Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)
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				Title: <strong>Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imaginationpen</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 05:01:54</strong>
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				Malakai had been interested in the supernatural and the occult since his freshman year of high school. While he had never had an experience of his own, he had dabbled in playing with the Ouija board and tarot cards when with friends. As the years waned on, Malakai had become less and less interested with the ‘hobby’, and had become more focused on his studies. It was now nearing the ending of his second year in college, and Malakai was having more free time. Not to mention, he had attended a fraternity Halloween party the Fall of that year, where they had played with a board. Now, Malakai was back on his fix. He'd asked the boy who'd owned the board where he had gotten it. Malakai had heard that you could order boards over the internet, but he did not have a credit card to be able to do that with. Not to mention he wanted something that was more legitimate than a foldable board that had a big HASBRO stamp on the back.<br><br>Malakai had a piece of notebook paper with an address and a shop name written on it. It was the place where his friend had suggested he go for things dealing in the occult, such as boards and cards and other things. He stood in front of the shop for what seemed like minutes, just staring through the small shop window at what was hanging in view. Interested, but also nervous, he glanced down the street and at the way that the lowering sun casted a reddish glare across the buildings and the street signs. Here I go, he thought, as he folded and stuck the piece of paper into his pocket.<br><br>Pushing open the door, he entered the store. Instantly, and overwhelming feel came over him. He was very interested in everything that he saw, taking time to stop and gaze at everything. He finally worked his way to the front counter, where he was glancing down at the glass counter at what looked to be mummified body parts.<br><br>Now if someone who worked at the store would happen to come upon Malakai, he would not at first notice them for being too entranced by the items in the store. Malakai was a short and slim bodied boy. Even knelt down as he was, looking in the case, Malakai’s body seemed small and one might think that he was of underage to be shopping in a store such as this. His converse sneakers leaked up into slender jeans that framed his thighs and calves. Malakai was wearing a green and white striped hoodie-tee shirt, which hung loosely about his chest. Malakai’s hair was dark, and had a messy style that fell into his bright green eyes (if looked into deeply, one would be able to see the gentle ring of his contacts). Generally a quiet boy, he lifted a hand to his lips to pick at the cracked, abused skin in thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 05:56:06</strong>
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				With origins stretching back to the Dark Ages, Amaranth's dealings in the occult stemmed from the circumstances surrounding his birth. Or rather, his creation. Shadow demons were not born by the mortal standards. Rather, they were born from darkness, formed by the castoffs of inky shadows in realms long forgotten. They had no true physical forms; in their most natural states, they were writhing pools of black against the ground. Many chose to stay that way and spread silent chaos throughout their lifetimes, but the occasional shadow demon like Amaranth chose to assume human shape to interact with the world.<br><br>After some trial and error, Amaranth had come up with a "permanent" body for himself, a tall, slightly gangly one with sharp features, pale skin, striking silver eyes, and long black hair. He looked human, albeit barely. So far, no human had made the connection between his assumed shape and his true nature, and if anyone had, they weren't talking, which was just as well. Amaranth didn't want to deal with pesky humans and their hangups about things they didn't understand. Demons had managed to keep themselves under wraps for thousands of years and Amaranth preferred to keep it that way.<br><br>Over the years, he had gone through numerous professions, each more boring than the last. But the last few centuries had given birth to growing interest in the occult and if only because it was a field in which he was well-learned, Amaranth had decided to make that his profession. Occasionally, he relocated, but the shop was always the same: a small, dark, slightly dusty little place with plenty of glass cases housing different talismans, scriptures, and other oddities he had picked up during the course of his travels. Each was special, unique, and he made it a sort of mission to see that each piece made its way to the right owner.<br><br>But for all the genuine believers he entertained in his shop, there was never any shortage of wannabes. Cultural goths and other phonies who thought that buying a supposedly haunted pendant would get them in touch with the spirit world. Amaranth didn't much care for the fakers, but he took great pleasure in giving them the fright of their lives when he visited them in the middle of the night, convincing them that their purchases were cursed. After thousands of years in existence, entertainment was hard to come by, and Amaranth took his amusement where he could find it.<br><br>That particular day was a slow one for his little shop, but Amaranth hardly minded. He spent a lot of that quiet time in the back, a leather-bound book in his hand, rectangular reading glasses perched atop the bridge of his nose. He didn't really need the spectacles, but he liked the way they looked. Come early evening, he heard the bell at the front door ringing; someone had entered his shop. Amaranth was in no rush to join them, however. He had no real need to look after the shop. No one dared to steal from him.<br><br>When at last the shadow demon made his way out into the shop, the tails of his long black coat fluttering near his ankles, he observed the customer with some interest. A boy. A college boy, by the look of things. For some reason, he intrigued Amaranth and for a time, the creature only looked at him. Then, without warning, a single step took him across the full length of the room until he stood directly behind the young man, arms folded behind his back, silver eyes peering down at him, boring into the back of the boy's skull.<br><br>"That one comes directly from Egypt," he pointed out dryly, referencing the mummified human hand in the case. "Preserved in the traditional Egyptian fashion. Supposedly, her mummy was hacked to bits by graverobbers and burned soon after. Her hand is all that remains."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imaginationpen</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 21:12:46</strong>
