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Thread: Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ Gɪғᴛ ..::Tsᴀɪʀ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ::..

Bell made no reaction as she apologized, seeming to ponder the words. It was obvious in this situation she would apologize, but it was likely that she did mean it, regardless of the current threat he was to her. After her words, his tone held a faint chuckle as he responded, Your father knew what I was. It was his deal in the first place that brought me into your life. He backed out on it that night. I -still- kept you from being found out immediately, despite the disrespect shown to me. A small smirk crossed his lips. Time for the big reveal, this would be a moment he could truly cherish. He's not worried. Not much of anything, really. He made another deal tonight... one the just kept you from being a plaything on your knees for those three. Good on him, he mused in a brackish tone. The contempt was palpable, as his eyes flashed in the moonlight when he retrieved a small, aqua colored bead from his belt. The item seemed familiar to Nevaeh, almost as though it were calling to her. Your father's dead, by my hand. I made sure that he suffered for his betrayal. His soul belongs eternally to me, in exchange for ensuring your protection. What a good fatherly act, he had to make one somewhere in his life. Venom touched his speech as he sought to cause her a modicum of the pain he'd felt. The emotions were coming back now that they were face to face, and he was going to lash out. He stored the best once more, his eyes shifting to the side as he looked towards the door behind him. A car was approaching, likely for her pickup. Sounds like whoever was coming to get you is arriving. Shall I greet them? he asked. He smiled, his teeth no longer human, instead jagged and vicious, as though his mouth were full of knives. He spoke once more, his voice touched with the hiss he carried as a demon. Also, you don't get to call me Bell any more. It's Belphegor, the Soul Keeper. Two leathery wings with spikes coming from the tips spread out from his back, a ripping sound as they tore through his shirt.
Thread: Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ Gɪғᴛ ..::Tsᴀɪʀ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ::..

The way Bell talked of her father it caused her to stir uneasily, not too certain at where the point of his small-talk was heading. He talked as if she owed him favors for his selfless acts long ago, even when she was oblivious to his identity. Nevaeh was caught in the middle, and now she was the enemy in a situation she was defenseless against. Before he revealed the truth, she butted into his heated ramble, brows furrowing as she felt targeted. Hold on for just a moment to allow me to get things straight. So, you mean to inform me, even if you are not blatantly saying it, that regardless of how unknowledgeable I was in the deal my father and you made youre still going to blame me as if I meant to cause harm to you and to hurt your feelings? The more she spoke of the thoughts on her mind, the angrier she became, undeserving to the punishment he was tossing at her through words. But her real punishment would soon slice into her soul, tearing the only source of family she ever knew. The man who raised her, who sheltered her and tried his best to keep her out of harms way was now but a memory. The rage that she had just demonstrated soon faded as her lips perked downwards, quivering as she fought back the mists growing in her eyes. Her hands trembled as they brought themselves up to her mouth, her head lightly shaking in disbelieve, but it was true. Hell, the smirk on his face as he drank her emotions was more than enough proof. Why even put up the struggle with me if I make you so sickened? Neveah spoke with a cracked voice, the steaming tears finally building up enough to roll down her face involuntarily. I obviously mean nothing to you, and now that my father. She couldnt bare to admit he was dead, and paused, not wanting to say it. Your exchange from him is done and over with, hes no longer with us, so just leave me here to die . She spat the words out before stumbling onto her feet. Using the back of her hand as a rag she would wipe away the embarrassing streaks of tears, feeling ashamed at herself for Bell being able to witness her weakened side. He would always be Bell to her, so she disregarded his sassy comment in regards to his name, but his name held a powerful meaning that she couldnt understand as his wings outstretched in the still air, the moonlight highlighting the spikes that appeared sharp enough to slice anyone who trespasses apart effortlessly.
Thread: Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ Gɪғᴛ ..::Tsᴀɪʀ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ::..

