Fantasy In Pursuit Of Relief

[Ana-Kitsune]

This roleplay is for Malhyanth and Ana-Kitsune .
Please do not enter this roleplay unless expressly invited.
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Thunk. The sound of the book hitting the wooden stool resounded off of the vaulted walls of the barn. A young woman stood proudly over the stool, gazing with satisfaction at the heavy volume. It was bound in red, with a sigil etched into it's surface in black. A smirk pulled at the corner of her mouth as she ran her hands over the spine of the tome. It had been almost too easy to steal.

This had to be important, she decided. There was no reason for someone like the priest to take it if not. The woman's name was Kit. Her brown eyes and brown hair gazed at the bound pages with curiosity and a little fear. The book seemed to have a presence of it's own. It was as though she was being coerced to open it, to read it. The chest in the back of the church had such an old lock on it she had only to force it and the book was hers. It was luck that she had heard of the book at all.

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She had been visiting her brother in the asylum when a woman was brought in. Dragged in, actually. Kicking and screaming and holding onto the book like it was her child. She had screeched and hissed and yelled obscenities Kit had never even thought of before as three large men fought desperately to control her. The woman's mouth dripped with blood. The side of one of the men's head and face was bloodied. A nauseating chunk of flesh drooped from his ear, swinging as he moved. It seemed to be hanging by just a small strand of skin.

Kit moved out of the way quickly, holding her brother against the wall so that the group of thrashing people could pass. They made it to an empty room, next to her brother's, and shoved her roughly inside, slamming the door as soon as she was free of it. The door buckled as the crazed woman threw herself against it. One of the men locked the door and stepped back, watching it warily. All three panted heavily. The bloodied one held a hand to his ear and cursed angrily as the woman continued to charge the door again and again. His other hand held the red book. He held it up and grinned at the small glass window on the door. "Got your book, bitch." He spat angrily.

The young woman moved towards the men, her brother's room was across from them. As she stood before them, waiting for them to step aside, she heard their conversation clearly. "Get the damn priest." The man with the bit ear growled. He looked down at the book in his hand and said "It's hard to believe this could cause all of that." He sighed, shaking his head wearily, sending a few stray drops of blood splattering onto the wall.

One of the men took the book and walked briskly down the hall towards the exit. The remaining man turned to the bleeder. "The priest says he'll lock it in the church. It might not look like much but that book is capable of completely changing people." he said, his eyes wide as the woman continued to throw herself at the door over and over again. " 'It is a powerful key to another world.'" the man whispered, clearly repeating words that had been said to him.

They finally noticed the woman standing there, gently holding the arm of a man in a straight jacket. The man had dead eyes and was staring at the wall, completely unnoticing of any of the events transpiring. His mouth was moving constantly, muttering. The young woman smiled sympathetically and excused herself as the men moved aside to let them past. She opened the door next to the crazed ear-biting woman and walked her brother inside. Setting him upon the bed she shut the door behind them. She sat next to her brother and hugged him.

With some of the noise of the mad woman's relentless attack on the door blocked out she could hear the man's murmuring. He was, of course, saying the same thing he had been saying since the day he had tried to take his life. "I don't want to be here." he whispered to a spot on the floor, not even looking at his sister. "I don't want to be here. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be here." The young woman did not react to it anymore. She had tried begging and pleading for more but he would not say anything beyond that.

The woman was haunted by it, because she knew. When he said that, he wasn't talking about the asylum, that rotten place. He was talking about the world. He was talking about being alive. He was saying he did not wish to be here on earth.

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Kit opened the book, flipping through it. It seemed to be in a different language. There were many strange symbols and a few pictures. Finally she encountered a page with a picture that seemed to be what she was looking for. On the top was a man looking to be in a bad condition, his face was one of sadness and pain. The bottom was the same man, smiling widely. He seemed to be full of energy and vigor. Bright colors swirled towards him from all sides of the page.

