Under his Protection (marsizmixedxaltheras)
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				Title: <strong>Under his Protection (marsizmixedxaltheras)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Plussizebiscuit9168</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 03:51:41</strong>
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				'What am I doing out here?'<br><br>The thought was brief and rather secluded in the males mind as he sat at a small cafe' table, uncertain as to what the hell he was even doing. Had he been insane?! To run from a council member, a person who had more then enough power to bring him to his very knees if he so desired! But dammit, if his father hadn't completely gone over the limit with that one.<br><br><em>"Really Eli, its not that bad."</em><br><br>Right..not that bad....to hell with him!! To think, his own father, his own flesh and boiling blood, had sold him..like...like a piece of property....<em>TO ANOTHER MAN!</em> Elisthene Mothilo, Eli for short, growled, banging his head repeatedly against the table, despite looks from other patrons around him. When he had a sizable headache, he lay there, staring miserably across the street.&nbsp; This was beyond anything he could have ever imagined happening to him. In fact, he had never imagined this happening to him. Stuff like this happened to other people, not Eli. <br><br>&nbsp;It had all happened so suddenly. He had come home in a rather pleased mood, having just finished his night with a rather buxom blonde beauty, and had every intention of seeing her again. Upon entering his father had converged on him, claiming to have had a surprise for him. Eli had thought nothing of it, as his father was a rather well known merchant and often gave him exotic trinkets, which he inturn gave to his lovers. But he had been caught off guard when he had followed his sir into the large banquet room...and promptly been introduced to a man, as Eli had already mentally figured, had the power to bring him to his knees, wether he wanted it or not. <br><br>&nbsp;It was only later, after Eli had excused himself that he found out the mans real intentions for being there. His father had sold him...to the lead of the Demonic Councils Trade division.<br><br>Needless to say, the young male had not stayed and had fled the moment he could. But it now left him lost and confused, uncertain of what to even do. He couldn't go back. But at the same time had no where to go. Frustrated, he sat up, running a hand through a dark mop of hair, pale red eyes peering out from behind the smoked glasses he used to cover them up when he was in the human realm. He might have been safe now...but that did not mean he would be safe forever. Another soft growl escaped him. He needed help...he needed....he needed...a body guard. Yes, that was it...he needed a body guard. Someone who would keep him safe. <br><br>"Question is...where the hell do I find one before they find me?"
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				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 08:07:11</strong>
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				The desperation he could sense was growing stronger, and he tracked it on the wind like a hound on the scent of a hunted animal. It called out to him like the pulse of a lighthouse to a far off ship. It was this type of desperation that could get others to sell him their souls. How he loved the taste of vengeance. The older he got the more picky he had become in his tastes, so finding exactly what he wanted in a soul had become more and more difficult, leaving him often hungry and wanting. So when he did pick up the scent of potential prey he was quick to act on it.<br><br>It didn't take long for him to find the little diner, where he slipped inside and sat at a table across the room to study the subject from a distance. He gave a small smirk when the other began slamming his head into the table, knowing that this was the man he sought. He would be very desperate indeed, and perhaps with a little persuasion he would sell his soul to the demon for the sake of having his dreams come true. <br><br>Sebastian licked his lips at the thought, ignoring the waitress that had come to take his order and swiftly moving to the table of the upset looking young man. He slid into the seat across from him and tilted his head to one side, propping his cheek idly on one hand and offering a devilish smirk. "I couldn't help but notice that you seem to be rather distraught... is there anything I might do to be of help?" He grinned and bowed his head offering his hand in greeting. "Sebastian Michaelis at your service." 
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				Post by: <strong>Plussizebiscuit9168</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 04:55:29</strong>
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				Eli blinked, staring at the young man who had suddenly appeared across from him. He glanced around, trying to see if perhaps the guy was lost or something. Realizing no such thing was possible, he returned his hidden gaze back to the male, raising one brow slightly. Distraught was not how he would have described his current situation. As it was, hiding out here was his only option until Clyde, the afore mentioned Demon Counselor, figured out where he was. After that...well...he really didn't know. The demonic realms were definately out of the question. That was like throwing himself on a pile of sharp knives. He may as well have stripped himself naked and wrapped a bow around his balls.<br><br>&nbsp;Frowning at the thought he let his gaze settle on the young man in front of him once more, taking his appearence in carefully, just in case. Other demons were just as capable of hiding their true identities and if they were good enough, they were hardly any more different then a human. Eli took a deep breath, trying to scent theother, but only managing to inhale the smell of typical diner food. He chose to keep his glasses on,red eyes searching his counterparts face with interest. He was..handsome...so he supposed. Alittle wispy looking...but possibley just what Eli was looking for.<br><br>"Names....El....ah....Felix. Felix....Ashton. And as a matter of fact....there is. I...ah...my how to explain this." ELi considered his words carefully. "I...simply seem to be having a problem...er..with a relative. You see...my..relative...offered me something I simply had to refuse. It...it would not have done me very well to have accepted. But it seems in doing so I...offended...my family member. He is quiet, how should I say, distraught himself and...is rather eager to have me return home in order to force this little...present I guess you could call it, on myself. I was rather hoping that by coming here he may have given up such a silly notion..and I now find myself in a rather unpleasant predicament".
