Human slave & Demon master RP

LunaticLove

LunaticLove

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Slavery was once in the past of human lives. It was abolished then forgotten, never to be seen again. Until now that is. Demons have found a way to enter the human world. They grew tired of their own world so they now want to explore the surface. They caught humans by surprise, taking over their semi-peaceful lives. Every human was rounded up and placed into small, enclosed cities to be counted, sorted, and controlled by the demons.


The fate of the humans is soon to be decided. The choice is small, the decision large. Send the humans to death or make them demon slaves? The choice was simple.


Humans are slaves.


RULES!:


- I expect good grammar, punctuation, and spelling. (I know people make errors so try your best and you'll be fine.)


- Keep in character as much as you can.


- Be careful what you post! Don't get a warning from GgAcE.


- Violence is going to be part of this RP but keep it under control.


-Have fun!


Warning:


- Violence is a part of this role play. If you do not like this then... the exits are here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, anywhere!"
 
Eimin wasn't like the others. He didn't want to shout or scream out his name, or those petty words people called freedom or hope. It made no since when there was none to ask for. Their hope was stripped away once the demon's made their way to the surface, why couldn't these people understand that. He could, or was it just because he knew that his life had no freedom. Constantly haunted by his families rumors, and their dumb desires that put them in their positions today. A small wind escaped his lips as he blinked several of times. Small strand of his hair falling from the top to the bottom. The wall seemed more interesting than it was yesterday. His body was laid out on the floor, on hi side as his hand was in front of his face. He didn't really move from that spot, except when he was given food or a beating for not responding to their idiotic questions. His mind was stable, and it was quiet until he heard a door slam. The keys jingled on his waist as he walked down the hall, passing a few other guards who watched over the slaves , to make sure they had no ideas of revolting.