A dog approached the woman and sat next to the stool. "Hey Coyle, gave them the slip didn't you?" The woman said, patting the dog's head fondly. Coyle had been a fine distraction for her as she stole the book. She had sent him running through the pews and the whole of the church got caught up in trying to get him out.

The book seemed to speak to her, direct her. Somehow she knew what she had to do next though the language was foreign. She needed to hurry, it wouldn't be long before the priest discovered the book was missing. As though the woman had been instructed she began to draw a complex diagram on the ground with salt. After completing the strange circle she stood back to admire her work. It was dark now and she had lit candles to light the book and the circle. It was an eerie scene. The dog sniffed at it and gave a whine of complaint.

With one final deep breath she began to read the text written there. As soon as the words began to leave her mouth it felt as though the world itself stood still. All the noise of the night ceased, her voice uttering those strange sounds echoed back at her. From seemingly nowhere a breeze began to blow, as though from the center of the circle. rustling the pages of the book in her hands. She read even louder, nearly shouting over the sudden intense wind. On and on the young woman read, her hands shaking as she gripped the red tome. Coyle stood behind her, staring at the circle and growling a low growl. Finally she uttered the last word upon the page, nearly screaming it out. Her breath caught... something was happening within the circle!

 

[Malhyanth]

What the humans called the Demonic Realm, or the Circles of Hell, or whatever it was this era of human believed awaited them was not truly as exciting as all that. To the "demon" that walked the grey landscape, idling his time away, it was just home, and a dull place at that! Samael was considered a sort of King to his race of Demon, the Incubi and Succubi, an emotion feeding beast. In this world, he walked it in his more beastial form; like a giant, monstrous satyr, his sharp fanged antelope like head covered in a crown of four large spiralling horns, his icy-white blue eyes surrounded by a pitch black sclera. The pupil was like that of a cat. His thick barrel chest held musculature enough for his four arms, and then the large, twisted feathered wings that exploded from his back like black and red alien beings. His beast legs were thickly furred, his long tail lashed with a furred tuft at the end, concealing a scorpion style sting. Each of his four arms ended in a long clawed hand, thickly scaled like gauntlets, as were his shoulders, face, spine, and the ridge of his tail and thighs. His cloven hooves clacked upon the grey rocky earth, and he roved, constant, occasionally assessing his place and those around him.

Demons of all races and decrees gathered in groups in this grey wasteland. Occasionally, they were lucky enough to stumble across portals, opened up by stupid humans whom had murdered, summoned, or requested their assistance in exchange for their soul, and time had ended on the deal. Sometimea, the Deity would decide someone could leave, balance the negative and positive vibrations of the Human Realm; sometimes it was those whom held sway over what the humans would consider "evil", sometimes it was those they considered "good". Truth was, whatever individual demon this Realm spat out, they all held selfish goals; even those pretty beasts the Humans considered "angels". Pah!! They were often the worst for demanding sacrifice by the Human, to ensure their assistance! "Carry my child", "murder this man to become powerful", "convince the world you're the son of the Deity". Angels played cruel tricks on humans. Samael was sure it was Angels whom had fooled the humans into believing they had a chance to enter that thing called "Heaven". Humans didn't go anywhere. They stayed in their Realm and were recycled. Seemed humans were exceptionally stupid to believe a word the pretty angels said!!!

As the decree Samael always lived by stated; "trust nothing that values its appearance over its intellect". Sure, he had forms that humans couldn't resist! He was an emotional feeder; the quickest way to get his fill and return to this plane was to experience the sexual gratification of a human, and bask in the glow experienced after, like a lizard beneath the baking sun. Humans were surprising sensual beings, and Samael's race had learnt the fastest way to achieve the euphoria they desired was to be exceptionally attractive. It wasn't what they were on the inside, so his decree to value only the word of those that were not vain still applied to the vast majority of his race. They were a manipulative breed; and humans were so fun to mess with! As the beast trudged, it became apparent something wasn't right, however, and he slowed, his wide nostrils flaring, his large ears pinioned forward. An incantation that he'd not heard in many many years seemed to be drifting through the Grey Realm. A frown touched the beast face, and the hulking, muscular body hunched up, as the words swirled around him, and a wind set up around him.

