Playing with a Demon (Rel Mayer and Norwegian One)
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				Title: <strong>Playing with a Demon (Rel Mayer and Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>23-04-2014, 09:47:10</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/219/9/a/9a9f97500bdbf13dfddc1e1b61ace8bf-d6h59lm.jpg)</div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5a1mzhlWgrA/UmzrPyoCpfI/AAAAAAAAGog/2W4vDQe24c0/s1600/Maori+tribal+tattoo+%283%29.jpg)</div> Hell. The Realm of Demons. The Underworld. Whatever you would call it, whatever description you used to try and do it justice, the unescapable truth was that it was a desolate place. Fat, putrid clouds hung low over the surface, blotting out what might have passed for sky in this wretched realm, a grey sun barely visible through the clouds. Everywhere you looked, you would only see jagged cliffs and rock, and the remains of things that had once been alive. Scattered, sun-bleached bones of demons and massive beasts were everywhere, sometimes gathered into piles but often simply left where they had died. Other demons roamed the landscape, playing games, picking fights, or fulfilling their more carnal desires, the ensuing chaos and anarchy the result of too many powerful beings having too much time on their clawed hands.<br><br>Near the skeletal remains of an ancient beast, a trio of lesser demons sat in a circle, huddled around a crude game of dominoes. The pieces were simply bits of wood or stone decorated with scribbled numbers, but at the moment the game struggled to hold the demonic trio's attention. Every now and then, a piercing scream or a garbled moan would echo from behind the ribcage of the fallen monster, and one of the demons would visibly wince at the sound. "Man, your sister sure is a screamer..." muttered one of his comrades half-jokingly, trying to lighten the mood a bit, but the demon in question was immediately silenced by a cold glare from his slightly bigger comrade. "Shut the fuck up." snapped the larger demon swiftly, his mood dark as he glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the sound, as if he wanted nothing more than to get up and make the noise end. However, he remained firmly seated on the rocky ground, his beady red eyes turning back towards the game, as if concentrating on it could make him forget about the sounds coming from very a familiar throat. "That fucking bastard..."<br><br>Behind the creamy white bones that made up the deceased beast's ribcage, the origin of the shrill cries of pleasure was obvious. A female demon was pressed up again one of the massive ribs, her crimson skin contrasting beautifully with the hard, white surface as she was spread over the hard bone, legs and arms dangling on either side of the upturned rib. A massive, clawed hand pinned her to the surface of the rib, a long, bony digit on either side of her head and under her arms, effectively pinning her and making sure she could not run away. The hand belonged to a large demon, nearly three times her size, his skin obsidian black and his muscular back sporting large, leathery wings. A serpentine tail lashed back and forth behind him, and atop a slender neck rested a bony, reptilian head with glowing, purple eyes, a long prehensile tongue caressing the female demon's face and leaving trails of saliva behind on her smooth, red skin.<br><br>"M-m-mmm-mercy, L-lord Asdru...NNNGhhhh, Asdrubael, please....!" cried the female demon with a voice wracked with indescribable ecstacy and unspeakable pain, pleading the Demon Lord with the only name she knew him by. Of course, that was not his full name. Knowing the full name of a demon meant controlling their power, and as such, a powerful demon like himself had a long and complicated name, making them nigh uncontrollable as each syllable had to be spoken with the exact right intonation and pace. Of course, the true source of a demon's name only existed in the human world, and therefore it would be very hard for another demon to discover his name unless he wanted them to (which he was unlikely to do). His, in this case, was Asdrubael Vec'tilishar Garon'gul'ganek Arkhanesh, Chosen Lord of Slaughter, Scion of Devastation and Herald of Strife, and in comparison, the lowly demon below his mighty form only possessed two short names, making her very easy to control.<br><br>Then again, Asdrubael had no need to control her by such subtle means. He had her firmly pinned against the rib of the deceased monstrosity some mighty demon had slain eons ago, and the massive shaft dangling between his muscular thighs was sawing in and out of her pitifully small rear at an excruciating pace, bombarding her reeling mind with spears of the most potent mix of agony and ecstacy. His other hand moved to cradle her naked, crimson skull and pull her head back, and as the female demon's head was guided back, a thick, serpentine tongue slid roughly into her mouth and down her throat, violating her oral cavity with a cold disregard for her wish or even the fact that she was still sentient and struggling against him. Tears trailed from violet eyes, whether she cried from pain or pleasure was impossible to tell, or tell apart, at this stage. Demons manifested through emotions and sensations, their being defined by aspects of emotional characters, and at the moment the lowly demon's reasoning and free will was being completely obliterated by the force of the Demon Lord ravaging her. <br><br>Finally, a gurgling, sputtering sound signaled an end to their unholy union, and the female demon shrieked in glorious, ecstacy-filled agony, as thick, gloopy ropes of demon seed filled her insides, slightly bloating her normally-flat belly as the Demon Lord unloaded within her intestines, her screams muffled by the thick, muscular tongue forced halfway down her gullet. The male demon, meanwhile, was silent, simply riding out his carnally satisfying orgasm before unceremoniously pulling out of his smaller cum-receptable, letting her slide down from her bony resting place and onto the ground below the ribcage. Delirious with pleasure and pain and weary from her mind-blowing orgasm, the lowly demon could only offer a weak, tired smile up at the larger demon, as she whispered a silent prayer of thanks to the Lord of Darkness. Mating with a Demon Lord, especially for lower demons, could be a soul-shattering experience, and now that it was over she was just thankful to have survived, though nothing would likely ever compare to what she had just experienced. As the larger demon simply glanced dismissively at her before walking away, his seed leaked steadily out of what had only recently been a perfectly tight rear hole, now gaping wide, wide open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing with a Demon (Rel Mayer and Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>28-04-2014, 04:39:53</strong>