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				Malakai had not felt the eyes on him nor heard the man approach. It was his words, startling him to the point that he jumped, which got his attention. Twisting, Malakai turned and looked up at the man with wide eyes. The information he was spewing, at this moment, fell on deaf ears as he tried to settle his heart. The man had given him quite the start!<br><br>Slowly, Malakai allowed his head to nod at the history of the mummified hand. "I see," Malakai said, glancing back to the hand. "That's really interesting." He wondered how the man (whom he assumed worked in the shop) knew of the artifact's exact history. Malakai assumed that it was just something that came with the job. "Uhh.." He sounded, before glancing back to the man behind him. Pushing off of the floor, Malakai straightened his back and turned to face the man. "Hi."<br><br>Mally offered a delicate and well manicured hand outwards, supposing that a formal greeting would fit nicely here. He did not give the store worker his name, but it just felt right to give some sort of greeting besides the hello. "Do you work here?" Malakai asked, wanting to be sure of his suspicions. Malakai had come to buy an item, if available, and he did not want to start making request to someone who had no affiliation with the store besides being a customer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 21:54:42</strong>
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				If he had startled the young man, Amaranth seemed not to notice or care. It came with the territory. Something about a musky old occult shop tended to put humans on edge, but Amaranth didn't like to think of it as just any old shop for occult enthusiasts. He had items on the shelves that no one in the modern ages knew existed, items born from the earth and the darkness as he had been. No, his was no ordinary occult shop. But to a simple human's eyes, he supposed it had to at least look like one.<br><br>Extending a spindly hand, Amaranth graciously shook that of the boy's, a thin, enigmatic smile on his lips. "Indeed," he replied, releasing the boy's hand and folding both of his in front of himself. "My name is Amaranth. I own this little establishment." Briefly, his sharp silver eyes trailed over the young man, almost trying to size him up. He didn't look like the sort of person who had extensive knowledge of or interested in items connected to the supernatural. But, he supposed, looks were often very deceiving.<br><br>"Can I help you find something?" he inquired. Most people who stepped into his shop only came in to browse, which wasn't all that surprising since the items in stock were not usually the kinds that one came looking for. Unless one was a genuine enthusiast - or another demon, of course. But the latter was highly unlikely in this case.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imaginationpen</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 02:48:48</strong>
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				"Malakai," The boy announced after the man offered his own name. Amaranth was not something common and he figured that it fit the owner of the shop very well. When his hand was released, Malakai lowered his hand to his side and popped his hip slightly. He tilted his head as the man he felt those eyes falling across his body. The silver eyes were definitely captivating, and Malakai quirked a brow. Lifting his hand up, Malakai brushed some hair from his eyes to get a better look at the man in front of him.<br><br>"Uh.." Malakai answered, glancing away nervously when asked what he was looking for. It seemed a little silly to ask about the board, but Malakai was genuinely interested. While he did not know a lot about the board or about the supernatural, Mally was very interested in learning. "Well. I was kind of looking for an ... Ouija board." He said, his eyes finally looking directly into the hues of the shop owner. "I heard through the grape vine that I could get a good board here." Malakai was trying to lighten the situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 05:08:41</strong>
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				For whatever reason, Amaranth felt compelled to remember the boy's name. He met so many people working in retail, but something about Malakai captivated him. He was beautiful, but in an awkward way that indicated he wasn't completely aware of his appeal. All the better. There was something adorable about him and it made Amaranth want to know him better. So rarely did humans ever capture his interest and the demon was loathe to let this opportunity escape him.<br><br>"A Ouija board, hm?" Amaranth reached up, tapping a long black nail against his chin thoughtfully. "I might have one or two..." Ouija boards were in high demand among occult enthusiasts. Every goth teenager with an interest in death wanted a Ouija board, usually without knowing what the boards were really for. But Amaranth wasn't all that concerned with what buyers used them for. Their fascination brought him business, so who was he to complain?<br><br>Peering back down at the boy, Amaranth smiled thinly and subtly nodded toward the side. "Follow me." Turning, the demon made his way toward a shelf tucked neatly near the register, from which he removed a slightly dusty Ouija board adorned with brilliant shades of blue, purple, and silver. "This one is a bit older than what you will find in other stores," he said, dusting off the surface of the board before he handed it off to Malakai. "But more effective, I would imagine. It has seen more in its lifetime than any Parker Brothers board."