Why was this occurring? He could feel the emotion within the commandment; he could sense the lack of experience. A searing pain shot through his chest as a huge slash of an 'X' seared is glowing trail across his bare flesh, his roar of anguish sending up through the Realm. Those close enough to witness could see the situation; someone with no skill or knowledge of what they were doing was binding a Demon to their will, and for some reason, the request for whatever it was they desired had been directed at Samael. The glowing mark on his chest smoked and sizzled, the air becoming acrid as it cauterised, and his body was slowly disintegrated, and whisked away upon the winds.

Within the circle, the first cloven hoof stepped, the thick black fur whipping about, the cloven hooves smoking as well where they touched the earth. The roar of pain and anguaish was heard before the chest was revealed, with its hot white-red burn being branded deep into the flesh across his barrelled chest. The four arms were clenched tight across the chest, the wings curling around to protect him, their massive expanse, simply for his size, twisted and gnarled. Last, the beastial face. And those harsh eyes. They locked immediately to the face of the girl and her beast that had summoned him, and in doing so, chosen a spell that had seared him so deep, he was sure he'd not see the Demon Realm for centuries. His sharp teeth were bared in a snarl, and slowly, his twisted wings spread, their weird disjointed shape cracking open to fill the barn she'd chosen. This beast stood nearly 13ft tall, and as it raised itself, the four arms spread wide, and its eyes glared deep into the souls if she that had commanded his arrival.

"You dare summon me? Do you realised whom I am?" His snarl was slathered with drool, and it rolled like thunder through the entire building, shaking the very foundations. Samael stepped forward, and hissed as his cloven hoof stepped on the salt, and his drew it back, the thick substance that formed the hooves hissing and sputtering where the salt still touched his foot. He scuffed it in the dirt, aware salt was everywhere. "Tell me Human. Why have you summoned me, and done such a stupid thing as to bind our very souls!! Do you realise what you have done?!"

 

[Ana-Kitsune]

Kit's chest rose and fell deeply as she gasped in terror. Her eyes were wide and locked upon the beast that had appeared. For several long moments her fear kept her glued. Her blood pumping so quickly her vision was blurred and her ears were filled with the sound of her own heart beating. Finally she absorbed the fact that she had fallen to the ground when the demon had appeared. Coyle had hold of her shirt and was frantically tugging at her, trying to drag her towards the door. He had abandoned whining and wisely decided against a fight. Still he would not abandon her. He pulled relentlessly despite the hopelessness of moving the much larger woman.

Her eyes scanned the beast, her mind not even comprehending most of what she was seeing, it was so foreign it became like a dream. She could accept it simply because her mind gave up on making reason of it. The mind could only take so much. The appearance of the demon was certainly not what Kit had expected. If she truly asked herself though, Kit realized she had no idea what she had expected.

Having come to, the young woman reached out to the dog and held it close. Her eyes never wavered from the monster. She still could not quite catch her breath and her heart still beat so quickly it hurt her chest. Now though Kit was at least moving. She pulled herself to her feet carefully, her legs shaking. As she moved from terror to fear her confusion grew. "Who- who are you?" She asked at last. Her throat barely opened enough to let the words through. "Can you help my brother?!" She demanded with some excitement.

 

[Malhyanth]

Samael's beastial form pulsated with power as he tried to release himself from the salt circle she'd ensured to trap him within. His four arms reached out, large clawed hands recoiling where they touched the boundary. His chest held the large cross of binding, and he still felt it's burn, too much movement of arms or wings spiking him viciously. Her cowering form gave him little pause for concern; stupid child had no idea what she had done. Realising he was not going to free himself, his hulking body started to shrink, the animal face folding in on itself, the lower pair of arms fading, withering, and turning to dust, satyr like legs straightening somewhat, becoming a little more human in shape, though the fur and cloven hooves remained. The giant wings also remained huge and expansive.

