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Lavi Bookman

Lavi Bookman

Super-Earth
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Jun 21, 2011
"Meet out in the woods? Sure, I'll be there." Tristan closed his cell phone and put it back in his pocket as he reached up to scratch his head. "I wonder why she wants to meet at night in the woods. We do tend to meet out there for outings but never at night." He commented to no one in particular, a habit he had always had when he was thinking something in his mind. Even if there was no one there, he liked to talk to himself which had made people around him wonder if he was crazy or not. Sara had always been an outdoor sort of female which had been part of the reason why he had liked her. She'd always been so full of life which in turn inspired him to get out there too.

When dusk fell and the sun had fallen over the horizon, Tristan set off to meet his girlfriend at the aforementioned place. The redhead let out a little sigh as he left and hummed a tune as he walked to pass the time. Once he had reached the location, the tree where a pink ribbon was tied to a branch, he stopped and leaned up against the trunk. The ribbon belonged to Sara and she had tied it there the last time they had come out here. One hour passed and Tristan began to grow a bit restless but when two hours had come and gone he reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone. "Che. No answer. I wonder what's keeping her." He heard a rustle not too far away and glanced over his shoulder.

In the direction of the noise. "Sara?" There was no answer and he frowned. A slight chill ran down his spine and his survival instincts kicked in as his mind jumped to conclusions. Perhaps it was a wild animal out there. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to wait on the ground at night. He should either leave or go up a tree and continue to wait. Well, Sara probably wasn't going to come anyway if she hadn't after two hours. He could always call her later tonight and see what had happened. With that in mind, he turned around and headed for the entrance of the forest.

But he never got there.

Something or someone jumped out of the bushes at him and before he could react in time, he had been knocked to the ground. He did have time to scream though as sharp fangs pierced through the skin of his neck. But no one heard him out in the middle of the woods. As his life blood trickled away into the mouth of the vampire that had attacked him, Tristan wondered whether or not his girlfriend would realize something had happened to him or not. It was an odd last thought but he was in shock due to the unexpected pain and fear of perhaps dying out here.

Strength was leaving his body and he could feel his eyes closing as he started to lose consciousness...
 
just as Tristan's vision started to go black, a shimmer appeared in the air over him. from the shimmer stepped out a man, a beautiful, utterly ethereal man. he was wearing something very similar to a Japanese Kimono, made out of some sort of material that there simply was no words for. it wasn't an earthly material, that was for certain. he seamed to be made out of grace and beauty, as if the entire world had been made for him, and him alone. he stepped over Tristan, his bare foot dainty and soft as silk. the man settled onto his knees in front of Tristan and carefully rolled the boy onto his back, and settled the boy onto his knees. making it much easier for Tristan to breath, and somehow, the simple touches of the man was keeping unconsciousness at bay. he had long bangs, so long that standing up, they would have brushed the strangers ankles, yet the rest of his head was almost a pixie cut... which was rather cute really. his glowing golden eyes where soft, and the single black horn on his forehead, almost seamed out of place against his white hair and milky skin.

"Poor thing. betrayed by your Girlfriend, attacked by the immortal, and left to die." the man whispered, his voice like soft music. "you did not know, did you? that Sara didn't come, because she was with another man?" the man asked softly. "she was coming here, to break up with you." soft hands stroked Tristan's hair. "poor Tristan... so young to be heartbroken... so young to be dying. but i can fix that, if you would like me to." he offered with a soft, comforting smile. "i can give you back your life. i can give you a purpose. i can give you power. anything at all that you desire, i hold in my hands. for i am Sethreil the Aurum... the 'New Dawn' and i can give you anything you ask for. and all i need in return, is your devoted loyalty to me." Sethreil whispered, smiling at Tristan. "your body, your soul, in return for everything you ever wanted. Love, riches, revenge, power... name it, and it shall be yours, Tristan, my dear Tristan." Sethreil whispered, his words a poisoned honey... after all, who would have ever thought that someone so beautiful, someone so soft and tender and... almost kind... could be one of the most dangerous Demon's in existence?

Sethreil, the Aurum, the New Dawn, was well known for his less than ideal 'deals'. he offered you everything you wanted... and he gave it to you... and in return? you where his slave for the rest of eternity. he was the master of manipulations, his soft voice and beautiful face swayed people more than the deal he offered.many humans mistook him for an Angel, not believing that a creature of cruelty and evil could be so beautiful. but had not the Snake once been beautiful? before God cursed it for tricking his precious Eve and Adam? Sethreil smiled as he stroked Tristan's hair, offering him comfort and affection, it was an easy trick, this poor boy, desperate to live... the deal that Sethreil offered was just a simple bonus to make sure that Tristan had no choice but to accept. after all, what teenager didn't desire many things? from beautiful women, to better families, or even a family in and of itself. everyone wanted something, and Sethreil could give it to them, if they where willing to pay the price.
 
Tristan's blue eyes flickered open, as his survival instincts kicked in, and although his vision was blurry due to lack of blood, he could still make out the figure standing above him and his heart beat a little faster. What a beautiful man, he found himself thinking and wondered if an angel had been sent down to bring him back to Heaven. He wouldn't be surprised if that was the case, after all no one could be this ethereal and still be human, right? Unable to move, Tristan found himself simply watching as Sethreil adjusted him into a better position. Suddenly, he found himself able to breathe once more and he drew in quick and deep breaths as fast as he could, in order to keep from passing out.

Once he could breathe normally again, the redhead looked up at his savior and his vision cleared a bit more. But what Sethreil said next made his heart clench and he shook his head, as if to negate what the angelic being was saying to him about his girlfriend. "No...I don't...believe it..." He managed to get out, finally able to say the words he was thinking inside his head. Sara wouldn't do that to him, would she? Tristan blinked as Sethreil spoke of giving him everything he asked for as long as he gave him his loyalty in return. What did that even mean? "Save me..." He managed to get out and grasped a piece of the immortal's robe. "Don't let me die..." That was all he really wanted, at least right now.

And his words in turn meant he agreed to Sethreil's terms. "Sara...she wouldn't..." The redhead clung to the perception that his girlfriend was not going to leave him and she hadn't abandoned him to his fate out here in the woods. What he wanted to do was survive and see what had happened between them. That was all that mattered at the moment. He didn't care if he had to give his loyalty, his soul to Sethreil, the man was an angel, wasn't he? Once he died later on in the future, the angel would have his soul anyway and maybe he just needed him to carry out missions here on Earth or something which is why he needed permission beforehand. It made perfect sense which was why he had agreed.
 
