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She could hear them. The screaming residence of hell waiting for the special auction of the day to get started. Clearing her throat nervously, she shuffled backwards to the back of her cage, pressing her back against the cold bars. A male crounched in front of the cage, just staring in at the angel for a moment before unlocking the barred door and reaching in, gripping her arm tightly before quickly tugging her out. She tried to pull away from him while giving a small hiss at the burning sensation she started to feel around her wrist, her expression frightened as she was pulled to her bare feet. Stumbling out of the cage, the two paused as an announcer began calling out the start of the auction. Why did this have to happen to her? Though he was thankful that it was herself rather then her friend. She was sure she could deal with whatever was coming to her.

Ariel frowned quickly as she was tugged over towards the side of the stage behind a red velvet curtain and she waited to be guided onto the wooden platform. "Everyone, please pay close attention to our latest piece of merchandise." The husky voice paused before continuing. "Ariel!" He called out and the angel was pushed forwards up the stairs onto the stage, the man still gripping her creamy skin tightly, causing it to redden. They paused on the center of the stage and the youth stared out to the crowd, trying to pull away while muttering under her breath. "Get off of me.." Those bright blue eyes continued to dart from face to ugly demon face as she scanned the crowd, her expression almost feral as she tried to escape. "Ariel is a high ranking angel. Captured on the battle field." The announcer shouted again and the female cringed. Her ivory skin was almost glowing against the short, thin grey rags she had been forced to wear. Ariel was then pushed forwards down a catwalk into the crowd so that potential buyers could get a good look at the 'product'. "Obviously as you can see, she is a decent buy. A beautiful specimen well worth your coin." Frowning again, she mumbled. "Decent?" Her blue eyes glanced out over everyone again and her long blond hair was ruffled by the male stood closer behind him, making sure she didn't run for it. He seemed to almost step in to close the gap between their forms and it made her flinch forwards as she held her breath and her eyebrows knotted together. It was an uncomfortable connection.

Pausing a moment, she heard someone in the crowd shout. "Show us the wings!" Gritting her teeth, Ariel shook her head quickly before shouting back at them. "Yeah, right!" The angel tried to push herself backwards but the demon behind her was blocking her way. Her right arm was then pulled sharply behind her back and the man mumbled something into her ear as she gasped, getting dangerously close to her skin, before pushing her arm further up towards his shoulders. "A-Ah...Ow..!" The angel mumbled, gritting her teeth and bending forwards slightly. The loose bit of material fell forwards, revealing her cleavage to the audience. The motion caused her to fidget, trying to retain her modesty. "The angel will now show us her wings." 'The angel' blinked and shook her head defiantly. "G-Get stuffed!" Her arm was pushed further up her back and she gritted her teeth before falling to her knees with a gentle thud amongst the silence. The girl quickly hung her head and trembled slightly at the pain of her arm. A second later her large, fluffy, pure white wings extended from her back, ripping the material as they appeared, flapping once as they stretched in the air for everyone to see. Her expression was pained as she closed her bright crystal eyes, her face staring down towards the dirty stage floor in dispair. She hated showing people her wings, especially demons, the thought utterly disgusted her.
 
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"Varfel; it's time..." a voice said in the darkness. Upon the large bed that was covered with blood-red sheets was young man. Or, what looked like a young man. He had long, dark-blue hair that framed his one good golden eye, the pupils condensed into slits as he blinked his sleepiness away. Leathery wings of indigo stretched from his back, the tips adorned with sharp crimson talons.

Getting up from the bed and to his feet, Varfel languorously stretched both his pale, toned arms and his wings, yawning slightly before raising his right hand to adjust the eye-cover on that side.

Varfel was one of the most powerful, dangerous demons in the Realm of Hell, serving directly under Lucifer himself. From a young age, he was trained for battle and death, and in an outward appearance, he reveled in it. But this was not truly the case.

Retrieving his clothes that were folded upon a chair for him, he slipped on the long black robe, and wrapped the thick chains on the floor to his torso, testing out his movement before pulling on his thick leather boots. "All right, I'm up..." he muttered tiredly, walking out the door, but not before he grabbed a small but heavy bag and a silver gaunlet that attached itself to his left arm.

A bit later, Varfel found himself in the midst of several hundred Demons, but was given a wide berth because of his status. He calmly watched stage for any potential women to take with him; ever since he was able to buy an Angel, he never did; they were never up to his standards. Until tonight.