"Who am I? Girl, do you not even comprehend of your dire situation in calling Samael Lilith, King of the Fallen?" As his face changed shape from that of a very sharp and dangerous looking antelope to that of a humanoid face, ears still long and pointed, eyes the same black sclera with the white-blue iris, and slit pupil, his words changed from a snarling roar, to more of a satin tone, of a handsome man, with chiselled features, and stubbled jaw. His broad chest still held the mark deeply across it. He pointed a still clawed hand at the girl, in a partway state between Beast and Human. "Foolish creature. Do you not understand you have summoned an Incubus? I do not help, I only take!"

His long, lizard like tongue lashed out over his lips and jaw, and he smirked at her, his face distorting with aggression, and want. "You, my dear, also look ready for the taking." His laugh was vile, and he stroked a palm across his bared chest, looking her over. "Though if you're offering up a brother as well, I am not fussy; I'll take what I can get, or what I can forcefully take." He took another step forward, coming up against her rudimentary protections and snarled as they seared his skin again. He seemed ready to explode, his body sending waves of energy through the barn, which rattled the items within. "Release me, girl!! Or it will only get worse for you if you keep me imprisoned in here."

 

[Ana-Kitsune]

Kit was still terrified, but realized her fear was only making the situation worse. The more humanoid form was smaller, but no less menacing. Somehow she knew without being told that the ability to transform so easily was a clear marker of great power. Her heart was slowing to a less painful rate and her mind was working fast. The demon spoke her language at least. The word Incubus meant nothing to her, but she knew a demon when she saw one. Kit also recognized that he seemed to be trapped somehow.

The way he spoke of 'taking' her made her skin crawl. Subconsciously she crossed her arms, barring herself against him. With the bellowing of the creature her own anger rose. "You won't hurt my brother!" She shouted. "You will help him... Somehow." her anger faded to confusion as she thought about the situation. How exactly was this beast supposed to help her brother? Why exactly had she 'summoned' him in the first place? She tried to recall her thoughts in the last few hours. They were hazy, as though she hadn't really been all there. The book still lay open on the ground where she had fallen back.

Coyle stood at her side, growling at the demon. Teeth barred he did not move as the monster yelled in anger. His fur was raised to make him look bigger and he put his body between Kit and the beast. As it transformed into the more humanoid form Coyle snarled a warning. Don't get any closer, I will attack! He accepted he stood no chance but in his eyes it appeared Kit had chosen to make a stand. If she wanted to fight, then he would as well.

Kit realized, too late, that the red volume was not a miracle book. Whatever had happened, she did not like the idea that she was not in full control of herself. Still, she wouldn't let this be the end of her hope for her brother. "Why should I release you?" the young woman demanded. "What's in it for me? Why wouldn't I just leave you there, if your threatening me?!" Kit tried to sound confident, despite her disadvantage. He was clearly powerful, surely there was something he could do for her brother.

 

[Malhyanth]

The way she only screamed at him to leave her brother alone unless he was helping him made him grin. Sure shes covered herself over, to protect herself from his eerie gaze, but she hadn't denied him her body. He snarled a laugh at her and waved off her words, raising an eyebrow as he rubbed at his stubbled jaw, sharp teeth still revealed in a wicked grin.

"Fine. I shall leave your brother, but you need to start learning what it is you have summoned, wench. I have needs that are not easily satisfied if you want me to remain in this world until whatever stupid plan you have for me is complete." His gaze followed her own to the book she'd used to summon him, and his smile faded to a furrowed frown. How had she used that? He could feel the power emanating from it, but it wasn't an easy manual for summoning. Slowly, he walked the edge of the circle, stalking it like a caged beast.

The dog snarled at him, and the demon crouched, lip lifted in a snarl back, a growl rumbling in his giant chest, rattling the tools and glass in the barn. "Control your animal." Samael growled, pointing at it. "I'll eat it if it doesn't stop!" The demon continued to pace, and as he did so, changes occurred over his body. His size started to shrink to a more manageable 6'6 height, still broad and strong looking, with plenty of muscle. His legs changed to a more human shape, and his giant twisted black and red tinged wings shrank to a more appropriate size, only holding a width of about 25ft fully spread. They folded haphazardly against his back. The long tail also didn't leave the furry, scaled length with its scorpion like end twitched angrily as he paced. His wild black hair stopped at his shoulders, his horns also didn't disappear, neither did the bizarre white-blue on black set up of his eyes.

