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

[3ngag3]

It was a cold night outside of a ruined temple in the hills of Hylith. Amongst one of the may caves layed a deep, dark secret. The nature of this secret was so evil that no one dared go near the place or even speak of it. The only known records of this place rested in the pages of ancient tomes usually kept in the halls of great wizards, ancient magicians who harnesed the power of the elements to do their bidding. One such indivdual was none other than 19 year old Sol Gareth. He was a wizard who had been expelled from his guild for his constant attempts to use forbidden magic. Before he had left, he had found these tomes that showed him the location of this hidden cavern and its secrets. He had also taken a special weapon with him. A weapon he would choose not to reveal unless it was absolutley neccessary.

Once the young wizard got over the initial aura of evil that surrounded the place, he trekked forth into the darkness, his only light being a torch he lit on the way in. Sol had learned that there was a tomb somewhere deep underground. Opening it would require a special ritual contained in one of the many books he brought with him. Soon, he was in a large opening. The only sounds that could be heard were the tiny drops of water dripping from the tips of the stalactites hanging overhead. There, he saw it. Sitting in the middle of the room like a sore thumb. A stone tomb surrounded by runic carvings in the ground which read: "Beware ye who opens this tomb for evil lurks within. This mattered not to Sol though. He had a purpose for coming here this day and he wouldn't let a silly little warning carved in the ground stop him.

After several minutes, the young wizard set up everything according to the book he had. An upside pentagram was drawn on the stone ground with chalk surrounding both the carvings and the tomb. Candles made of wax containing the blood of pigs were placed at each point of the pentagram and in the center were various other objects required to unlock the tomb and take its belongings for himself. All that was left now was to read the passage in the book and release the seal on the tomb. Why was it, however that this young wizard would go to such lengths in the face of certain disaster? His reason was very simple. A reason why most humans would go to such dire extremes with no sense of consequence or fear of death. Revenge.

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[Cheshire Pup]

The hills of Hylith were a forbidding place in deed. An aura of evil hung in the air that not even the sun could dissipate, some say it was left over from whatever evil had destroyed it; others say that such unspeakable things happened there that the land itself is now unhallowed ground. It is even said that there is a great evil stored somewhere in these grim hills. That seemed to be the very reason that this boy was there but he didnâ??t know that he was making a terrible mistake. Using tombs that should have been destroyed long before this boy even came into existence he managed to find the place.

As the night drew on the cold crept into every corner of the hills, following him as he wandered deeper into the hidden cavern that for many hundreds of years had kept hidden the evil inside. The evil this boy was about to set free. As he walked into the room the tomb sat in the center, carvings covered the walls, horrid images of destruction and slaughter, a warning to any that entered this place, a warning that the boy was not taking. The ground was covered with runic carvings, spelling out warnings for anyone who didnâ??t take heed of the walls. Outside the winds howled as the boy began to set things up, as though the very land sensed what was about to happen, the boy took no heed of this either and he continued with his ceremony. Everything was in place and the boy began his chant. It was a long difficult one but he was performing it well.

The winds howled, screaming down the hallways and threatening the little flames on his pigâ??s blood candles he lit on the way in. And he neared the end of his incantation the walls and earth began to shake, it seemed as though the very place was ready to collapse on top of him but something was preventing it. The lid to the tomb slowly began to slide open upon its own accord and a purple light shown from within. A form rose, seeming to be lifted by the very air itself. On its back he would be able to see the form of a beautiful woman, only there was something wrong, something very inhuman about her. There was a long devil tail coming form her behind and wings coming from her back, a pair of bat like ears rose from her head, allowing her to hear anything and everything around her. Her hair was white, very long from all of the years that it had spent growing while she was forced to sleep in the tomb. Then she turned upright and opened her eyes, a deep red, and red as her lips, and the color of blood.

She moved towards the man, every step, every sway of her hips every movement even down to the smallest twitch was enough to draw arousal from the man. Her strides held a predatory confidence, as did the smile that was displayed on her full, luscious lips. She seemed not to care that the world was collapsing around her, there was a man here, handsome and young, and she hadnâ??t fed in over a hundred years. She licked her lips and spoke, â??You be the mortal whom hath awoken me from mine slumber? I congratulate thee boy, thou canst be the first to die.â? She spoke in a voice with such sensuality it was enough to make a castrated man squirm. Then she put a hand delicately on his shoulder and brought him into a kiss, though it would have felt like something more. Every sensor in his body being pleasured in that instant, and only for an instant, for that that moment the creature drew back and let out an inhuman scream. It gripped something; there was a collar around its neck. A magic collar.