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				Amber was still rather chipper, considering the fact that it was nearing the time when what felt like a thousand term papers were beginning to be due. Still, in all of her stress, she knew that a positive attitude and some well needed studying was needed. What better place to be than her favorite used bookstore. Most people would go to libraries to find sources, but not Amber. That was where she was heading now, to her favorite used bookstore in the middle of a lower income side of town. She had no fear for dangerous areas of town as well, for she could shine like a bright beam of innocence to anyone that would walk next to her. A huge smile combined with bright eyes would greet each and every person who would walk down the sidewalk with her, and she continued her idealism of staying positive.<br><br>The reason she was so disturbed lately was because of all the gossip going around her college. She figured that by the time she was in college that all the drama and pressure from the other years of school would go away, but it seemed that it was dramatically worse. What made it worse was that the sort of typical college behaviors were expected of her, even by her parents who lived states away. The funny thing was that she wanted nothing more than to study for her papers, read a good novel, and hide inside of her deliciously comforting apartment all day. As of recently some of her classmates had been speaking about 'the dirty deed' as she liked to call it. Speaking of all the interesting series of sexual experiences that had recently, while Amber just had to nod her head and agree. Being intentional about being quiet during this talks, since she had aboslutely no input. This method had worked well for her, except for today.<br><br>Of course Becky had to be jabbering on about the new lay she had found, and Becky happened to turn her blue eyes on Amber's brown and had the nerve to ask, "So Amber, you seeing anyone recently?" A blushed face had to come on Amber's face as she stammered. Unsure how to respond. She couldn't tell her friends she was a virgin, for everyone would begin to judge her. Did they assume that she did nothing but have wild sex while she was away with class AND still be able to keep up the Dean's List? Amber was startled and disturbed by the question and it took a few seconds of stammering before she said, "Uhh...well, Yes!" Amber would then force a huge smile as she said, "Taking things rather slow, but yeah. I'm totally getting banged lots, yup! Sex. Those penises sure are nice!" Amber at the moment had to leave the table and put her ear buds in and her iPod on her favorite radio station.<br><br>And that is what brought her to where she was today. Head looking down, still trying to force her positive outlook, but feeling rather guilty about lying to her friends. Truth was that Amber just hadn't found anyone worth looking at romantically and when she did she was always too shy until it was too late. She had grown rather comfortable with the fact that she would have no one, until conversations like today would happen. She felt like she wanted to scream, but instead she continued to walk towards her favorite release: The Thrifty Bookstore.<br><br>Walking inside the smell of the books instantly filled her nostrils as she took a big sigh, feeling instantly at ease. The bookstore owner, who probably spent 90% of his life there, greeted her warmly over his book. "Hey there, Amber!"" she said to her with a warm smile. Looking at her over his silver rimmed classes, his wrinkled face walked behind the counter after he set down his books. "I bet you're looking for the new donation of books," he said with a smile and began to slowly walk into the back room with her. Amber couldn't help but feel extremely excited with the prospect of new books to weed through. Of course she would be more than lucky to find something that would relate to her topics, but mostly she enjoyed looking leisure reads. <em>That's just what I need</em>, she thought in her mind, <em>a good book will get my mind off of this and then I can apologize to Becky on Monday and tell her the truth</em>. Things were beginning to look up for Amber as she continued near the back of the store.<br><br>"I'm sorry the books haven't been really coming in recently," the old shopkeeper began to say as she moved through hanging beads acting as a make shift wall, holding the space open for Amber's short frame. "But kids just aren't reading books, so the only time I get anything is unfortunately when an old geezer like me decides to drop dead," she shopkeeper said again with a laugh, but then motioned Amber towards a few shelves full of books. "We got a good load in today, though! Tell you what, since you have been such a good customer why don't you pick a few out for free," he then said to her.<br><br>Amber's look of excitement was expressed with throwing a hug to the old shopkeeper, almost knocking him off balance. "Thank you Thank you!" she said to him as she walked towards the shelves with a jump in her step. Her hands pulling down on the straps of her backpack as she looked through the different titles. <em>Pinstripes and Poodles</em>, <em>The many uses of Vaseline</em>, <em>The Sea and it's Great Creatures!</em>, <em>Pick me up...</em>, '<em>The Mysterious tale of Mr. Smith</em>, and...wait. Amber looked to the side of the books as she noticed that one of the titles seemed rather odd. One of the last titles she had just red, as she placed her finger on the spines of the books. Her index finger trailing behind re-reading where she was, but she didn't see anything odd. "Huh," she said, "I could have sworn one of these said Pick me up."