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				Post by: <strong>imaginationpen</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 01:50:21</strong>
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				When his request was repeated, Malakai gave a gracious nod. Following this, his eyes would light up at the thought of actually being able to purchase a board at this place. If he had one, Malakai was sure to try to buy it! It was the first step, he thought, to achieving his goal to learn more about the supernatural. As directed, Malakai would follow the shop keeper. This man was a curious fellow, who caught Malakai's attention. While he did not feel exceptionally attracted to this man, he did have a sense that they could become friends. Maybe he could learn a lot about the occult from this guy?! Or even score a job at his shop.<br><br>Amaranth was looked upon as he reached to pull a board from it's hiding place. The dust did not seem to bother Malakai, for he eagerly took the old wooden board and gave it a look over. "Wow." Malakai said to himself, and glanced up to Amaranth's silver eyes when the man began to explain the age of the board. "... Yeah. That was my goal. I wanted something authentic, ... y'know?" Malakai nodded, as if to agree with himself, continuing to admire the etchings of the letters on the board. He wondered how many hands this had passed through, to end up in his own.<br><br>"How much?" Malakai asked, if not a bit abruptly. It was obvious he was maybe a bit too naive of what he was really getting himself into.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 03:38:32</strong>
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				Amaranth was a little surprised at Malakai's enthusiasm when he saw the board. He seemed so young, yet there was a glimmer of genuine interest in his eyes, one that said he appreciated the board's age, the craftsmanship behind it, and its general history. It wasn't often that his younger customers showed this sort of interest. Usually, they were only interested in how spooky something looked and how the board would look on a shelf. But that wasn't the case with Malakai.<br><br>The real question was if Amaranth's asking price for the board was too steep for him. Malakai didn't exactly look like he was made of money. Whatever the case, Amaranth was determined to make sure that he took the board home that evening. Otherwise, he would have no way of tracking him down. Shadow demons were able to form attachments with items that they touched and, subsequently, the people who owned them. And if his curiosity persisted, as long as Malakai had the Ouija board... Amaranth would have the option of finding him.<br><br>"Boards like this one tend to be quite pricey," Amaranth pointed out, letting down a hand to lovingly run his fingers along the embossed silver edges of the board. "Vintage boards often run in the ballpark of $150-200, depending on the materials used during its construction. But since you seem to like this one so much..." A thin smile turned up the corners of his lips once more. "$120." And if that was still too steep for the young man, Amaranth was not completely adverse to the idea of offering him another option.
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				Post by: <strong>imaginationpen</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 03:59:33</strong>
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				Malakai knew that getting the board on the internet would cost about twenty dollars. He was willing to pay something around sixty dollars, and maybe eighty. But when Amaranth stated that the boards could up to two hundred dollars, Malakai swallowed hard. He might just have to settle for a cheap board anyway. Amaranth's asking price of $120 was still too much for the college kid, who continued to hold the board tenderly. <br><br>He could only manage to breathe out a gentle, "Oh." Malakai felt stupid for coming into the shop and not being more prepared. He only had thirty dollars in his pocket (besides his credit card) and he had mostly been searching around. But if he let the board go, the next time that he came back to get it, it was his luck that it would be gone. "I don't... I don't think that I can afford that." Malakai said sadly, lowering his face. "I'm sorry," he said, as he offered the board back to Amaranth. He didn't like saying no, but with his limited income and college budget, he really did not have $120 dollars to blow on a board, no matter how nice it was. Not to mention his parents would have thrown a fit had they known he'd bought one especially at that price.