Sethreil smiled as he watched the other, stroking Tristan's hair gently. it was all too easy to see what the poor little mortal was thinking. Sethreil certainly looked Angelic, but he was anything but. "i am sorry, my Little One." Sethreil breathed. "in her defense, she did not know that Evil lurked in this place." Sethreil admitted. after all, why would Sara know of such things? people where aware of Vampires existing of course, but they where rare. "You are mine now, My Little One." Sethreil purred, bending down and pressing his lips to Tristan's, kissing him with all the passion available. his soft, warm mouth pressed against Tristan's, binding the minimal human energies to his own. binding Tristan to him. now Sethreil could Command Tristan, and make Tristan do almost anything. if Tristan said 'no' to anything that Sethreil demanded of him, then all Seth had to do was tug on that link, and Tristan would find himself doing it anyway. willing or not, Tristan's 'free will' was gone, he belonged completely, and totally to Sethreil now. "Sleep now, My Little One." Sethreil ordered softly, settling his lips to the others forehead, and tugging the link, making Tristan fall into a deep sleep.

when Tristan woke, he was in the hospital. the soft beeping sound of the life monitor and the light dripping of the IV bag was the only sounds in the room. as soon as he moved though, a small alarm went off, and a doctor appeared. "ah! your awake. good. you are a very lucky young man." the Doctor admitted with a small smile. ""can you tell me your name?" the doctor asked. "good, and your age? good. there's no memory loss. that can happen sometimes." the man admitted. "what do you remember of last night?" the man asked. "i'm Doctor Adams by the way, Anthony Adams. i'm a Vampire attack specialist." he explained as he carefully looked into the others eyes with a flashlight and checked the pulse. "your an exceptionally lucky young man. the vampire left before you had been bled to dangerous levels. the poison they leave in your system was bled out afterwords, so you are not going to become a Vampire." the Doctor promised. "we have a young man in the waiting room who is terribly concerned about you. he claims to be an old family freind. Sethreil he said his name was." the doctor explained. "he found you on the side of the road, do you remember dragging yourself out of the woods?" more questions where asked 'what where you doing in the woods? is there anyone we can call? do you have any health insurance?' and other such questions.

finally, the Doctor left, and the gorgeous man from before stepped into the room, his two long bangs pulled back into a funny little ponytail at the nape of his neck and he was wearing a T-Shirt and jeans. he looked almost... normal, aside from the fact that he was still more beautiful than any mortal had a right to be. "Good morning Tristan." Sethreil stated with a smile as he settled down next to the chair. "i am sorry about this, but i could not simply fix you." he admitted. "instead i braught you to human healers and let them do the saving once i stopped the bleeding and fixed the shock." Sethreil admitted as he gently stroked Tristan's hair out of his face. "you will be weak and tired for a few days, but it will be good for you to have some rest. especially with the newspapers jumping all over the fact that Tristan Rowe was attacked by a Vampire while waiting for his girlfriend to show up." he smiled. "i could not simply allow her to do such a thing, without having some sort of repercussion. you are mine now, after all, and i protect what is mine." and that was true, Sethreil was extremely possessive. only he could hurt what he had claimed as his. "your mother and father have both been alerted, and both have had their memories slightly altered so that they will recognize me." here he smirked. "i am a close freind of your family now. they have asked that i take care of you." he sounded amused... probobly because he was amused.
 
Despite the fact that the ethereal being was speaking to him, Tristan was unable to comprehend much because not only was he suffering from severe blood loss but he was also losing consciousness. He couldn't even protest in the least as Sethreil leaned forward and sealed their contract with a kiss and passed out a few seconds later. The next time he opened his eyes, the first thing he heard was the beeping sound of the life monitor and his brow furrowed as he tried to reach up and rub his forehead. Almost instantly afterward, a doctor appeared and Tristan blinked as the other male went through a tirade of questions. "Tristan Rowe. I'm eighteen..." He responded to the questions.

Of course he knew who he was, the only thing that was hazy was what had happened earlier. The redhead remembered going out to meet his girlfriend in the forest but he didn't quite remember everything afterward. There had been something about an angel if he remembered correctly but that couldn't be right, that had to be a dream or hallucination or something along those lines, right? Angels didn't exist down here, people only got to see them right before death and then in Heaven. But then again, he had been near death, hadn't he? So it wouldn't be weird if he had managed to see one... Tristan shook his head and ran a hand through his hair as he tried to collect his thoughts.

Needless to say, he wouldn't be telling the doctors about that, they'd simply think something was wrong with his head or something. "So it was a vampire...I wasn't out of my mind, huh?" He said with a slight laugh and nodded when the doctor explained he wouldn't become a vampire. Oh hell, he hadn't even considered that possibility but since the doctor had said he wasn't going to become one, that was a relief. "Sethreil?" That name...he had been the angel, hadn't he? So, that part had been real? He couldn't quite remember what had happened, only that the angel had helped him out of a very bad situation. But family friend? He wasn't, right? No, he wasn't, he was sure of it.

Soon after the doctor left, Sethreil came into the room and Tristan lost his breath as he laid eyes on the beautiful man before him. Yes, this had been the angel he had seen. He was sure of it. The clothes were different but there was no mistaking his eyes and that hypnotizing voice. "Sethreil..." He murmured and blinked when the other male spoke of how his name would be in the papers. "Why? I'm not really that famous...we're just a normal family..." Tristan said and then tried to sit up when Sethreil mentioned his girlfriend. "I have to see Sara... I need to talk to her..." He didn't want to stay here until he had found out about Sara and why she hadn't shown up to see him last night.

When she had been the one to call him out. "I am yours..." Tristan echoed, wondering why it sounded so good and so wrong at the same time. Well he did owe his life to the angelic being, so perhaps he wasn't too wrong in thinking something like that.

But the choice of words made a little chill run down his spine.
 
Sethreil smiled a little as he studied the other. "you are very special Tristan, you just don't know it yet." he admitted softly, stroking the boys face. "you are anything but normal, My Pet. you will do great things, in the mortal realms, and within my realm." he admitted with a smile. he had known who Tristan was as soon as he'd felt the boy die... and Tristan had died, for a short few seconds the boy had been dead before Sethreil had arrived and restarted the boys heart. the Holy Powers within the boy had been awoken, and now Sethreil had a very powerful angelic entity at his command. with Tristan under his control, Sethreil could soon control all of Hell. he would soon be the Lord of the Demon's, and none could stand in his way. "i will call Sara." he promised as he glanced at the phone on the side table. "you should check your phone before i do though... she sent you a text about ten minutes after you where attacked." he admitted softly. "i don't know what it says." yes he did. electronics where entirely too easy to manipulate, he didn't even have to touch the phone to know every word that Sara had sent him.

"yes. you are mine." he whispered, leaning down again and pressing a small kiss to the others cheek, the lips warm, and the place where he had kissed warm, which spread through the others body... it felt, a great deal like... arousal as it spread through the other and Sethreil smiled as he gently stroked Tristan's hair. Seth had to admit, he did like this human, he was cute, and so very easy to manipulate. it wouldn't be all that hard to break the boy, to make him eager and loyal. soon Sethreil would have the boy on his hands and knees, begging to be fucked... and if Sethreil had his way, Tristan would be politically powerful as well, with which Sethreil could manipulate certain things to ease the way for more Demon's to manipulate and take control of vast numbers of humans. "rest now, and i will call Sara and i will make her come here if i have to. she should see what her actions have caused." Sethreil stated simply. he would also set her up to run into a Demon of her own, where she would be used as a toy and a pet, just like Tristan... only, she would not be a favored pet like Tristan was. Tristan would be treated with some semblance of kindness, and would be offered pleasure and power. Sara would simply be used.
 
What was all this talk about him being special? That just sounded creepy when it came out of the mouth of another man, unless of course it was a family member. Tristan blinked when Sethreil said he would do great things in both realms and wasn't quite sure he understood what the hell was going on here. "Mmm..." There was no other way to respond, since he wasn't entirely certain what was going through Sethreil's mind right now. Sara had called him, no scratch that, she had sent him a text when he hadn't been looking? Oh, at the time of the attack, that made sense. He hadn't exactly been looking at his phone back then. Tristan reached over to where the device sat on the piece of furniture next to his bed.