His left eyebrow quirked upward in amusement when he heard the announcement for Ariel, and chuckled. "Decent? Poor judgement..." he muttered, keeping his eye on the Angel. She had sincerely fine features, with very long hair that could be easily held onto, and heavenly-blue irises that showed him a certain fire in her holy heart. When a shout came for the demand of her wings, his interest was piqued. He never saw the reason why the wings needed to be seen, unless the other adored the higher-ranking Angels. Her cleavage was bared as the demon forced her to her knees, and Varfel couldn't help but gently bit his lower lip and grunt lightly in arousal.

Surprisingly, her wings were larger than he had expected, and smiled slightly as the bidding began. Varfel stayed stoic for the moment, wanting to see how high the Demons would go. When the mark reached 5,000 "crowns", the high-ranking Demon parted his lips and spoke up. He wanted her; he really wanted Ariel. His mind and his loins told him that much.

"10,000 crowns..." Varfel announced, a smirk on his lips as everyone went silence. Though his voice was quiet, it still cut through the noise as he confidently made his way to the stage, his one eye set squarely on Ariel.
 
Ariel cringed as the filthy demons started calling out bids that, in her opinion, were extremely low. It looked dim for her and she did not like the idea of being purchased or owned like an object. Her blue eyes closed tightly as her wings flapped once to stretch and then a larger bid, double the amount called out previously was voiced. The woman waited for a moment before opening her eyes and lifting her head when everything fell silent; people were parting to allow another to reach the stage. This demon was male, golden eyes (or what was visable due to the right one being covered) and deep blue hair. She glared at the man with distaste and the announcer quickly took the highest bid; after all, it didn't look like anyone else was going to challange this man.

The angel remained on her knees as she stared up to him, while the demon behind her leaned in closer, panting hungrily in her ear; it was uncomfortable to say the least. "Yes, Yes we accept! The angel Ariel has been sold! Sir, would you like to see her crucifx? That mark is known to be completely sacred and different on every angel, it would seem rather...fun!" The man hollared a laugh at the prospect and the angel instantly tensed, the glare dropping from her expression which quickly turned to panic. Those large fluffy, pure white wings quickly pulled backwards into the flesh of her back and Ariel shook her head once. "I demand you unhand me at once!" Her voice was still strong and defient, but there was a little stammer to it as she realised the sacred marking she had been blessed with might be put on show for all to see. The lesser demons started to cheer with excitement in the crowd and the male behind her seemed to lean her forwards a little more, causing her to squirm as she tried to balance on her knees.
 
Varfel's expression remained neutral, even when Ariel's look of hatred tried to bore into him. Without any effort he hopped onto the high stage, his oddly-glorious wings stretching to allow him to land with an unusual grace not presence in most Demons.

His left eye looked at the Demon that was holding her, breathing heavily and quite-nastily in her ear, but Varfel hid his disgust for now. When the bid was accepted - of course -, the announcer offered to show the powerful Demon where her crucifix was. As Ariel demanded her release, he scoffed and rolled his eye. "Hm..." the light sigh left his mouth as he considered it, but as it was his first time purchasing an Angel...

"No. I shall find it later, in my own chambers," Varfel said flatly, the look in his eye of gold turning cold and ruthless towards the announcer.. The shouts and cheers died down, though they're were still some murmurs of disappointment. Taking his right hand down to his waist, he unhooked the bag of crowns from the metal belt before tossing it to the announcer. "12,000 crowns; two thousand extra for the trouble she gave you, and..."

Without warning, Varfel spun to the location of Ariel, poising his left arm as the weapon equipped there made a noise, clanking as a small space opened, and thrusted his arm forward. "Lucifer's Fang!" he roared, his voice briefly becoming feral. A pitch-black, very thin blade extended from the gauntlet, heading towards Ariel's...

A sharp shunk! noise was heard as blood dripped onto Ariel's back. However, the Angel felt no pain. Instead, the blade had pierced the neck of the Demon who was holding her. A look of horror and pain crossed the Demon's face as he tried to breathe and speak. "You don't defile my Angel with your presence..." he said coldly, retracting the blade to disappear into the gauntlet as the Demon released Ariel and fell back onto the stage, black blood pooling around his corpse.

Varfel didn't waste time in stepping forward and grabbing Ariel's wrist with his right hand, pulling her close as he ignored the shocked looks of the other Demons. "Hmph..." he scoffed, glancing down at Ariel before calmly walking away and off the stage, with the Angel in tow.
 
