Thread: Sin on your lips -taken-

Genzai lips curled up in a crooked smile as he watched the man in front of him grab Lu's hand with what seemed to be little thought at all. He couldn't understand why people did things like this, he didn't ask any questions, he didn't as for any paperwork he just sold he soul off with out a second thought as to what might come next. It had taken him weeks to agree to sell off his free will, and his promise was mind blowing power, not something as simple as keeping ones life. That was silly, which proved even further that this boy had no idea what he was doing. Selling your soul to Lewie meant your free will was taken from you. Sure you had eternal life and sure you were unreasonably powerful... but that was over if Lewie decided to make it that way. Otherwise, you sat by the man's side being nothing but a slave that catered to the man's every whim. This was something Genzai had learned the hard way. Lust being his punishment, 300 years as a damned sex slave for mouthing off one to many times. Sure, even now he didn't seem to have barrings on his boundaries, but he knew his limits and he knew them well. His oddly colored eyes focused in on the scene before him as he watched the light of the fire place flicker across the darkening room. He felt himself holding his breath as Lewie hand closed in on Ai's hand and suddenly there was a rise of nativity in the room. Welcome to the game. He heard Lewie say and the fire in the hearth quickly jumped and Genzai closed his eyes bracing himself for the pain he knew was about to come. The fire grew almost too rapidly, before he knew it the small congregation was surrounded with a monstrous blaze that climbed the walls in a swirling heat. He looked to the side of him just in time to see the flesh of his comrade's smiling face liquidate and fall in to a bubbling puddle in his lap. He then noticed that his own flesh had set ablaze he could hear the screams of a few unsuspecting people in the room -that or they weren't used to the proses- he screamed is head off the first time he was transported by demon fire. As the pain slowly numbed his body he allowed his to close and everything went -black- The buzzing sound of florescent lighting radiated from over head in a clicking pattern as the rundown hotel sign clicked on and off on and off shining a bright red light into his face as he sat slumped over in the chair by the widow of the small, decrepit hotel. Genzai let out a long painful moan and leaned back in the chair with a flop, he coughed a few times trying to clear his lungs of charcoal that seemed to linger there and he looked around room. The shadows kept him from seeing much of anything but he could easily smell the horrid decay of urine, rotten sex and .... meth... yeah that was definitely meth. He made face as he blinked a few times and went to exploring his own body, with the light that came through the windows, to see that once again his flesh had been restored to it's original status... but his clothes weren't so lucky. A brand new 4000 dollar suit ruined in a day. He cursed as he stood up, stumbling a bit as he searched the wall for a light switch. After a bit of effort, and a few frustrated curses, he found one by the door he clicked it on and wince slightly as the dimmed lighting barley lit up the room. This place was a fucking hole in the wall. He chuckled to himself annoyed and he began to mumble to himself You couldn't have just brought us back to out place? You had to put me in here? I can fucking smell the roach fesses and hooker resin on the sheets. He complained as he a hand down the arm of his suit, or what was left of it, trying to dust off the left over ask. You're buying me a new suit. He seethed as he flopped back down in the chair and reached in to his pocket pulling out a silver cartridge with his name engraved in the polished metal. He opened the box and plucked a single cancer stick out placing it between his lips and with that it was suddenly lit, he took a drag and blew the smoke out in the air. The original white smoke flowed through the air and a string of black flowed from his lips freely. It twirled around the stream of white smoke and formed a mouth at opened that swallowed down the white smoke and slowly returned back to his lungs. His eyes then directed to the male laying in the bed in front of him, completely dead to the world. He smirked to himself recognize the man as his new partner, he wondered what exactly what in store for the two of them. But at the same time, he was sure it would prove entertaining.