He flipped it open. There was a text, exactly as Sethreil had said and it was from Sara, the details of which made his heart sink a little. So she had called him out to break up with him. Not exactly what he had wanted to see here. Tristan shied away from Sethreil's touch as the other male's lips made contact with his cheek. He didn't really want to get too close to the other male, it made him feel uncomfortable. Not to mention the fact that a fire had started to burn down in his loins which was rather embarrassing he had to admit. "No, I don't want to make a fuss..." He said with a heavy sigh and truth be told he didn't really want to see her right now. "What do you need me for?" Tristan asked, quite curious.

Even though he knew he had to do whatever it happened to be. But he couldn't help but be interested in what sort of things he'd be required to do in order to pay Sethreil back. He was thinking more along the lines of missions or needing to get information from someone. These were all things he had confidence in being able to do for the most part. Hopefully it wouldn't have to do with fighting though or else things would get complicated soon. But he had made a promise to Sethreil and that was to give him his loyalty while he was alive and his soul when he died. The latter didn't matter to him since when he was dead, his soul would belong to Heaven anyway but the former he was concerned about.

What if he couldn't do the jobs? How could he pay the other male back?
 
Sethreil smiled a little, the boy was nervous, he knew that for a fact. Tristan didn't know it yet, but he felt uncomfortable, because he was of Holy blood, and Sethreil was of Demon stock. not to mention that Tristan was not yet aware that he was gay. Seth wanted to laugh, oh how he wanted to laugh, instead he just stroked Tristan's hair again. "there are so many things that you could be useful for, my sweet Tristan. and most of them don't involve you at all. not yet." Sethreil admitted with a smile. "when you move into politics, that is when you will be the most useful." he admitted softly. "it will take time of course." he admitted calmly. "it will take time, but we have more than half of your life yet to make an impact on the human minds here." he admitted softly. "in the meantime, you need to rest and recover. for you are useless while injured, and the more you relax, the sooner you will heal." he admitted with a smile as he stroked his fingers down the others cheek and neck, as if mesmerized by the warm flesh that he was touching. everywhere Seth touched, tingled and warmed and spread through his body in more pleasure. but this was more of a lazy pleasure, like one would feel during a massage.

"rest now, My Little One." he ordered softly. "you will be well in the morning." he promised, tugging on the bond and smiling as he watched the other drift into sleep. Tristan woke in the morning and he smiled at the other. "you are being released. come, i will take you home." Sethreil chirped as he helped Tristan to stand up. the boy was in one of those flimsy hospital gowns. "i went and got you a change of clothes. the ones you where wearing couldn't be saved." Sethreil admitted softly as he handed the other a change of clothes. once Tristan was dressed Sethreil helped him down the stairs. Tristan was no doubt, still very sore and weak, so Sethreil helped him down the stairs and into a cute little red hot Corvette Stingray. "oh, and before i forget. your not living in the apartments anymore. your 'uncle Sebastian' died three days ago and the will hearing was while you where in the hospital. he left you everything he owned. from his house, which is five miles away from your collage, to his Car... which your sitting in, to his five hundred thousand dollars worth of stocks, bonds, and shares of various incredibly lucrative companies. congratulations, your one of the richest people in the city." which was impressive considering Tristan didn't have an uncle Sebastian.

they pulled into the new house and Sethreil had to be pleased with himself. it had taken a bit of work to pull this off. but Tristan was now the proud owner of a two story white house with light blue trim. four bedrooms and two ad a half bath, and a very nice in ground pool with accompanying hot tub/jacuzzi. there was a second car in the garage, a very nice Volkswagen Bug. one of the fancy expensive ones. "welcome to your new home Tristan." Sethreil stated with a smile that would no doubt send shivers of worry down Tristan's back. that smile promised many things, and not many of them where nice.
 
Of course he didn't understand why his body was telling him to get away from Sethreil, the man was an angelic being, right? Then it was only natural because he was a mere human in the presence of an ethereal being, perhaps he couldn't come to terms with being around a higher power. "What do you mean they don't involve me?" Tristan asked, confused as to what Sethreil was talking about here. The other's words didn't make much sense. Wait, politics? "Sethreil... I hope you don't intend on trying to make me president or something because I have to warn you, I'm not that smart..." He said, just to make sure that wasn't the other male's plan.

Not only did he have no interest in running for office but he didn't think he would be able to win even if he did. "I feel fine, just a little tired..." Tristan told him and his body twitched once more as Sethreil touched him, exactly like he had all those times before. Why did that feel so good? It was weird and he wanted it to both stop and continue at the same time. "I don't - " He started to say but his words were cut off as Sethreil tugged at their bond and his eyes closed of their own accord as his mind shut down a second later. No... he didn't want to go to bed...

The next time he opened his eyes, it was morning and Sethreil was there to welcome him back. Tristan blinked as the ethereal being told him he was being released. He slowly got into a fresh set of clothes with Sethreil's help and then used the other to get down the stairs. "Eh?" Everything was moving a bit too fast for him and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not. Sure, the money was good and the new place but at the same time he was a bit uncomfortable with how things were moving so fast. "What about my things?" He asked, thinking about his belongings that might still be at his apartment but then again maybe Sethreil had moved them already?

When they pulled into the driveway of his new house, Tristan blinked again as he looked around, feeling somewhat out of place. "Thank you..." He murmured and shivered as Sethreil smiled at him. Once more twinges of warning flickered throughout his body and his shoulders hunched up as a result. "How do I contact you? Phone?" Tristan asked as he turned towards the other male. Obviously, Sethreil wouldn't be staying with him, right? This was his home now.
 
Sethreil chuckled a little. "just by being bonded to me, Little One, opens a sort of doorway, allowing my men to slip through and bond to their own humans. which will strengthen our hold on the Earth, and empower our own selves as well." Sethreil admitted simply. "think of it like a ladder. i'm on the bottom, and your at the top, and we hold it steady so that others can climb up, or down as they please." he explained with a smile. wouldn't Tristan be completely horrified to realize that he was letting in Demons, not Angels. "no, not president, a Mayor would work just as easily, or a Secretary to one of the president's men. possibly a member of one of the houses. we'll see how far up the ladder you can climb. besides, your smarter than most of the politicians already." he admitted with a smirk. "unlike what people think, it's not about intelligence. it's about who has the most money and the most Charisma. the more people see you, and the more people like you, the more votes you get." he admitted with a smirk before tugging the other to sleep. in the morning he chuckled as he shook his head.

