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Revenge (JinmeiXaolung & Archon)

Archon

Super-Earth
Joined
Dec 25, 2014
So he finally sold it.

Those words were exactly Demian's thoughts. The house were he grew up, where he could find the last memories of his father: sold and demolished to make an office building. That rat even got the idea of buying the little ice cream shop right in front of it, just to demolish another part of his infancy.

Mr fucking Black. The beginning and end of all his grief. The most corrupt business man in the whole continent, who once wanted to buy Max Callahan's, Demian's father, information business. Knowing how this man was, Max feared for the safety of the whole country, and refused to sell at every step, even as the money offers became ridiculous. Going back and forth in this meetings, Mark Black met Demian´s mother, Alice, and he instantly acquiered an infatuation with her. His greed could not fathom that she was with Max.

This man was taking a lot of things that Mr Black wanted, and Mark always got what he wanted. It is no wonder that a month later, after her mother had turned down all of his pretentious attempts to separate them, his father died in a driving accident. Getting asleep is what the forensics called it, but Demian knew very well that crucial information regarding toxines in his father blood misteriouly dissapeared from the morgue.

Alice was devastated. The only family she had left was Demian. It was understandable that she would approach the confort and safety Mr Black was offering. With the business beign sold now to this man, and having to keep Demian safe and well maintained, she finally surrendered and married Mark Black.

Demian, on the other hand, got trapped in some kind of void inside him. He could not feel anything at all. Nor peace, Nor happiness, nor sorrow. Nothing. He just moved to the Black's mansion, kept going to college, spent a lot of time inside his room, doing nothing. A whole year of just waiting for the days to end came and went. Seeing his house, his home, destroyed woke him up like a bucket of cold water. It all came to his head and flashed in front of is eyes. He saw all the sutile and not so sutile mischiefs Mr Black was doing to him ever since he got under his protection (so to speak). All the unesessary evil he enjoyed performing on Demian.

That was it.
It was time to show that another man's life is not something to toy with. He torn the columns of his life appart. Very well. Demian would do just that then. He would not hold back anything. His imagination was the limit.

He got up his motorcycle, and sped up, making plans in his head while he drove along that sunset coated highway. He would need a lot of nerve, and plenty of opportunities, but he had made up his mind. And the fire in his chest seemed endless.
 
Anna was a freshly legal girl, just turned 18 and was ready to start really moving up with her life. Thanks to her dad, money had never really been an issue for her but that didn't mean she felt she could lounge about all day long without a single care in the world - quite the opposite in fact. She was a firm believer in making a plan and sticking to it, and this came in the form of her college to career plan that was soon completely derailed when dear daddy decided to marry a complete stranger. Apparently she was an interest of his that always avoided his advances, and through some less than tactful means he had her husband...disappear. It left a bad taste in her mouth, but she passed it off as just another necessity living at home.

The girl had long black hair that reached down to her shoulder blades, her skin was as pure as freshly fallen snow -still untouched by anyone. Her body figure wasn't all that bad either, she had perky C-cup breasts with a smooth stomach down to a pear shaped bottom which she was proud to show off.

This night had started like any other, Demian had stormed out of the house to god knows where and a few hours later she heard his motorbike roaring down the road, "He disappears for longer and longer each time.." She murmured to herself softly, taking a quick glance out the window. Yeah, that midnight delinquent was legally her brother, not that she'd ever admit it openly. She drew in a small breath as she leaned over the edge of her bed, pulling the flimsy nightie on over her naked frame and slipping out of her room towards the front door. She paused on the staircase, leaning on the handrail as she awaited her step-brother's entrance back into the mansion.
 
Arriving to the mansion was always an excruciating experience. Since the gardens on the front were so big, the action of "entering" the house was always delayed by the five minutes it took to go from the entrance to the front door or the garage. The thing was that the mere act of driving by the gardens was a reminder of his new life, and had to endure this every time until he reached the doors.
Nevertheless, this time felt different. Something was telling him that this place would change for him. That it would support him in his vengeance.

Coming to Mr Black thru a direct attack was the most foolish decision. A mob like the one he manages would end the young man's life in a heartbeat (and possibly made it look like he fell of a bridge, or something like that). Trying to take control over his resources would prove to be futile as well, since the rise of the slightest threat was quickly solved brutally, with Mr Black ending on top of everything. The police were indirectly his employees. He really needed something new.

He parked his motorcycle in the dirty spot of the bigger garage, quietly streched his 6 foot high body and took his helmet off, absent mindedly arranging his black hair. He took the back stairs to the side of the back garden, and then entered a lonely hall. He did not want everybody seeing him enter. Regardless of this last desire, remembering all these scenes from his past made him nostalgic. Maybe, just maybe, he could cross paths with her mother before she left for the weekend with Mr Black as they always did.

