Turmoil of Hopes ( Nighthaven x Sweetemmi )

[Nighthaven]

" Once upon a time.. " So the old man would start, a weathered figure of elderly age, clothed in naught but a loincloth, and carrying only a wooden rod through which he see's. He was blind, his eyes nearly as white as his hair. He was sitting there, stocking the fire he started to protect from the surrounding cold and the snow. An alien sight to behold, as many would think him frozen to death by now, and yet, he was sitting there, talking to no one in particular.

".. That is, how Fairy tales start their retelling, don't they ? " he went on, carving a circle into ground between himself and the fire with the use of his wooden rod.
" Let me tell you though, this isn't a fairy tale, for even if the creatures within are of Mythical, Mysterious sources, it is not they whom rule. For Human, you see, they are crafty, they have forged a world, where beings of power have been real, and have been toppled, chased, and all but extinct in some cases, for, the fear of the strange and different so often drove the human mind. And in a world where the impossible is real, they turn not on one another, but those that are to strange to even be considered human. " And for a moment, it would seem that there was movement in his eyes, like a swirl of flame, a blue glimmer, though surely that was just a trick of the mind, a reflection of the flames, for, these things, Magic, and fairy tales, they where not true in this world.

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" The item ?! " The stern voice of Ixchel Demanded, commanded to know, ushered from the, by appeal, middle aged man that sat behind the black office table. A well respected and partially feared man of whom little was known. Founder of the first Sanctuaries for creatures to strange an dangerous for Humans to accept. He himself was human, or least appeared to be, to many tongues had claimed his presence as unnatural and dangerous, few had ever considered to remove or oppose him in a direct manner.

In part perhaps that was due to the work her did, in a way, gathering creatures from all corners of the world where humans had nothing to fear from them, and in fact, benefit from them. The Sanctuary not only serving as save haven for all walks of creatures tired of the hunt, but bluntly a Brothel, or zoo as some called it, for humans to relish and abuse the creatures they hated and longed for.

It was a sad truth in this world that, anything Human's could not accept, was destroyed with brutal efficiency, and though many had means of staying unseen and secluded, Human's Ingeniously found ways over and over again to dwindle their numbers, murdering them wherever they could come across them. Worse though, as they where not considered equal, in part even a danger, many sought these creatures out, only to enslave them, and more then once a young Kitzune, A sylph, or whatever they could find, was dragged before Men of wealth to not murder their body, but the creatures minds in their bed, until it was only a pleasing shell of their Mysterious past. That which was strange, was not only dangerous, it held otherworldly beauty that many desired, and there was a booming market out there for creatures that had no one to protect them or their rights and freedoms.

That very Market was the reason though that the Sanctuary could actually protect it's inhabitants, because only the wealthy could truly effort to purchase these pleasures, and the small folks where left to fantasize about the terrors they could cast upon a lovely creature in their bed's, and the wonders they could experience with their bodies. So, renting out the Sanctuaries inhabitants to Any who could effort a whore, was a means of a stalemate that was widely accepted, even welcomed within the Human community, so much, that more often then not a branch of the Sanctuary Brothels was located within a city, rather then being cast outside the borders of Human Civilization.

" Well ?! " Ixchel repeated with obvious impatience, finally being handed a Silver chain with a pendant, silver as well, that held in it's core a blue gem that appeared to move as though it was a swirling mist, a magical stone of sorts.

" Payment ? " the shadowy figure that handed the jewelry over to the Brothels owner asked.

" It be delivered as usual. Now leave me ! " Ixchel near snarled at the other man, whom swiftly bowed ever so slightly before he left Ixchel's office.

" Finally then. It was about time I found one of your kin. " he exclaims, rising from his chair to bluntly throw the item onto the carpet that adorned the floor before his table, as though it had no value at all. But then he'd pull a small hidden leaver below his table, causing the blood red carpet below the pendant to glow with a faint light, a simple sign invented by humans capable of basic magic to break seals that where caused by the same source of energy, permitting the new owner of Pendant to unseal the inhabitant of the blue gem, which then, by the rules that ensnared the captive, had to obey the caller until released.