"i have your things moved into the new house." he explained. "i wasn't sure what you wanted to keep and what you didn't. your last months rent has been paid and your landlord has been notified." he snickered suddenly. "a pity that Sara left you for a rich bastard... when you became rich yourself not a day after she dumped you." he admitted with a small chuckle. "i wish i'd planned that." he admitted before glancing at Tristan. "oh my Little One, how silly of me. i will be living with you of course." he stated simply. "you are mine now, which means that everything you own is also Mine." he admitted simply. "though i'm not all that interested in money and earthly things... it's rather boring. i'm much more interested in you." he admitted with a smile as he reached out and cupped Tristan's cheek, his thumb gently stroking Tristan's lower lip. "i have never seen such a beautiful human before." Sethreil admitted with a smile. "so beautiful, that you could easily be one of mine." he admitted softly. "and in a way, you are... i can feel the blood inside of you... i can feel the power that being so close to death has awoken in you." Sethreil admitted, stepping closer, an arm winding around Tristan's waist, keeping him close. "You are Mine now. Mine to keep." he whispered before leaning down and matching their lips, kissing Tristan with a deep passion and possessiveness that was impossible to ignore, impossible to fight. and only when Sethreil's tongue had slipped into Tristan's mouth and explored for a few short moments, would Tristan find himself able to free himself from the Demon's grip.
 
Tristan made a face as Sethreil called him 'Little One' and reached up to scratch his head with his left hand. "I'd like if you'd call me Tristan... I do have a name, you know." He said and cleared his throat as if a bit uncomfortable with having to say something like that to the other male. The whole talk about politics was making his brain hurt and he wondered how much of what Sethreil said was actually true. Could it be he was playing around with him? No, the other male didn't seem to be the type that would do something like that but Tristan still wasn't sure about running for office. He had never really kept up to date on things like this and didn't much care.

If someone like him got elected, what did that say about the world in the present? "You moved my things already?" Tristan exclaimed, surprised that it had taken so little time. Then again, Sethreil was an angelic being, so perhaps that was to be expected. He was different from everyone else and possessed powers and abilities beyond he comprehension of humans. "Oh... so I assume you'll pick what bedroom you want first?" That was only fair since Sethreil had given him all this anyway. He might not mind having company in such a big house anyway. Tristan felt his heartbeat speed up as the beautiful man cupped his cheek and then ran his finger over his lower lip a second later.

That was when Sethreil kissed him and Tristan found himself unable to move both from shock and a feeling that was similar to excitement yet wasn't that particular emotion. "...mmph!..." He struggled to escape the other male's embrace a few seconds later. But it seemed as if such an action was futile because he couldn't free himself from Sethreil. Not until the beautiful being's tongue slipped out of his mouth. Tristan reached up and wiped his lips off before he backed away from the other male. "Stop it! I'm not interested in men!" He exclaimed and gave Sethreil a glare. Sure, he owed his life to the other but that didn't mean Sethreil could take advantage of him like this!
 
Sethreil chuckled a little and nodded. "Very well Tristan." the Demon purred, rolling Tristan's name off of his tongue like it was honey mixed with an aphrodisiac. "i had some of my... minions, do it." he admitted with a small chuckle. "when you have as many as i do at your disposal, make even the hardest jobs effortless and quick." he admitted with a smile. "i do not require a room, as i do not sleep. while you are at rest, or busy, i will entertain myself. it is not a difficult thing to do." the Demon promised before making his move, smirking as Tristan pulled away, his eyes glittering with sadistic delight at the others protests.

"oh, you are not interested in men? then why are you so hard Tristan?" the Demon demanded, slowly advancing on the other. "and besides, did you not promise me yourself? your body, and your soul, to do with whatever i please?" Sethreil asked, setting his hand on the wall that was suddenly directly behind his human slave. "it doesn't matter if you are not interested, because you are mine, to use as i desire." he leaned down, well aware that Tristan was trapped, and had no chance of escape now. it was delightfully erotic, watching the emotions play across Tristan's face. "i gave you back your life, i gave you this house and all the money you could ever want. i am giving you power over your fellow man, and i am giving you a chance to find true happiness. is your body so much to ask for?" Sethreil asked, his lips brushing against Tristan's ear, pressing his long, lean, hot body against Tristan's, pressing their Groins together, tugging on the bond, and forcing Tristan to feel every little movement that Sethreil made against him.

the Demon rocked his hips, panting softly against Tristan's ear as he rutted against his pretty little human, forcing the boy to feel it, forcing the boy to enjoy it. "you are so soft, my Tristan. you feel so good, helpless underneath me." he whispered, bending his head and licking the others neck, his lips settling over the pulse and biting, hard, sending jolts of sharp pain, and deep pleasure shuddering through Tristan. the Demon held the boy there, trapped and helpless, until they both Came, hard in their clothing and Sethreil smirked as he released the others neck and lapped at the wounds his sharp fangs had left behind. the wounds closed, but long streaks of blood where left behind... but there was a pale, almost completely unnoticeable mark left behind, a strange sort of symbol that Tristan could feel pulsing in his skin,. a constant, warm source of connection. another way to control Tristan. Sethreil could make it warm and pleasant, aroused through that mark... or he could make Tristan experience enough pain to drive him insane with it. "be a good boy now Tristan, and go get cleaned up before unpacking." Sethreil ordered with a smirk, waiting to see what would happen.
 
Okay, that wasn't much better. He didn't like the way his name rolled off Sethreil's tongue in such a manner. It made his name sound a lot dirtier than it actually was. So he'd had his minions move his things to this new house? How many minions did this being have at his disposal? Tristan didn't really know what to think about all this but perhaps it was best to simply let it all go for now. Despite himself, he found himself stepping backward as Sethreil advanced on him until his back hit the wall. "I-I'm not!" He exclaimed and it was the truth because he wasn't, at least not right now. Wait...a promise...so that hadn't been a dream of his? Bit by bit memories were starting to return to him about that time when he had been so near death and been saved by an angel. "Yes but I didn't think you'd literally want my body!" Tristan exclaimed, somewhat horrified.

At the thought of giving himself to Sethreil in such a manner. There had to be some loophole here that he could make use of, something that would give him time. Oh! "Fine! I made you that promise but I didn't say when I'd give my body to you. So please, not right now!" He gasped a second later as his body suddenly heated up out of nowhere. "...?!" What the hell had Sethreil just done to him? He knew he wasn't into guys and yet for some reason he was getting aroused. The redhead bit down on his lip as he tried to focus on the present and turned his head to the side. "Bastard..." Tristan ground out under his breath as he fought against his body's reaction to the stimuli presented. He continued to struggle.

But it was a futile attempt, something he only managed to do through sheer willpower. "...!" Damn, that had hurt when Sethreil's fangs punctured the skin of his neck and he only now realized this was no angel who had helped him but a different creature. "Y-you're a vampire!" Tristan managed to get out from between clenched teeth and did his best to avoid an orgasm but in the end Sethreil had his way and he erupted in his clothes. But it was a soundless one, something the redhead had worked hard to achieve. There would be no vocal satisfaction on Sethreil's part, not while Tristan had anything to say about it. He shot out both his hands as Sethreil pulled away from his neck, a few minutes later.

He hoped to push the other male back because he didn't want to be this close to him ever again. "I have no intention of obeying anything you say, if you're simply going to take what you want." But despite his words, Tristan headed for the bathroom because Sethreil was right about one thing, it wasn't very fun to be in clothes that were sticky. He grabbed a change of pants from one of the boxes and then headed to the bathroom. Once inside the room, he locked the door to make sure the vampire wouldn't enter while he was taking a shower and then stripped. The warm waters of the shower made him close his eyes in bliss as he took his time cleaning every inch of his body that he could possibly reach.