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				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 04:27:38</strong>
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				Just as Amaranth had expected, Malakai didn't have enough money to purchase the board. This was working out beautifully. Money was of no real importance to Amaranth; he had enough to sustain his modest lifestyle for quite a while, so he could afford to take a loss here and there. And the situation that had fallen into his lap was just so damn tempting. Who was he to pass up a golden opportunity? He had to make sure that that board went home with Malakai that night.<br><br>Flapping his hand dismissively, Amaranth gently nudged the board away and back into Malakai's grasp. "I am in the business of making sure the right item finds its way to the right person," he stated with a matter-of-fact sort of tone. "And this board belongs with you. So, I am prepared to make you an offer." Amaranth didn't doubt what he was about to do in the slightest. It was a bit of a risk, he supposed, but life had been so dull as of late that he was willing to tread the razor's edge for a little while.<br><br>"You can take the board home for $60. Half the asking price. And to make up the rest of the cost... you can come work at the shop part-time. A week or two would suffice." With any luck, that week or two would be all he needed to vent his curiosity and move on with his life, because he could not afford to be distracted by a mortal for too long. "To be perfectly honest, I could use the help. I have a new shipment coming in soon and inventory will not take care of itself. What do you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imaginationpen</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 02:20:27</strong>
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				Mally did not expect Amaranth's reaction. It was obvious in the way that his eyes sparked and his chin lifted. Malakai held the board back to his chest as he ran his fingers gently along the bottom of it. Amaranth's words about how the board belonged with him was awkward to say the least, but he accepted it. It was obvious to Malakai that Amaranth knew what he was doing, in the history of the mummified hand and just the way he spoke to him about the board.<br><br>Tilting his head slightly, Malakai listened to the offer. He nodded gently as a wide smile came upon his face. "Yea! ... Yes." Malakai said, seemingly unable to contain his happiness. He hugged the board, and looked up to Amaranth with admiring eyes. "Wow. Thank you." Malakai walked over to the front counter where he would sit down the board for a moment, digging out his wallet. He would have to pay with his credit card, since he only had thirty dollars cash. Mally allowed his eyes to glance about the place that he would be 'employed' at for the next couple weeks. "I can come over once my afternoon classes finish everyday - I can get you a schedule." He assured, and Malakai wondered about maybe even after he had paid off his debt, asking to actually be employed with a paycheck in the shop. Malakai fished out his card, and waited for Amaranth to be able to take it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 05:01:16</strong>
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				Much to Amaranth's delight, Malakai accepted the offer. In actuality, there really was no need for Malakai to have worked off the remaining balance... the board was old, but it wasn't worth the price he had quoted. Seventy at the very most. But what fun would it have been to give the boy an easy time of it? This way, Amaranth could observe him during the day and if he so chose, stalk him at night. The demon was hoping to get the young man out of his system and this seemed to be the best way to let the fascination run its course, then fade away.<br><br>"That sounds reasonable," Amaranth replied, dusting off his long sleeves as he moved back behind the counter. "I close up shop on the weekends, so I will only need you here on weekdays. Two weeks of work at the very most." Letting out a spindly hand, he took the boy's credit card and ran it through the machine. He did despise the damn things... The intricacies of technology didn't elude him, but he didn't particularly care for any of it. His cynicism came with his age, he supposed.<br><br>"How old are you, Malakai?" the demon ventured as he handed the card back and waited for the receipt to print. "I assume you're a student and I would hate to drag you away from your studies for too long."
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				Post by: <strong>imaginationpen</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 20:49:10</strong>
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				Malakai had no idea of the pricing of the board nor did he realize that Amaranth may be trying to swindle him. He figured the man was genuine and was offering him a good deal on the board! When the shop hours were explained to him, Malakai nodded his head slowly. "OK. That sounds good." Malakai was not a big partier, so he wouldn't have anything to do on the weekends anyway... besides study, of course.<br><br>When his new 'employer' asked of his age, Malakai tilted his head slightly. He supposed that it was only right for the man to know it. "I'm nineteen. I'll be turning twenty at the end of next month." Malakai said, taking the card back with a gentle word of thanks. "Yea, I go to the University that's just right up the road - so the shop is surprisingly very local." Again, he nodded as if to confirm his own statement.<br><br>Malakai was a cheery little fellow, smiling all the while as he reached to place the credit card back into his wallet. "... So, Um ... do you need anything done today? Or ought I just come back on Monday?" Malakai gave the place a glance around, curious as to when his 'working' for Amaranth would begin, and what exactly he would be doing.