Release though was the least thing on Ixchels mind, this wasn't a business of charity he was running, and in fact, if what he learned was true, this creature would be an eternal source of income for his establishment.

 

[sweetemmie]

Long ago, Jarita forgot where she came from. She had been on this earth for centuries, fighting the dark, destructive daimon. She was a notorious, fierce warrior – had taken down legions by her own sword. But it had only taken one small error for her to fall. One careless step to be entrapped, her body dissolving and her essence captured, forced into a tiny sapphire no larger than a woman’s small fingernail.

For centuries, Jarita had remained trapped inside the ancient stone. For the first couple hundred years she had battered her essence against the ungiving magical spells, her mind screaming for release. She craved action, craved talking to someone, craved anything at all except this gray mist existence. She soon lapsed into a semi-coma state. Dimly aware of the world changing around her, dimly aware of the stone changing hands. But there was never release.

Until now.

At first, there was no change in the gem or the necklace it was in. A full two minutes ticked by as the magical charm peeled back layers of entrapping magic. Only then did a faint wisp of smoke trickle up from the gem, the smoke quickly growing thicker, curling up a little over five feet before it began turning down into itself. Normal smoke grows darker as it coagulates. This smoke never did, retaining a light gray, almost pearlish essence as it doubled into itself, coiled around itself. Twisting and writhing as if it were in pain.

The smoke began to take form. First small feet, then legs outlined in the mist. Long supple legs that rose up into gently curved hips, the smoke gently curling between them outlining the plump pussylips of a female. The smoke narrowed and flattened into a belly, then flared again outlining a pair of delectable breasts riding high on a chest, curved upwards in defiance of gravity. Even the nipples were outlined in the mist as it continued to rise. Narrowing to a slender neck, then blooming out to a narrow, elfin-like face with a wide mouth, upturned eyes, high cheekbones. Then the smoke wisped out into tendrils evocative of hair. Thick lusciously curled hair that dripped over the shoulders, curling around the face.

The mist figure moved. Shifted. Curled in on itself as in agony. The mouth opened in a silent scream. The smoke seemed to settle in on itself, becoming more solid even as it writhed in apparent torment. Flesh began to appear through the smoke. Creamy dusk, soft flesh – as soft as a newborn baby. The hair turned darker, darker to a chestnut brown, streaked with hints of flashing gold. The eyes opened, flaring in agony, revealed to be the same color as the pearlescent smoke.

And then there was no more smoke. Only a naked girl on her hands and knees looking up at him, stricken and terrified. She recognized the bond instantly and her eyes flashed with inestimable sadness as she realized she was not truly free, then went white-hot with rage.

She climbed slowly to her feet, tottering like a newborn colt before finding her balance. Chin lifting proudly. As proudly as those pretty cherry-pink nipples that clung to the tips of her juicy tits, nipples that seemed to call out for attention and caresses and hot wet mouths suckling on them, teeth nibbling.

“Release me.” Her voice held a note of command, even though it was scratchy and raw, as if from lack of use. Her voice may have been croaking and her tone commanding, but the luscious mouth those words fell from was anything but commanding. Instead itt was promising, red lips that all but begged for a fat cock to be slid between them.

If she felt naked and vulnerable, there was no sign of it. Her demeanor was every inch that of a confident, commanding warrioress – even if her body looked like it was made for nothing but getting fucked. Her legs were spread a notch, braced as if for battle. But the pose was ruined by the inviting curve of her cunt, the bare creamy flesh of her mons teasingly disappearing between the shadow of her thighs.

 

[Nighthaven]

" Release you ? " Ixchel responded, seating himself back into the black chair that he had rested in before, leaning black to permit his blue eyes to take in the view of his newest possession, the new whore that would soon be gracing costumers of all walks of life with her body. "It serves me no surprise then that your kin has fallen in numbers if that is the first thing your lips can muster. " he exclaimed, moving neither to restrain her, nor to give her any indication of what was expected of her this moment.