When the demon before her actually considered allowing her marking to be shown publicly she swallowed dryly, expecting the worst which would indeed be having the crucifix shown to the low lifes that littered the auction arena. The blond was a little suprised when the dark haired male denied the chance and she only shuddered when he stated he would find it in his chambers later. Letting out a sharp sigh, the angel shook her head with a defience that almost seeped from every pour on her body.

As the male produced a crown sack that apparently contained extra. The woman let out a sarcastic 'huh' when he mentioned it was for the 'trouble she had caused them'. "You should be praising me for my 'good behvior'. I could kill all of you here." She threatened with a venomous tone that sounded less angelic then she appeared. Of course, she could put up an excellent fight against the demons there, but defeting them all in one go? That was pushing it a little.

Upon being...pointed at? That was all she could think to call it, she froze and stared straight at the arm that was thrust in her direction. Those blue eyes widened a little as the male called out some kind of attack and she closed her eyes quickly for impact. When a minute or so had passed and she heard a garggling from behind her, those blue orbs opened to stare forwards again. Ariel could feel something warm dripping onto her back and her arm was instantly loosened from the other demon's grip. She swiftly looked over her shoulder and shuffled away from the corpse with wide, shocked eyes. He had just killed...one of his own. The blond briskly staggared to her feet, only to be grabbed again. "No!" The contact of the demon's flesh made her shiver and she promptly tugged away, not wanting to feel that familiar burning sensation she had continuously felt since being touched by any living thing in hell. Ariel's eyes were staring constantly at her wrist as she didn't want to look up at the other and she stumbled as she was tugged off of the stage.

When walking bare foot through the crowd, Ariel sank into herself a bit. She kept her free arm pressed against her chest and she walked quickly in small, stumbled and careful steps. The floor was definatly not something she liked to walk on bare footed as it was much different from then up in heaven; it was rough and dirty. The angel occasionally looked around only to be greeted with the hungry, lust filled faces of other demons that instantly made her regret lifting her head.
 
As they both stepped off the stage, Varfel's gaze switched to Ariel, once more amused as she lowered herself a bit, taking careful steps as they walked past the crowd. Once again, he was given a wide-berth to leave, but couldn't resist warning the others. "I'll only say this once: rid yourselves of those pitiful expressions, or you will feel Lucifer's Fang in the bottom of your guts..." he growled, a slight snarl appearing on his face as a sharp fang was exposed before he closed his lips.

Noticing that Ariel had a tough time walking - still confused as to why she was not keeping her head held high -, Varfel chuckled slightly and stopped for a moment, turning his head to her. But without a word, he stooped down low and easily hoisted her up into his arms, his fingers enjoying the smooth, creamy skin and the slight burning sensation that accompanied it. With that, he strode down the beaten path, ignoring her words or expression as he headed towards his home. "Very nice, Varfel. She will do well for your needs..." the voice snarled again in his head as he began to climb up the rocky steps towards his house on the cliff, away from most others. It had been built with the intention for the screams of Angels and Demonesses alike that Varfel was supposed to use, but never before had he an Angel in his midst.

Using his boot, he kicked the wooden door open and walked inside. Relaxing his grip, he allowed her to fall to the cobblestoned-floor before shutting the door. Varfel turned his attention to her, saying nothing yet as he observed her movements and expressions.
 
Ariel said nothing as the male threatened anyone who so much as grinned at her; if it wasn't the situation she was in now, it would be kind of sweet. The blond shook her head, glaring angrily at the ground. She was much smaller then anyone else she had seen in hell, standing at only five foot four. That wasn't too uncommen for angels though.

She hadn't noticed when the male had stopped, so when he paused she continued walking and bumped softly into him before quickly realising what she had done and jumping backwards with a hiss; she made sure to stretch as far away from him as possible. Upon seeing him lower her bright eyes widened once again and she tensed as she was lifted from the ground. "H-Hey!" The woman shrieked, her hands darting down to tug the rags to cover her thighs; the revealed too much as it was! She also squeezed her legs together tightly in a defensive manor. "Put me down this instant!" Ariel shouted, her cheeks turning a light pink in embarrassment as she squirmed and shivered from the contact.