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				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 08:24:08</strong>
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				Only nineteen. Amaranth had courted the occasional human before, but never one that young. Apparently, his tastes had changed yet again - he wasn't that surprised. What did surprise him, though, was how intensely attracted to Malakai he really was. No human had ever captured his interest so quickly and so completely. Those next two weeks would do him good. Heaven knew it had been a while since anyone had intrigued him even half this much. He would take his entertainment where he could get it.<br><br>Ripping off the receipt as it printed, Amaranth slid it across the counter with a pen so the young man could sign it. "Monday will be fine," he replied, leaning a bony hip against the edge of the counter and raking his eyes discreetly over Malakai's form. "I'm sure I can find something for you to do." He didn't want to be caught looking, but he couldn't help himself. All of the old urges were coming back and damn if Malakai didn't make a delightful way for him to vent them.<br><br>Reaching under the counter, Amaranth produced a thin box and a few sheets of tissue paper to wrap up the board. It wasn't really necessary, but the board was quite old and besides, he doubted Malakai wanted to be seen with the item to begin with. Not every boy his age was comfortable admitting that he was interested in Ouija boards - and society was fairly closed-minded to begin with. Sliding the wrapped package across the counter to its new owner, Amaranth smiled at him. "I'll be seeing you on Monday, Malakai."<br><br>Or, if Amaranth grew particularly restless... he would simply visit him through the board over the weekend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imaginationpen</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 01:46:54</strong>
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				As Amaranth scooted the receipt and pen towards him, Malakai took up the pen in his fingers with a cordial nod of thanks. Malakai bent at his waist, popping his ass out into the air as he leaned over the counter to sign the receipt. He did this subconsciously, but did make an effort in his signature, as though to make an impression on his boss. His signature was large, neat, and bubbly. Very professional looking.<br><br>Malakai stood straight, just to see Amaranth wrapping the board. It really was a good idea, he thought. Sliding the pen back in his 'new boss'' direction, Malakai popped his hip out to relax against it until his board was handed back to him. He took it carefully, cradling the board in his arm. "Thanks again, Amaranth." Malakai said in response, as though to prove he had not forgotten the man's name either. He took a few steps backwards, "See you Monday," waved, before retreating from the store.<br><br>Once back into his single dorm, Malakai sat his board down on his desk. He did not bother to unwrap it, but instead got right into some homework. He debated contacting some friends, so that they could play with the board the next night. He decided, for the time being, against it. A day passed him, and Malakai found himself too busy to unwrap the board. The night after having met Amaranth, things settled and he plopped down on his bed. His eyes seemed to come directly to the board. Malakai swallowed hard before approaching it, and ripping off the tissue paper. He was careful with it, as always, admiring the workmanship of his new board. Only a few weeks, and the baby would be paid off. Malakai had heard bad things about using the board by himself. He had also heard that the board worked best when it was 'in tune' with it's owner. He decided to put the Ouija board under his bed, near the head of it. Malakai went about his night as usual, and around eleven that night he crawled into bed in only a loose pair of PJ bottoms, forgetting about the board.<br><br>Usually Malakai slept through the night soundly, with no odd dreams to wake him. But that night, dreams seemed to plague him to the point that he awoke sometime between one and four in the morning. His vision was blurred, and Malakai felt dazed. He turned away from the wall he was facing, to lay facing outwards into the dorm. Malakai closed his eyes ... when he opened them again, though, his heart stopped. Was he seeing what he thought he was seeing? It looked like a figure ... Malakai narrowed his eyes, squinted them to get a better look. After a moment, when the shadow did not move, Malakai relaxed his shoulders. Just a shadow. He closed his eyes, ... and drifted in a light 'sleep'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 11:05:47</strong>
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				And just as Amaranth thought that he might, he grew restless over the weekend. He had tried to keep himself busy to avoid giving in to his own urges, but as it turned out, Malakai was too tempting of a prospect to pass up. The fact that he had the board made it that much easier, although Amaranth sensed that he hadn't used it yet. Whether that was because he was intimidated by the board or because he simply didn't have the time had yet to be seen. But it didn't matter.<br><br>Amaranth knew how to make use of the board.<br><br>The board left a trail of sorts for Amaranth to follow and the night after meeting Malakai, the shadow demon took it upon himself to pay the young man a little visit. Initially, he hadn't planned on actually doing much. Maybe just lurking in the corner of his room and watching him as he slept. And for a while, that was enough to satisfy him. Hours passed and the boy seemed restless as he tried to sleep. Was he that sensitive to Amaranth's presence that sleep eluded him? All the better. It meant he would be more susceptible to his charms in the future, or so he hoped.