It closed its eyes as it pulled but slowly the efforts dwindled until the creature froze all together, when it looked up its blood red eyes had been turned to a light pink and its whole being seemed, somehow, changed. It looked around the crumbling room for the first time and its eyes widened, it looked scared. Then it looked above the boy and saw a rock falling for his head, â??Look out!â? it cried, even the way that it spoke seemed different. It ran to the boy and embraced him, next thing he knew they were out on the hills and watching the entrance to the hidden cavern collapsing, as well as the hill it had been hidden under. The girl took a step back to watch it and then she looked down t herself, she looked at her hair, seeing that it went many feet past the length of her body she frowned, then she shivered. The cold winds still blew and she was still naked. â??Who are you?â? She asked the boy confused, â??And why is it so cold?â? she said, wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to keep warm.

 

[3ngag3]

With every word Sol spoke, the aura of evil seemed to grow more stagnant, so much so that you could cut the tension with a knife. Then the shaking began. At first the young wizard hesitated when it began, fearing that the cavern could collapse around him at any moment. But then he decided to quicken the pace, calling out the ancient words as fast as humanly possible. Then the tomb opened and he stared in awe. This was the moment he was waiting for! Soon, the treasures contained within this sealed device would be his to use as he saw fit. As it opened, he wondered what could be inside. The text spoke little about the tombs contents, but with the aura of evil so strong and growing as the lid crept open inch by inch, they must have been extremely powerful. What Sol saw next however was something far beyond what he had expected. From the depths of the tomb, a figure rose, bathed in dark purple light. He could see that it was female, but it had very non-human features. From her back, he could see the protruding tail and long wings spreading out after being cramped in the tomb for so long. And as the dark light faded, more characteristics came into view. Her hair was as white as snow and her eyes and lips were as red as the fires of hell. All these features told the young wizard one thing. This was a demon sleeping within the tomb and not some simple trinkets or treasures.

Sol learned quite a bit about demons in his studies. Their relationships with humans were usually contratual and business-like. When a human sought out a demon, it was generally for one reason and one reason only. Power. And the demons themselves knew this. That's why they always asked for a hefty price in return for the use of their dark powers. In a way, this was far better for the young wizard than any normal treasure he could find travelling the world. All he had to do was request a deal with her and that would be that. But with this particular demon, something was terribly wrong. For before Sol could utter a word from his mouth, she approached him, hips swaying confidentley and a smile that was both seductive and dangerous. In truth, her beauty was arousing to him. It caused him to hesitate briefly allowing her the time required to reach his proximity. His mouth opened but no words could be uttered. It was as if her beauty entraped him in a vice he could not escape. Her mere words caused the hairs on his arms to stand on end. It was that powerful. Then, she locked lips with him, causing a brief wave of euphoria to come over him. It was as if she were consuming his body with this single kiss. If the fates had not stepped in, she would have consumed his soul.

When the demoness recoiled in pain and gripped her collar. Every sensation of reality came pouring back into Sol's being and he readied himself for battle. After all, she did say she was going to kill him and her screams of pain could have possibly been a ruse to get him to let his guard down. It was then a strange series of events took place. The aura of evil he felt reduced drastically with the transformation this woman seemed to be going through. He spotted the collar briefly and figured that it had to be the source. Then he caught sight of her face. It was far different from what he saw only seconds earlier. It looked more timid, frightened eve. It distracted the young wizard long enough for him to fail to spot the falling rock that threatened to crush him and whatever hopes and desires he had. Thankfully enough, the demoness seemed to have more sense than Sol and dove towards him in an attempt to save his life. A white flash covered his eyes and for a second, he thought death had overcome him. However, once the cool air of the night hit his exposed skin, he knew he was alive and well. As soon as he got his senses back, the young wizard looked around to find that the demon girl was laying on top of him, shivering in the night like a frightened animal.