A slight sigh escaped his lips. He had to admit the water pressure in the shower felt heavenly and it was a nice place. Too bad a vampire was included in this place. But he had no intention of living here if he was going to be indebted to a vampire like that and he already had a plan in mind. To close his account and withdraw all the money in it and then head to another area where Sethreil couldn't find him.

But of course he'd need to put up with the vampire for a few more days before he could put his plan into action.
 
Sethreil smirked at the other, loving the taste of the humans sweet, sweet blood on his tongue as he made the boy feel pleasure he had never before experienced. he knew he was pushing the little brat, but really. what could Tristan do about it? not a damn thing. Sethreil WAS a Demon after all. he laughed outright at the accusation, but didn't dissuade the boy from the assumption. he just smirked, licking his lips free of the others blood while Tristan ranted at him, he had let the boy shove him away. he loved it when they had life to them, it would take a few days, at minimum, to sufficiently break Tristan down. it was going to be delicious, and glorious, and fun, and then he could start pulling in the boys freinds, the few that he had. maybe even family if Tristan even had any. he smirked a little as he watched Tristan flee and then followed him, once he was certain that the other was in the shower. he hummed as he peeked into the Boy's mind and he had to chuckle at the half assed plan he found there.

"it won't work." Sethreil commented, leaning against the sink, staring at Tristan. when he had gotten there, HOW he had gotten there, Tristan would probobly never know. "oh you could empyy the bank account easily enough. you could even run away, to another country. africa, Aisia, even Afghanistan. maybe even a tiny village that no one knows of. it doesn't matter. i have linked myself to you. my life force feeds you, keeping you alive. no matter where you flee to, i will be able to follow that link." he smirked at the other. "as for me being a Vampire... you are wrong. i am what Vampires where born from. the filthy half breeds that they are. i'm rather insulted that you would think my bite was anything like a Vampires." which was true. with a Vampire, it was gut wrenching, mind numbing pain... with Sethreil, it had stung a little, but it had also felt very, very good. "you see, Tristan, there is nothing you can do to escape me. i can do anything to you, no one will beleive you if you try to complain... of course, i don't particularly want you to complain." he admitted with a small chuckle. "i want you to feel good. i want you to enjoy it, to like it, even to beg for more." he admitted with a sly grin.

"...even if you don't want it, or won't like it... i can control your body as i please." he twitched his fingers and suddenly, Tristan was hard, lust and pleasure surging through his body. "you offered me your body, for your life... and now it is mine." he admitted before dropping his hand, palm flat as if pushing something down, and Tristan found himself on his knees. "you are mine now. you might as well accept that." he stated with a grin before suddenly, Tristan's body was his own again, the lust and pleasure gone, save for what Tristan himself felt. "the sooner you give in, the sooner you will be happy." he teased with a smirk. "of course, if you please me, i'm more apt to give you more freedom. i'll even let you have your own wife, since your so convinced your not gay... your wrong of course, but i have found humans to be incredibly stupid when it comes to such things. enjoy your bath Little One." he teased, laughing as he unlocked the bathroom door and left. leaving Tristan with a hard on, alone in the bathroom.
 
Sethreil was correct, there was nothing Tristan could do about what he was being made to feel here but that didn't mean he had to like it. Despite the fact that the creature before him controlled his physical body and would be able to claim his soul when he passed; he had no control over what he felt inside. He couldn't make Tristan like what was being done to him, although he could make him feel pleasure. That at least was something in Tristan's control and would be forever, regardless of what Sethreil did or didn't do in the future. "What the hell?!" Tristan exclaimed when he heard the demon's voice inside the bathroom and poked his head around the shower curtain to make sure the other male was there.

After all, he could just be in his head and not physically there. No, Sethreil was there. "Do you get some sort of sick pleasure watching me while I shower?" He demanded, half-sarcastic and half-serious. This was taking things a bit too far and he didn't like it one single bit.

But there wasn't much he could do to throw the demon out which was quite frustrating. It wasn't like he was in control here.

Tristan blinked when Sethreil responded to the idea he had formed in his mind and his lips parted in astonishment at the realization that the demon could read his mind. Well, that sucked. How the hell was he going to escape if the other male knew what he was going to do before he had even decided on doing it? "So I suppose there's no way to free myself of such a connection, right? There's absolutely zero percent chance of it happening? Not even a longshot?" He growled and pursed his lips together. There was no chance of him ever escaping this demon unless either a miracle happened or he could get rid of this damned connection they had that bound them together. If that was true, he needed to know.

He needed to know right now if there was a way to break it, however slim a chance it might be. Because if there wasn't any, he'd rather end his life now and have Sethreil take his soul to a place where the demon couldn't mess with anyone he actually cared about in this world. Yes, he was having depressive thoughts but he didn't like the idea of being under someone's control like this with no hope of getting out. At least as a spirit he'd have some form of control, even though he'd never return to life again. Men had pride after all and Tristan was no different, even a tiny bit was better than nothing at all. "I'll never enjoy anything you do to me, I'll never like it and I'll certainly never beg you for more." Tristan growled.

Although he had completely ignored the first part about feeling good. There was nothing he could about that if his body reacted to the stimulus. Regardless of whether he wanted it or not, his body would make him feel good, it was a simple instinctive reaction. The redhead gasped as he was suddenly hard and waves of pleasure flooded throughout his entire body out of nowhere. He gritted his teeth and tried to think about something else but it was extremely difficult to ignore what his body was telling him as Sethreil controlled it. "Bastard..." Tristan managed to get out and dropped to his knees, despite his intention to remain standing in the shower. He turned his head to the side to avoid the spray of water.

That continued to rain down on him. And his blue eyes glared up at Sethreil. "My body and soul might be yours but I will never be yours." Tristan corrected the demon with a faint smirk, even though he was in the most disadvantageous position at the moment. But he didn't care. One second later, he felt the tug on his body disappear and he could control it once more. Sethreil left a few seconds later after giving him some parting advice and Tristan got to his feet and drew the shower curtain closed again without a word in response. There was no way he was going to please the demon, Sethreil probably meant in a sexual manner, not by behaving and that was never going to happen. Not when he was alive.

Well, not unless Sethreil forced him to do so, Tristan's body would move on its own if controlled. He finished up his shower and left the bathroom, dressed in a fresh set of clothes. The redhead grabbed the keys to his new car and headed out the door without a word, not sure where he was going to go but he definitely needed to be away from Sethreil. Then again, the demon was probably just going to end up following him, right? Tristan let out a sigh and let his forehead fall against the roof of the car. Something had to be done and there was only way to ensure that particular problem. One that was foolproof and something Sethreil wouldn't break easily. A deal, something that the two would swear on.

He made a face. "Sethriel. You can hear this, right? What do I have to do in order for you to leave me alone for an entire week? That means no spying in on my mind, no following me everywhere and you can't show yourself to me in the house unless I call for you."

Tristan knew it was asking for a lot but if the price was acceptable, Tristan might seriously consider doing it.
 
