Thread: Revenge and the Way of the World (Cheshire Pup & I)

Minutes passed and it seemed that the insanity had died down at least for now. Sol had gotten what he came for...he hoped. Looking at this demoness, it appeared as if she would be no real help to him at all. She looked innocent and frail, unaware of the world around her. But looks were decieving and soon he found himself the bearer of an apparent gift. His name. It was something he didn't quite understand but the young wizard quickly shrugged it off figuring it was all part of the routine. Once she complained again about the cold, a sigh escaped his lips and he removed the cloak that covered him from the cold. It was a long cloak, hanging all the way down to the ground and it came with a nifty little hood which Sol would use to cover his face should he so choose. It was made of a thick leather hide and the inside was lined with sheeps fur for extra insulation. For this demoness, it would be the perfect cover. She was out in the human world now and her appearance would be frightening to any non-educated pesants who would look upon her. Upon tossing it to her, the young wizard spoke once more. Here. Put this on. It will keep you warm until we can find you some clothes. With that done, another hush fell over the two until the woman started mumbling something about her name...which she couldn't remember. It was odd that she couldn't recall it as most demons held their name in high regard and never ever forgot it once it was given to them. Perhaps the collar had something to do with her losing the memory of her name. For now, Sol figured that he might as well give her one of his own and while she shed her long flowing locks of hair, he thought and thought. And as he thought still, she approached him again, her breasts now fully exposed to him now that her hair wasn't covering them. It distracted his thought process temporarily and before he could regain his bearings, she began to lecture him on how the process of making a contract with her. To this, Sol had plenty of knowledge. He hadn't studied the dark arts for nothing after all. He knew that all demons had a different way of creating a contract with a human. This particular process, though not part of the official ritual this demoness was performing was known as the bloody bracelet of binding. As he expected, the word bracelet appeared on his wrist along with the braid. When the braid itself burned into his hand, the young wizard winced in pain. Fortunatley, it was brief and soon a spot of blood trickled from his wrist staining the braid. And so, the contract was complete. Sol Gareth now had his very own demon to serve and based on what he said, the price of doing so was not as bad as he imagined it to be. Normally, he would have been asked to give up his soul or perhaps sacrifice a person or two in order to develop a contract. It would now be improper for him not to tell her what he had brought her out for and to that, he had a long story to tell. But the night was cold and the demoness was still essentially naked save for the cloak he gave her. Alright then...Demo... He spoke her name for the first time taking note of the tablet that was near her and the fact that the word demon was partially blocked out, thus being the inspiration for her name. He would have come up with a better one, but what the hey. Demo was good enough for him. Let's get going. There's a town a little ways from here where I kept a lot of my stuff. We'll stay there the night and i'll fill you in on the details in the morning. How does that sound?