Belphegor didn't move from his spot towards the sound yet, retaining his human form mostly as he looked over his shoulder back at Nevaeh. His eyes narrowed as she spoke, acting as if she were innocent, as though she had no choice but to abandon him. She seemed to accept her father's death surprisingly easily, though it was fair to assume her new perspective on him contributed to that. He placed his hands in his pockets as he flapped his leathery wings once, a small gust brushing against Nevaeh. You meant to cause no harm? So were you oblivious to how close we We're? Did you think that us going on a date meant that leaving would be perfectly fine? A vicious laugh came from him, tinted with malice as he glared, his form turning towards her. No call. No email. No message. No form of contact at all. I get that you were just respecting your father's wishes, but one who does wrong at the command of another still does wrong. It was a mistake to let myself feel like a human, it's a problem I've since remedied. And your father may be dead, but our contract stays. And that was to ensure your safety. Unlike humans, I don't fail to fulfill a commitment, he remarked with a small flash of his teeth towards Nevaeh. He was letting his anger cross his words, but he didn't try and calm it. He felt it was owed to her. The sounds of men outside the doorway to enter the warehouse became more prominent. The door slammed open as two figures draped in black robes shoved into the room, freezing as Bell turned around, his glare now directed at them. He still spoke to Nevaeh, his voice now kept at a monotone as he took steps towards them. Besides, it'd be worse if you died, he admitted somewhat offhandedly. The robes figured gave no words as they turned to retreat, only to be found too slow as they were caught by a hand of Bell's that turned massive, squeezing them both around their ribs. The sounds of violent cracking filled the warehouse as bloodcurdling screams came from the robed figures, blood pouring out of their orifices as they were wrung. The altercation was over almost before it started, the crumpled forms dropped to the ground as Bells hand shrank down to its normal size, blood dripping from it. Congratulations. You have your guardian angel again, he said, touching the word Angel with sll.the irony that could fit the situation.
Thread: Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ Gɪғᴛ ..::Tsᴀɪʀ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ::..

He countered her attack with hurtful words, even if she felt undeserving of them. Nevaeh didnt consider pondering on if the roles had switched, being in Bells place on that special night, leaving emptyhanded with no explanations. She shouldve just took her damn phone or sent him a quick text before leaving her home forever. If he was trying to guilt trip her, he did it in just the right ways. The cherry on top being her fathers demise. The overflow of emotions from finding out Bells true identity, being greeted with heart-piercing words, being molested and raped before murder appeared She was almost too shocked to show any emotion. She didnt catch glimpse of how he quickly slayed the trio before, only hearing their brittle bones caving in, their screams accompanying the eerie music of their death, only to see the aftermath. But right now, she was witnessing how he complied with his dirty work. At his command, her hands grew, shaping into something inhuman, right out of a horror film. The men didnt know what was coming, and before they had too much time to think about it, he would make it quick, but the pain of his demonic hands was everything but tender. Observing how effortlessly he took a life made her uneasy, shielding her face into her knees as she couldnt bare to watch anymore, waiting for the silence to signal her to lift her head. I still dont understand how our contract stays when I was unaware of it, and the man who created it is no longer present . Her skin was as pale as the moonlight, feeling sick as her hues bolted to see the bloody aftermath. If youre going to belittle me for that night, regardless for my apologies and explanations, then I want nothing to do with it. Neveah tried to be tough, to show she wouldnt take his attitude, but on the inside, she was breaking. Bell already witnessed her vulnerability, so she had nothing else to hide, but she was too embarrassed to control herself. If only she could hear herself speak.
Thread: Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ Gɪғᴛ ..::Tsᴀɪʀ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ::..