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				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 07:09:57</strong>
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				"Oh?" Sebastian smirked and leaned forward, propping his chin on his hand. He had made no effort to hide his own eyes, revealing them to be a dark brownish red which may have been possible for a human, but a terribly rare shade among their species. In truth, he had disguised the color slightly, but only enough to fool humans, to another demon it would be obvious what he was. He was ancient and powerful, and had no fear of his own kind. Most of them were like gnats compared to him, and the few who had been foolish enough to attack him in the past had been swiftly and brutally dealt with. His demeanor spoke of confidence and certainty. He feared nothing. <br><br>"I see. So your name is Eli then? I'm sure you were about to say that before changing it to Felix." His smirk grew more sinister and he extended his hand to the other demon with a wink. "I am Sebastian, it is a pleasure to meet you." He waited for the handshake to be accepted as he continued to speak. "Perhaps you could tell me more about your unfortunate situation? I cannot be of service unless I know the truth of what is involved, you see?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Under his Protection (marsizmixedxaltheras)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Plussizebiscuit9168</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 06:02:56</strong>
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				Eli's eyes narrowed slightly behind his shades, observing the lilth male before him. He ignored the extended hand, not wanting to give himself away. His instincs partially told him not to trust the other, let alone touch him. For all he knew, this was one of Clydes little helpers. Ontop of that, the fellow was offering himself without even knowing if that was what Eli even wanted. It was of course...but he had given no inclination to his needs.&nbsp; Ontop of that, it suddenly occured to him the other thought he was human. He had been very careful to hide any hint that he was a demon in any way.<br><br>"Well",he mused, shifting slightly, positioning himself just incase he had to run. Where he would go he had no clue, but that was somethign he would concern himself with when he got to such a point.&nbsp; "Well...I..dont want to bore you with to much of my own lifes issue...given we've just...met...and all. But, lets just say doing what this relative wants is beyond even myself and..well...it just wont do. I was in hopes someone would come along and..help me out but. Well...sometimes thats much harder then one would think".<br><br>He sighed, his face twisting into a slight grimace. "Its been a bigger hassel then necissary and taking up a lot of my time. Of course...if I could find someone to, er, help me out..Id be willing to pay them with something worth..well...my own soul." Not that Eli had to worry about that. His soul had been long gone...but this guy didnt know that it seemed.
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				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 07:58:27</strong>
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				"Oh?" Sebastian gave him a long and skeptical look, wondering just what this one could pay him in. He did know full well that he was a demon, and that he had no real soul to offer, but there were other things one could use for payment that may be worth just as much. <br><br>"Something worth your soul you say? What might that be... seeing as you don't have one of those. How might you judge what it's worth if you never had it?" He smirked, waiting for the effect of his words to sink in. Clearly the other was under the impression that he had fooled him in some way. He wanted to make it clear that such illusions had no effect on his kind. In fact, he wondered if this unfortunate whelp of a demon even knew what he was dealing with. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Under his Protection (marsizmixedxaltheras)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Plussizebiscuit9168</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 05:35:28</strong>
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				Eli smiled faintly. Ok, so the guy wasn't as dumb as he thought. But that didn't mean he was trust worthy. Lowering his glasses some he eyed him, red eyes glittering some. "You seem so interested in a soul...allright smart guy. So I dont have a soul to offer...but I can offer you other things". He stood, taking the last swig of the drink he had been nursing earlier prior to banging his head on the table in his misery.<br><br>Moving around the table he slid a hand across the males soulders, leaning down until he could bring his mouth close to his ear. "I know I dont seem much, and I don't know what kind of crazy fucked up demon you are...nor if I should even really be trusting you.&nbsp; But I'll give you the whole story....My Names Elisthene Mothilio. Im the son of a fairly high up Merchant in the underworld...unfortunatly for me...my dad fucked up. He decided the best way to boost sales was to sell the rarest item in his collection. That just happens to be..well..his own son. " <br><br>He moved to the other side, still speaking in a low voice. "You see though...theres a problem with this whoooole situation my friend. The man my charming father sold me to is Clyde Devall...the lead of one of the biggest sectors of the demonic counsel....and I made the follish decision to run and hide from him up here in the miserable human realms. But that of course can only last so long." <br><br>He straightened and sighed. "Im in need of a form of protection...I can pay handsomley...but....alas...such protection does not exist..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Under his Protection (marsizmixedxaltheras)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 07:31:42</strong>
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				Sebastian listened intently to his story, giving small nods here and there until finally it was all out in the open. He then leaned across the table and nodded to him. "It sounds like you are in quite the fix. Even for a demon, your father is awfully low to sell his own son. Who would carry on for him in the future if he sells you, does he have many children?" The demon stroked his chin for a moment, eyes flicking down to the table as he seemed lost in thought. "Truly, he is foolish in his greed." <br><br>He leaned back against his seat, folding his arms across his chest and regarding Eli for a long moment, wondering just what he could possibly offer him. He could not truly eat him, since he was a demon, but perhaps this little adventure would provide him with some entertainment at the very least. As long as he'd been around, good fun was getting harder and harder to find. <br><br>"I could offer you protection. Your father and even the entire demonic counsel are insects compared to me." By saying this he was confirming the fact that he was of a rare group of demons, the original fallen angels. They were the only ones who could claim power enough to deal with even one member of the counsel, let alone all of them as if they were just meaningless flies. "Perhaps your father would sell you to me instead?" He smirked playfully and waved his hand dismissively. "I jest. I prefer to serve rather than be served. It gives me... purpose." 
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