"Hello my prized rock. You might real me in some big cash." Eimin was lazy about how he moved. Simply flinging his arm over toward the other side, and flipping himself that way. His eyes were low ,the deep red hues just staring at him. The man bent down as he rolled him half a piece of bread with mold on it. " If you don't get me the cash I want , I am going to kill you." Eimin cracked a smile, as he sat up from his laid down position. "Die...kill, why don't you do it already." He scooted closer to the bars , as if the tiger wanted to be petted. "I don't care, do it." His eyes dropped low as he reached out his hand. His small arm exciting the bars that were spaced apart evenly. The guard backed away as he hissed , pulling the boy by his hair. Eimin's face was slammed against the cold metal bars , as he whined out. "This hurts doesn't it, boy." Eimin was having trouble trying to break free. The guard spat on his head then threw him back as he hit the bars with his foot. "Know your place slave." The guard walked off with scoffs as Eimin laid on the floor curled up. At first he looked like he was about to cry but he only smiled. Tears weld up as he began to laugh.


~~~`


A knock at the door was heard, while L was taking a nap. He hated being disturbed by people , even when he wasn't sleeping. He groaned as he opened one of his eyes toward the door. "What." A slave petite looking thing, opened the door, allowing the hound to walk in. Its eyes black as night as it whine giving him a small slip with a seal on it. The girl was waved away as he sat up yawning. "Good boy koko" He stated as he pet the hound's head. Sliding out of bed, stark naked as he read. "Mmm, slave auctioning ...new prizes that match your desires." What ws this an ad, to sell me he thought. He smiled as he threw it away. "It worked." The slave that opened the door ran to get his ride ready, along with his newly fresh cig and his cup of wine.


With ease and such grace, he did his hair in it's normal fashion then got dressed. The hound only wore a bow tie as he excited his room and walked down the stairs. "Is it ready." The female bowed her head as a yes and opened the door for him to walk through . She slid the cig into his mouth while the butler lit it and handed him his wine. With out any seconds to spare, he climbed into his car. And told his driver to take off.
 
Ruron


A knock at the door sounded quietly in the early hours of the morning. "Come in" he called softly sitting straighter in his desk. He had been up half the night working on last minute paperwork. He called it last minute but really it was due in two weeks. The real reason he was up was that a storm had blown through last night and he wasn't able to sleep.


A small, petite female slave walked in holding two trays in her slender arms, one with a cup of coffee the other a note. She hurried to his desk placing the coffee to his left and the note in front of him.


Today's date was stamped neatly in the front of the note. When he flipped in open his own sprawling handwriting read"Slave auction at noon."Ruron folded the note back and took a long sip of the scalding hot liquid of his coffee. He shuffled over to his dark wooden wardrobe pulling out a clean black suit and a white tie. He bathed, shaved, and changed in less than 15 minutes. Ruron skipped breakfast, telling himself that he would stop somewhere after the visit to the slave ring.


Ruron sat in his dark green Jeep Wrangler for a moment just thinking about the different possibilities of his day. After a few minutes rolled by, Ruron started driving towards the warehouse looking building that held the slave ring.


Skylar


Tap, tap, tap...


Skylar turned her filthy face to look over her shoulder to the front of her cage. James, one of the slave rings managers, peered in on her with a disproving look. Sky knew what that look meant. She had over stayed her welcome, exceeded her use. Come to her end.


In other words, if she wasn't bought in the next few hours she would be taken out of her cage, brought to the back, and killed. She would be either shot, beaten to death, or be killed by another slave. The workers loved when slaves weren't sold for three months in a row. That's the limit. Be sold in three short months or be killed. It was all fun and games to them.


Skylar met James' glare with one of her own that clearly meant 'f*ck off.' Was she scared of dying? No. Was she ready to die? "I-I..." Glancing around at all the faces of other trapped supernatural creatures, I decided I wasn't ready to go. I was going to help these people. I took it upon myself to get these people out somehow. I could do that if I was dead. James must have seen the new glint in her eyes because the bastard took a step back from the cage then turned and left.


I'm not going to die. I'll fight. To the death if that's what it takes.
 
Lucas thought that it was time to get himself a slave, one that was bound to be killed if he didn't buy her, he knew that he wanted a female. He always had a preference for the female kind and it had only become more apparent when he had moved to earth. He was glad to feel the sun on his face once more and he was glad to breathe in air that wasn't made of sulfur and a burned smell. He just never had been the person to be a demon, he just wasn't the right person to be one.


Lucas was known among demons as LC, a powerful demon that had earned his rank by using manipulation of people, just like Caesar he had used divide and concur. It was just the best way to set two creatures against each other. He just preferred to have people respect him and he was a respected demon from the moment he had showed his true strength.


He moved to the place where he knew the most slaves could be found and he instantly went for the cages in the back. His face was set in quite a grim mood as he walked towards the females when his eyes fell onto a beautiful blonde woman with the most stunning eyes he had seen in a long time. Though his face betrayed nothing as he moved towards the cage as he looked down at the girl. Moving his hand to the clipboard that held her information as he smirked lightly when he saw that she was only a day from being killed. "How much for this one?" he shouted rather loudly, making sure that the owner would hear him.
 
They had roughly scrubbed at Selene's skin until it was a lightly dusted color of pink. The color was to come back soon, they warned as she stared down at her naked body in shock. A young man dressed in her a simple silken dress, offering her underclothing. Something called a "bra" was handed to her. She stared down at it uselessly, brow arched. The guy sighed softly and placed it upon her body, hooking the small hooks together. She gazed at herself in the mirror and what she was staring back was beautiful. More beautiful than she has ever seen herself. Of course, this has never happened to her in her whole life. They were going to sell her to some demon today and that was the reasoning for dressing her up.


"Walk, slave!" another man had entered the room once she was clothed and her hair was brushed and pushed her roughly to the ground. The young man who had dressed her gasped,


"CAREFUL! YOU WILL DIRTY HER EXPENSIVE DRESS!"


"Why did you place something worth anything on her body?" the brutish man snapped.


"She will be the first to be sold, I'm telling you. Look at her," he gestured to Selene as she slowly got to her feet. She focused her striking blue eyes on the red carpeting in silence.


"Whatever... just get her to the auction as soon as possible."


The young male rushed over and dusted her off before placing a rather beautiful bracelet on her arm. It was cheap -- but she wasn't used to getting things anyway. She smiled softly and looked up at the man who had treated her so nicely. He was a demon, of course. But unlike any she had ever met.


"Thank you..." she spoke for the first time in a soft voice, genuinely happy with him.


He dipped his head and looped his arm around hers before escourting her to the room were she was to be sold. Despite all the money her previous owner had offered to get her sold, she still wore an ugly metal anklet that hindered her walking. There was no chance for her to get away with this thing weighing her down. The young man opened the door to the metal cage that was painted gold and adorned with white flowers and locked it behind her. All the slaves were to be put into cages that drew the eye towards the prize. She sighed softly and stood in the middle, twirling the stem of a flower she had caught in her hand on the way in. Her blonde hair tickled against her face as it was let loose for the first time in a very long while.
 
Ruron


A huge grey warehouse loomed evilly, seeming to drown its victim in the depressing state of the building both inside and outside. For being a central place of gathering by higher demons the building was quite ugly. It was an old grey, rusted warehouse that looking like it would fall apart at any moment.


Once you passed through the dark wooden double doors the world became a darker place, my kind of place. I walked through the second set of double doors and entered a small form of living hell. Not to me of course but to the humans, filthy, starved, and abused, were shoved into equally dirty barred cages.


Slaves, in all their pitiful glory. Each slave was different but all in the same situation. Old, young, male, female, straight, gay, bi-sexual, jock, nerd, emo, rich, or poor it didn’t matter. They were all slaves to us; Demons, Rulers of the Underworld and the Surface.


As I walked around the hundreds of cages I was greeted by several of the workers and other demons who had come to join the fun. I was not really looking at the slaves closely so most of them passed my eyes without a thought. I was wandering around in my own thoughts when I heard the clash of something hard hitting metal. I glanced around to see a guard forcibly smashing the face of a boy by pulling his dirty snow white hair.


The boy’s whine broke through him. A second of weakness matched with the anger from his eyes. He was powerful. He would put up a good fight. I liked him. I growled when the guard spat at the boy, kicked the bar, then hurried away. The boy curled up and began to laugh.


His laugh broke through me. It tore straight to my heart. His laugh was hysterical in the way that suggested he was on the verge of total breaking. Under that hysteria was power. A power the rushed through my blood and made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.


This was the point I sealed off my emotions and walked to the cage of the wounded beast. “What is your name, slave?”


(Really long :P I'll make Skylars post in a second.)
 
Eimin heard a voice. it was different from the man that was just there. He wanted to see, his voice that rang through his ears like an alarm. He slid up, using his bottom arm as support to lift himself up from the floor. His head wobbled a bit as he forced his body up. His hair covering his face as he let out a cough. He was able to get an eye through his hair. His deep red eyes staring up at the male who was now in front of him. He glared a little not wanting to give his name. " Chuck Norris."


He almost broke out in laugher. To think he cold make a joke in his state. He smiled a little as the guard from earlier came back down after hearing someone stopped at his cage. He head the keys and release form already at hand. He gave the other jailers a smirk, making his first purchase right off the bat. He smiled as he came closer and stopped only a few inches away form him. "I hop you like what you see, this truly is a jewel you know. " He raised his eyes to seem like it was more convincing then it sounded.


Eimin looked toward the jailer. Covering his eyes again with his hair. He snorted a bit as he layed back down on the ground. It was better this way, he felt at ease. Maybe if he played dead they would all go away. The jailer look at him and growled. His foot kicking the cage as he demanded for him to wake up. "LOOK HERE YOU LITTLE RUNT." Eimin moved his head down , his hair under his ear to help block out the sound.