All the way to what appeared to be the demon's home she wriggled and protested as loudly as possible. Ariel's left hand moved to grab the front of the other's top as she was allowed to lower herself from his arms to the ground. The blond stepped down carefully, clinging to the demon incase she feel through some trap hole or something stupid like that. As if testing the water, she pressed her toes of one foot to the ground twice before stepped down and jumping away from the figure. Her eyes concentrated on her foot and when she was away from the man she snapped her head up to frown at him. A few seconds passed and she began to fidget uneasily. "What? Stop staring at me and say something." Ariel demanded in a commanding tone, her arms crossing quickly across her chest.
 
For another moment Varfel simply ignored her demand and continued to gaze her at lovely form. In reality, his eyes was actually calculating the height and strength of Ariel. "Five foot four..." he stated. In contrast to his height of six foot five, he was much taller than her, looming over her without meaning to.

"Do you have a full name? Or is it just Ariel?" Varfel inquired, quirking an sharp eyebrow at her. "I am Varfel Shura, general of the Lucellian army. From this day forward, you will answer to no one but me, and you shall call nothing but "Master". Do I make myself clear, Ariel?"

Without any indication, Varfel slowly stepped towards her, his lone eye drinking in her heavenly appearance, letting out a short growl of satisfaction, forcing her to step back until he hit the stone wall behind her.
 
Ariel let out a quick breath when she realised the other wasn't going to say something any time soon. Her blue eyes darted around quickly for a moment to look for an escape root and she only blinked when the demon stated her height out loud. "Thats right.." She mumbled in an irritated manor and her foot began tapping impatiently on the ground without her realising. In comparision to him, she was extremely short.

When he asked her her full name she started to answer but paused when he continued. Her jaw dropped slightly at what was asked of her and she quickly straightened, her arms dropping to her side as if readying for a fight of some kind. The angel stood still until Varfel began to advance towards her causing her to step backwards to avoid contact. "Ariel Solovia. And I will do no such thing." She grumbled, pressing her back against the cold stone wall.

Oh great, now she was just stuck. Once again, she looked around but once she was sure she wouldn't be able to out run him her eyes concentrated anywhere but at Varfel.
 
He honestly wasn't surprised when she voice her defiance, standing up to her full height - which made Varfel chuckle in amusement -. He slowly advanced upon her, his eye or face showing no emotion; not even lust or anger at her response.

When her back pressed itself against the cold stone, Varfel let out a sigh as he heard the faint noise her flesh rubbing against the stone. He hadn't been able to relieve himself in so long . . . of course, she could easily be used as a outlet for his frustrations, but a larger part of him wanted to tease her, get Ariel to produce unholy thoughts of his lips against hers...

"You will. If you don't, I will kill one angel every night that I don't hear the word "Master" from your lips..." Varfel threatened, being deadly serious as he closed the distance, though not touching her just yet as he leaned into her neck. "What say you . . . Ariel?" he whispered. Then he gently inhaled the scent of her neck and extended one finger at the back of her left hand, touching the flesh very lightly and teasingly as he waited for her answer.
 
Ariel kept her head high as he stopped in front of her; though it wasn't like she had much choice as she had to tilt her head back to even see Varfel's face. Her expression stayed as hard as stone as he chuckled at her defient attitude.

The blond held her arms tightly to her sides and she frowned deeper at his threat. She waited for a moment, thinking very carefully over her options while biting her tongue before she screamed abuse at him. As he leaned into her neck, she shuddered and let out a shakey breath to the side as she continued to push backwards into the stone as if she could just seep through it and escape. Those blue eyes stared off to the side and Ariel pressed her lips into a hard line; she was ashamed that she liked the way he said her name.

Her hands balled into tight fists as he extended a finger to run along the back of her hand and she quickly pulled both arms behind her back inbetween herself and the wall. "F-Fine.." She mumbled out, gritting her teeth with an immense force. "M...Ma.." She stuttered out as quietly as possible before huffing out the word with a pained pout. "..Master." Ariel did not make any attempt to look at him and he hoped he would linger around her; though that was an unlikey desire. Another she didn't want him to do was find or attempt the find the crucifix that marked her right inner thigh.
 
The more she moved away, the more excited Varfel became, though he was careful not to show it. Ariel only helped to give him more neck to see and smell, and the way she looked off to the side and tried to not show a reaction made her look embarrassed and ashamed, making him smile just a tiny bit.