<br><br>Scratching her head she continued looking at the books and titles until she saw something flicker out of the corner of her eye. Again next to <em>The Sea and it's Great Creatures!</em> and <em>The Mysterious Tale of Mr. Smith</em> was a book that just had golden writing of something that she wasn't familiar with. "Woha," she said under her breath as she went to touch the book. A bit of static electricity shocked her as she jumped up a second, feeling rather spooked. "Oh it's nothing, Amber" she said to herself again. Looking behind her and to the side to see the shopkeeper in his book again. Quickly she grabbed the book and picked up <em>The Many uses of Vaseline</em> and went up to the front. Grabbing also a book with studies about Child behavior with her. <br><br>She paid for her one book and received her two free books with a smile from the shopkeeper. Probably wondering why she picked up a book about Vaseline. Grabbing the books she quickly made her way towards an alleyway, feeling rather nervous. The book she picked up seemed to have some sort of energy with it, and Amber wasn't sure if it was just because she was excited. She wanted to read it right away and for some reason she wanted to do it while no one was looking. As she neared the nearest alleyway she placed the other took books in her backpack, after she took it off, and opened up the black book with the mysterious gold writing. <br><br>To her dismay she realized that it looked like just a big book with blank pages. "What!" she said in disappointment as she continued to flip through the pages to look for anything. She found nothing. Sighing she began to sink her back down the back of the brick wall in the alleyway as she sat her butt down on the dirty floor. Her body was covered by a thigh length skirt and a white button up top with white sneakers and high socks. Feeling rather down now, she was rather disappointed. It was going to be a tough weekend if she was already discouraged and her release of discovering a mysterious book seemed to be now an empty journal and no one even bothered to write in. Then she thought of Becky and the whole situation of her being a virgin. Sighing she said quietly with her hands on the blank pages on the book, "I really wish I didn't have to lie to Becky on Monday."<br><br>Sighing again she moved her hand to her face as she pushed up her black rim glasses, but that was when she saw something written where her hand just was. What was even odder was that she could have sworn that page was blank before. She held her glasses up further to her eyes as she looked down and tried to pronounce the odd set of words, "<em>Asdrubael Vec'tilishar Garon'gul'ganek Arkhanesh</em>?" she said with a questioning look as she felt the wind start to gently blow her light brunette hair to the side. She saw that there were some clouds beginning to come in and she quickly closed the book with a smack and began to grab her backpack to return home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing with a Demon (Rel Mayer and Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>28-04-2014, 16:48:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5a1mzhlWgrA/UmzrPyoCpfI/AAAAAAAAGog/2W4vDQe24c0/s1600/Maori+tribal+tattoo+%283%29.jpg)</div> One might forgive Asdrubael for feeling cocky as he strode away from his latest carnal conquest, his heavy footfalls raising the eyes of the trio of demons seated nearby as he appeared from behind the massive skeleton, long serpentine swaying lazily behind him with every step. The large dragonoid demon glanced at the three demons and flashed them a toothy grin, just to add a little bit of insult to injury. One of the trio visibly flinched at the spiteful gesture, and the icy cold glare would surely have been lethal if looks could indeed kill. However, they made no move, remaining seated as three pairs of eyes watched the Demon Lord. Of course, they would not be so foolish to attack him, even if they felt a great sense of animosity towards him. The difference in their power was so great that even three on one would be extremely unfair, and definitely not in their favour.<br><br>Smirking confidently, Asdrubael kept walking away, but in the next moment something unexpected gave him pause. He suddenly felt a quiet whisper in his ear, a female voice breathing soft words, like a ghostly presence on his shoulder. "...ly wish I didn't have to lie to Be..." came the voice, barely loud enough for his mind to register it, and too quiet for him to decipher the entire sentence. His reptilian head, perched on his slender neck, whipped around, trying to find the source of the voice, but all he could see were the three lower demons eying him warily and the passed-out female demon, still leaking evidence of his lust. But the source of the voice was nowhere to be seen. Asdrubael was just starting to wonder if he had imagined the whole thing, and lifted his foot to take another step, when he froze, clawed foot dangling above the dusty ground, as more words were whispered into his ear by a soft female voice, these words instantly familiar to him.<br><br>"Asdrubael Vec'tilishar Garon'gul'ganek Arkhanesh?" said the voice, each intonation and pronunciation perfect, and despite his size, power and age, Asdrubael shuddered at the sound of the final syllable. As a demon, hearing your full name spoken was something to be almost dreaded, as it meant that someone other than yourself had full power over you, and that you were no longer your own master. For Asdrubael it had been hundreds of years since the last time he had heard the name, and it was in some way nostalgic to hear it spoken once more, even if it was a moment he dreaded at the same. He felt a crawling sensation within his scaly hide, and he knew what was about to happen. It made a shiver run down the length of his spine, as he felt the first of the changes begin to happen.