Ixchel just sat there, his 5'3" tall figure, clad in a Black business suit, matching most of his office in color, and even his hair, although that ma have just have looked so due to the bad lighting in this room. The only thing that starkly opposed this mans taste for the dark colors, where his eyes, of such a crystal blue that one would doubt that he could ever hold a shred of darkness in his soul, although, every now and then, it would seem as though something within his eyes was moving, as though the blue in his eyes shifted, flowed, like a blue flame that was burning within, and it was so faint, most would seem to miss it even if staring into his eyes.

" What do you know of this world ? How long have you been nothing but a memory ? Can you even realize the situation you are in ? " he begun, firing a volley of questions at her with neither a hint of dominance ore care in his words, as though it was just a boring to him to go through his notion. And given the fact that, even if he was in control of her life, she was still just a slave, and as any slave, if the Master wasn't watchful, she could dare topple her Master to regain her own freedom, though for that, the Slave had to know if her master was bluntly being careless, or confident in his ability to restrain her will to be free, for there wasn't any contraption yet that would seem capable to inhibit her powers. Though, one that had fought the very definition of a deceiver, a Demon, would likely be weary of such behavior as very well it was an invite to step right into a trap.

 

[sweetemmie]

Concern flickered in her eyes as when he spoke of the failure of her people to thrive. But she made no comment, choosing instead to utilize those few seconds to test the bond connecting her to him.

It was resilient. An unbreakable connection that left her helpless. Even as her magical senses explored it to see what it would do, she received her answer. She didn’t want to answer his questions, because it betrayed weakness. Nonetheless, she found herself answering. And not just answering, but answering as she would a commander. In concise responses that answered not only the question itself, but the spirit of it.

“Tis world? Plenty. This time? Nothing. I know not what year it is. I was trapped in Shrewsbury in the year 1316, when the Daimon Buer poisoned the fields of the West and stopped the crops. Millions of humans have died.” She paused, testing the bond again before answering. And when she did, though she spoke true, hatred burned in her voice. “I know my situation is whatever you decree it to be, unless you choose to release me. If you do, I will reward you. If you do not, one of my kind will kill you and free me.”

She spoke with complete confidence, but inside she doubted. Was it true? Were there few of her kind left? There had been so many. Bright beautiful faces flashed before her mind, a flowing river of Guardian warriors. Were they gone? The idea of it left an aching hole in her spirit, and while she knew he may be lying to her, it FELT true. She had no time to mourn them though, she needed to free herself.

She studied her captor, head tilting to the side. Soft brown hair brushed over her bare nipples. No, not captor. Her master, if she was honest with herself. He was not human, she saw that at first glance. Precisely WHAT he was she was not certain. But it wasn’t human. His clothing was unfamiliar, as were many of the things in the room. But clothing and furniture changed over time, and this was clearly a different time than what she remembered.

“What is it you want from me?” The answer could be truth, it could be a lie. She knew this man was capable of either.

 

[Nighthaven]

" What I want is many a thing, though what I want from you, I already have. " Ixchel responded, evaluating her response as he rose from his seat, and decided that obviously she was incapable of ignoring his words, much less go against direct orders, making the bond as her new owner much more powerful then he had expected, which would render additional means of controlling her meaningless. Though there was still that little detail, by nature her presence, her touch, was to pleasant in general, an it would serve him little if costumers would finish with her before they truly even started.

" Turn and present your Pussy ! Do assure to spreads it's pedals, I mean to see if you laid with anyone yet. " he commands her then, approaching the round, blood red carpet she stood on, no longer glowing with the magic that unsealed her cage only to release her into Slavery. And Ixchel made no show of cruelty nor pleasure, as though devoid of such emotion, there was just that calculative look of one considering a merchandise, and not showing that much of interest in it, which would seem unnatural to most given what a precious find he had made here, one that most humans in this world would pay millions for, just to take her to bed until they realized that pleasure with her body was bliss, but also short-lived, and that she was much more a delight being shown off like a doll in her current state.

