Thread: Why You Don't Leave the Tower {darkest_fate&Google}

Heat, chaos, passion, the Ifrit did exactly what it wanted when it wanted to and to be chained, to have rules placed upon it went against its very nature. He could feel them, even if no one could see the chains he knew they were there. The magic that trapped him, bound him, was not very complex but the king who had put it in place had used a great deal of power... to just break the bonds wouldn't be easy but given time Cherubael knew that he would be able free himself. That would be the key to regaining his full power, if he were able to break free of the chains and from there he doubted there was anything on the planet with the strength to bind him again. The last time he had been weakened as he emerged from the portal to this realm but at the peak of his power the whole world would tremble. Curious about how strong the bonds were, just how much power Gothel really had, Cherubael took a deep breath, feeling fire build up within his body but before he could even begin to exhale it at the girl he was there to protect... it was like a freezing collar of iron slapped closed around his neck and cut off the power. His eyes narrowed right away, hands twitching as they itched to rip the collar from his throat and destroy it... but he knew that it was nothing he could touch and nothing that could be seen. An Ifrit didn't like the cold, it was an antithesis to them. Oh he hated Gothel in that moment for limiting him, for trying to control chaos, uncounted years without a body and he hated Gothel in that moment more then the man who had placed him there. I remember the rules. He grunted, reaching up to scratch his chest and take off a little if of the edge from the cold that still burned at his neck. Oh it felt good to be able to do that, so long without a body, nothing but a mind and the urges that came along with a body never went away. SO long locked away, all his urges still burning, unable to act upon them or find even the slightest bit of relief. It was a good thing that Gothel had put rules upon him to keep him from killing her because otherwise he might just fuck her to death. By his estimate it could have been thousands of years since he was last able to walk free and that left quite a lot of pent up desire to be burned off. Of course Gothel likely wanted those rules to remain unstated, not wanting to worry the young lady overly much and for the time being Cherubael was willing to play along though her difficulty pronouncing his name was an amusing one. Looking away from Gothel he started to advance on Rapunzel with a grin on his face that displayed his sharp teeth and clear desire burning in his eyes. The way that she was displaying herself, he doubted that she was doing it on purpose but that didn't matter at all, she smelled of royalty, magic, and innocence, things that all men, even men that were Demons desired. Still looking at Rapunzel, not wanting to take his eyes off of her. She will not leave the tower, there will be no visitors except for you, there will be no problems at all. No, anyone trying to get into the tower would be dealt with harshly and given no second chances. Gothel's whispers were had informed him that she had longed to leave and that plenty of people might be looking for her one day... let her true parents come for her, let them bring their armies, it would give him a chance to stretch his legs a little bit. Now why don't you leave Gothel, give us a chance to get acquainted.