<br><br>He could feel the change beginning at the ends of his extremities, and he lifted a clawed hand in front of his face, watching with wide eyes as darkened scales gave way to tanned, soft, human skin, fingers shortening and rounding, razor-sharp claws replaced by harmless finger nails. The change traveled quickly up his arms, which remained muscular, though now covered in human skin, and another shudder rolled through his form as he felt the ripple of evaporating scales reaching his torso. Leaning back slightly, Asdrubael lifted his now-human hands from the dusty ground, standing unsteadily on two feet who were now distinctly human as well, supporting two muscular legs and a torso which was rapidly forsaking the hard, ridged shell of a dragonoid body in favour of a tanned and well-trained human torso and abdomen. Gaping holes opened up on his back with a disgusting squelch of ripping flesh, and his wings and tail disappeared into the openings on his back, like lips sucking in strands of noodles before closing up again. Not for the first time, Asdrubael was thankful that the change was relatively painless, though it was certainly uncomfortable in its psychological aspect. The ground already seemed bigger, as the change had also reduced him drastically in size; though his human form was still quite large and well-built it was no match for his true form.<br><br>The change nearly complete, the absence of the weight of his tail and wings rocked his balance and caused the demon to fall to his now-human knees. Lifting his hands, he touched his face, feeling the change in the way his cheeks rounded out a bit more, his jawline growing broader, short, black hair sprouting from his rounded skull. His face seemed to exude strength, his jawline wide and strong, crimson eyes set in pits on either side of a regal nose. The final change was a mass of twisting black lines on his left shoulder, as if all the darkness in him had been dragged there, to form an ever-warping pattern of madness upon his skin, a black tattoo that seemed to shift imperceptibly as eyes looked upon it. As the change completed, and Asdrubael was left kneeling on the ground, completely naked and panting with the aftereffects of the transformation, he felt a thrilling sensation in his stomach, as if he was falling. Then, a sudden flash of dark energy, and the Demon Lord was gone from the Underworld.<br><br><hr><br>Dark clouds were rolling over the city, and in the distance there was a loud rumbling, as if a thunderstorm had suddenly manifested out of thin air. Some lifted their eyes to the sky, wondering where the sudden bad weather had come from, while others hurried inside to escape the expected rain that was sure to follow such dark clouds. In a narrow alleyway, a portal of dark energy swirled into life for but a short moment, and out stepped a large, well-built man, his naked skin like beaten bronze and his eyes the colour of blood. Glancing around, his lips curled in a frown. <em>Where is the being who called upon me?</em> he wondered silently, reaching out with his essence to locate his new master. He could feel the presence of the human linked to himself, just a little further down the alley, though his view to this human was blocked by a large dumpster. He could also sense a couple of other demons, though it was hard to pinpoint how close they were. For all he knew, they could be hundreds of miles away. They were not his concern, he decided, his primary task now was to find his master. <em>Master</em>. He snarled quietly in distaste. He hated that word, but the nature of a demon was to submit to those who could control them, and do their bidding. Hopefully this would be a brief encounter. He didn't fancy being someone's slave for the next sixty or seventy years, though of course a human lifetime was short compared to a demon's.<br><br>Taking a step to move around the dumpster, the splash of a water puddle and the wet sensation on his naked foot now drew his attention to the fact that he was completely naked. Grunting slightly in annoyance, Asdrubael waved his hand briefly in front of his body, and in the next moment he was no longer naked. A pair of dark blue jeans and black boxers covered his legs and abdomen, and a black tank top was drawn tight over his muscular torso, showing off his well-built physique as well as leaving his powerful arms bare, the black tattoo gleaming slightly in the gloom of the alleyway. A pair of darkened combat boots and a pair of reflective aviators manifested themselves next, completing his disguise. <em>Now, to find the human who requires my might</em>, he thought to himself with a slight smirk, almost beginning to enjoy himself once again in the human world, as he rounded the dumpster and laid eyes upon the human who would now be his master. Instantly, he stopped, and the smirk drained from his lips. His master was.... a young girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing with a Demon (Rel Mayer and Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 01:40:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/221/9/6/asian_gir_cute_by_leehaneul-d5ah004.png)</div></div></div><br>While on the way home, Amber had put in her frog shaped ear buds that resembled keroppi from Hello Kitty. They were one of her favorite current possession and what was even better was the amount of K-Pop coming in through the buds. With her white tennis shoes, she skipped along the edge of the sidewalk. Minding her own business and not paying attention to anything else. If a stranger made eye contact with her, she would offer a pearly white smile in response. She had just gotten a steal on some good books and nothing was going to dampen her day today! Suddenly, Amber's favorite song popped up on her iPhone and she quickly picked it out of her pocket to look at the title, just to make sure she had the right song. "Oh yeah!" she suddenly said, thrusting her arm up in the air with her iPhone. Instantly singing along and dancing away as she travelled home. She had passed many alleyways and not even given them a second glance, until she noticed she was coming up to one of her least favorite alleyways. Just because the dumpster smelled pretty bad.