Thread: Whispering Shadows ||Lagerthera x jjfanrb||

The dimly lit room was occupied by a few figures around a table playing cards. The flickering fires of hell were the source of the only light and the sounds of metal chains rattling could be heard in the darkest corners. The room itself was comfortable enough for the card players but for the naked female slaves in black chained shackles there was no comfort. Fuck you Vicarious, I had that hand and you forced a fold!, one of the players growled. The players all erupted in laughter then they saw what hand Vicarious had been bidding with, but stopped after he started to rake in the piles of chips, the realization that most of them were almost cleaned out hit them. You fools keep losing like this and you will have to start betting your slaves. Vicarious nodded over to the cloth-less women in chains with a smirk. We ain't got to do jack shit! We are each more demon than youll ever be! Shouted a demon named Molok. He was an ugly fellow with boils all over his face. Oh yes that reminds me, said another demon after most of the roaring was through Rumor is you have a bastard in the mortal realm. This silenced the room. A bastard, thought Vicarious. These assholes just keep bringing that up. Whether the rumer was true and he was certain it wasn't he could care less. But it was the accusation. No demon fathered a child to a mortal. It was seen as weak in the eyes of demons. He thought back to the last time he was on earth some 15 years ago. He remembered fucking a woman but he didn't remember why at the moment. The woman was single and to give her bad fortune maybe was the reason. He always enjoyed giving women pain and grief. But he couldn't have gave her a child..there was no possible way he would let himself slip so low Then it hit him all at once. He had been drunk. Yes, off that russian vodka shit that men drink like water over there. The woman had been beautiful, stunning and pure.but weak. Weak for his eyes and his musk. The night had ended with him leaving but other than that he could only recall memories of the mortal form he took shape of that night. At any rate it was bad news and his breath caught when he saw all of the evil smiling faces of the demons around him as they saw the revelation in his face. Sorry boys, i have some errands to run. Lucky for you all i am going to cash out he said as he got up and gathered the money amidst grumbling obscenities his way. Vicarious stood 61 and 190 pounds. He was lean muscle under his black cloak and mail, and his skin was only a darker than white. His face was square jawed topped with a strong chin covered by a fair amount of scruff for a demon who hadn't shaved in a few days. His eyes were pure red in this form and his face was framed by almost shoulder length straight black hair that many said was dark as night itself. His mouth flashed an impish smile as he disappeared in smoke from the room. He reappeared at the gate of hell and tossed the money hed won to one of the guards. I wish to keep this visit to the mortal realm between us if you don't mind Vicarious said as the guard caught it and nodded in approval. Vicarious sneered and stalked past to the portal. He never liked going to the mortal realm for business. He prefered the fun trips where he won Lucifer souls. And speaking of Lucifer, he was going to be pissed if he ever caught wind of this supposed halfbreed. And pissed was an understatement. More like hell of pissed. He had to go see for himself to find out the true nature of this rumor and take care of this obscenity before it reached his master's ears. He stepped into the portal and felt the immense amount of heat rush into him. The sulfuric smell of hell faded and in time so did the heat. All that was around him was blackness. Purgatory. He searched the space for the opening he was looking for. The dream realm was where he would start, then if the child was his he would make his way to the mortal realm and destroy her. He made his way to the black portal that served as the realms gateway and let himself inside. When he found the girl's spirit everyone claimed was his inside he latched onto it like a leech and began to burrow his way into her dream He opened his eyes to find himself in a bedroom. A girl's bedroom by the looks of the hello kitty backpack and girlish sheets. Everything was fuzzy and always changing in minor detail so he knew he was in her dream. He turned to find a woman who was dressed in sex laungre and he looked much older than 15 in some aspects and a blond haired boy wearing a football jersey making against the door. The dream immediately sent waves of passion and lust through the air as he was now certain the teenager was having herself a naughty dream. The demon chuckled to himself as he forced her to change the dream to something from her childhood. It was her mother...the woman he'd slept with crying as a man in a military uniform proposed. It was a foggy memory meaning the girl must have been young at the time. The girl had an attachment to this man.she thought the man in uniform was her father! Little did she realize that was impossible. Vicarious grimaced as the delightful scene was pushed away and he felt her conscious break his hold he has on her spirit. He was no longer invisible and in panic fled from her spirits dreams all together but not before she saw him. An unfortunate occurrence he thought as he leapt back into purgatory. It wasn't the memories that had given her away. It was the power. She had pushed him from power out of her dream! That was impossible for a mere mortal to do. She was a half-breed and a powerful one and she didn't even know it. It will not matter when i kill her he thought as he made his way towards the mortal realm.