As soon as she got off of him, Sol backed away from her, fearful of the unpredictable nature she displayed. After a few minutes though, he stopped and simply stared. She didn't seem to be displaying the same kind of seductive aggression as before. Perhaps the collar was some kind of limiter to her evil aura. Rather than simply blurt it out to her though, the young wizard decided to rise and reply to her questions. "My name is Sol Gareth," he started in a polite tone. "It's cold because you're outside in the middle of the night...naked..." To this, he turned away slightly with a tinge of red in his cheeks. Why he did so, he did not know himself. He had seen plenty of naked women before but with this one, perhaps he felt her timid looking appearance would drive her to strike him out of fear.

 

[Cheshire Pup]

She looked up at the man as he gave her his name, â??Sol Gareth. Thank you.â? She said happily, she seemed happier then she should be fore just a name and he would soon find out. â??That was nice of you, such a thoughtful gift.â? She said innocently, her overly long hair was to heavy to blow behind her in the wind but a few wisps were. What did she mean by gift? Simple, when you give a demon your name it is considered an actual gift to them, depending on the demon it gives them some amount of control. How much control always depends on how powerful the demon was, had she been in her previous form she would likely be able to make him a puppet. With that evil aura she likely would. She didnâ??t feel full control so she knew that he had a middle name, a name that she didnâ??t expect to receive so easily and a name that she found, oddly enough, that she didnâ??t want it.

She shrugged off the oddity of it and smiled into the breeze. â??Well I donâ??t remember it being very cold beforeâ?¦ I donâ??t remember much from beforeâ?¦. Thatâ??s weirdâ?¦â? She said as she looked down, then she shook her head and she smiled at him. She smiled at him as she took a small bit of her hair and began to braid it. She was silent after that, she didnâ??t seem to know what else to say, she looked down then back at him, â??hmmâ?¦ Wowâ?¦. Name. Name. Nameâ?¦. I canâ??t remember.â? Then she shrugged and looked around, it seemed like she tried to flap her wings but her hair was so long that it got in the way. She frowned, separating the piece of hair that she was braiding she held out he hand away form the man and herself. Her fingernails grew out four inches and looked sharp as knifes, when she brought them behind her neck and cut off the hair with ease it proved it. She then whispered a word and from the bottom of the hair to the top the strands began to burn. It was never smart to leave anything of yours behind, especially not things like hair. Her nails went back down to being normal size, the nape of her neck now exposed and she shuddered. Her bare nipples perky from the cold of the night.

After that she approached him, braiding the part of her hair that she didnâ??t cut off. â??Itâ??s really cold.â? She told him, â??Can we go somewhere warmer. I donâ??t exactly remember how this is supposed to goâ?¦ but I think I get the basic idea of it. You let me out of my prison. So you must have wanted to contract me. Usually there is some kind of payment, I will take you forest and last name as that payment so that is covered. Then I am supposed to give you a name to call me byâ?¦ if only I could remember mineâ?¦.â? She sighed, she seemed a little sad, â??I know that I have done this before. Darn it!â? The demon didnâ??t even curse. That collar had to be blocking most if not all of her evil. How much was blocked would be hard for the wizard to tell exactly but he would know that a large chunk of it was blocked. As they stood out there she looked at the braid and then at him and she smiled.

She extended one fingernail and cut off the braid, with a word that the boy would not be able to understand the braid shrank until it was the size of a thin rope that, after she attached both ends, looked like a bracelet. With a big smile and a word the bracelet vanished and appeared on the wizardâ??s wrist. She smiled at him. â??A drop of blood.â? She said innocently. She raised the finger with the razor sharp nail as she spoke. â??A drop of blood on the bracelet of my hair and our deal is sealed. You will be safe until the task that you have contracted me fore is complete. Itâ??s a way of thanking you for freeing me.â? She told him as she held out the hand. Then, in an instant, his arm would burn. Upon looking he would find a very shallow cut that was bleeding on the bracelet, staining the white.

She looked over at him and then she smiled. â??And now the contract is complete.â? She said innocently as she licked the blood from her nail, his blood, and she seemed to be enjoying it. After she finished it and looked up at him, â??Now that you have contracted me you should tell me what you need me for. I canâ??t help you until I know what I am supposed to do.â? She told him. She looked around the area, trying to think of something for him to call her. Her foot half digging into the ground out of boredom, she found a tablet of warning but she didnâ??t pay attention to what it said. Half of it was warn away but there was one word that caught her eye as interesting and she recognized it as her. The word was â??Demonâ?? but being that some of it was hard to read she only saw part of the word. â??In the mean time just call me Demo. And also, can we do this somewhere warmer?â? She asked him, there was nothing sinister about anything that she had said so far, which was very strange.