<br><br>Amber edged away from the dumpster, avoiding making her nice fresh clothes smell bad and continued on with singing her song. That was until she was just about to pass the dumpster when she saw a massively large, tall, tan, handsome, and muscular man standing in front of her. He didn't even have a shirt on. Amber gulped as she looked at him from above her black framed eyes. Raising her eyebrows and giving him an odd stare. She stood there, paralyzed looking at him for a second before her eyes started to shift up and down. It didn't look like he was armed she couldn't imagine he was hiding much in those tight pants. "Umm, are you trying to take my money?" she asked the large man who was standing in front of her. Quickly she raised her fingers to the wires of the ear buds, pulling them out with a tug of her hand and a wiggle of her head.<br><br>"Here! Let's just avoid the problem ahead of time and I'll just give you my wallet," she held her hand out a bit, stepping about two steps away from him. Opening the light pink bag, she pulled out a wallet that of course was harajuku brand. Opening the wallet she said, "But can I please just keep my ID and Allergy card? OH! And my gas station loyalty card, I almost have a free soda on it." She quickly said, pulling those three cards out of her wallet before handing it back to the tall man. She then put her backpack behind her, zipping up the packet where she pulled her wallet out, and then said, "Are we cool? I don't really have anything else I could give you..." She paused, thinking about it and then realizing that there was a possibility he could been a Hello Kitty Keroppi fan too! Her hands reached for her earbuds as she said, "Umm, please don't take them! I had to special order them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing with a Demon (Rel Mayer and Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 11:54:56</strong>
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				A girl. A small, teenage girl. Asdrubael stared at her, dumbfounded, trying to comprehend what had just happened. There was no mistaking her for his true master; he could feel his connection to her, so strong with their close proximity, and he could feel her heart beating a little faster as she stared right back at him. She didn't look like any master he'd had before. Asdrubael had expected a great warrior, a conqueror, a general, anything other than this....this girl, this <em>child</em>. Certainly, there had been great women in the past across many theaters of war; after all, most would have heard of Joan of Arc, who had led great French armies at the age of just fifteen, but this girl didn't seem like she could lead a band of peasants, much less an army.<br><br>That said, this didn't seem like a time of war, either. Asdrubael looked around, seeing small houses and quiet streets, everything peaceful and quiet. He was barely aware of the girl speaking to him, but he ignored her for the moment, looking at the scene around him. There was no fighting, no war and strife, only tranquility. The large man shuddered slightly, visibly, as he realised that fate had played him a cruel trick. He was a demon of war, and yet there was no strife to be seen, no chaos for him to thrive on, and his new master seemed to be the most unlikely creature imaginable to lead him to such a thing.<br><br>His crimson eyes swung back to the girl, staring at her with a scrutinizing gaze, his muscular arms remaining at his sides as she spoke to him and handed him her small, pink wallet with little figures on it. "Keep your trinkets, girl," he spoke, his a deep baritone as he looked her over, noting her clothing and the backpack she wore, and he could feel a very familiar presence from it. "You are in possession of my book." he informed her, as he could sense it, like a flutter in his gut, from the hidden space of her backpack. Sure enough, if Amber was to remove the book from her backpack, she would find golden letters blazoned upon the front of the large, dark tome, 'The Book of Asdrubael' written in stylish, golden symbols. He stared at her, crossing his huge, muscular arms over his broad chest, looking down at the slender, young woman standing before him. "Lead me to your lodgings, and do not dally. We have much to discuss, girl," his dark voice intoned, in a tone that brokered little argument from the girl. His excitement at being back in the human world had dwindled a bit, and now Asdrubael just wanted to know what the hell was going on, and why he had been summoned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing with a Demon (Rel Mayer and Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 21:47:54</strong>
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				"What do you mean you don't want my money?" she asked of him, just as shocked as he looked. This confused her, because if he didn't want her money then why was he trying to capture her. "OH GOD!" she suddenly exclaimed. "You're not here too..." she paused and leaned in and whispered, "<em>rape</em> me, are you?" Then gave him one of the most awkward looks her cute face could have smashed into, and backed away a few steps. That was finally when the very intimidating man began speaking again and mentioned that he wanted one of her books. She quickly reached for her backpack and pulled out the black book she had purchased earlier. It felt heavier and gave a sort of special glow as she pulled it out of her pack. Looking down, she read the words written in gold. "Wow," she said flatly, almost entranced by the writing. "The book of...<em>Azd-dru-de-bel</em>?" she had absolutely no idea how to pronounce the name that was on the cover.<br><br>"Is that you?" she asked, pointing at the text and looking at him with a lot of question, but then piecing together the most logical thing that she could think of. "You're magic!" she then pushed the book up against her chest and hugged it while she looked at him starry eyed. "Are you here to grant me some magic wishes or something? You don't look much like a fairy godmother," she then said. Her smile and stars in her eyes lessening as she raised an eyebrow. Trying to imagine that man in a dress was terrifying. Quickly she shook her head to get that image out of her mind. <br><br>"You don't even know my name and you're trying to take me home!" she jested to her new magic genie. She smiled and laughed, but she wondered if she should still be weary. "You need to prove to me you're magic because I let you go to my home. For all I know, you're still just some random weirdo trying to..." she paused and then whispered lightly with her voice, "<em>rape</em> me or something." She held the book close to her body still, wondering if she was going to get some magical powers by holding it. <em>Now that would be cool!</em> she thought in her mind while she waited for the strange man to prove himself to her. Amber placed her wallet back in her backpack and then said, "How do you say your name? That doesn't seem like it's from any language you can hear around this area."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing with a Demon (Rel Mayer and Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>07-08-2014, 12:58:14</strong>