<br><br>As he lay in wait, watching the boy, Amaranth was little more than a few particles making up the shadow in the corner of his room. It was this same kind of darkness that had given birth to him and he was quite comfortable to remain there for a time. But then he too grew anxious. He had to act on those urges before they drove him completely mad. He slithered from the shadows, but he opted not to completely manifest in a physical form, just in case the young man was to wake up and recognize him. The last thing he needed was for Malakai to think that he was a stalker of some sort... even though he was, in a sense.<br><br>Settling for a half-formed shape composed of little more than blackness, Amaranth made his way to Malakai's bed, hovering for a time before descending upon him. Without a completely formed physical body, he couldn't actually do very much, but because Malakai had yet to find a restful sleep, he was able to accomplish more by "suggesting" things to him as he slept. By doing so, he gave both himself and Malakai the illusion of a physical form, allowing him to slip under the covers and rake his hands over the young man's body, moving slowly, sensually, but in a way no human ever could. Malakai would more than likely receive it as a dream - but a very real one.<br><br>Amaranth was hoping to see the boy's body respond to his sexual advances. After all, he was only human...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imaginationpen</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 03:46:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Malakai was not one to have a high occurrence of dreams, especially wet ones. He was not going to deny that he did not have wet dreams, but it was just uncommon. Tonight, things were to be different.<br><br>Malakai was currently laying in the bed, flat on his back. He felt an overwhelming feeling of sexual stimulation, his hips twitching. Mally was under the impression that fingertips were inching down his navel. In his dream, a very attractive but at the same time ultimately faceless male was working his fingers along Malakai's smooth, hairless skin. Malakai relaxed into the sheets, but felt his dick becoming hard. His brow hitched, and Malakai turned his face. "... mmm ..." A slight groan was given, and Malakai, in his sleep, writhed against the imaginary feel of stimulation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 12:05:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amaranth was quite pleased with the boy's reaction. There was little he could do in terms of physical contact, but he made up for it with something akin to the power of suggestion. As shapeless shadows rolled over Malakai's sleeping body, Amaranth was able to transmit thoughts to accompany specific actions. The occasional brush of a nipple, a teasing graze between his thighs, and finally a hand around his erect member.<br><br>Young men like Malakai were so much fun to play with. Very few of them had much restraint and Amaranth found them utterly amusing, like new toys. He loved to see how long it took him to get them aroused and how long they would last once they were. It was great fun and, much to his delight, Malakai was quite a bundle of amusement. The way he moaned into his pillow was utterly erotic; Amaranth could have ravished him right then and there.<br><br>But instead, he opted to just stroke him lazily. He wanted to leave a bit of an impression on the boy in the form of stained sheets and a naughty little dream that would stick with him even after he woke. It would be quite amusing to see if, when he came into the shop that Monday, he remembered it all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imaginationpen</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 03:20:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Having lacked any sexual stimulation for a while, Malakai was embarrassingly easy to bring to climax. Writhing against the sheets, Malakai unknowingly called out as his cock released a thick amount of semen was sprayed onto his comforter, and lower abdomen.<br><br>The morning after, Malakai awoke with his cock hanging out of his PJ bottoms, and a sticky substance along his stomach, sides and sheets. "W-What...mmm." Malakai rubbed his eyes as he tried to wake up. When he pulled back the sheets, he realized what had happened. It was then he remembered his dream. It was a very vivid recollection of another male crawling into bed with him. The man had caressed him, toyed with his sensitive nipples and thighs, then stroked him off. Malakai felt his face burning with a blush, moving from the bed to shower and change his sheets.<br><br>Malakai did not understand. He'd never had dreams so vivid and realistic like that before. Especially not ones that he could recall so easily, or ones that made his stomach twitch while remembering them. He did not, however, blame the Ouija board that sat on the floor under his bed, but near the head of it. Instead, ... Malakai just moved the board so that it was at the foot of the bed.