He was disappointed that she moved her hands to flee from the burning touch of his flesh on hers; he would slowly teach her to enjoy and revel in that fire that he created. As she complied and struggled to say the name that he wanted to hear, he quietly and teasingly urged her to say it. "Come on, Ariel . . . it's just one word. Master..." he whispered, leaning to her ear, once again not touching it as his hot breath left down her skin.

When she finally said it, he marked it down as a step forward and a life saved, thanks to her. "Good girl," he praised her, placing a quick and light kiss on her ear. Taking a step back, he placed his hands on her clothed waist, his tone and expression returning to flatness. "Are you hungry, Ariel?" he inquired, not letting her go at the moment.
 
Ariel could feel his breath and it only made her more nervous as he leaned closer. She didn't say anything back to the male when he ushered her to say the words he wanted, which she managed after some time. When she felt a breath on her ear she instantly huddled her shoulder towards her neck and shivered, closing her eyes with a little sigh.

Again, Ariel failed to fight back with her words when he praised her as she tried to gather herself and put on a stern face; she seemed only to become more flustered. When she felt Varfel's lips press quickly against her ear she quickly ducked and her face turned a bright crimson. Her hands instantly came up to cover her mouth for a second when he grabbed her waist. "H-Hey!"

The angel quickly rached on hand up and rubbed at her ear, her bright eyes staring to the ground. The contrast between the blue of her hues and the redness of her cheeks was a incredible sight. She continued to rub her ear like a bat out of hell and she tried to take a step backwards agains the wall though his hands restricted her movement. "I'm not hungry. In fact I feel rather sick." The woman grumbled as her hand slowed against her ear and she just rested her finger tips gently against her cheeks with another sigh.
 
Her reactions were completely completely adorable; the Demonesses that he allowed in his home were not at all shy. In fact, they wasted no time in getting to the main course, which Varfel was disappointed by. He had never been given the chance of seduction and teasing. It gave him a great erotic charge that he hadn't felt before. So when Ariel blushed at the kiss he put at her cheek, he smiled again.

He watched as she rubbed her ear, figuring that it was a nervous quirk. But she wasn't angry anymore; or at least she hid it well. "If I may say so, you are astoundingly . . . incomparably gorgeous, Ariel," he stated truthfully, his eye picking up on the contrast of her eyes and the bright blush on her face.

His own eye widened in mock surprise at her own, and sighed heavily, shaking his head. "Oh? I see. Then we'll just have to move onto other activites if you're not hungry..." Varfel teased, leaning into her neck again as he whispered, "Where's your crucifix? Show me, Ariel. In truth, I've never seen one before."
 
Ariel had never had an encounter like this before. Angel's weren't really a 'toucy-feely' race; they talked and loved just like anyone else, sure, but they hardly ever touched or hugged or kissed one another. Unless of course, you were married. Then you would have to conceve children; a thought she was never truely at peace with.

Upon hearing the compliment, the angel blinked and turned to stare at Varfel with suprise and also an expression that begged him to stop. "Don't say stuff like that." Of course, she denied taking any pleasure in compliments; they were what caused people to become big headed and that she was not. Ariel, without thinking, steped into the male and reached up to cover his mouth; sadly she couldn't reach so she just ended up stumbling into him clumsily.

At the tease, the blond frowned lightly up towards the demon and stepped backwards as much as possible in his hands as he leaned in again. She looked forwards as he whispered into her ear and the angel quickly turned her head to stare at Varfel with panic. "No way. There's nothing interesting about it, it's just a mark. You don't want to see it really." Ariel protested to the best of her abilities and her blush began to die down as she moved her hands to grip his large wrists by her waist. She tried to ignore the sensation that was practically vibrating off of his flesh.
 
All right, he was genuinely surprised by her response. It wasn't defiant, or angry; no, it was soft and pleading. Like she didn't want to believe it, which was unfortunate. She truly was. He found that she attempted to cover his mouth but instead stumbled into his grasp. Varfel restrained the urge to wrap his arms around her.

Over the years of killing Angels and Demons alike, and laying with several Demonesses, he found himself with a slowly-growing desire for something more. Something that Ariel could give him.

He smiled at her panicked expression, and quirked an eyebrow. "Ah, but I do. And your argument just makes me want to see it more..." he replied truthfully before leaning into her ear again. "Please, show me where the mark is located on your luscious flesh . . . I don't want to rip your clothes off to find it; I would prefer you show it to me..." he breathed, pushing his hands against her waist as she gripped his wrists.
 