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				She was so full of energy. One moment she was exclaiming loudly, then she was all up in his face, whispering, and another moment later she was backing away from him, staring at him with wide eyes. He stared back, with an expression of exasperation written all over his face. Had he been a demon of carnal pleasures, he might have raped her, but Asdrubael was a demon of war, and in a setting like this, completely out of his element. He watched her calmly as she withdrew his book, her face squinting in confusion as she tried to read his name, and he wondered to himself how she had ever managed to pronounce his entire name perfectly, and thus bind him to her whim.<br><br>"I am no lowly genie, girl..." he began to retort, not pleased with her comparison to genies and characters from silly fairytales, but then remembered that he did, in fact, have to help this girl with her wish before he could be free. He had heard her wish mumbled through the link between the worlds, but he still had no idea what he was here to do. It didn't really matter. With his powers, it should not be hard to help this girl with whatever mundane task she needed help with, and then he would no longer be bound to her. He could go back to his mundane, boring existence in the demon realm once more.<br><br>"I am not going to violate you," he grumbled as she demanded that he prove his identity. This was really getting tedious. In the past, humans had been much more willing to believe in the supernatural, but it seemed like times had changed. Her eyes were still wide and excited with expectation, and Asdrubael realised that he would, in fact, have to give her a little taste of his powers before she would believe him. He had to complete the task she had brought him to this world to do, and the sooner she believed him the sooner he could be done with his appointed task. Asdrubael glanced around; the street was almost empty, and there were no one nearby to see them at the moment. <em>Perfect.</em><br><br>Uncrossing his arms from across his chest, and he held her gaze as he waved his hand before his body. Suddenly, the large muscular man was no longer standing before her, and instead Amber was looking at a perfect copy of herself, the reflection giving her a self-satisfied smirk. "How is this for proof, girl?" he spoke, his deep baritone sounding very strange coming from Amber's feminine lips. He cocked his hips slightly in a confident, female pose, one hand on his hip, and sneered at the girl standing before him. "I am the Demon Lord Asdrubael, and until your wish is fulfilled, I am regrettably your servant."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing with a Demon (Rel Mayer and Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>09-08-2014, 19:14:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber make a exasperated and sarcastic sigh when he said that he wasn't a genie. <em>Genies are the ones that do magic. How can you be a magician without being a genie?</em> she said sarcastically in her head while she crossed her hands over her bust. She raised an eyebrow and continued to stare at him, mimicking his behavior of being a mysterious and odd individual. She considered the fact that he wasn't going to rape her and that he wasn't going to mug her. He just wanted her book? The whole situation was very confusing and he also claimed that he was part magic. Amber was fairly convinced that he did have some sort of magical powers, but she wanted to see it for herself.<br><br>That's when the tables seemed to change and she saw the muscular, tall, and intimidating man turn into a what looked like a smaller version. She watched his shape shift into something which she saw everyday. Something that she thought was pretty adorable and then she completely recognized herself. "HOLY SHIT!" she then said loudly. Exclaiming and raising her hands bit in the air before dropping them to her side quickly. She looked straight on at herself and she realized that she was actually pretty fucking cute. "Damn," she said a bit with exasperation, "I'm fucking hot aren't I?" Amber moved to walk around her newfound magic friend and really take a good look at herself. She wondered how many people would be able to do something like this and then she thought out loud, "None!" She laughed and grinned as she went to smell the hair of the mimicking magic man. <br><br>"You don't smell like me though. Definitely still have that muscle man smell going on," she added as she pulled away, walking to the front to look head on at Asdrubael. "By the way, I can't say you name. <em>As-dru-bo-ba-del</em>...whatever I can't say that," she then added with a exaggerated nod. "So, I'm planning on calling you Dru, is that ok?" she then asked, not really waiting for a response before she added, "OH! So, Mister Dru. You have the book now, I still don't know what you're doing here." She began walking ahead of him as she said, "But, I need to get to my apartment before it's dark. Mother says it's bad to stay out late. I may end up getting raped by big muscular and terrifying men." She paused and realized the irony in her situation. "So...ummm...Mister Dru? Do you wish you to follow me?" she asked of him, turning her head around to look behind. