Thread: A Soul for your Thoughts [BloodAndChocolate & DamonHuntington]

td The man sat atop his throne, bored with the prospect of twiddling his thumbs for another millennium or so. Well, perhaps man was not the most accurate term to refer to him, in fact. He was more comparable to a force of nature, a relentless being of power that strove to get whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Humans had a name for his kind they were simply known as demons, which was an all-encompassing term for a group that was much more diverse than humanity could fathom. The creature's true name was unknown to humans, as those pitiful creatures were unable to listen to it without having their mind blanked like a clean slate, overwhelmed by the energy contained in the sound. As a result, the demon used a specific name to refer to himself alongside the eras - he was known as Zane Nox. And it was amidst Zane's boredom that a ritual seemed to start being conducted. This was a rather rare occurrence, in fact the rituals to invoke greater demons require a series of convoluted steps and a great deal of knowledge regarding to occult knowledge that was gradually lost alongside the span of eras and eras. The fact that someone was willing enough to invoke him, and knowledgeable enough to know the procedure, made Zane raise an eyebrow in curiosity. I wonder who's the stupid human that thinks this was a good idea , he wondered, solidifying his resolve to enter the human realm and see the answer in person. Rather than taking an outlandish form, though, the demon opted for a more elegant and approachable demeanour. Zane retracted his claws, tails and horn and covered his body in a slim-fitting suit with the snap of a finger. His long and jet-black hair flowed like a curtain made of pure darkness that reached his shoulders. The only thing that indicated Zane's true nature was his violet eyes, which burned in an unnatural colour that was outlandish to any human. The iridescent irises glowed with the colour of a strong amethyst and a faint hint of red, in a way akin to an idyllic lake that contained a dangerous predator well hidden in its depths. This eye colour was Zane's signature, so to say, and many ancient texts referred to him as Nightshade, in correspondence to the deadly flower that showed the same hue. The demon was not intent on doing a quiet entrance, though. If the human evoking him was interested to see the creature in full, then so he'd aid the man from the beginning. With a blast, Zane transported himself to the centre of the circle, glaring at the man that had called him from the depths. Well, well. What do we have here? , Zane said with a certain degree of disdain towards the creature that was in front of him. The man he saw was unremarkable in all aspects - unlike the crazy cultists dressed in black or the humans that exuded an aura of failure, which were usually the ones to conjure him - and for that reason the demon had his interest piqued. What moved that person to a demonic ritual that cost his soul? Other things were, likewise, out of place. The bodies used for the ritual were killed with mastery and clean cuts not with the haphazard stabs and messy gashes that Zane customarily saw. There was a certain order and organisation to the human's method, that was for sure the pentagram was crisply drawn as if the man took his sweet time to conduct the ritual. Fascinating , Zane stated, unwilling to address the remark any forward. He looked forwards and stared deep within Rowan's eyes, urging him to speak. My time is precious. I am here, so you'd better tell me your name and what you want , came the order from the demon in a sly, twisted smirk. tdtd td