<br><br>The weekend went without any other instances, but he still did not find time to play with the board. After his noon class had ended, Malakai made his way downtown towards the little shop, where he would be working for the next couple of weeks. Mally had dropped his bag off at his dorm, so had nothing with him. The little bell a top the door gave a jingle as he entered. "Hey," He called, noticing no customers nor Amaranth at the front counter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 10:34:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The moment he accomplished his task, Amaranth drew back, taking a moment to admire his work before slinking back into the corner. He had no desire to be there when Malakai woke. Of course, the boy wasn't likely to put two and two together, but still. If he lingered, he would be tempted to toy with him further, and he had done enough for one night. Best to wait until the boy came in to work once the weekend was out, and with that thought in mind, he returned to his home.<br><br>That Monday, Amaranth opened up the shop as usual. He didn't expect much business until nightfall, however. Business was generally slow in the daytime, usually consisting of the occasional tourist, but not much more. His particular clientele only tended to come out after the sun had gone down, often "goth" kids, or whatever name society had for them. Amaranth hadn't the faintest idea. All he knew was that they tended to lean toward the useless items that would gather dust in their bedrooms.<br><br>From the back room, Amaranth heard the bell at the top of the door ringing to indicate that someone had stepped in. The idea that it was a customer didn't even cross Amaranth's mind; he knew it was Malakai. Pleased with the young man's promptness, he took a break from counting up the new inventory to greet him. "Good afternoon, Malakai. How was your weekend?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imaginationpen</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 01:11:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Malakai heard Amaranth stirr in the back, beyond the counter. He approached the counter, placing his hands against the solid wood surface, leaning towards the back room. Then, Amaranth came forward, showing himself.<br><br>Malakai was smiling when he saw Amaranth, but when asked of his weekend ... Malakai could only think of that vivid and arousing dream. His smile faded, and his mouth grew dry. "..." Inhaling deeply, Malakai nodded. "Good. Fine." He said, a bit too quickly. His smile returned fast, though. "A-and yours?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 10:43:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Malakai clearly wasn't about to divulge the more intimate details of his weekend, but Amaranth saw it written all over his face. He remembered that night, at least parts of it, and it pleased him immensely to see the impact it had had on him. Whether or not he ever told the boy that it was him, that he had been the one lurking in the shadows and pleasuring him as he slept, he would have this lovely moment to look back on. And what bliss it was...<br><br>"Uneventful," he lied smoothly, smiling pleasantly. Making his way over to the panel separating the counter from the back room, he waved Malakai closer. "Into the back now," Amaranth urged. "I am cataloging my new inventory. It's as good a place as any for you to start your work, unless you feel like dusting." And since practically everything in the place was covered in dust, that was probably a bigger job than cataloging.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imaginationpen</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 04:01:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Malakai knew that he was lying, but he didn't know that Amaranth knew that HE was lying! How was he to know that the dream was caused by Amaranth! He took the greeting with a grain of salt, and nodded when Amaranth described his weekend. Uneventful? Well he sure seemed to have a lot to smile for!<br><br>When ushered towards the back, Malakai tucked some hair behind his ear and nodded again. "Cataloging sounds fine," Malakai said. "The dust'll be there for another day." Malakai assured with a laugh, inching his way towards Amaranth and the door to the back room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 11:51:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Opening up the door leading into the back room, Amaranth grinned to himself, watching him from behind with a purely lascivious look in his eyes. But Malakai, with his back turned, wouldn't have the opportunity to see it. With a few ideas for the day turning over in his head, the shadow demon waited until Malakai had slipped into the room to slip in behind him, darkening the shop as he went.<br><br>He wanted the shop to appear closed so that he could have a bit of alone time with his new employee.<br><br>Ushering the boy toward the boxes of new items he had bought over the weekend, Amaranth instructed him on how to catalog them properly. It was fairly simple; all he had to do was write general descriptions of what was received onto a spreadsheet and assign item numbers so that Amaranth could keep track of them as they sold.<br><br>"You should have no problem. It's fairly easy. Just be careful not to break anything, otherwise I might have to keep you for an extra week," he teased.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imaginationpen</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 18:41:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Malakai had no idea. He was very naive. Biting on his bottom lip, the young man entered the back room and began to look around. It seemed like Amaranth had already been working on the inventory. He was going to try to do his best. Malakai, even though it was just pay back for the board he'd yet to use, never liked to half ass a task.<br><br>Malakai sat in a chair, and looked up at Amaranth as he spoke. "Yeah, it seems simple enough." He nodded, and looked at the mounds of boxes. Excepting that, of course, there was a lot of inventory to take. It was better than dusting, anyway!