Still, she was to wear a collar yet, one to restrain her natural abilities, and even alter part of them, so that once captive of it's power, this Creature, a Guardian as they had called themselves once, would merely enhance and invite the pleasure Humans longed for, for hours if must be, without draining them of the endurance to do so just through a sheer pleasure overload.

" Have you ever copulated with another ?! " He demands firmly then though, moving to get behind her and have a look himself at that one good between her legs that soon would be a much desired and rented out addition to his Brothel.

 

[sweetemmie]

Hatred flared in Jarita’s mist-gray eyes at his brusque command. Ruthless self-awareness developed over centuries of battle had her aware that as a slave, her fate would likely be a sexually focused one, but she had hoped it would be otherwise.

Once again, she tested the bond. This time not simply an exercise of examination. This was all action, focusing on struggling to resist. Centuries of trained focus and willpower was exercised. It was one of the toughest mental battles she had ever fought. Sweat slicked her gold-dust skin as she fought the compulsion, her muscles quivering, her forehead lining in deep furrows. Her entire vibrated, eyes rolling back in her head from the furious internal battle.

She lasted two seconds.

Two awful, painful seconds before she succumbed to the compulsion, her traitorous, trembling body slowly turning, a lovely firm heart-shaped ass flexing as she continued to fight in vain. Long sleek legs spread as she bent at her hips, offering herself to him. An exquisite offering of soft, sleek hatred. Small but strong fingers reached behind herself, plucking those pretty creamy pink petals and peeling them apart, deeper pink fuckmeat glistening within. Her hymen was intact and whole, unlike many adult women whose hymen was already partially broken. When it was broken, it would give the breaker her blood.

“I have not.” She answered honestly and concisely, but rage inept rage vibrated with each syllable. “Name a price, release me and I will get it for you. You know not what I am and what I am capable of. My people will destroy you if you fail to release me.” In the last time she was aware of, the existence of her kind was unknown except as myth and legend – myths and legends they never hesitated to utilize. And a Guardian never left a Guardian in need. They would come and rescue her, she was certain of it. But better if she could escape on her own rather than enduring unknown humiliations before they could find her.

Jarita refused to consider that the strength of her people had vanished. It was unthinkable.

 

[Nighthaven]

" Good. " was the simple response from Ixchel whom promptly stepped behind her, his right hand reaching out to bluntly perform an aggressive massage of her Clitoris. There was neither lust nor abuse in that action, but plainly a skilled attempt to prepare her so that her body would react in it's most Natural way, to prepare itself for a possible penetration, and it did not seem that, as it should have been, it would give him pleasure, it was as though this dark figure with his piercing eyes was wholly unaffected by the true bliss that it should be to merely touch her skin in any desirable manner.

" From today on, you'll be working in this Brothel, you will work as a simple whore, and your only purpose will be to sate whatever desire your next costumer seeks to be fulfilled from you. " he begun to explain, idly going on to assault her Clit, and he bluntly would expect her to remain in this pose to let it happen, but prepared to order her so that she would not escape this humiliation, or as it may be for some, an outright degradation by his action alone, even if his words already where destroying worlds with their degradation of this proud being to the most basic tool for men to find pleasure in.

" If the costumer desires it, and pays the right amount, he can rape and beat you bloody, and you'll thank him for choosing your services. " he went on in his explanation, although he had no intention to let any long-term damage to come to her, it would be bad for business if she would be unable to perform for to long, and Ixchel still had to consider those creatures that came of their own free will to work at his brothel, Death and permanent damage would be bad publicity for him, and part of the Sanctuaries purpose was their safekeeping.