From what he had seen when she was first released and from what he had felt she was a very evil being but now that she was out of there, and with this collar on, she was acting as if she didnâ??t know what evil was. Everything she said and everything she did held the innocence that should belong only to a child. She claimed not to remember anything and this could be the reason why but was it the collar suppressing her memory along with her powers? Even stranger was that she didnâ??t even seem to notice that the thing was there, the only piece of clothing on her body and she didnâ??t even recognize its existence. This had to be some serious magic to suppress hers. Whoever put it on her would not be someone that he would want to mess with.

 

[3ngag3]

Minutes passed and it seemed that the insanity had died down at least for now. Sol had gotten what he came for...he hoped. Looking at this demoness, it appeared as if she would be no real help to him at all. She looked innocent and frail, unaware of the world around her. But looks were decieving and soon he found himself the bearer of an apparent gift. His name. It was something he didn't quite understand but the young wizard quickly shrugged it off figuring it was all part of the routine. Once she complained again about the cold, a sigh escaped his lips and he removed the cloak that covered him from the cold. It was a long cloak, hanging all the way down to the ground and it came with a nifty little hood which Sol would use to cover his face should he so choose. It was made of a thick leather hide and the inside was lined with sheeps fur for extra insulation. For this demoness, it would be the perfect cover. She was out in the human world now and her appearance would be frightening to any non-educated pesants who would look upon her. Upon tossing it to her, the young wizard spoke once more. "Here. Put this on. It will keep you warm until we can find you some clothes."

With that done, another hush fell over the two until the woman started mumbling something about her name...which she couldn't remember. It was odd that she couldn't recall it as most demons held their name in high regard and never ever forgot it once it was given to them. Perhaps the collar had something to do with her losing the memory of her name. For now, Sol figured that he might as well give her one of his own and while she shed her long flowing locks of hair, he thought and thought. And as he thought still, she approached him again, her breasts now fully exposed to him now that her hair wasn't covering them. It distracted his thought process temporarily and before he could regain his bearings, she began to lecture him on how the process of making a contract with her. To this, Sol had plenty of knowledge. He hadn't studied the dark arts for nothing after all. He knew that all demons had a different way of creating a contract with a human. This particular process, though not part of the official ritual this demoness was performing was known as the bloody bracelet of binding. As he expected, the word bracelet appeared on his wrist along with the braid. When the braid itself burned into his hand, the young wizard winced in pain. Fortunatley, it was brief and soon a spot of blood trickled from his wrist staining the braid.

And so, the contract was complete. Sol Gareth now had his very own demon to serve and based on what he said, the price of doing so was not as bad as he imagined it to be. Normally, he would have been asked to give up his soul or perhaps sacrifice a person or two in order to develop a contract. It would now be improper for him not to tell her what he had brought her out for and to that, he had a long story to tell. But the night was cold and the demoness was still essentially naked save for the cloak he gave her. "Alright then...Demo..." He spoke her name for the first time taking note of the tablet that was near her and the fact that the word demon was partially blocked out, thus being the inspiration for her name. He would have come up with a better one, but what the hey. Demo was good enough for him. "Let's get going. There's a town a little ways from here where I kept a lot of my stuff. We'll stay there the night and i'll fill you in on the details in the morning. How does that sound?"

 

[Cheshire Pup]

She was very surprised to receive the cloak form off of the manâ??s shoulders. She looked down at it and then she looked it over, it was made form a thick hide and the inside was covered in sheep fur. She smiled happily. She loved sheep. She knew that but she didnâ??t know why she loved them or how she had come to love them but she knew that she was really happy for the sheep inside the coat. She put it over her shoulders, it was too heavy for the wind to really pick up and it kept her nice and warm. She could feel the warmth form his body inside of the coat and she smiled, just barely licking her lips. She wanted to lay with him and enjoy his warmth, with no clothing in the way. She knew that it was something she was supposed to do and she knew that she was supposed to do more then just that but it seemed that she couldnâ??t quite recall what else it was. Oh well, she was convinced that it would come to her in time. She hugged herself inside of it, happy for the coat and his generosity in loaning it to her. â??Thank you Sol.â? She said happily, she even put up the hood and now she just looked like a human in a cloak. As far as she was concerned it kept her warm but this proved that it would be easy to get her into town.