Bell lifted an eyebrow toward Nevaeh as she spoke, taking a confrontational tone with him. She was still impressive, holding against him despite the fear he knew he must instill within her. She was disturbed by his methods, and yet she still didn't try to run. A demons contract exceeds the death of the mortal. Otherwise there wouldn't be any value in offering ones life, he explained as he wiped off his hands. He stepped up to her, putting only a foot of distance between them. Belittle you? That's not my intent. I'm simply saying words I've had for you long ago. You can't apologize for it, it's not that simple, just as I can't apologize for taking your father's soul. What's done and can't be changed, whether or not you regret it. He looked at her eyes, his own gaze softening lightly for only a moment as he considered their history. You made me human. That's gone. Even looking at you now... My memories make me... He shook his head, his glare and tone returning. Whatever we had, if it was anything... we don't have it any more. Whether or not the contract is in place, it would... be bad if something happened to you, so I'm not going to leave you to whatever plans they had. He walked over to the crumpled figures he had discarded, glancing as he began to search them, looking for clues on where they were sent from. Nothing. Perhaps in the car?
Thread: Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ Gɪғᴛ ..::Tsᴀɪʀ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ::..

Nevaeh swallowed her tongue as it got her in more trouble than she wouldve liked. She wanted to retaliate, to snap back at him with words that hurt more than his own, but nothing came to her mind except for sorrow. Particularly when he mentioned their past. But there was something there She screamed at herself, but the words werent vocalized, instead she swallowed them to rid of the chances of further opinions. It was difficult trying to read him now when it was so simple and required no effort before. She couldnt understand why he still wanted to help her after all that she had done to him. Sitting in fear and grief wouldnt solve anything, and with the faint amount of strength her legs had she would stand tall, pacing the floors until she stood behind him. None of the men looked familiar to her, unable to connect the puzzle pieces as she stared long and hard at their deceased bodies. Their car sat in the graveled driveway, and she would walk past Bell before inspecting the inside through the passenger window. Pristine, nothing out of the ordinary. Gripping the handle, she would pull it towards her, unlinking the connection to grant her access inside. Her fingers sprawled out to open the glove compartment, a neat stack of papers lying inside, some business cards on the side. The name on the business card looked familiar as she read it with a whisper, Bradley White. It was one of the men that her father would occasionally gamble with. She didnt hear about him for a while, suspecting something happened or he got tied up in business. I found this. She held up the card to show Bell her finding, the gold font reflecting with the moonlight. I know of him, but never met him. He use to hang out with my father a lot. I dont know what happened to their friendship, though, but perhaps this night explains a lot? The men would use fake names, Bradley obviously not being his real name. They would use business cards in order to spread the word on their drug business faster, the W in the name 'White' having a tiny on the bottom to symbolize his signature heroin exchanges, only visible to those who looked closed enough. He's a well known guy, so if something happens word is definitely bound to get out.
Thread: Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ Gɪғᴛ ..::Tsᴀɪʀ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ::..

Bell was impressed by Nevaeh's sudden change in attitude. She had taken initiative to begin searching the car herself, without his prompting. He stepped after her, folding his arms across his chest as she searched. She had found success in a lead, producing the business card that he moved next to her to inspect. He still remained conscious of his position, making sure they weren't shoulder to shoulder as he inspected their new information. If this man had any information, it would be worth finding him. He looked to Nevaeh, a small devious smile creeping to his lips. Look at you. As effective as ever. We have a few options, the easiest being me giving this... White a call, and scheduling a deal. Or you could act as bait, get another expedition after you. Last one I had was we can just start going after dealers. His voice was completely human now, though his eyes retained their ethereal glow. He didn't want himself seen as human any more, especially to her. He didn't want to let her see his resolve as Belphegor wavering, just because he found himself with her once more. Most of all, he didn't want to feel like things used to be. He held an anger towards her now, one that he couldn't afford to let go of. His fingers fiddled lightly with the small gem that was her father's soul a reminder of who he was now.
Thread: Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ Gɪғᴛ ..::Tsᴀɪʀ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ::..