" You'll be paid weekly, based on your performance, and you can do as you wish with the money, and while your off work, you may do as your pleased. Once called upon though, you will drop everything in favor of bedding a costumer, or to respond to my calling. " his explanation went on, as though she had any choice in that matter, or even as though he was doing her any good, though the utter lack of a choice being given was enough to state already that this wasn't optional, Jarita was meant to drop her proud heritage and merely spread her legs for any whom could pay the price, worse, there was even a price, as he suggested, that permitted a costumer to hurt and abuse her.

" Now, do tell, how does it feel to have your cunt assaulted, Slave ? " he spoke then outright, as though meaning to Humiliate her further, and doing so in part already by not bothering still to ask her name, nor regard her as person, but merely as a slave, for the first time naming her place, and with it, clearly stating that there was no intent to release her. The most likely destructive part though was the value of his words as she wasn't just going to experience unwanted sexual service for him, but towards anyone.

 

[sweetemmie]

Jarita flinched when his hand touched her in that intimate place, her cheeks flushing crimson. How long had it been since she blushed? Centuries, at least. She didn’t remember it. Nakedness did not bother her, it was the natural way of things. But this….this terrible feeling of being….USED. She did not know how to deal with it, was helpless to resist him, and the shame of it was overwhelming. It was worse then being imprisoned in a piece of tawdry jewelry. Worse than being defeated by a small but cunning demon and having to be rescued by her brethren long, long ago. Worse than anything.

And it was at the hands of….something. She knew not what. Not demon. Not human either, for he resisted her compelling magic that promised them pleasures beyond imagining, making them slavishly eager to please angels. In truth, he seemed almost bored by it all, and that was the most horrible thing of all. How utterly CASUAL about using her body.

She forced herself to pay attention to his words, tried in vain to ignore his fingers strumming her pussy like an experienced master musician on a guitar. Tried and failed to ignore the slick wetness pearling her soft flesh. Tried and failed to ignore the heat blooming in her lower belly.

But she did listen. Carefully parsing each word, searching for holes she could exploit to search out her freedom. What she did hear made her feel like vomiting. HER? A guardian? Destruction of demons? A simple whore in a whorehouse? It was unthinkable. And yet here she was, bent over in front of this stranger with his hands on her drooling pussy.

She snarled back at him, “I hate it.” It felt childish to say, but it was true. Her kind rarely actually had sex, and then only with other guardians. They used their sexuality as a tool. Some would say weapon, but the Guardians preferred to use the term tool. Never had a hand not her own touched her there. Never had another body part intruded in her like she was certain he intended. Hatred so intense she almost puked swept over her. She wanted him dead – in the nastiest ways possible. And she knew a LOT of nasty ways to kill.

The only thing that comforted her was he had provided some potential opportunities to pursue her freedom. She would take advantage of those, and when she DID gain her freedom….he would suffer. She would see to that.

 

[Nighthaven]

" You may claim such, but your body is responding favorably. " Ixchel proclaims, removing his hand from her still pure womanhood and it's shameful display or need, infused due to his uninvited touch. " You'll have your first tryout tomorrow, you'll loose your virginity then ! " he announces, moving back towards his table where he procures a black, near metallic looking ring, a collar of sorts that seems devoid of any mechanism to open it up.

" Stand ! came his next order then, demanding her to assume a pose ion where he could approach her close enough to reach that black ring at her neck, causing half of it to disintegrate into nothingness, only to assume it's proper shape again one the metal like structure was placed to her neck, sealing her in to display her as a mere slave, not only by the magic that binds her to him, but with the physical telltale as well.

This collar did more though, it's origin already visibly magical with how it seems to open and close without and mechanical aid, nor any commands given by him. No, this, device, it was actively influencing it's captive, sealing in not only Jarita as obvious sign of her captivity, but her magic as well, prohibiting a vast amount of her natural and learned abilities to be used, as though they where not there to begin with, whilst seemingly altering those few traits she had left in some form.