~~~~~


L got out of his car himself and walked with his smaller slave. The girl from earlier on the day , when she gave him her male. "You will pick it out." He wasn't into these things. All the demons gathered up in one place only meant trouble. of course he had friends , that were demons but their view on things like this were pretty similar. He managed to get past the horde that insisted on standing in front of the entrance. He managed to get past the next gate that had nagging females raging about what boy they get.


He was walking down the hall passed the good cages. He sleeve was pulled when the smaller salve tugged toward one with flowers and the cage bars pained in pure gold. He stopped as he looked through the cage to a girl. He paused then walked closer. his red hair looked magnificent against the gold, is what he thought but was pulled out of his attention when she tugged again and pointed.


"This one cara" Cara nodded as he looked thorough, more almost to the point of leaning. "Yea well she does look interesting. Small and pretty little thing." He bent back up as he looked around for the jailer who watched over this one. The butler of his who soon arrived had a suitcase of money that he was instructed to keep a tight hold on to. The butler nodded his head as he waited, L looking from high and low. He hated waiting, he simply didn't have the time for it.
 
Ruron


I watched the slave boy as he pulled himself up partially. When the boy's eyes connected with his own he was shocked at the unnatural blood red color. A human surely cannot have such eyes. The boy’s crimson eyes bore into my own grey-gold ones as he looked up at me through his dirty, once white hair.