More human in appearance, clothes materialised on his form; a silken black shirt that seemed to wrap around his body like snakes, and comfortable looking black breeches, somewhat ragged at the knees and hems, hanging low on his sculpted hips. He growled at her questions, but stopped pacing for a moment to answer. "Eventually your weak magical abilities are going to crumble, and this cage you have me in will fall; if you have not chosen to release me before that time I will have no desire to help you." He flicked a hand at the invisible barrier he couldn't cross, a sizzle and stem of smoke trailing from the fingers that had touched it, before the burn healed speedily from his hand. He looked at her, pointedly.

"I don't understand your stupid, pathetic idea of why I should have come. But I can tell you if you do not release me, when I break free myself, it's going to be hell for you! I will have no Master, and I will be trapped on this plane until your soul dies through its many lives, or my purpose is fulfilled, which you, it seems, have deemed is to be healing your brother of an ailment I cannot help with." His grin was vicious as he finished, crossing his hands over his now clothed chest, standing brazenly in front of the girl. "Yes, I can see as much from you; you're scared for him. And you expect my power to be able to save him? I could fuck his brains out? Give him the best night of his life, such him dry. But I don't think that is what you want for dear sweet brother, is it?" The demon grinned, in this more human form, his teeth less sharp, slightly more normalised.

 

[Ana-Kitsune]

Kit took a step back, her body shifting towards the barn door. She considered for a moment just running. Running away from the demon. Going to see her brother and trying to forget this ever happened. However she knew this probably wasn't something she could run from. So her thoughts were buzzing. How could she get out of this? What should she do to ease the situation she had created with the terrifying demon.

She stared into his eyes for a long moment. "You won't hurt my brother." She stated. It had started as a question but the young woman decided she wouldn't give the horrible creature an option. "If I let you out, you will do what you can to help me." again Kit stated, not asked, the man shaped beast. "I'm going to let you out now. You will not hurt me. I don't know why your here when I asked for help... but this is the answer I got and I'm going to make the most of it."

Kit backed away slowly, Coyle winding anxiously around her legs. The dog hoped the human had finally seen sense and decided to run. Why was she walking so slowly though?! Kit reached down and grabbed the book. It seemed to hum in her hands excitedly. She took it and began walking back towards the creature in the salt circle. She was closer now then she had ever been and she found herself drenched in a cold sweat. There was no doubt that the man form he was in now was less outwardly scary. Instead it was a chilling and unnerving fear that wound it's way under the skin. The form was just subtly off, enough to hint at the monster within.

Book in hand Kit stood just outside of the salt circle. With a deep breath she kicked the salt away and closed her eyes. If she died here she only hoped somehow her brother and Coyle would be okay.

 

[Malhyanth]

The Incubus watched the girl with his strange eyes, assessing her movements. She seemed to be assessing him in return, trying to decide what it was that had caused him to be issued to answer her call for help, rather than any other demon or spirit. His sharp grin appeared, as she commanded he not touch her brother. He leant forward, and listened to her request, pursing his lips slightly as he contemplated her requests. He straightened, crossing his arms as she collected her book and read through it in order to release him.

"Make the most of my abilities? You clearly have no idea what I am! Well, it seems I am stuck here, anyway. Doesn't look like I have much choice." He watched her and her dog, his eyes remained unblinking, as he followed her progress around the circle. The dog continued to growl at him, being aggressive at him. The demon crouched as the girl did, and lunged at the dog with a snarling hiss, before he grinned with a low laugh. "Cute mutt."

