Thread: Burning Passions [ Luciel x Ironic ]

A thud and a scream. A stupid, ridiculous thud and a scream. It always ended up like that. Years ago, Damian would sleep on the floor and he'd offer his bed for Navaeh, only to have her falling on him every. single. morning. Once again, the human body felt so stupid and helpless as a lighter girl's weight would cause sharp pangs on his chest. Now, he heard the soft thud again, and a scream, louder than ever before. He opened his eyes and there she was, looking like a lost puppy with his cape as the only piece of clothing covering her. He observed her, making a silly decision to bolt out of the door and glancing towards him as well, perhaps wondering what the hell he was. You'd really want to scurry away like that? He said. With a look of disinterest painted on his face, Samael got up, motioned his arm upwards and along with it, the door opened. Be my guest. But for your safety, I'd suggest you sit back down, compose yourself, and we'll see about your clothing. Wait here. Samael got up, his long figure towering over the fragile girl as he took big strides towards a closet. He opened it and there they were, some of his clothing from a time long gone -- clothing which, perhaps, the girl would remember. He picked out a black shirt with a pentagram design silly-drawn, ineffective, shitty pentagram, in his opinion and tossed it towards her. Silently, he also made his way to the bathroom and checked if the shower was operating just fine. Fortunately, it was. Though he failed to visit this place for months or so, he made sure to keep things as clean as possible for when the time he comes back, perhaps to screw another unsuspecting mortal. This time, he came back with her . For a moment, Samael remained silent. His thoughts sped up a million miles per second, wondering if he should change to a figure she was more comfortable with, or to continue threatening her with his almost true self. He wondered if he should also tell her that she's alone now, her father gone for her to be saved. Her father, rotting in hell by now, had finally paid for his end of the pact and his betrayal, many years ago. Sighing, Samael burned up a bluish hue which only lasted for a few seconds. His height shrinked down a bit, claw-like arms reverted back slightly, horns disappeared, until nothing was left but one person she'd need at this time of great despair. It would be Damian by physique and looks, but his eyes held no emotion. He looked at her, but his gaze penetrated even beyond her soul. I'm hurt, Navaeh. Your scream wasn't a pleasant welcome. Samael, as Damian, moved around the small flat as if she didn't exist. He went towards his desk, put out his smartphone and charged it back to life. Then, he dialed a few digits and spoke. Yes, is this St. Michael's? He nearly spat at the name I would like to create a private appointment earlier today, or perhaps tomorrow. My sister, she... he paused for effect and gave out a fake sniffing sound. I don't know, I don't know how it happened, but she was raped. We need to get her treated. A few more faking moments later, Damian ended the call and put his phone back down on the table. His cold tone was back. I can't heal, so it's best to have the doctors look at you. No one will do anything stupid, I can assure you that, and none of them will remember you or me afterwards. If you need counseling, just let me know. I'm no expert on that shit, but we can get someone for you. Again, none of them will remember anything after your treatments. Samael was a seducer, a destroyer, a fallen angel of death. It comes with perks including controlling the fragile and simple minds of people, but a destroyer need not have a power that builds. None of his abilities can help her now, but he was sure some skilled humans can. All he can do is to remove traces of it. Silly man, your father was, He said. It was insensitive, given the perile of last night, but Damian's anger got the best of him. For the first time, he looked at her and his eyes looked straight at her without breaking his gaze. You all could have lived a beautiful life, enjoying the excessive wealth. Hell, he could do his job without anyone ever knowing. But what did he do? He betrayed a demon like me.