“Chuck Norris, eh? That’s really funny… coming from a slave.” I said to the amusing boy. I was surprised the boy could make a joke or even talk in his pitiful state. I turned my head slightly not bothering to turn to meet the person as I heard footsteps approach me from my right. When the jailer person stopped inches away from me I glared at him with a threat in my eyes. Move it or lose your life.





The lower ranked demon took a step back from me but kept his annoying smirk-like smile plastered on his hideous face. He made the move to brag about the poor human slave boy. The boy didn't seem impressed as he lay down again seeming to make himself as comfortable as he could in the cage. What I guess was suppose to be a growl emitted from the other demon’s chest as he kicked the cage and yelled at the boy who lowered his head. “Back down…” Ruron told the man in a deadly calm voice.





The jailer ignored him and reached his hand inside the cage to grab the boy’s shaggy hair and pull. Before he could do so Ruron had snarled loudly and lunged at the man snatching him away from the boy’s cage. I wrapped my hand around the demon’s neck and raised him a few inches above the floor as my eyes turn pure black. “If you ever touch anyone, whether demon or slave, like that again I will know of it. Then instead of being on the Surface, you will be locked in the depths of hell to never return. Understood?”





The demon nodded his head so I dropped him where his body crashed to the floor. “I will require this slave to be brought to the Jeep parked outside after the paperwork is finished. Any further harm to my new pet and someone,” I glanced around the workers who stopped working during our… discussion, “and someone will rot in hell for a few thousand years.”





With that I exited the dark, damp warehouse. I leaned against the driver door of my Jeep facing the woods that surround the warehouse. It was there that I lit a cigarette and waited taking long pulls from the burning roll.
 
Another jailer ran down The stairs bowing in apologies for the other's rude behavior. Eimin smiled a little as he saw the man fall to the floor. Helplessly like a lamb getting slapped by the shepherd. The man opened the cage and helped Eimin up with a smile. He gave him a piece of candy but he refused. Sweet things, he lost a taste for them a long time ago, before this whole slave thing even started. The man frowned a little as he escorted him to a different room.


A few more people came in with smiles. One had a bucket with water while another had shampoo and conditioner. The girls had nail supplies while another had a fresh no pair of clothes. Eimin stared at them through his hair that had a few strands fall to the other side. He glared at them backing away. He didn't want to be cleaned or owned for that matter. "Come one will clean you up." His mind said no, it urged him to stay away but his body moved for him, He walked toward them and sat down in the middle. Eimin was wondering why he moved, he didn't want to.


The people cleaned him up real nice and well. His dirty white hair now pure and clean again. His nails that had dirt underneath them, with small cracks were now cleaned, filed, shines and in good condition. His body was soaked and washed, even in the most smallest areas. His scars were gone, along with the scratched he did himself. His body was brand new like a doll that was jut finished. They offered him shoes but he declined. He hated them , just another piece of weight to hold him do from running. The man who had escorted him came back in with a smile, his hands clasped together as he snickered. "great time to go."


The man took Eimin by his hand as if he was a little boy and led him up the stairs from the room. The doors opened sending off a squeak to know someone is departing. Eimin looked out into the world, it was dark and it smelled like forest. The man spotted him by his car and began to walk over to him. His hunched back making him look older than usual and his voice was rough. "Here he is." He pushed him forward slightly. Eimin stood there with his head down looking toward his feet.
 
Skylar heard the footsteps of someone or something walking towards her cage. The steps stopped then a voice called out "How much for this one?" The voice was rough yet smooth at the same time. She turned her head to see a man standing before her cage.


Hatred! That is what she felt towards the man once she realised he was asking the price of her life. The man was going to be her master. She glared at the man as one of the men walked up to him. It was James. He didn't look happy when he saw the man wanted to buy me.


As the men talk I studied my possible master. He was handsome in a way. He's your new master! I reminded myself. His dark hair was combed and slicked back showing his dark brown eyes well. Handsome but my master.


I wonder how this will affect my task.
 
