.” The nice human, a bit naïve and childish, but he possessed a better heart than these fools. But he was still an enemy and Ruin would bite out his jugular if it meant freedom.<br/><br/>The Tavern had a pleasant aroma of rotted wood, cheap ale, and bodily fluids that perforated his nostrils and made him scrunch up his face in disgust. Human filth. The only scents that caressed his senses were the smell of pine and travels coming from someone in the room. He could barely make out any noises over the clatter of his chains up the steps and Ruin thought he had reached the top of the steps of the entry-way but he had calculated wrong and tripped up a bit. They yanked his chains as he was falling, making it hard for him to catch himself and he released an unconscious growl. Unable was he to use words or sing the songs of his people with the spell of silence on his tongue; only guttural noises and vowels was his speech now. That was when the ugly guard whom smelled like pig stench barked orders at him and dare push him in the back. ‘<span style="font-style: italic"> This is last time you insult my honor, pig!</span>’ He roared in his mind summoning what bit of his inhuman strength that wasn’t sealed away by the Limiter Cuffs on his ears, jewelry only a master could remove that was originally designed by his people, and broke his bondage. Long nails extending to become just that bit sharper and right as he felt the sensation of slicing meat his Dictator, King Captor, and Coward yelled out an order of compliance. Ruin froze as if he were a statue and the guardsman managed to escape with only a few cuts.<br/><br/>He was stuck in that unbecoming pose for quite some time. Heart beats were fluttering like caged birds in thick anticipation and tension. So he listened intently to the fat man’s badgering and talk between him and a stranger. He expected he was about to be ordered to tear the stranger that smelled of travels and worn leather apart but instead they discussed his captivity. ‘<span style="font-style: italic"> Lost me in a game Duke? Of course you have to keep up your noble appearance of being fair in front of the bar wench and Tavern owner but you’re seething right now, aren’t you. Serves you right.</span>’ He couldn’t help but let a feral grin accent his features that made Wilkens, whom had soiled himself and still sat on the floor, whimper like a lost child. Then things got insulting. He heard the steps of the Fat Captor saunter over to him and his cold, chubby flesh ran down Ruin’s cheek. He let a nervous breath escape him as his flesh crawled. Then a hand twisted up in feathery raven hair that was rather sensitive. It pulled and twisted more making him gasp in pain and try to pull away, his slave runes lighting up and piercing him with the feeling of choking that steadily led to feeling like he was being burnt alive the more he resisted.<br/><br/>“…on your knees.”  ‘<span style="font-style: italic"> NEVER!</span>’ He resisted for as long as he could, gagging on the tightening noose and his limbs spasm with electric bolts of pain until his legs betrayed him and gave out. His pride was cracking ever more each day he was stuck in bondage and if he still had eyes, they’d be burning with angry tears. “STOP! Someone yelled, their voice angry and desperate. Ruin weakly turned his head towards the voice, wishing he could still see the man saying he’d be his new Master. The Duke was not happy, his pulse skyrocketing and tapping his tongue to the top of his mouth in habit. Ruin’s hair was released and then the pain of Runic Transfer happened. Ruin gasped, shuddering as the magic bonds were moved to this new owner and a rush of emotions and sensations from this new human filled him.<br/><br/>They were connected in more than one way and the transfer left him weak and shell-less as he sagged down to lie on his side. ‘<span style="font-style: italic"> CURSE IT! This is my chance to kill the fat bastard! The new human doesn’t know how to set up a safe contract! You fail me body. </span>’ they walked over him, some stepped on him, and Ruin knew he’d be in their presence again soon enough. No way would the Duke leave things like this. The new master would be killed eventually. A nervous hand patted his hair and foot-steps skittered over to the man named Ichabod.<br/><br/>“Here.” Braveheart escaped the shadows to pet his friend and hand a note of basic instructions to Ichabod. “If you want to live, follow those, and please take care of him. I don’t think he can survive out there without his sight long.” Then the Soldier scampered back outside to catch up with the Caravan. Ruin sat up with a groan and then slowly tried to push himself off the floor. Angry with Braveheart for letting another human have the upper hand but what would one expect from their kind?! Feet managed to make it under him and he stretched to full height and reached for the other cuff on his wrist. Hand snapping the metal and freeing him of chains. With an uneasy stagger he found the nearest chair and sat. Listening for the human’s next move, still deciding what to do with him he expected. But Ruin was contemplating too. Kill the man or use this chance for his revenge against the Duke?<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> The note <br/><br/>1. Each Order must be explicit and very precise otherwise the demon will look for loopholes. The words ‘I your master Command’ or use of the Demon’s name combined with the word ‘Command’ must be said for an Order to be effective.<br/><br/>2. Immediately Order that the demon should protect and serve you. To not issue harm to you otherwise he will kill you. Might still try even with the order.<br/><br/>3. Every order not followed gives excruciating pain to the demon that worsens and worsens until he complies or passes out. <br/><br/>4. Ruin as he is called has a spell of silence of his tongue. This is because he is an S-class demon that knows Magick Song Spells. These are highly dangerous but if given the order that he can’t harm you or use spells on you, you should be okay to release his tongue.<br/><br/>5. NEVER remove the jewelry on the demon’s ears. You thinks his strength is awesome now….<br/><br/>6. He likes tea and deer meat but will eat human’s.</span><br/><br/>And that was the end of the note… Now what will the two decide to do with one another….