(don't be sorry! Your post is amazing! :] sorry mines pretty lame :] and lemme know if this is okay :])<br/><br/><br/>Lancier notices the shift in the atmosphere and smirks a little as he thinks with an air of smugness. 'Melkya was right, use the name of our race and you can practicality feel the change! I can almost see the gears in her head turning as she processes this predicament she's now in.. but she doesn't seem the type to suddenly obey me just because of what I am, no she'll be weighing her options first and evaluating if she should stay true to herself or bend to what I want. If she's the person I think she is, if she's the human I'm after.. she'll remain true to herself and make my life a little bit more interesting, I can see it in her eyes.. her eyes are that of a warriors, a fighters.. she will not break easily..'<br/><br/><br/>He senses her confusion and silently curses himself for letting his thoughts and emotions get the better of him. He cannot afford to slip up like that so soon, he cannot risk it. For this is like a game to Lancier, a game that only he knows the rules to and he will never tell them. The game is an emotional tug of war, it is a test of strength.. a proving trial that Lancier is determined to pass, for if he cannot outwit.. out think, out do and overpower this human then he is unworthy of being called a demon.. just like his father told him before his banishment, and Lancier will prove them all wrong! He will prove that he is the 'new' demon, the enlightened demon. His personality is not a defect,  it is an evolution.<br/><br/>'humans are such strange creatures..' he thinks to himself as he continues to gaze at her. He feels his leathery wings twitch a little in their resting place, a sign that soon he will need to take flight. He'll have to carry her though and he knows through instinct that she will not like that, but he doesn't care. He will take her with him, kicking and screaming if need be. Though he thinks she may actally bite him, which makes him hope that humans don't have any dieases. He tightens his grip slightly on her wrist, shutting his eyes for some moments as he feels her keeping her emotions supressed and hidden. He admires her for that because it is something he cannot do, no matter how much he wants to.. no matter how much others hurt him, Lancier will always be Lancier. The screw up, the softy, the disgrace to the family line.. and nothing will ever change that, as long as there are demons who are stronger then him out there.. that will not ever change, he wonders if maybe being exiled to the human world wasn't so bad.. since now HE is the strongest being there, he can't be pushed around any more..<br/><br/><br/>Lancier raises an eyebrow. “you seem a little taken back at my question, maybe I should elaborate so you understand what direction I am coming from.” he clears his throat. “demons can rarely cross into your realm because there is no longer any magic in your world, well.. maybe that is not accurate, there is magic but it's greatly gone by this stage because humans don't do it any more. In the old days we could enter your world as we pleased, now.. I am the first of my kind that has arrived here in such a long time, therefore I do not know if you are normal or not.”<br/><br/><br/>Lancier gives her a sullen look. “hurt isn't the word, it's an understement.” he pauses. “oh, so your kind is totally accepting of your strange kind now? I never thought you humans would become so..” Lancier's face twists in disgust as though the word leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. “..understanding.” he hisses the last word out in conclusion. He sighs and mutters. “so not even humans find me scary, is that it? WHY DON'T YOU FIND ME SCARY! YOU SHOULD BE SCARED YOU FOOL, I'M A DEMON! HOW CAN YOU NOT BE AFRAID OF SOMETHING LIKE ME!?” he roars in frustration, causing his leathery wings to flutter and rip out from his clothing, beating the air slowly as he forces himself to calm down.<br/><br/><br/>he groans, knowing that she's about to go into one hell of a rant. He listens to her though, which is more then what most demons would do.. by this stage another lesser- or better- demon would have silenced her. They wouldn't even be talking to her like this. They'd have just spirited her away to their lair and done whatever they wanted, there wouldn't have being no arguments.. no debates, no tug of wills. Though Lancier claims to himself that this is part of the game, and all demons like their little games with their victims.. they would have only allowed it to go so far before it became boring to them. 'so why are YOU letting her talk, hmm?' a voice whispers in his head, he ignores it for now.<br/><br/>he narrows his eyes. “hmpth.. if you continue to act defiant you will get your wish and I'll ruin your body, but..” he starts to smile. “I'll also get your soul, you see the mark.. the bound links your soul to mine, so you will never escape me.. even if you are lucky enough to die, you will be mine.. even in death.” he purses his lips. “it is not ineffective, do you really expect me to blurt everything out to you right now? On a deserted street, our first meeting near the graveyard?  I know the bond mark looks more then a little cliché, but I am not that kind of demon!” he snorts a laugh. “I'm sure there are so many humans willing to help and fall in love with me.” he says sarcastically with bitterness dripping from his voice, he suddenly slaps her across the face when she insinuates that he's a dog. “shut your mouth!” he hisses. “I don't need to tell you why those marks are there!” he sighs. “riddle me this.. you think that demons are meant to be more intelligent.. but.. can a race be intelligent when they have no curiosity and will to advance, can a race be intelligent if it is content to oppose difference and change? You tell me.”<br/><br/>He takes a deep breath, feeling his hand sting from the force of the hit. He starts to smile vindictively. “I know that pain will not teach you anything, at least not the kind that strikes the flesh.. but I think I know the other way to get to you..” he points in the direction of the orphanage and says in a sing song voice. “mind your manners now! Otherwise you will never see those children again and I'd just hate to think what would happen if you wearn't around..”