Samael stood again, his hooves feet planting comfortably, the straighter legs in this form shifting a little to get comfortable as the girl approached, swallowed hard, and then broke the circle. The Magic that bound him melted away like an icy cage in the summer heat, and he stretched himself, his wings expanding in moments, as he took the step over the barrier, and he laughed, loud and harsh. His body launched at the girl, clawed hand clamping around her throat as he lifted her from the ground, and pinned her to a wall.

"Now I will teach you how to truly fear!" He sneered, but his face changed quite quickly as he held her tight around her throat. His other hand raised to the heat that was gathering around his throat. His skin was starting to sizzle, and smoke trailed up. He dropped her quickly, the rash and heat around his neck making him gag and cough, reeling away from her. He leant against the side of the barn, letting the heat dissipate. "Hellfire, you have screwed us good and proper haven't you?" He stood, opening the black shirt that had sprung upon his form, and revealed the blistering handprint upon his own throats where he'd grabbed her. Slowly, his body was shrinking further, till what appeared to be a tall, pale, bearded man with long wild hair stood, barefoot, within the barn opposite her.

 

[Ana-Kitsune]

Kit sputtered and coughed, gasping for air. Her eyes wide, watching the demon. She continued raggedly gulping air as her knees regained power and she shakily stood up from her place on the floor where she had crumpled, breathless. Her hand touched at her neck, feeling the area his hand had been. Kit stared at the demon's neck where an angry red hand mark had appeared.

There was a long moment in which she still couldn't believe she was alive. Coyle was circling her, nuzzling her hands and neck. Trying to reassure her and see that she was okay. Coyle wasn't entirely sure what had happened. The demon had attacked Kit and then suddenly he had recoiled and was in pain. In Coyle's relatively simple mind he decided that they had fought and Kit had won. Perhaps she had bit him really hard?

The young woman felt her heart beating through her chest. "You..." Kit started to speak but then was reduced to a hissing hysterical laughter, tears falling from her eyes. She had nearly asked him if he was okay! The thought was too much for her. Asking a demon who had just tried to kill her if he was okay?! Kit shook violently and gripped her sides as she tried to rain in her uncontrolled reaction. The fear, the disappointment, the anger, the surprise, the exhaustion, the pain, it was too much. She leaned against the wall of the barn for support. Coyle was staring at her, anxiously pawing the ground at her feet. This was the noise humans made when they were happy, but the dog could smell that Kit was far from it.

Finally Kit rained herself in enough to speak again. "I'm sorry." She said, in between snickers. She didn't know what she was apologizing for. If it was for summoning him, for her laughter, for him being hurt or maybe because she 'screwed us good and proper'. The girl tucked her brown hair behind her ears and reached out for Coyle, bringing him in close for a hug. "Hey, hey." She whispered soothingly, stroking his ruffled fur.

 

[Malhyanth]

The demon scowled at the laughing girl, his pale on dark eyes narrowing as a hiss passed through his sharp teeth. His shape was still changing, wings dissolving like burnt paper, his feet and legs altering to that of pure human. He was still much taller than the girl, and where his strange, satyr like legs had been, dark breeches slithered from the same magical ether as his open necked silken black shirt with its billowy sleeves. Tall riding style boots snaked around his feet and ankles, and so he stood before her, finally appearing as human as she, bar his eyes, which remained unusual, and four dark horn nubs within his hairline, where his horns would protrude from his most beastial form.

"What is so funny, human? I may not be able to harm you, whom summoned me, but I will be able to wrought destruction around me as I please, once you free me from these confines." The dog was investigating his strange human's reaction to the demon, and Samael simply turned, ignoring the pair in favour of examining the era he'd been brought into. He'd visited human realms before, and this one seemed to be a strange one. The girl before him appeared poor and a worker, yet through the window he saw a world that held those whom hired the poor to work, and those that were hired; a class system. He liked that, he was a Lord in his grey world, he would be able to pull off looking like a Lord here, he suspected.

"Tell me. If we are to now be stuck together for whatever ridiculous purpose you brought me here for. What do I need to know of this world. Who are you?" He looked her over, his nose wrinkling. Looked like he was going to be experiencing the grim things of life for a while, till he could convince some poor old bird to give him her fortune.