He walked to the middle of the living room, and looked around, but no one was to be seen. He was ready to give up, when he heard footsteps on the stairs. He halted, hoping for this sound to be Alice, but it was Anna Black, his step-sister. An idea appeared in his mind, and he was amazed by how fast he had changed into his new mindset. Maybe he did not know Mr Black's weakpoints, but she could surely help. He streched his leather jacket and walk to meet her at the stairs' end.

-"Good afternoon Anna. What are you doing up so late? Don't you have class tomorrow?"-

He finished the sentece looking up with his dark blue eyes.
 
Anna let out a small yawn, though it didn't appear to be out of fatigue as she cast her gaze down at her new Step-brother. She couldn't say she hated the guy, though saying she liked him would be stretching the truth too. It was more that he was never really around for her to talk to or get to know really. It bothered her a bit. Just a bit. She blinked a little bit as he spoke, now she'd heard his voice before but it was normally seething with a dark, inner hatred of everything around him. This time however, his voice carried a far more dangerous tone, not anger, not hatred, but clarity. Whatever had fogged her step-brother's mind up to this point was long gone.

"Yes, but it's a class I've already gotten more than enough credit in so my attendance tomorrow isn't mandatory."

She smiled down the steps in response at him, taking a seat right there on the stairway and leaning her head against the railing, "Were you visiting that place again?" She cocked her head a bit as she asked and it didn't take a genius to know she was asking if he was visiting his old home. She traced a finger down the post where she rest, her eyes once more raking over her step-brother's figure and even in the dark of the hall she could tell something had changed about him. Something deep down inside. Part of her liked that look in his eyes, like that of the hero standing before the demon king just before their final battle. Though, she did begin to wonder just who might be his Demon King...? Or perhaps...he was the demon king? It was hard to say right off the bat, though the tone in his voice lead her to believe that this conversation had more in store for her than it seemed to entail.
 
Barely dressed in with that bravado. Demian smiled to himself how different was to grow up in such an environment. He had to admit that she kept herself in good form, and she had help beign naturally beautiful. Nobody could deny that. But showing it off like nobody cared, or if like nobody had nothing better to do but to look at them. A common Black family trait. Nevertheless, this was precisely why his revenge would have such the desired effect. He knew that he did not have to get ahead of himself. He had to move, little by little. And so, he stared to show a small smile. Only big enough to start getting her good side.

He heard Anna's question, and took a deep breath before telling her in his deep voice:
-"By your answer I still don't know if you are planning to go or not. I do have to go. Maybe I can give you a lift, and since you have asked, I can tell you what I see at night when I go out"-

He had to begging closing the gap between them. The gigantic gap that he made, and that he never thought he would have to close some day. Still, it could be done. Demian was counting on the intrigue he would cause on her, to attract her like a light to a fly. But all with utmost care. Always with care. Until the moment came.
 
Anna would be lying if she ever said that she wasn't curious about the night world. She'd never been allowed out of the house past a certain hour - daddy's rules you know. She pondered this for a moment, the idea of her once so very distant step-brother suddenly taking an interest in her school life and even offering to give her a lift to class? Now she was certain that something was different, and part of her wanted to see just what he had in store.

She returned his smile with one of her own, giving a small nod, "I guess I'll go too, since you're offering a ride." she purred lightly before adjusting one of the straps of her nightie - it had slipped off her shoulder showing off a bit more skin than she usually liked. Though, once she were back in her own room she'd just be tossing the thing aside anyways.

She rose from her step, still leaning on the handrail and casting a careful, yet thoughtful gaze down at her step-brother. Wait a minute...? Did she even remember his name..? Oh, right. Demian. She had a feeling that sometime in the future, this guy was going to change things rather drastically.
 
And so it begins. Anna agreeded nothing else he had to do there. -"Ok then. Meet me on the second garage door tomorrow. Have breakfast before if you want. I usually take it on campus."- This was, of course, because he never wanted to share the table with all the Blacks and their employees. It has always been like this, and even if she knew it, or have noticed it, it was best to remind her, just to start stinging her a little more.

His eyes moved a little to her hand as she arranged her straps. Her great skin showing a moment. It was hard to believe that looking like that she had never brought a boyfriend to the house. Demian did not know if she even had one, but if she did, she was very secretive with them. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, he saw her get back up, swaying her body. Once she was out of sight, he erased that stupid smile he had put up to her and moved to the kitchen to eat something on his own.

He never would have guessed that he would find Anna's aunt, Mr Black's sister, sitting at a table.
 
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