For one, there was the hint of wings, not quite visible, and one could guess them easily as a trick of the mind, or the mischievous play of light. In fact though, it was an illusion, a falsehood that invites a person to see what he wanted as, for one that came to bed and use a strange creature, her human apparel may have been to little truly to entice them, there where human women a plenty to be had after all. No, this particular trick was a suggestion, one that, if one desired so, would leave her look an angel, complete with wings that one could touch, feel and even abuse, granting Jarita the curse to feel and move these wings when another saw them, unable to gain any practical use, other then the sensation of one touching, or torturing them.
Otherwise, unless suggested or desired, they where in fact not there though, as was natural for her current appeal, and even she would not be able to see or activate them as their appearance, that pure feathered white, was utterly dependent on the next person that desired to ruin something so utterly pure by nature.

The other, likely more sense-able trick towards Jarita was however a true act of genius, and towards her, cruelty, as that natural sensation of pure bliss she'd give any mortal on touch, was neither removed from her, nor would she be able to control it, in fact, it's very Nature was being twisted, it's potency reduced, and like the falsehood those illusions of wings offered, utterly dependent on other persons. No longer would her body grand bliss to another in the same shape it would have done before, but rather, suggest her as the perfect target for whatever depravity another might desire her body for. It was to work now like an Aphrodisiac, acting upon the desires of another, so that, if one truly craved to love her, she'd be a rather desirable lover in his bed, just as she would be a perfect victim towards one that sought to corrupt or hurt her.

This suggestive power was kept at a minimum though, she couldn't be to perfect after all, or it would cause to many problems, having men spend their last dime just to be with her again, it may only end up raising undesirable voices towards the Sanctuary, and Ixchel kept the Brothels image well in mind with these alterations. It wasn't even about maxing his income, the Brothel he runs was well frequented, and even required some of the inhabitants to do one or the other house-call. No, it was in a way, truly to protect these creatures, even before themselves, although, there might still be other reasons, but Ixchel was none to easily offer suggestions on what went on in his mind.

" Now, how skilled are you at all in bed ? Have you pleasured another yet ?! " he'd demand, turning away right after placing the collar around her neck, moving to his table where a hit one of plenty buttons to call for one of his other, employees, so that he could get Jarita settled in before her big day tomorrow, and he was intending to involve her answer directly into the selection process of those individuals that may bit for her virginity, it was, after all, only this one time that one could truly enjoy her purity, which is worth a decent amount of money, and after that, she just would be another whore, one in training, but a whore no less.

 

[sweetemmie]

Wetness and pleasure was a natural response to his experienced, masterful simulation. But despite being older than the pyramids of Egypt, she was more naïve than the average college-aged human girl when it came to sexuality. Sex was simply not of interest to most guardians. Her face went hot with shame at his pointed notice of her body’s excitement, and for the first time in her long, long life she hated her own body. She refused to reward him with a verbal response, balling her small hands up into fists, her nails digging into her palms.

Well, her human form of it anyway. She was quite certain if she was in her true form she would NOT be having this issue. But guardians never shifted into their true form in front of humans. Or whatever this…detestable THING was in front of her.

When she was forced to stand and face him, it was all she could do to stop from baring her teeth at him. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to fight him, to tear him apart, to win her freedom. But she could not. The enslavement spell did not allow her to harm him in any way.

She watched warily as he lifted the collar, silently urging her feet to run. She didn’t know what the collar did, but her magical senses tingled, warning of a threat. Her feet refused to obey, standing just as he had ordered them too despite her leg muscles straining to move them. Curse her traitorous body!

When the collar closed around her she sensed a magical….shift in her. A pinch on her back. But was unable to sort out what precisely it was doing to her. Whether that was because of the enslavement enchantment or the collar, she wasn’t certain.

“No.” Her response was short and to the point, fury radiating from the short syllable. Eyes tracing his every movement. Assessing. Searching for weakness she may be able to exploit. Finding nothing….yet.
But everyone had a weakness. She would find his. She would earn her freedom.