Sethreil snickered a little and shook his head a little. "i get pleasure from you always." he admitted with a smirk. "whether you are in the shower, or out of it. clothed or nude, happy or pissed." he admitted with a sly smirk. had it not been for the fact that he was an unholy denizen of hell, that statement might have been disgustingly sweet. he paused as he studied the other for a long moment and then finally. "there is a way that you could break free of me." he admitted, sounding rather unwilling to answer, but unlike what one might have thought, a Demon was not actually capable of lying. "it is very difficult to manage, but there is a way. and before you think it, suicide won't work either, i'll either make you live again, or just join you in hell." he admitted, looking amused. he had no intention of actually telling the human how to break the bond. it was practically impossible to manage anyway. he chuckled a little at the humans defiance, he loved how much Tristan was fighting this. "oh you say that now, but eventually you'll give in." he promised with a sly little smirk. "and it doesn't matter if you are mine willingly, you are already mine." he stated with a chuckle. "but i can be a nice master, if you allow me." he promised, looking entirely too smug.

he didn't even bother following the human as he got dressed and headed out to the car. there was a long pause as Tristan spoke and then. "i don't know if i can separate my mind from yours." Sethreil admitted suddenly, leaning against the car next to Tristan as if he'd always been there, looking curious. "you'll have to put up a 'door' between our minds for that to work and i'm not sure humans can do that." he admitted with a small frown of thought. "and i can' leave you completely alone, that's just too dangerous." he admitted with a scowl as he pulled a cigarette out of thin air and lit it with his forefinger. "i could be convinced to give you a semblance of privacy though." he admitted simply. "stay at least two hundred and fifty feet or something like that." he mused. that would be plenty of space to where the little human would feel comfortable that the Demon couldn't spy on him. he'd be wrong, but Tristan didn't need to know that.

"the question is, what would you be willing to do for that privacy?" he mused with a small grin. "it would be interesting enough to see what you do with the privacy..." he admitted, blowing the smoke out of his nose and humming in thought. "alright, i suppose it wouldn't hurt." he mused. "you can have this one for free. just because i'm such a nice Demon." he admitted with a smirk. "although, i should ask you for a blowjob... i'm horny." he admitted, pondering. "bet you've never done it before though, you'd be crap at it..." he muttered. "and i'm not in the mood to teach... hmm..." he was enjoying himself. make Tristan suck him off for a week of Privacy or not? nah, he'd have plenty of time to molest Tristan later. "alright, you have a week then. but i'll be keeping an eye on you." he warned. "after all, other Demon's might try to steal you away, and i don't want you getting too close to the damn Angels. they'd take you, bonded to a Demon or not... not that they can break the bond." he admitted with a smirk. "lord knows how many of those stupid little feathered bitches have tried." he admitted before he stepped away from the car and vanished. privacy, or the semblance of at least. Tristan wouldn't have to deal with the Demon at all anyway, and that was better than nothing... right?
 
Tristan made a face at Sethreil's response. Okay, so he had set him up for something like that but it didn't mean he had to take any sort of pleasure in it himself and he turned away from the demon. He couldn't tell if the other male was teasing him or if he were serious when the supernatural being said he took pleasure in whatever mood he was in. Well, if that was true there was nothing he could do that would turn Sethreil off which was a sobering thought and he let out a little sigh as he reached up to rub his forehead. This was getting to be rather annoying, there had to be some way to make his captor annoyed or at least not be amused with him all the time. But what could it be?

The demon had just said he liked him no matter what he did, said or felt which in turn made it pretty difficult to come up with something that worked. He blinked when Sethreil admitted there was a way to free himself from his control and tilted his head to the side. But when the other male didn't elaborate on this, Tristan made a face once more. Of course he wouldn't be allowed to know such details, it wasn't as if Sethreil wanted to let him know such important things. He wanted to keep him as his pet who he could control at all times, who would want to give something like that up? The redhead's lips parted and his cheeks flushed when Sethreil suddenly told him suicide wouldn't work either.

"Stay out of my mind, you bastard!" He exclaimed and his blue eyes flashed with anger at the invasion of his privacy, not that it seemed to matter to the demon but still... "You are not my master and never will be. Even if you can control my physical body and force me to feel certain things, you can't make me say whatever the hell you want." Tristan growled, not happy at all that the demon was toying with him. Of course, if his guard was down, Sethreil might be able to make him say things he didn't mean but he had the option of fighting him on that particular field. If his determination and resistance was strong enough, he could resist the urge to speak. After all, Sethreil only controlled his body and soul.

But everything else was fair game.

Tristan gave a start when Sethreil was suddenly leaning against the vehicle next to the redhead without a single warning about appearing out of thin air and he resisted the urge to yell out in surprise. "Let me know when you're going to appear like that too!" He exclaimed and attempted to calm his racing heart as he took deep breaths and let them out slowly. When Sethreil explained how things worked to him, Tristan made a face. "Fine, if you can't separate our minds and I can't put up a door, then how about this. You're not allowed to comment on anything you happen to see, feel or hear in my mind during my 'alone' time. Pretend as if you weren't in my mind and I'll accept this arrangement." For now that is.

This was the best deal he was going to get and he'd test the waters and see whether or not this set up would work or not in the future. "As long as I can't see you around lurking in corners or watching me from a distance away, I don't care if you're nearby or not." Tristan said with a sigh.

He rubbed his forehead to get rid of an incoming headache. With that, things seemed to have been settled and he was about to leave when Sethreil asked what he would be willing to do for this and he blinked. "No! There will be no watching!!" Tristan exclaimed, his cheeks heating up at the thought of the demon watching him without his knowledge. But then, something unexpected happened, Sethreil suddenly told him he could have this week for free and Tristan's brow furrowed. "Really?" He found himself asking, despite his intention not to show any sort of interest in anything Sethreil had to say, regardless of the subject matter. But then the demon had to say something risqué to him.

This in turn made Tristan's blush return as he glared at the other male. "Not on your life." There was no way he was going to give Sethreil a blowjob, the only way he'd get one was if the demon forcibly controlled his body and made him do such a thing because he would never do that of his own free will. He wasn't into men and a straight guy sucking on another man's cock was a humiliating position to be in. The only thing that topped that was being taken by another man, neither of which he wanted to have happen to him. He wasn't bothered by the fact that Sethreil was looking down on him when it came to blowjobs, Tristan had no desire to be the best at something like that and wouldn't rise to the bait.

However, what Sethreil said next made him frown and a little twinge of fear surged through him at the thought of another demon attempting to capture him. He wasn't concerned about angels though, they were creatures of light and would definitely be better than someone like Sethreil who was only after his body it seemed. Angels wouldn't concern themselves with things like that, they were pure beings. Regardless, all he wanted right now was a little time away from the demon and Sethreil seemed to have given his permission, so Tristan got into his car and took off. When he'd reached his destination he got out and made sure the demon wasn't anywhere nearby that he could see. No, he seemed invisible.

That in turn made him feel a bit better. There was no one in his head either, or at least Sethreil wasn't being noisy in there which was all that mattered. Maybe he could trust the demon, at least a little.

Over the next few hours, Tristan had fun inside the club he had gone to and beautiful girls threw themselves at him once they discovered he was wealthy enough to purchase as many drinks and food as he wanted in there. He had even bought the girls some drinks as well which made them even more inclined to stay with him for as long as possible. Soon enough though he grew bored of the place and one of the girls offered to show him a really good time if he wanted to come with her. Tristan was sure she meant sex and took her up on the offer as he bid farewell to the others. Crystal directed him to a certain place and then emerged from the car as she pulled Tristan towards what looked to be another club.