Nevaeh ignored his witty remark, twisting the paper in her fingertips like a mini baton. Bell seemed to be back to normal, but the eternal spark in his eyes only reminded her that he was nothing but different now. She wanted to be strong, to prove she wasnt weak after he had to save her, and as she swallowed the lump in her throat, she would propose her idea on the situation. I dont mind being used as bait, they are after me right now, after all. She couldnt believe her words offering herself as a lure after she just escaped with barley her life, all thanks to Bell, of course. What was in it for him, though? Why did he want to stick by her side after everything? She already asked too many questions and figured to bring it up later. Maybe you could bring me there in the car? I believe the GPS was set to go back to their hideout. She suggested as an index finger poked in the direction of the navigator, the location being 30 minutes away. Perhaps in the trunk there are some masks that you can wear, and something to bind my hands, unless you just want to use your own hands. The more she talked, the more she realized just how crazy she was becoming. Was his aura rubbing off on her already? Involuntarily she trembled, playing it off as if she were chilly in the night. But enlighten me if you have a better idea. She said, not meaning to sound hostile if he took it that way.
Thread: Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ Gɪғᴛ ..::Tsᴀɪʀ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ::..

Bell seemed to assess her as she spoke, his arms folded across his chest in a surveying manner as he listened to her stance. It was about what he expected, but he was still impressed that she was taking everything so well. She'd been through a lot, and was already thinking of how to be put through more. I don't think a mask will be necessary. I can... convince them I was one of those men, at the very least. As for the binding... he said as he went to the trunk of the car, pulling it open after in matching it. Sure enough, inside there was a nice amount of rope. It had seemed that bringing her unwillingly was fully expected. Bell retrieved it, moving to Nevaeh and gesturing for her hands. When they were offered, he would bind them tightly, making it authentic as she genuinely would be unable to free herself from them. He surveyed her again as she was tied, saying, I'll leave your legs untied. Probably won't be able to wear my jacket... he thought out loud, looking towards his article that was keeping her decent. He made a small 'tch' noise as he contemplated their options. Might need to just have you come shirtless. Whoever this delivery was to might have expected you to be... broken in. At the very least, they were aware of the possibility, he commented. He always had found her attractive, and her chest was something he'd only seen for the first time just moments ago. It wasn't an unpleasant sight, but it felt... like the wrong situation to see her like that. Still, he wasn't about to put their situation in jeopardy by overlooking simple facts.
Thread: Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ Gɪғᴛ ..::Tsᴀɪʀ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ::..

Nevaeh glanced down at the jacket shielding her chest from exposure as Bell suggested to take it off. Tightly her hands folded against her chest, not feeling as courageous anymore. He was right as he ignited some valid points, but it still didnt unsettle the anxiety she was feeling. Instead, she just nodded as she nipped at her lower lip. Her hands lifted to remove themselves from the sleeves of the jacket, soon showing the two mounds on her chest before shifting to the side uncomfortably. Her head bowed down in an attempt to avoid eye contact as she handed him back his jacket. Alright, just make it quick. She closed her eyes before holding her wrists firmly behind her back, waiting to be immobilized like before. The tiny hairs of the robe dug into her skin, causing them to feel itchy and irritated. She winced in discomfort before straightening her shoulders to ease some of the ache. Since the back door to the vehicle was already opened from their search Nevaeh would wobble inside, waiting for the slam of the door to cease the chilly air blowing into the car. Im ready whenever you are. She swallowed down with force to rid of the frog in her throat, and she wondered if he could hear her vocal cords tremble with fear, the bravery she once exhibited now nothing but a lie.
Thread: Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ Gɪғᴛ ..::Tsᴀɪʀ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ::..