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing with a Demon (Rel Mayer and Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>09-08-2014, 20:11:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				An amused smirk spread over Asdrubael's lips as the girl gawked at him, seeing her own reflection smirking cockily at her, clearly enjoying the expression of surprise on her face. He could tell that he had just effectively eliminated whatever doubts she might have harbored about his powers, and that she now realised that he was, in fact, a magical being. Of course, the girl didn't seem overly preoccupied by that at the moment; instead, she was walking slowly around him, obviously enjoying the view of herself, and Asdrubael chuckled in his deep, masculine tone, Amber's own eyes staring amusedly at her. "I will admit, you are quite easy on the eyes," he told her and emphasized the words by squeezing his own breast through the tight-fitting top she wore, though he was slightly taken aback when the girl suddenly leaned up to smell him. Like his voice, his smell was still the same as before, his disguise only changing his physical appearance to fool those who looked upon him.<br><br>"Most people are not going to smell me like you are, so changing my odour is not required for an effective disguise," he told her flatly, as she walked back to his front again. Then, she told him what his nickname would be, and the pretty face he wore twisted into a slight grimace of disapproval. He certainly didn't like that. He was a Demon Lord, not some little pet, and he was about to open his mouth to protest, but the girl just kept on talking, and he closed his mouth again, staring at her. "Like I said, you made a wish and spoke my name while holding my tome, which has bound me to you," he spoke slowly, as if speaking to a child or someone who was hard of understanding, while his body changed slowly back to his masculine, muscular form. It would only draw attention if they looked exactly the same. <br><br>"Once I have helped you fulfill your wish, I will be free once more," Asdrubael said, the tone of his voice telling her that it was something he was looking forward to, the demon clearly not happy with being someone else's servant. "So yes, please lead me to your lodgings, and we will figure out how to make your desires come true." As she began walking, he followed right behind her, his muscular human form towering above her as he walked in her wake.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing with a Demon (Rel Mayer and Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>10-08-2014, 17:50:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber quickly blushed when he admitted to her that she was 'easy on the eyes'. Well, Amber definitely thought that she was a cutie, but she was rarely ever complimented by large, muscular, and tan men. Her cheeks grew a bright red and her eyes widened. She seemed to become as stiff as a board as she clapped her hands behind her back. Looking at the magical man who was now intimidating her. "Well, I...uhh...I guess...umm," he seemed to shut her up and make her stumble for words. It was a rare occurrence. Amber's red blushing face began to face as she listened to everything else he was saying. <br><br>"My wish?" she began to say. Thinking back and wondering what she had wished. "I don't remember making any wishes..." she then said as she began to walk ahead. Motioning for the mysterious magical man named Dru to follow her. "I found your book and thought it was pretty cool, but I don't really have a lot to wish for. I mean..." she continued to ramble as they made their way through the busy town of San Francisco. They walked up and down hills and passed many different areas. Until they reached what felt like the top of the hill and a small looking dingy apartment that was connected to a bunch of others. "C'mon Dru!" she then said as she used a metal key to open a door that lead to the different rooms. They travelled up what felt like a ton of stairways until they reached the fifth floor and she opened the door to her apartment.<br><br>There was no doubt that this apartment was definitely hers. There was so much pink, just infinite amounts of pink of every shade. She also seemed to collect anything that was Hello Kitty related, from her clock, to her toaster, and even her couch had a big hello kitty shaped pillow on it's ligher pink frame. "Here we are!" she then said, guiding a magical stranger into her room. "So, when you come into the demon world, do they have you a place to stay or money?" she said to him before she paused continuing, "Oh wait! That's probably why you're out trying to rob people, huh?" Amber began to laugh as she continued to make her way into her apartment and plop her bag in the hallway. She made her way to her pink couch and grabbed her hello kitty pillow. Placing it in her lap and hugging it a bit as she said, "So, make yourself at home?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing with a Demon (Rel Mayer and Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>11-08-2014, 22:59:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Asdrubael had to admit, it was quite fulfilling to shut the talkative girl up for a moment, to watch a blush spread rapidly over her fair cheeks, and to see her chestnut eyes widening in surprise. It was supremely satisfying, especially since his first journey into the human world in several hundred years had not exactly been an amusing one so far. He was confused as to why he was here, frustrated by the lack of strife which was his element, and the girl's high-spirited attitude was beginning to get on his nerves, so the little bit of satisfaction helped immensely.<br><br>His amused smile faded a bit, though, when the girl said that she could not remember what she had wished for. She began walking and motioned for him to follow, and Dru- <em>Asdrubael</em>, he reminded himself, refusing to submit to her ridiculous nickname for him - couldn't help but comply. She was his mistress now, as much as he despised it, and he had to heed her orders. Still, how could she not remember? "You did not realise it was a demon tome when you picked it up and made a wish? I take it legends of demons have been long forgotten?" he asked her, wondering just how much had changed while he had been in the demon world. The last time he had visited the human world, people had been much more open to accepting his existence, and even went to great lengths to acquire his tome and learning his name.