He raised a brow. Well, he didn't mind staying here for a few hours as long as the two of them could spend some quality time together alone afterward. So, he entered the place with Crystal and let his blue eyes flicker around. What he didn't realize was that this was a bondage club and made entirely for women who loved homosexual relations. There was a section where the women could sit and watch sessions go on between two men and a place for men to be picked up as well before they were taken to rooms. Crystal dropped Tristan off in the pick-up room and told him she had to use the restroom as an excuse to get a seat and watch what came next. She couldn't wait to see if he would turn out to be a sub.

Meanwhile, Tristan took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink for himself and for Crystal as he waited for her to return.
 
the Demon smirked at the other. "but i like being in your mind, it's filled with all sorts of interesting things." he admitted with a wicked grin. "and i am your Master, of a sort. you, admittedly are not my Slave per-say, but i am your Master." he admitted with a smirk. "and you're right, unfortunately i cannot take away your free will completely, but that is what makes this so much fun. i have to make you obey me willingly on my own merit." he admitted with a snicker. "you told me to stay out of your head, how am i supposed to warn you that i'm going to appear, if i can't tell you?" he asked, looking amused again. this human really needed to make up his mind. "i can mostly block you from my mind, i'll still know any truly strong thoughts or emotions you have, but i can mostly keep out of your business." he promised with a small sigh. "fine, no watching." he grumbled with a small sulk. how was he supposed to have any fun? Tristan was being so mean, but Sethreil knew that this was a good way to get the little brat to stop being so against everything. things where much easier when the kid had thought him to be an angel... of course the little idiot had still put up a fuss at the physical contact part, so maybe this way was better. letting Tristan have some freedom, would allow Sethreil to use the kid a little bit more easily. he smirked as Tristan hopped into his car and sped away and he rolled his eyes, well aware that the kid wouldn't be able to go anywhere that Sethreil didn't know about.

while Tristan was waiting in the Pick up room, a large man came in, he was mostly muscle, and had a very intimidating air about him, and while Tristan didn't notice, anytime the man's gaze fell on someone, they gave a signal that they weren't into what he was into. only Tristan failed to react, and the Man grinned as he strode over to Tristan, telling him that the show was on and that he was to follow him. he led the way to the back room where Crystal, and the other ladies where waiting and he flashed them a wink as he instructed Tristan to strip down. no doubt Tristan thought he was going to be touched by all those pretty ladies, and it was doubtful he'd put up much of a fuss as he was told what to do... until the man started stripping down, and one of the ladies told the large man that she wanted to see him fuck Tristan's mouth. that's when things started hitting the shit fan. as soon as Tristan started to struggle, to complain, to fight back, to say no... the big man slapped Tristan hard across the face, stunning him. Erikson was a big man after all, and highly dominant, and not in a good way. he did not take 'no' and used any means necessary to get what he wanted. which was why no one else in the Pick Up room ever played with him, not unless they where new, or like Tristan, didn't know what the hell he'd gotten into.

Erikson yanked Tristan to his feet, stripped him naked, smirking as the women whistled and hollered and shouted suggestions. there was a tingling sensation from the bite mark on Tristan's neck, where Sethreil had claimed him as Erikson pulled out a long black leather whip, and brought it down across Tristan's back, leaving a long, thick welt, and that's when the shit fan exploded. there was a roar of sorts, a furious, inhuman roar of pure rage and Fury and suddenly Sethreil was there, snarling viciously as he attacked Erikson, slapping him much the way the human bastard had slapped Tristan. the women where screaming, and they fled as the chain shackles that had held Tristan upright un-cuffed, leaving him to sag to the floor as he pleased. Sethreil was standing in front of Tristan now, protecting him from Erikson's rage. not that the man's fury lasted long as Sethreil snatched up the whip, and started to lay into the man. instead of drawing welts, Sethreil drew blood, the leather cracking viciously against Erikson's flesh, causing the man to scream and try to get away, but the door was locked, there where no other exits, and Sethreil wasn't about to let the human escape... for that matter it looked like Sethreil intended to kill Erikson for 'Damaging 'His' Tristan! Sethreil was going to flay the man open until he bled to death.
 
Tristan didn't understand his own mind and chewed on his bottom lip to keep from striking out at the other male. Sometimes what the demon said infuriated him but other times he wasn't too bad. The blond didn't understand how Sethreil could be someone he hated but also didn't mind being around. It didn't make sense which bothered him enough to make him get flustered sometimes. Of course, Sethreil took this to be a sign that Tristan was coming around to his attractiveness which made things even more difficult for him. "Fine, you can think whatever you like, even if it's not the truth." Tristan said, wondering why what Sethreil said mattered so much to him. If he didn't care about him, then why was what he said or believed important to him? "As long as what you ask for isn't sexual in nature, I will obey you. After all, you did save my life."

He said with a sigh and reached up to scratch his forehead as Sethreil continued to speak. "Shut up! Of course you can come into my head in order to tell me you're about to arrive! But nothing until that time!" Tristan exploded, his cheeks on fire with embarrassment.

The last thing he wanted to do was look like a fool in front of the demon before him.

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Since Tristan's back was to the entrance, he didn't see the large and muscular man enter the room. So naturally, he didn't give the man any signals in response to his looks. Therefore, when the man came up to him, Tristan let his eyes linger on him for a moment and then nodded in greeting before he turned back to his drink and continued to wait for Crystal to return. He was surprised when the man told him the show was on and that he was to follow him. For a moment, he hesitated but then decided to listen since maybe he was talking about Crystal. When they came to the room, the man locked the door and then told him to strip down. Tristan let his blue eyes linger on the crowd of women there and felt his heart skip a beat at the thought of so many beautiful females. Could he pick and choose which one he wanted or was it going to be an orgy here?

He quickly shed his clothes and stood there in his underwear as he waited for one of the women to do the same and fantasized about their bodies. That was when Erikson started to strip too and Tristan began to felt a bit uncomfortable. Wait, so it was the two of them and all these women together? Well, as long as he didn't end up being around Erikson too much, he supposed it was fine. But then, one of the women said she wanted to see Erikson fuck his mouth and his eyes widened. Tristan instantly made a dash for his clothes but one of the women had already grabbed them and had thrown them off in a corner. "Um, Erikson... I think there's been a little mistake.... I thought I was coming here to be with some women, I'm not really into me-" He started to say but his last word was cut off when Erikson backhanded him hard across the cheek.

Tristan's head whipped to the side and he stumbled to the side, caught off balance from the force of the blow. "...?!" Before he knew it, Erikson had ripped his underwear off, strung him up by his wrists in padded cuffs from the ceiling and then brought down a whip across his back a second later. Tristan cried out in surprise and pain although more of the former than the latter. That was when everything turned into chaos and Sethreil was there out of nowhere. Tristan's blue eyes widened as he saw the demon enter the fray with a scary look on his face. He cringed as the other male roared and then started to attack Erikson in a ferocious manner. For a few minutes, he couldn't move, restrained as he was but then the cuffs were released from the ceiling by one of the women who had the decency to try and help him before she fled the room.

