Arturian was wearing a trench coat today, a purple hue, and underneath a VERY expensive white suit. he had black satin gloves to cover his hands, and a collapsible cane which he could keep on his waist with a clip near his waist was currently supporting him... not that he needed it, but better to fool an enemy, right? his dirty blonde hair was hidden under a top hat at the moment, without which his hair framed his face down to his shoulders. He was no stranger to the Black Market, and he hadn't really come for anything of note... a few bottles of instant armor... a sword that even he couldn't break...(that was beyond hard to find all things considered.)<br/><br/>The thing is, his own nose was what led him here to this particular auction. First of all he knew there was a demon being held here just by that odor. he could smell it. And it made him... excited? Second of all, he smelled wet dog. A dog demon at an auction? That was rare even for this market. He smirked as the bidding started. "Time to play some mind games!" he smirked as someone bid 250 gold pieces for her. He raised his hand, "400 gold." he said nonchalantly as though he didn't care.<br/><br/>"700 gold pieces!" Someone to his left bid. And so it went for the next hour or so, the price rising into the thousands, until he finally walked up to the auctioneer with a bored look. "The bid is still open sir!" The man said firmly.<br/><br/>"5 hundred million gold." He deadpanned. The man nearly had a heart attack. "S-s-s-sold to mr...???"<br/><br/>"Arturian the Vamp-Dragon of Hell's Demise." Arturian supplied. "Now then... where's my new pet?"<br/><br/>"Follow me sir!" The man immediately answered. Arturian smirked again as he was led to the containment unit she was held in. As the man turned he said, "The money Mr. Arturian?" Which made him roll his shoulders and stretch saying, "You won't be needing it." To which the auctioneer scoffed, "Then we don't have a dea-AAAAAAUUUUGH!" As Arturian ripped his arm off and bit the left side of his head. "How's that for money?" He said as he threw the remains of the corps aside. "Alright... lets see what we've got." He muttered as he opened the room's only door. Seeing the girl in such a dire state of health would have made a normal person feel sorry for her. "So you're the dog demon? Not much for looks are you? Then again with that whole "They tried to kill me" look, I don't suppose I'm supposed to take that off? Oops! pity..." He smirked as the restraints around her hand and feet were covered in black mist and disintegrated. "Black magic... you know the drill, I suppose?" He smirked with his mouth slightly open revealing fangs. "Don't want to end up dead on the first day of conquering the realm do we now? Follow me. Or die here when they find the dead auctioneer... I don't give a shit. depends on if you can fight really... otherwise this wouldn't be any FUN!" He laughed and turned, walking away to test her and see if she'd follow him or defy him. He was wearing his new Demonic Frost Cleaver(the name for the sword he had earlier purchased) and knew she could see it. Though he wanted to know if she was curious or stupid, he didn't push the issue.<span style="font-style: italic">~Let her ask things when she's ready, or let her silence be her downfall!~</span>he smirked to himself at the thought. He began twirling his cane as he walked, whistling as he did so.