Thread: Don't Sell Your Soul IC (Rose x Fox)

he smiled as she read the contract, his head tilted as he watched her come to terms with herself, and her soon to be enslavement. he licked his lips slowly as he watched the drops of blood fall onto the paper, signing her entire soul away, signing her body away, making her his, for all of eternity. as soon as she signed her name he rose out of the water, the liquid streaming off his firm, masculine body. thankfully for her he was wearing pants, the silk perfectly dry, as was his hair, the water had not touched either. he stared at her, his white eyes void of emotion as he took the contract from her, running his tongue along the blood she had put there, tasting her life and shuddering happily before releasing it, the thing vanishing into flames. after your body dies, your Soul leaves. he explained, smirking at her. your soul will be mine after your death... through natural causes only. heart attack, or old age. he shrugged. i estimate that you will live to be one hundred and seven years old, provided no one else interferes. he admitted simply. you will have a nice, long life of servitude. he admitted simply before turning away from her. he moved up the stairs, ignoring Krystyn for a moment as he moved into the bedroom where the smell of Sickness came from. he moved into the room where the human lay, wrinkling his nose at the smell of Magic that covered everything. he should have known, his 'father' had sensed a weakness in the human woman, and had exploited it. he was always looking for a new way to get his hands on human souls. Mastema ran his hand down Drake's face, sensing his life force before ripping the blankets off the human, settling onto his belly, straddling him as he bent down, looking for all the world like he was about to kiss the boy... but centimeters from those soft human lips he made a strange noise, a sucking sound. black mist started to flow out of Drake's mouth, sucked into Mastema's as if the Demon was devouring the sickness. more black mist spilled from Drake's mouth, and then a thick black sludge, a cupful, no more, this trailed out of Drake's mouth to stain the bed and his skin before the boy would shudder, his hard breathing beginning to even out, the rasping easing, the rattling coughs fading away.... Mastema carefully wiped the black sludge off of Drake, and off of the bed, leaving no trace of the sickness behind before he set a hand on the boy's stomach and pushed, hard, a snarl falling from Mastema's lips as he turned Drake's face to the floor, more black sludge falling out of the boy as he retched and heaved. with every bit of black sludge that fell out of the boy his color returned, and his fever eased. finally, Mastema slid off the boy, and the bed, and covered him with the blankets again as if nothing had happened, turning to Krystyn. you are lucky to have called. he admitted. it was an Angel induced sickness... human magic wouldn't have been able to touch it. he admitted simply studying her. tend to your brother, he will wake in the next hour, he will be hungry, give him good solid food, lots of protein and plenty of water. i will be close...watching. he admitted smirking darkly as he stroked her hair. such a pretty thing. he murmured softly. such a good deal i have made...