She listened to what he said very carefully and she smiled but all that she could truely think about was her stomach and how hungry she was. â??Town sounds great.â? She told him as she walked beside him, allowing him to lead the way, it was not long after that when her stomach growled loudly. She looked down at it, blushing a bit beneath the hood that she wore. â??You wouldnâ??t happen to know how long I have been sleeping have you? I felt like I havenâ??t eaten anything in years...â? she told him and considering how old the place was and those tablets he used to awaken her were she would have been loser to the truth if she had said decades. She looked down at his bleeding arm. Succubi favorite thing to feed on were souls but they could also feed on blood and, though it lacked what they needed in their meals, they could eat human food as well.

Her eyes trailed back to his wound, which was healing at a human rate. Slowly. He would need to keep that bracelet hidden form the people that he was around, it was well known that old wizards that practice the dark arts dabble in demons. If anyone managed to figure out the exact demon that the hair had come from then they would likely try and kill him the moment they figured it out or run away screaming. Demo had been amazingly powerful before her collar came into effect. Now it seemed like she was as innocent as a small child, forgetting all of the memories that might take this innocence away form her.

 

[3ngag3]

And so, the two began their trek towards town. The path was long and winding and Sol hoped that Demo wasn't going to get exhausted and start complaining about the trip. She didn't yet as she seemed to be more concerned about her hunger from the way her stomach was growling. To her question, he pondered, rubbing his hand against his chin before replying. "Well, he started turning to the woman, "According to the scriptures I read, it must have been at least 500 years. But sometimes, people like to alter these things to become legend so it might be shorter or longer than that. I honestly can't tell you how long you've been in there." As he finished speaking, the young wizard's stomach seemed to growl in synch with the demoness. It appeared that he too was eager for a meal. But the whole time Sol was talking to her, he noticed her gaze directed at his wrist where it had been slit. The blood was beginning to dry and clot a bit, but it still looked like a mess down there. It then hit him that perhaps Demo was hungry for some of his blood.

To this, Sol sighed and decided that she could perhaps use some nourishment by licking off his blood. Hopefully, it would be enough to hold her over until they got to town. They still did have a ways to go after all. So with that, the young wizard approached Demo and held out his bloody wrist. "Here," he started, turning away slightly, not really wanting to see if she was going to merely lick the blood off or bite into his wound. "Take some of my blood. It should be enough until we get to town. Then we can both have a proper meal." Something came to the mind of Sol just then. Though Demo might be able to lick off the blood, the mark of their binding would still be visible. If some close minded idiot saw it, they would probably run in terror or tell somebody which would create more of a problem than he could handle. He would have to bandage up the wound as soon as she was done to cover the mark.

 

[Cheshire Pup]

The trek towards the town was not exhausting in the least. The fact that she was a sexual demon meant that she was born to have plenty of stamina, even if the collar limiting her power. She seemed a bit shocked then she smiled and stretched her arms up and her chest out. When she did this the cloak opened and exposed her beautiful flesh to him, still she did not seem to mind that she was naked. â??So then I had a good long nap.â? She said happily. She didnâ??t even remember being tired or why she went to sleep but it didnâ??t matter to her now, Sol Gareth was there with her and he would keep her company. Then she heard the manâ??s stomach growl and she smiled, she knew that meant that he was hungry too.

When he approached her in the way that he did but when he held up his wrist she smiled. He was offering her his blood. She was so happy, she took his arm, her smooth hands gently holding it as she brought the wound to her mouth. She began to lick the blood of his arm until she managed to get it to bleed a bit more, when that didnâ??t work she sucked on the wound, getting as much as she could from it before it finally stopped giving her blood to eat. She frowned a little bit when the man stopped bleeding but she was happy and her hungry would be held over until it she was in as better position to hopefully feed on something else. Hopefully something much more sinful.