Ariel's brows knotted together as he continued to ask her and she shuddered again, her eyes closing as his breath brushed her ear. She huddled up her shoudlers again and shook her head a little at the idea. It was crazy! Not even other angels saw anothers marking, it was a ridiculous request.

She pressed her chin into her shoulder as she thought about it some more, her face remaining a light red as she opened her bright eyes again, her dark lashes appearing longer as they remained half lidded. Without speaking another word, Ariel reached down with her right hand and gripped the material that covered the front of her thighs. Pointing her right foot so she was on her tips toes, she balanced on her left leg and parted them slightly well lifting the rags as little as possible. On the inside of her right thigh was a marking in the shape of a crucfix that looked much like a scar in colour as it was a pinky sort of shade just darker then her flesh itself. As she lifted the material a little more, the white lacey underwear she was wearing was revealed ever so slightly if one were looking closely enough.

Her expression remained ashamed and embarrassed as she made an almost whimper seep from her lips. Even when he stared at the marking it made her melt; it was an angels only weak spot aparently. In seconds she quickly squeezed her legs together and her right hand tugged the material sharply downwards and it didn't release it at all. Her left hand tightened it's grip on Varfel's wrist and she let out another shakey sigh, remaining silent as she burried her face into her shoulder.
 
It took a little while, but the Angel soon began to acquiesce to his request, blushing hotly enough that he could feel the heat from her flesh. His one good eye tracked her right hand as it trembled downward, shaking as she gripped the hem of skirt.

His heart began to beat much quicker as more and more flesh was exposed, realizing that it was located in a much more intimate place that what was normal, and couldn't help the fact that his breath became a bit heavier. Soon, his eye of gold caught sight of the scar-like mark on her inner thigh. Varfel was more excited when he saw the beginning of her white panties, making him bit his lip in excitement.

"Oh my..." he exhaled on her neck, gulping slightly as she lowered the skirt back down. Varfel was pleased that she was effected by the reveal too. "Fantastic, Ariel. Thank you."

Varfel shook his head slightly to shake out the tremors in his body, though he couldn't rid himself of the burning in his loins. There was, of course, an instinctual urge to take her on the wall right there, but he had two things to think about: one, that Ariel might be a virgin, so he wanted to be more careful. Two, there was a desire for her to achingly want him. He never really had that before, so this was going to be fun.

Without warning, he released his grip on her waist and turned around, slowly heading towards the large bed. "If you're not hungry, then we need to sleep," he said, unhooking the gauntlet on his arm before tossing it aside. As it landed on the floor, it automatically melted away, waiting for the next time that he needed it. His pale but strong hands then proceeded to undress, removing the long coat, chains, and shirt, exposing his firm, toned torso, and the exquisite indigo wings on his back. Sitting upon the edge of the bed, he looked at Ariel and smiled, patting the space next to him. "Come." he ordered calmly.
 
Her breathing had become incredibly shallow and her left hand quickly darted down to tug at the material too. Her face was burning as she became even more flustered by his reply to seeing the marking. "Told you...It was nothing.." She muttered out quietly, not wanting to open her eyes ever again, let alone then and there. As he complimented the show, she gave a small nod; though it was a stupid responce.

As he released her waist, she quickly snapped out of her apparently melted posture and tensed, stepping backwards quickly. Her head rose and her bright eyes stared at the male as he made his way over towards the large bed. Wait. He didn't expect her to sleep in that...with him, did he? Mocing her hands to fiddle nervously with her hair, she looked around again and swallowed dryly as if trying to rid he throat from the lump that had stuck there when he started to undress.

"I-I can't lay with you." She stuttered out quietly, her eyes looking around the room anxiously. When he requested her presence, Ariel fell quiet and paused as she gained back her breath and she began walking slowly over towards him, her hands now clasped tightly in front of her.

From inside she was practically screaming at herself to run and escape but she simply couldn't help herself from going to him. Her face looked pleading once again with her eyebrows pulling together and a small pout upon her lips. The angel knew what she should be doing, but she didn't have a clue what she should actually do. 'Oh god, forgive me', was all she could think as she paused in front of the male, now able to look directly forwards and see his face.
 
He watched her silently, making sure to not give any emotion away as she fidgeted and played with her hair, telling him that she can't lay with him. "Heh . . . if it makes you feel better, we're just going to sleep tonight. Besides, if you don't, you can sleep on the floor and chained up," he said flatly.