<br><br>Mally took a clipboard, and reached for an item as Amaranth teased him. "Heh," Malakai laughed, holding an old looking vase in his fingertips. "I'll be careful, no worries." Malakai began to write down a description and assign the vase an item number. Yes, very simple - just tedious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 10:43:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fortunately, Malakai didn't seem to have any complaints about his task. It was quite a good thing to have him around, since Amaranth absolutely detested having to take care of the tedious chores himself. They were necessary to his business, of course (usually for tax purposes), but that didn't mean he enjoyed them in the least. Patting Malakai on the back, the shadow demon moved past him and let him get to work.<br><br>But for as much as he wished he could simply leave the boy to it... he didn't have that much self-restraint.<br><br>"I'm surprised that a boy your age has the free time to spend at a job every day," he thought aloud, pretending to examine an antique vase. "Do you not have girlfriends you would rather spend your time with? Or... boyfriends?" He had no idea what Malakai's sexual orientation was, but he was determined to find out in one way or another.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imaginationpen</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 13:35:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That pat of his thin back was appreciated. Malakai felt really good about this. He had never had an official job, as he spent most of his summers in his high school years volunteering his time. He saw this as just another one of his tasks, but with a job opportunity attached. Malakai was hopeful that if he did a good enough job during his 'pay off' period, that Amaranth may consider to actually hire him. Malakai would not have minded a few extra dollars in his pocket!<br><br>Malakai picked up another ceramic item, being careful with it as he checked the item for condition and description. But, he glanced over his shoulder as Amaranth spoke to him. When Amaranth mentioned girlfriends, Malakai quickly turned his head back to the ceramic in his hands, eyes hardening. Malakai had to admit that he had never exactly been in a committed relationship with either a male or a female. Mally, however, could not shake the images he had in his head from the dreams he'd had over the weekend. He knew the 'person' touching him had been a male, but he could not figure why he had been so turned on.<br><br>Exhaling, Malakai sat down the ceramic and reached up to scratch uneasily at the back of his neck. "Uhh ..." What was he supposed to say to that? "N-No. I don't do that." He said. Then, realizing that his statement could be taken the wrong way, as something rather sexual, Malakai quickly clarified. "D-Dating - I mean." Malakai did not deny being attracted to females or males. Malakai hung his head a minute, hand dropping to his lap. 'Ive kissed a girl before. But I can't deny that dream was really hot,' Malakai thought to himself, 'does that make me bisexual?' Malakai's jaw clenched just before he relaxed enough to begin writing down the ceramic's details, and assigning it a number.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 11:47:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At first, when Malakai responded, Amaranth had taken it to mean that he was completely closed off to the idea of dating men. That theory came into question, however, when the boy clarified that he had only meant he didn't date. It was unfortunate, in a way, that Malakai's beauty was being utterly wasted. But he would soon change all that. His lust for the boy had yet to fade and he was eager to see just how receptive he was to the idea of sex with another man. Or how much it would take to convince him that it was a good idea.<br><br>"That's a shame," he tutted gently, jotting down a note about the vase and setting it aside to examine another item. In truth, he had already examined it all earlier, but he wanted to at least appear busy so he wouldn't look like he was simply grilling Malakai for information - which he was, of course.<br><br>"A boy your age should be out there having fun. Believe me, when you get to be my age, there are fewer and fewer opportunities." Although there was almost no way that Malakai would live to reach even a tenth of Amaranth's age.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love of the Occult (BrilliantDays x imaginationpen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imaginationpen</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 18:04:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Malakai had to admit that when he first met Amaranth, he had not felt any sort of caution when accepting the job. Now, as he sat, cataloging items, Malakai felt very uneasy around Amaranth. Maybe it was the questions he was asking... or perhaps it was just Malakai's own unsurity in the questions?<br><br>A shame? Malakai turned his face up to Amaranth, serching the man's features for confirmation of the meaning of his words. Opportunities? Malakai swallowed the spit that had gathered in his mouth, hard. "Uh..." Malakai sighed and pressed his fingers into his right temple.<br><br>"I know ..." He said, in response to Amaranth's words on 'growing up'. "But. I mean, School and stuff comes first." Malakai said. He was quiet for a bit.<br><br>"And there's like ... no one really." This was muttered. He meant no one for him, no one to understand, and no one that caught his eye. That one little statement meant a lot.
			</dd>
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