 

[Nighthaven]

" Good. " Ixchel stated. " I can marked you as inexperienced, a lot of men eager to good money to rape and corrupt new girl. If your Lucky though, your first might fall for your good looks and treat you well. I wouldn't count on it though ! " he bluntly stated, and speaking the truth at that, give that, with Human's not considering anyone outside their own kin as, below them, many took that excuse to enjoy showing their worst side, so that the fetish of many humans took them to darker fantasies, and that wasn't even exclusive towards men alone there, there where more then enough women looking to let of steam with a young looking man, even some that relished to have another woman worship them as they where perfection incarnate, and their rental just a lowly shred of filth.

Such held true especially for new employee's, as more known once had more or less a frequent costumer base, and some of these guys and girls working in the Sanctuary had show a certain type of skill, like dominating the costumer with such finesse and skill, and in two cases, even those that turned the tables on costumers as some actually paid to be on the receiving end of a Non-consensual play, or even a rape, showing just how deeply humanities depravity could go, and how much perversion could be unleashed by them if only they where given the means to do so.

Ixchel would casually return back to his seed now. leaving Jarita to stand there for a moment with the cruelty of the truth to occupy her, that he so bluntly expected her to be hurt and abused, and fully expecting her to take it, showing her with his inaction against such acts that he neither cared nor mind that she was to be subjected to one of the less savory experiences a mortal woman could fall victim to, only that this may be an experience worse by a few hundred times for one that was, before this moment, had been unreachable by mortal hands, and by those hands, her pride was going to be taken from her in some bed in this establishment, just to prepare her for a life of sex and servitude.

That silence from the man at the table would last only a few moments though, as finally someone knocked at the door, acknowledged by a brief " Enter ! " exclaimed by Ixchel. Moments later the door would open up, and a 6'4" Tall man would enter, black shoulder-long hair crowning his head, alongside two blood red, unevenly broken horns, giving him away as something of a demon kin. This man, was in fact, a full blown demon, and with his stern face, and his good looks, it wasn't hard to derive what plane of hell he may have sprung from, as clearly Lust was the source of his power.

Strangely though he was neither emitting a lust inducing aura through which his kin could corrupt even the most Innocent into sexual depravity, nor did he show any sign at all of demonic power as such, and with the same black collar adorning his neck as was placed around Jarita's, it wasn't hard to guess as to why that was, as his kind should be thriving in this establishment, and more then likely have thrown the entire city around them into a living hell of abuse and inequality between men and women, the very embodiment of what the word Rape described, for as charming and alluring as a woman's eye's might find him, he was anything that would promote any female gender as a mere tool to men, with no freedom of choice.

" Elladal. " Ixchel greeted this vile creature in his finest black business suit, much like the one that Ixchel wore himself, although Ellada, as Ixchel greeted him, clearly was wearing a cheaper counterfeit version of that suit in a vain attempt to copy the Brothels owner, or perhaps to least look the gentleman, a seducer of fair women.

" Sir. " the demon Responded, glimpsing briefly over towards Jarita, though showing no hint of hatred for her, nor any particular interest in her body, which in itself was rather strange for his kin to whom the Female body was their greatest desire and weapon against Humanity.

" This is your new Sister, Jarita, you and Kina will be mentoring her until she is fit to take her own costumers. She'll be broken into, and after that, you and Kina can take her on jobs, put her to good use there. " Ixchel ordered blunty, causing the Demon to bend in submission and not once showing even the desire to back-stab, murder or betray the human looking man, which was so unlike the usually power-hungry creatures.

" Yes Sir. " Elladal answered briefly, and then looked back at Jarita, ushering in neither a hostile nor friendly tone " Come then, Sister, I'll show you around. ", requesting for her to follow him so he can show her around, and for that matter, get her dressed, for as much as this was a brothel, and as much as Ixchel was treating Jarita a mere slave, this place was, as she'd soon learn, not purely hell for one like her, least, if she had known what the world had come to, and at the very least, for now nothing would seem to restrain her at her current spot now, so for now, she was free to move as she liked again, for as long as she did as Ixchel pleased.