Varfel wondered what was running through her mind; he figured that he would ask later. How she walked drove him insane, but masked it with a stony-expression as she paused in front of him. However, he allowed himself to gently bite his lip, giving himself a partly-demure expression to tease her with.

Using only his feet, he kicked off his boots, sending them to the floor. Then he scooted back, ending at one side of the large bed before he used his finger to beckon her onto the bed, on the other side.
 
The idea of sleeping on the cold, cobbled flooring didn't appeal to her what so ever, and the fact the he reassure they would only sleep next to each other tonight made her lighten up a little. The only problem she had was if he was trust worthy though he'd yet to do anything extreme to her; she supposed anyway.

Ariel watched him quietly as he kicked off his boots and begin to crawl backwards onto the other side of the bed while using his finger to urge her onto the side closest to her. Swallowing nervously, the angel sucked in a breath of courage and pressed her hands to the matress; it was suprisingly soft. "I though demon's only slept on beds of nails or something." They were pretty much taught that in heaven. Ever since she was a little girl her father always scared her with tails of demons and hell and now she was actually here, living her nightmare. Who's have thought.

Lifting a knee onto the large double bed, she crawl forwards on her hands and knees, he bright eyes staring directly at Varfel's face with a soft expression. In seconds she was lifting the covers and crawling under them as quickly as possible. Ariel pulled them up to her ears to cover herself and she pulled her legs up into her stomach gently, making sure to lay on her side so her back was to Varfel. The angel made sure to lay on the very edge of the bed, leaving a large gap between them both. "Goodnight." She mumbled, frowning as she tried to gather her composure and rid her face of her blush.
 
The comment about his sleeping arrangements made him laugh; not an evil, demented laugh, mind you, but a light, sincere tone. "Haha, no. I'm afraid they lied to you in school, Ariel," he replied, smiling slightly as she curled up under the covers, facing away from him.

He quirked an eyebrow, watching her for a moment before resting his head back and closing his eyes. "Good night, Varfel . . . I hope to see some progress with the angelic bitch..." the voice growled, with Varfel ignoring it. "Good night, Ariel..." he wasn't afraid of her running. Where would she go..?
 
It took her a while to get to sleep. With the combination of the strange sleeping enviroment and knowing a demon was just feet from her sleeping, defenseless body made her tense and uneasy, but once she was asleep, she was asleep. Her eyes closed as she exhaled a light sigh of reliefe; maybe dreamland was where she needed to go? Her dreams were filled with her going about her usual day in her usual enviroment that was heaven and quite frankly, it was bliss.

When morning came, the angel woke up rather early. Opening her eyes groggily, she slowly sat up and began rubbing them with a small yawn. Once that was done, she strechted her arms above her head and arched her back with another pleasing yawn. Then she paused. Turning her head to stare at the male beside her, she made a loud squeek and jumped backwards. Because of her position on the bed, she went flying off, falling onto her back on the cold floor while her legs were still positioned on the bed. It took her a moment to realise what was going on and that everything wasn't actually a dream which caused her to huff out a sigh.

Ariel slowly sat up and pushed her blond hair off of her angelic face, her head just peering over the top of the matress to glare at Varfel.
 
Varfel had slept peacefully; well, as peaceful as a tortured Demon could sleep. He was awoken by the crashing sound at the other end of the end. "Hmm..?" Varfel breathed, yawning heavily as he stretched his back and arms on the bed. He was then greeted by the glare of Ariel, and smiled.

"Good morning, Ariel. Sleep well?" he inquired, arching his back enough to produce two sharp pops in his spine, and cracked his neck as he smacked his lips. Sliding himself off the bed, he ruffled his dark-blue hair and adjusted his eye-cover, walking over to the kitchen. "Want some breakfast? What do you like?"
 
The blond continued to glare at the male as he stretched and greeted her normally. She mumbled something under her breath brefore pressing her hands against the ground to stand. Shrugging slightly at his question, her blue eyes watched the demon make his way across the large room to the kitchen. "Well...I duno. Just some water and bread or something." Ariel never usually had breakfast so it was new to her.

Looking down at herself, she tugged the rags down her legs and she sighed. "Have...Have you got anything I could wear?" It was understandable; she had slept in the same, filthy rags she had been dressed in the day before and the demons at the auction had taken her clothes.
 
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