Ero walked up to the warehouse glancing around. This was the place a friend of his told him about. He hadn't really had the urge to get a slave before but he figured he'd try it. It wasn't that he had never wanted one before but rather he just didn't want the responsibility of taking care of it. He could remember his friend complaining when they got their first slave. It was a lot like keeping a pet, you had to train it, feed it and all that. But from what he heard all of that was worth it in the end and so when he found out about the auction he decided he'd try owning a slave for a little while. He smiled to himself as he walked inside. It was a little exciting, he supposed, getting his first slave. He looked at all the humans in the cages. There were all sorts of them, many ages and ethnicitys to choose from. Most of them were glaring at him, looking as if they were ready to fight. He just smirked at them and kept walking. Towards the back of the room there was a cage that held a human girl who caught his eye for some reason. He walked up to her and knelt beside the cage. "Hello," he said. "What's your name?"


((Had writers block while writing this, so sorry it's not really good)
 
Selene watched as the demon came closer. Her lips parted with slight interest as he peered through the bars. She swept over and idly wrapped her pallid fingers around the bars, head slowly tilting so that her blonde hair slipped over the lower shoulder. She watched his every moment and heard him agree to wanting her. Interesting.


The young man who assisted her earlier bustled up and bowed, holding out a set of golden keys. One for the anklet and one for the door to the cage. She stood without moving, her intense blue eyes curiously following him before flicking to the butler. He mouthed "be good" and then whisped off. She frowned after him and looked down at her bare feet. Her legs had been intricately wrapped in a crossing pattern up the length with golden ribbon.


The female slowly backed away from the door, her hands only lingering on the bar for a few sluggish seconds before dropping to her sides. She intended to be the best she could be for her new owner. Her pale skin never looked good bruised anyway.
 
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One thing I might add to make it interesting-


Every time a slave is sold they are branded with their new master's seal. This can be done by the following ways:


1. Burning with a hot iron


2. Branding with a cold iron and liquid nitrogen


3. Cut


4. bite mark


Brands may be made of initials, pictures, numbers, or teeth imprints. If it's a picture then please post it. If a bite then you don't need a picture. If initials then picture is not required.
 
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Lucas just sighed as the trainer took his time to make his way over, seeing how the girl seemed to try and glare at her as he knew that she was going to be branded. He didn't want any creature to be in such pain and so he only made sure that it would be a mark from his initials, it wasn't the largest one that there was and he had made sure that it would be placed at the right wrist of his slave. He talked to the trainer and handed him the money as he asked for two other girls that were going to be killed off, at least today no one was going to die.


LC sighed as the two other girls were taken away for the branding with an iron as he then took her right hand and pulled it back as he pulled out his knife. "I wish I could just give you a bracelet or tattoo instead of this. But it is a rule." he said right before he made the cut and then disinfected it before putting a bandage around it. It would leave a nice clean scar as he made sure he had her hand so she couldn't run when he brought her to his own car, it was quite large and the two other slaves were seated in the back. "At my estate the wounds will be treated." he simply said as both of those girls were going to work at his garden, at least for now.


"Get in the front. Don't try to run, because that mark is unique and no demon will try to cross me. They will return you to me and they probably will punish you for running." he said as he then closed the door to her side and moved to his side. Pulling out some candy as he held it out to them "Take one." he said as he wasn't as commanding as most other masters, though you didn't want to get him angry.

 

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Ruron


I looked up when I heard the squeak of the doors. My eyes landed on the pair as they walked out. My new slave, I have to ask the boy his real name, looked brand new. No scars visible, clean white hair, and clean clothes. He almost didn’t look like a slave anymore. The only thing that gave him way was the way he bowed his head and looked at the ground.


When they stopped before me I stood straighter glaring down at the man as he held my slaves hand. I was feeling… possessive. Some other emotion swirled around inside my head and heart to which I couldn’t place a name to. I sealed off these emotions making my face blank and my eyes hollow of emotions.


“You are dismissed.” I said to the hunchback man handing him an envelope of money. When he walked off I took another drag from my cigarette. Exhaling, I turned to the passenger door of my Jeep and opened it. I looked over to the slave boy


“Come on then. Time to go home.”
 
Eimin looked up as he stared in to the man's eyes. His glare was fierce but filled with anger and a hint of happiness. He looked in to the jeep then up toward the top of it. He looked back in then to the top. The inside looked cramp, and proably smaller than his used to be cage. He hissed a little as he walked toward the back of the jeep. He wasn't going to leave, not yet at least or maybe not ever. He used the jeep's tire as a ladder, climbing up toward the top. He stood on the jeep and slid down to sit on the roof. His feet tucked in as he gripped the bars. His eyes stared straight ahead toward the exit from this nightmare.