<br><br>The city they walked through was certainly different than anything he had seen before, and Asdrubael barely paid any attention to the rambling of the girl, instead staring with wide, crimson eyes at everything around him; the massive houses that stretched into the sky, carts without horses, and people talking to little devices held to their ears. The demon followed his new mistress mutely, as she walked through the strange city and up to a small apartment complex. At least he had no trouble keeping up, even up the stairs, his physique and endurance built for war. <br><br>However, when they entered her apartment, Asdrubael certainly wished he had been slower to ascend the stairs, only to delay his entrance into the girl's lodgings. <em>So much pink</em>, he thought to himself as he stared at the differing shades of the colour that was all over her belongings, his sheer disbelief fighting for supremacy with his disgust. It burned his eyes, a complete anathema to the masculinity of war and strife, and he wondered again how such a strange girl had come into possession of his tome. Not only was her entire room pink, it was also riddled with these little feline symbols, that were so cutesy it made his eyes hurt. Sighing to himself, he closed his eyes momentarily, before opening them again and fixing them on the girl, figuring she was the most pleasant thing to look at in the room. Like he had said earlier, she was actually <em>quite</em> pleasant to look at. "That might be a challenge," he stated drily, letting his eyes wander tellingly over the bright pink room, before his crimson gaze returned to her once more. "I assume I should ask for your name first of all, since you are clearly going to be my master until you can remember what it was you wished for, and I help you accomplish it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing with a Demon (Rel Mayer and Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>17-08-2014, 03:09:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"There are no such things as demons," she replied finally when they were in the comforts of her home. "I just picked up the book and I never made an evil wish to destroy an empire or something. I specifically remember what happened. I was thinking about what my friends were talking about earlier that day and was reflecting on how I lied earlier and..." she paused as she didn't want to go any further. Although, her memory was making her think of the exact words that left her mouth while she was holding the book. She did wish that she could no longer be a virgin and then Amber's mannerisms completely changed as she almost jumped while she was standing in her own apartment. <em>No, no way!</em> she said to herself. There was absolutely no way that a demon could be summoned if Amber made a silly wish of losing her virginity. She tossed the idea aside. <br><br>"And what is this master business?" she then said to him with a laugh. Jumping on to her couch and grabbing a pillow. She crossed her legs to an indian style and placed the pillow in her lap as she held it. "My name is Amber," she began to say, "And don't you forget it!" she winked in a silly manner before looking slightly embarrassed with her rosy cheeks due to her outbreak. She was a rather innocent creature who would make a terrible master. She almost always did things for everyone and rarely ever ordered people around. If he was going to be her 'maid' or something, well he would find his life completely unfulfilled. <br><br>"But like I said before, I never wished for anything. I only made this really silly comment about how..." she paused again, wincing her face as she looked rather uncomfortable saying the next words. "Well...how I wished I wasn't a virgin. I sort of made this silly lie earlier today to my friends, because they were pestering me of the fact that I never have a boyfriend and well," she closed her eyes a let out a sigh. Looking rather defeated with her currently lifestyle as she said, "It's just the woe of being a bookworm, I guess."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing with a Demon (Rel Mayer and Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>30-08-2014, 13:43:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon smirked slightly at her claim that demons did not exist. "And yet, here I am," he pointed out, watching as the girl walked to the couch and sat down, folding her legs in front of her as she looked at him with innocent chestnut eyes. She was so different from every single master he'd had during his long existence. Grizzled old generals, ambitious young soldiers, even the occasional dame who would attempt to carve out her own empire. But Asdrubael had never served someone so young, so innocent, so... attractive.<br><br>The demon walked over towards the couch and sat down in a kneeling position in front of it, facing the girl. Their difference is height was obvious, in that Asdrubael's face was almost level with her own though she was seated on the couch. He listened in silence as she spoke of what she had said when she had held his book, his crimson eyes focused on her so he would not have to look at the colour of her room, which still burned his eyes. However, his attention was entirely drawn towards the girl at the moment, Asdrubael not even registering the pink walls as he processed the words she spoke. Was she serious? Had she summoned a demon of war to do something which an Incubus would have been infinitely better suited for?<br><br>"Let me see if I understand you correctly... Amber," Asdrubael spoke, his dark voice hesitating slightly as he spoke her name, compelled to follow her wish to not call her by a title. He folded his muscular arms over his chest, staring straight at her, his expression incredulous. "You have summoned me, a Demon Lord of War, because you do not want to lie to your companions about not yet having lost your chastity?"
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