 

[3ngag3]

To Sol, it felt weird having Demo, let alone anyone else feasting on his blood as if it were some kind of addicting wine. Each lap of her tounge or suckling of his wound felt as if a piece of his lifeforce were being removed. There was also the fact that it stung like hell when she sucked the wound dry. When she was finished, he recoiled his hand and pulled out a wrap to use as a temporary bandage. When it was time to walk again, the young wizard treked forward for a few steps before stumbling a bit. When he looked ahead of him, the world he was in seemed like a blur. Using his staff as a crutch, he held himself up, rubbing his forehead and trying to get his bearings straight. Should the demoness feel any kind of concern for him, Sol replied simply. "No, no. Don't worry about it. I guess I gave you a little too much of my blood." With a chuckle, he began to put on a strong front for her."I'll be fine in a bit so let's continue."

And continue they did until the lights of a small village could be seen. This was the village of Nagarock. A small hamlet nestled between the hills of Hylith where local adventurers would come to rest during their long journeys. Sol Gareth was no different. As he and Demo entered the village, they were met with stares from passersby. More notably towards the mysterious hooded woman following the young wizard close behind. Sol caught wind of this and returned the stares. As if reacting to this, the people simply turned away and went about their business leaving the two to go about without prying eyes watching over them. It was then they came to the doors of a fancy looking inn. Upon entering, Sol was greeted by the innkeeper, an elderly fellow with a hunched back and a lack of hair.

"Ah, you've returned Sol. And I see you've brought a pretty girl with you. Mind introducing me to her?" To this, Sol shook his head and turned back towards Demo. "It's best you leave her alone for now," the young wizard replied. "She's had a long day and she needs her rest." The innkeeper nodded and walked away to attend to some other business. It appeared as if the two knew each other pretty well and the reason why made things clear. When Sol first entered Nagarock, he brought along with him a wagon full of supplies he had gotten from his now former wizards guild. Looking for a place to store this stuff, he came upon the inn in question and found it to be occupied by several uncouth individuals. Upon seeing the robes of the young wizard, they assumed him to be a sissy and attempted to pick a fight with him. When the innkeeper tried to intervene, he was knocked to the floor as the thugs began to tear up the place claiming to have authority based on their infamous status. Needless to say, Sol was not impressed and promptly used his magic to subdue and subsequentley exile the gang from the village permanetley. To thank Sol for his noble deed, the innkeeper gave him free use of the inn as he saw fit.

And when the young wizard escorted Demo into the room he was staying, it was apparent that this place was being used as a storage facility. Books upon books were stacked all over the place. Scrolls and scrunched up pieces of paper laid upon the bed and floor. There were even potions and ingredients settled upon the desks and dressers. To Sol Gareth, it was as good as home...at least for now.

 

[Cheshire Pup]

She turned her head at what she said, as if she didnâ??t understand what he meant. She came out totally new to this world, she hadnâ??t understood why she was cold when she came out naked so it was expected that she didnâ??t understand that humans had a limit to how much blood that they had. She didnâ??t understand the human body, it looked do big and she barely had any blood. Surely there had to be plenty more in there for her to have not had too much. But he seemed fine and he wanted to continue so she didnâ??t argue. She wanted to see where he stayed and she wanted to get out of the cold, even though his cloak kept her plenty warm it seemed like it would be nicer elsewhere.

Soon she caught sight of a small village, sometime insider of her flared with desire before being driven out as quickly as it had come. That collar was keeping control of her, she kenw that she wanted something but she just didnâ??t know what. She noticed that she was getting attention and she smiled, she liked attention. Attention, thatâ??s that I want. she thought to herself, Only, a different kind... not this kind.... no not this. her mind reeled as it tried to recall what it was that she wanted exactly. She followed close behind him as she thought, frustrated that she could not remember exactly what it was that she desired.

Then someone spoke to Sol, and he mentioned a girl with him. Demo looked around briefly before looking back at the man, â??Me?â? she asked. Pretty, a new word, a good word, a good thing, it was good that she was pretty. She smiled, registering the compliment. Then she heard Sol tell the man to leave her alone and she was slightly disappointed. She liked attention and Sol just stole her from the attention of the innkeeper. Still, he was leading her somewhere new and this place wasnâ??t as cold as it was out there.