Nevaeh removed his jacket from her body, and Bell couldn't help but steal a glance. He was a demon, after all. He secured her wrists tightly to the point where she couldn't escape them. It felt a hint of pleasure to him to be binding her as such, though it was as a preemptive measure to keep her safe, in the end. Still, it felt a sort of twisted game to be guiding her like this. Once he placed her into the back seat, he looked over towards the city, and their destination. He let out a breath as he changed his attire, the clothing seeming to briefly meld with his skin and bending to his will, becoming a matching robe as the ones the men who entered had worn. He got into the drivers seat of the car, shifting it into gear and beginning their trip. It wasn't long before they found themselves at their destination, and Bell looked back to Nevaeh with a small smirk on his face. Show time.
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The warehouse-like building was lit by the moon as no lights shimmered in a sign of anyone accompanying the structure. Even the aura of the area sent shivers down her spine, her teeth chattering from both nerves and the depleting temperature. Nevaeh felt her pulse increase, her breathing picking up pace as Bell was ready to ignite a riot. It was far too late to change her mind and all she could muster was a nod. Once being released from the car, the slam of the door ignited a small sound to come from the building. The rusty door knob twisted, creaking as it was forced open by a man in the same attire as Bell. The frigid air grazed her exposed chest, her nipples perking up as they were sensitive to fluctuating temperatures. She dragged her feet, showing resistance as she was taken towards the eerie structure, the robe uncomfortably rubbing up against her skin. What a pretty one you got here. The man grinned to display his crooked smile, his thumb placing itself against her chin to cause her jaw to tilt upwards, eyes fastened to investigate his deathly orbs. Wheres the others? His attention now turned towards Bell, not seeing the rest of the group that was sent out on their mission.
Thread: Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ Gɪғᴛ ..::Tsᴀɪʀ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ::..

As the man came out to greet them, Bell played his part perfectly. His character only broke slightly as the man touched Nevaeh, his hand reaching to the man's wrist, as he resisted breaking it. I'll be escorting her. Hands off the merchandise... I told her as long as she came quietly none but me would have their hands on her until her final destination. As you can see, I've used my end of the bargain... he said as he placed a hand around Nevaeh's waist, as though to emphasize their agreement. He felt a spark of protectiveness within him that made him sick, but -no one- was going to lay an unwanted hand on Nevaeh. The others chose a route that might get her killed. I had to disagree with their methods, and it didn't end well for them. His words held an ethereal weight to them, and even Nevaeh struggled to keep her memories straight, forgetting for just a moment who Bell was in order to believe his story. The other man seemed to believe it completely, nodding with a horrifying chuckle. Disagreements happen... just hope you ensured not to leave them somewhere they'd be found, he said, giving a wink to Bell before turning to lead them inside.
Thread: Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ Gɪғᴛ ..::Tsᴀɪʀ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ::..

Neveah couldnt believe that he just accepted the fact that his gang mates were killed without proper reasoning. Then again, the horrifying chuckle he displayed already told them that he didnt want to cross paths with Bell, as he already held a dominant stance on their first introduction. The way he gripped at her waist read more than just playing a role to her, but she would swallow down her feeling and play her own role which wasnt hard to do. They paced evenly towards the entrance of the building, the man opening it before using his hands to usher them inside without touching them. The door closed gently despite its bulkiness, leaving nothing but the light from the structure to shine on them as a welcoming. Glad to see you brought her in one piece. Nice job. A lager man swiveled in his chair to glance at his awaited guests, curling his lips into a devious grin before standing firmly on both of his feet. His footsteps were chaotic against the cement beneath him, his eyes unmoving as they stayed locked onto Neveah his main prize.
Thread: Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ Gɪғᴛ ..::Tsᴀɪʀ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ::..

Bell watched the man as he rose to his feet and approached. He subdued a low growl in his throat, knowing they needed more information for now. The sturdy man approached Nevaeh, looking her over carefully as he seemed to nod. Nicely done. I can't say I approve of the methods, but the results are all that matter in the end. I'll schedule her pickup, he said as he looked then to Bell, standing even broader in an attempt at intimidation to Bells meaker stature. Now, if you don't mind, leave her with me. I'll handle things from here, you'll get your pay. He wore an unpleasant smile as he looked to Bell, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. His other hand moved to remove the arm that Bell had around Nevaeh. Step away before I need to get vio- His words were cut short as his arm fell to the floor, disconnected from his torso. Bells eyes glowed a fierce red as his lips parted to hear a wicked grin, parting his mouth longer than the skin should allow. I warned that she shouldn't be touched. You're going to give me the contact information for the pick up. I'll handle that personally. His words were a vicious hiss, his clawed hand holding the man's neck now. Fear filled the eyes of the man who clearly experienced the emotion very rarely.