Tristan breathed heavily as he tried to catch his breath from the shock of being whipped and then looked up at Sethreil, who was still trying to punish the man who had hurt him earlier. He didn't move or say a single thing at first but then when the demon didn't stop, the blond quickly moved around in front of Erikson and wrapped his arms around the human. Erikson's back and front were covered in welts that had begun to bleed from the force Sethreil had used and Tristan didn't want things to go any further. "...!" Tristan bit back a scream as Sethreil's whip landed on his back and drew blood to the surface of his skin which spilled out a second later. Of course, the lash hadn't been meant for him but for Erikson but Tristan had protected him with his own body instead. "Stop it, Sethreil! Don't kill him, it's not his fault!" He exclaimed to the demon.

But it seemed as if Sethreil was too angry to hear or listen. He squeezed his eyes shut as the whip came down a second time. Could Sethreil's mind be gone from the anger he was feeling right now? Or would he be able to stop himself before the whip came down on Tristan again?
 
Sethreil laughed at the human he was tormenting. Tristan was so funny, the poor little human didn't even know what he wanted. "i'm not sure the term 'saved your life' is really appropriate." he muttered. "that would imply i did it because it was the 'right thing to do' and i never do anything 'just because it is the right thing to do' ever. i'm a demon." he pointed out. "and i'll do, and take, what i please, from you, and from anyone else i want." and with that he was gone, leaving Tristan to do as he pleased. which he was almost immidiatly regretting allowing. he was bored, and was probobly going to stay that way for a while. stupid humans and their delicate sensibilities. now what was he going to do? his boredom was broken the second he felt the Bond he had with Tristan flair in pain, and NO ONE, hurt what was HIS.

he appeared in an instant into the room and attacked the person immidiatly responsible for the two strips across Tristan's back. Demon's where not, after all, known for being fair, so why would Sethreil care that he was killing a measly little human? he reveled in the tortured screams that Erikson was letting off, delighted in the streaks of bright red blood that flowed down porcelain skin.... and then his stupid human had to go and get in the way, right in the middle of a strike. Sethreil didn't notice immidiatly, as furious as he was, and was halfway into the second strike before he realized that Tristan was in the way, and was begging for the stupid human's life. Sethreil snarled and with a twitch of his wrist, the whip missed it's mark, striking empty air instead. a human wouldn't have been able to maneuver a whip like that, but Sethreil was above and beyond the capabilities of such simple creatures. "you would beg for his life when he struck you, and planned to rape you?" Sethreil demanded. "you are wrong, in what you think. this man glories in rape, and pain. he would have taken you against your will, and used your innocence and naivety against you." Sethreil stared at Tristan and then sighed.

"Fine, the thing will live then." he grumbled. "since you have asked for it. i will spare him." he decided, tossing the whip to the floor in disgust. "ruining my fun..." he grumbled, moving over to Tristan, yanking him to his feet, and the next instant, it felt as if his stomach had been yanked out of him through his feet. and then a hard punch to the gut pushed it back in. one second in the club, the next second in Tristan's new bedroom. "lay down." Sethreil ordered, shoving Tristan onto the bed. "and don't move.' he ordered, pinning the other to the bed with his hands as he leaned down, and ran his tongue along the first, and worst of the strikes. the bleeding wound burned with every swipe of Sethreil's tongue, but it also went numb where Sethreil licked. five minutes of licking, and the worst whip strike was not just numb... it was gone! Sethreil had healed the wound, which would have scarred normally, without effort, and without leaving a single mark behind. then he worked on the other two, his long tongue lapping at every little bit of injury there was in a much more sensual manner this time. "you taste wonderful, did you know?" Sethreil asked, sounding smug as he pressed a kiss in between the others shoulder blades before letting up up, deciding not to push Tristan any further than he had already been pushed. "you where almost raped tonight you know." Sethreil warned with a glare. "had he raped you, or even touched you in an intimate fashion... i would have killed him." he promised. "i will allow no one but me to harm you that deeply." well wasn't that creepy?
 
Pain was already flaring down his back from the first time Sethreil had brought it down on him by accident but Tristan tried to ignore it since there was something more important. He didn't want to be the cause of someone's death here, regardless of what the man had been about to do to him. Of course he was grateful that Sethreil had come to his rescue in time and that he'd punished Erikson but hadn't what he had done been enough? There was no need to go all out and kill the other male. He opened his eyes a second later after Sethreil had flicked the whip off to the side and let out a sigh of relief. Well at least the demon hadn't gone completely insane which made him feel a bit safer being in the demon's presence. "I'm not saying he's innocent nor did I say I didn't want you to punish him but I don't want to be the cause for someone's death!" He exclaimed and narrowed his eyes at Sethreil. This was probably one of the reasons why the angels had chosen him, since he had morals that he stuck to, no matter what happened or what could have happened. The fact that Sethreil had listened to him though was unexpected.

He hadn't attacked Erikson again due to his words which made Tristan feel like there was some hope for the demon. Maybe living with him wouldn't be so bad as long as the demon didn't try and rape him. It was something to think about. He was torn away from his thoughts when Sethreil reached over and grabbed him by the arm. "...?!" Before he knew it, the world warped in front of his eyes and then his head spun around and he felt as if he was going to be sick out of nowhere. He fell onto the bed when Sethreil pushed him back onto it and hit the mattress a second later with a wince. There was no way he was going to be able to move right off the bat, Sethreil didn't even have to tell him to stay still because that was the only thing he could do at the moment. "...!" A startled sound escaped his lips as Sethreil pinned his arms up over his head with only one of his hands. But he still didn't move or resist in the least, he was too out of it at the moment due to the dizziness and nausea he felt from the transportation and the pain from being whipped by Sethreil. He bit back a sound of pain as the demon let his tongue lick his skin.

Down the two stripes on his back. The first one didn't hurt at all since it had been made by Erikson and hadn't even broken the skin there. But the second one hurt quite a lot and had been caused by Sethreil's blow. He could feel his cheeks flush when Sethreil had to mention how wonderful he tasted. "Shut up! I bet all humans taste the same to you..." Tristan said with a twist of his lips and wondered why he felt somewhat perturbed by that particular thought. He let his eyes flicker downward and then off to the side when Sethreil started to talk about how he would have killed Erikson had he raped him and then spoke of how only he was allowed to do something like that. "Hey! No one is allowed to do something like that! Not even you!" Tristan exclaimed, his cheeks on fire and rolled off the bed to find another set of clothes to put over the top portion of his body. He didn't like being half naked with a demon in the room, especially one who had just said something so creepy to him!

"But...I am glad that you showed up when you did. Thank you." Tristan said and then cleared his throat as if he were embarrassed for saying something like that and then headed out of the room. He wanted to take a shower because even though no one had touched or done anything to him, feeling Sethreil's tongue on his back made him feel unclean. Oh right, clothes. He came back to his room, only to find that Sethreil wasn't there anymore. Part of him was relieved but another part was suspicious. If he wasn't here, then where was he? Tristan got out a set of clothes and headed for the bathroom, still suspicious. He placed his clothes on the toilet seat and then turned to lock the door. Then, he looked around the small room and tilted his head to the side. "Are you in here, Sethreil?" He finally asked, not about to get undressed if Sethreil was going to pop out in here. He didn't want to think about having the demon watch him get undressed and then shower without his knowledge. That was also creepy and much too voyeur like for him and although he knew he couldn't do anything about it, he still wanted to know if he was watching.
 
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