Eimin looked down for only a second toward him then looked up toward the front. "Eimin" He said, one word and that was all he needed.


L cared not for what the female did, instead he handed off the money and told Cara to take care of her. Cara nodded her head as she took her hand. L had already left the building, the noise making him have a sudden headache. The butler stayed as he smiled down at this miss. Cara smiled as well. "My name Is Cara and this is Bronze..he's the butler." She showed her the way as Bronze looked back toward the cage. "He may seem ....different but L is a good master, he takes care of us and will take care of you."


"But there are rules you must follow and it is me who must teach them to you." She motioned bronze away, as he nodded his head and walked past the jailers. "What ever you do you must not disobey his rules. He has a short temper which means your life could be fatal."
 
The girl instantly stepped out of the cage, paying not even a single ounce of attention towards her owner as he lumbered off. She arched and brow and looked at the butler and girl. She dipped her head and offered a ghost of a smile, her abnormally white teeth catching the light.


"Quite understandable. I will try to my utmost power to obey... but I'm not completely one to be exactly obedient, I dare say. Oh, but don't worry about me. I can handle it..."


She spoke in a formal tongue, her accent leaking through. You could tell she was Russian just by her feline-like body language and speech difficulties on certain words.


She carefully followed Clara outside, eyes surveying the vicinity with much interest.


"My name is Selene. It's very nice to meet you..." She murmured softly and then went silent as they walked, her eyes trained intently on her feet. The metal anklet slowed her pace; but somehow didn't hinder her grace as she stepped silently upon the ground with the occasional "clunk" of the metal prison.


Isabelle's last owner had liked to fool with her, but not sexually. He always taunted her and tormented her; threats of stealing away her innocence lingering in the air. She frowned at this memory and shook her head, soundlessly following the girl. She wondered what her new owner was going to be like. Her last master's brand was her bird tattoo. Each bird equaled a year she spent with him. She glanced down at it now.
 
Skylar


I let a single tear fall as my master crave his initials into my skin. I didn't want this. I never asked for this. I would have been fine not living another day. This man had to come and buy me. He bought me to become his own sorce of food, fun, and torture.


Once her wound was bandaged my 'master' told me to get in the front of the car and not to run. "F*ck you." I said riping my hand from his grip and bolting into the woods.


I don't want a new master. I want Master Melanie. I want my old master. Master Melanie was a kind olf lady who bought me 2 years ago and treated me like her daughter. She would even bake me cookies. She was so gentle and didn't even mark me as a slave. She died 4 months ago due to old age. I was dragged from her funeral and sent back to the slave ring even though Master Melanie set me free for slavery in her will. I was the heir to her simple yet peaceful lifestyle and home.


I kept running silently crying over the women I saw as my mother. She was dead and I was owned as a slave again. Only if I was caught of course.
 
Ruron


I glanced up at the boy but got into the driver's seat anyways and started up the engine. "Nice to meet you Eimin. Name's Ruron. But slaves call me master or sir. Your pick." I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the small side streets that lead to the warehouse. Ever so often I would glance up to see if the slave boy, excuse me Eimin, was still okay where he was. I was guessing that this is quite a shock to any slave. It was then that I realised that I was taking home a slave much less a male slave. Oh boy...
 
Lucas growled when he watched the young girl run as fast as he legs could carry her, like there was nothing that held her close. How could he change the law when it was a new rule to mark a slave, he saw death if he didn't follow up on that rule? He just got out of the car and then took off, running after the girl as he knew he would catch up soon enough, he was a very skilled man and he wanted nothing more then to find and help out the young girl. He just needed to keep up a facade to be cold to other demons.


It wasn't long before he grabbed her other healthy wrist and held her, he was making it clear that she wouldn't be able to run as he looked her over. Panting as he pulled her slightly so she would have to look up at him. "Stop running, I know your old master, why else do you think I saved you? I could have gotten many more humans for the same price but she wouldn't have wanted that you died. So just come back to me, I have more power then her." he said as he then pointed at the scar.


"I didn't want to do that but there I'd no other way around it, I needed to mark you or you would have the same fate once more." he said as he sighed. "So will you just listen to me?" he asked as he took a deep breath and sighed. "I was at her funeral, she was a good friend of my family.. well, she was sort of the only family that I have left."
 
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