The place was a mess Demo didnâ??t mind, she smiled at him as she took off the cloak and gave it back to him, revealing her form to him once more. â??So Sol, what do you know about me since you seem to know more then I know about me.â? She said, she seemed annoyed by her lack of knowledge of herself. She looked in the direction that the innkeeper was in. â??He gave me attention... I liked that but I want something else, something more then attention. Perhaps you know?â? she asked him. What she wanted was sex. The attention that was fueled by lust, that was what she craved, only she didnâ??t know it, not yet at least.

 

[3ngag3]

Sol spent a few moments tidying up the room before he could adress Demo's questions. There was a lot he had to explain to her. About how she couldn't be seen by normal human eyes, how the collar she wore hid something truly terrifying underneath, and the way he planned to use her to achieve his goals. It would be a long night indeed. Upon moving some books from the queen sized bed, the young wizard sat down and let out a sigh of exhaustion. He was glad the ordeals of the day were over, but he still had this woman to attend to. He turned to look at her just as she removed the cloak and revealed her naked form before him once more. He raised his head as if he were going to tell her to put something on, but he stopped himself and decided instead to leave her as she was for now. Then Sol patted a spot on the bed next to him, a signal for Devo to come and sit next to him. When she did, he remained silent for a moment wondering where to start first.

"Well," the young wizard spoke suddenly. "To be honest, I don't know much about you personally. All I know is you were put inside that tomb for a reason and based on how I first saw you, I'm not suprised." Sol's attention turned to the collar she was wearing. He reached out and touched it, making sure that Demo would notice it as well. "Do you remember anything about this collar or what it does? Have you ever tried to take it off?" Just thinking about this woman without her collar sent a chill down his spine. He instantaneously remembered the moment the two of them met for the first time and let go of the collar as if he were recalling a bad memory. "Actually, forget about that last question," he uttered with a nervous chuckle. Rather than provoke the girl into trying to pull it off herself, he decided to study it with his eyes.

But with Demo being naked in front of him, Sol's gaze went down her body to her breasts, her perfectly shaped breasts and slender body. It brought a tinge of red to his cheeks and his eyes tried to go back up to focus on the collar. Still, he couldn't help but feel a little aroused. Here he was in a room alone with a demoness who had very little understanding about this world around her. She was so innocent and naive like a flower that had yet to bloom. Any other man would have already taken advantage of her sexually but for the young wizard he knew that sex wasn't what he really brought this woman here for. She had power and he hoped to utilize it through the collar. But if he could just find out how. For now, he turned away to a book that was still laying on the bed and, hoping to get his arousal under control, he began to flip through looking for information. As he did, he began to speak to Demo again. "You shouldn't worry to much about the attention you get from other people," Sol started. "If they knew who you were, they would be too scared of you to give you any compliments. But that doesn't mean you're not pretty though." To this the young wizard gave out a small grin.

 

[Cheshire Pup]

She sat down next to him when he patted the bed, wondering what he had in mind. When he mentioned how he first say her she looked at him surprised, â??When I first saw you I saw you about to be crushed by rocks but you were too busy staring at me to notice.â? She said, she didnâ??t seem to remember what she had done before the collar came into effect. It seemed like she didnâ??t even realize that she was wearing it, that suspicion was reinforced when he pointed out the collar.

â??Collar? What collar?â? she asked him confused. Her hands went to her neck and her eyes widened with shock. She felt the thing around her neck and tried to claw it off her neck, it seemed like this thing frightened her. Her hands went to the clasp that was holding it. It was not locked but when her fingers touched the clasp she cried put in pain and she jerked her hands away. The smell of burning flesh appeared in the room as she looked down at her hands. Trying to take it off had literally burned her.

She winced in pain as she looked down at her hands, she shook them and the skin slowly began to heal, it was fast for human healing time but not fast enough for her. â??Did you put this on me?â? she asked him, she was confused by this collar, and she didnâ??t like it at all. She sat with her legs crossed and her hands in her lap. She looked as unhappy as a small child who was just refused candy.

â??Why am I here?â? she asked him, her mood soured with the mention of the collar, it seems that she didnâ??t like it, clothing was bad enough but a collar was just stupid. She scratched at her neck, the collar was uncomfortable now that she knew that it was there. She wanted to know what was going on and why he had brought her out. She just wanted this collar off of her as soon as she possibly could.