Thread: the Banshee's Mark - [ val x dream ]

??Nnng?? Night held his cheek with his hand trying to soothe the stinging sensation within it. ??You don??t ever refuse me again. If you do, so help me god I??ll send you back to hell! Now get up and finish the job.? the silver haired demon immediately got on his knees. Hell? No he didn??t want to go back. He had, had enough of such treachery. Night couldn??t take eternal life in such a damned place. ??Please?just kill me. I-I can??t? I won??t do this anymore.? If he couldn??t stay in the human realm he wanted to die. There was a way to kill a demon permanently, to set him free from his shackles and allow his tortured soul to rest. Many humans refused to grant such a wish, and even though Night had already assumed his master wouldn??t do so, it couldn??t hurt to beg. ??If you can??t finish the job you will go back. I swear it.? Night refused. His master??s words fell on deaf ears. ??So be it.? Night quickly reached out grabbing a hold of the warlock??s robes. ??Please n???? it was too late. The spell had already been cast and before he could get the rest of his phrase out the warlock??s staff came crashing down on his skull and he was thrust back into the depths he??d longed to be freed from. He didn??t understand. He did what they all wanted. Why? Why couldn??t just one free him? With a quickness the demon jolted up, his silver hair draping neatly over his broad shoulders and back as if he??d just combed it. His golden eyes were wide with fear as beads of sweat dripped down his tanned skin. ??Just a dream.? Night murmured to himself. Sadly in the past it wasn??t a dream. All of his past summoners used and abused him until he couldn??t take it. They haunted his dreams every night?every night. What a horrible fate God has bestowed upon him. He wiped his forehead dry as he positioned his feet over the bed made of the softest cotton and feathers that ever existed. The only good thing about the dreadful place he was trapped in was that he could make whatever he desired his??besides his freedom. He sighed falling back onto his bed staring up at the pitch black ceiling. A soft sigh escaped his lips as his golden eyes fluttered shut. Suddenly the demon winced. His breath was caught in his throat. Rolling over on his bed and falling onto the hard black tiles he grimaced. ??Not another summoning. No please just leave me be?.? He begged mentally as pain and fear rendered his body useless. He lay on his floor as a dark aura surrounded his body. He began to fade, disappearing from his chambers. Night felt light headed the pain only worsening as he crossed dimensions nearing the human realm. Was he the only demon they could count on for revenge? Or was it that the human race enjoyed abusing him to the point of no return. Night lay lifeless on the floor before the woman. A black collar dressed his neck, a chain traveled down his built upper body following the curves of his muscles. A little lower he wore a pair of black pants, no shoes. His nails were the color of darkness, his back covered with whelps and scars. Some wounds didn??t heal on demons. His wrists and ankles were dressed with shiny silver bracelets that symbol his bondage. At either side of his head, two protruding horns black as night stuck out like cat ears??they were about three inches long in length. A black arrow head tail poked out from the back of his pants lying limp underneath his body. Night??s hair spread around him resembling silk. His breath was slow and almost non-existent. It almost looked as if he were dead.