 

[Ana-Kitsune]

Kit had finally calmed herself completely. Feeling quite sober, Kit stood and dusted herself off. She had developed a sort of calm acceptance about the demon. It was probably all a bad dream, she decided. Walking towards the man the young woman extended a hand to shake his, then remembering his hissing flesh, withdrew it. "My name is Kit Faria Day. As for learning about this world, I think a good start would be staying like this." she gestured at the more elegant and less frightening human form. "Your other form is..." she faded off, shivering a little. "Well let's just say people wouldn't react well."

She gave the man a good look. He was nicely dressed, almost too nicely as that would only draw more attention. His horns were barely visible through his hair. Still Kit would feel better if they were under a hat or hidden away in some other way. His eyes were off, unsettling. "There are a lot of different kinds of people, who do many different things." She said with a shrug, unsure of how to explain her world to people. "This is the town Greenwood, the year is 1214 of Era Four." Kit recited and crossed her arms, thinking for a moment. "The Church is in power of almost everything, so beware of the holy symbol." Kit knew that though some of the clergyman were great people, they would certainly not take well to the demon. It was best, she decided, to simply warn him against them all together.

"This town is led by the Minister Frell and his brother Bortus. Bortus is... not that smart. His brother is twice as intelligent as him, but that's not saying much!" Kit snickered. She had been made to go to church for schooling when she was a child, now that she was of age Kit found herself making any excuse not to sit in the pews. In her mind she simply had much better things to do then listen to Frell fumble through a book. "We're a pretty small town, but right next door is Bedlun. It's only a mile walk away from my family's farm." Kit gestured to the west. "That's where my brother is. In the asylum." Kit silently added in her head but not for long! She would never give up on her brother's recovery.

 

[Malhyanth]

Samael continued to stalk the perimeter of the barn, testing the limits of her control. It seemed he could walk a fair distance from her, but until they were outside, and he could test it further, was unsure of the extent of his freedom. He eyed her, his unusual eyes narrowing a little and he remained quiet, listening to her history lesson. His wild hair, dark and glossy, fell in waves about his face as he explored, obscuring the horn nubs further. It was only when he pushed it back flat that they became somewhat noticeable, and only if looking for them. He huffed a wry chuckle at her suggestion of a hat, and looked at her, clicking pointed nailed fingers, and a long trench and top hat started to materialise, engulfing him in their worn and tattered leather and moleskin.

"Better, Mistress Kit Faria Day?" He growled, his pale irises glowing for a moment with the power he wielded. He watched her a moment, thumbs tucked into his breeches pockets. He took one out, and waggled a clawed finger at her. "You think I am concerned by the Church?" He scoffed, and turned away from her, a shadow of the wings upon his back grazing her vision, the shadow of them upon the wall of the barn as he held his hands out perpendicular to his body. The wings unfurled fully in his shadow, but to the eye, it was just a man that stood in the centre of the barn. "Man has always made his own gods, angels and demons to stop himself from becoming naught but a beast." He cast a cursory look over his shoulder, his demonic eyes glinting for a moment, as he smirked. "Perhaps your brother is more real than you realise. More true."

The demon turned, the illusion of his shadow shrinking back to show just a man; a tall man, yes, broad of shoulder, and devilishly handsome, for what demon that fed on the erotic natures of humans could be ugly to behold! He smirked as he leant forward, peering into Kit's face. His teeth were sharp as they glinted. "Perhaps your brother does not need to be saved, and it is you, whom needs to accept the truth of the human condition? Have you considered that he is, in fact, more human than you?" Samael stood with a derisive laugh, and circled around. "But for what reason do we remain here! You called me for a reason, see your brother, heal him. Come! Take me! Let us see what damages are within his Psyche, what poison eats at his consciousness!" The demon stood by the door, feeling the pressure as his hand reached for the handle, the heat. He withdrew his hand, a small curse spitting from his lips. He stepped back, with a bow. "After you, it would seem, my lady."