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((Even though Renn has horns and a devil's tail too. x3
And as always, just using Renn's post format for the brothers because I am too lazy to define them.))

Renn tilted his chin up ever so slightly at the first comment, his pride evident. Whilst the comment was a simple and undefined one, it was more or less tantamount to a compliment. Well, through a slave's translation, at least. The demon stood silent as he watched the vampire wander among the cages.
His pride faltered a little at the next words, and he gave a small shrug and a smile. "Black collars sell easy, but are difficult to catch." He replied by way of an explanation. And it was quite true. The demand for black collars was high, but unfortunately the availability of traders actually able to catch them to begin with, let alone hold the slaves long enough to get them here, was not nearly so high.

Before the vampire sat two young men. Black hair, black horns, black tail, moon white skin. Clearly brothers, they were the epitome of the harmony between ebony and ivory. The only thing that saved them from appearing to belong in a black and white film was that pale tinge of colour in their skin and the dark blue of the younger's shirt, and of course the dark cherry-wood of the twin crucifix's that hung about their necks. To say this was an anomaly in devils was an understatement. But still, the most striking features of the boys were their eyes, even if only one set was open at current.
These eyes had deep red pupils, exploding from which was a bright white which seemed to dance like fire with the black edges of the iris. The two shades seemed to merge together seamlessly, without making a grey blur in between. Their eyes had not always been as such, however. At birth, they had, like any other devil, been black irises with dark red pupils. The white that shined in them now they could only contribute to the ever presence of Kadmiel these past few years...

However; the young devil's thoughts weren't on his eyes, nor those near-identical orbs of his sleep-feigning older brother. No, they were focused instead on the vampire in front of him. His unique eyes were playing of the vampire's face and body, but he said nothing, nor made any response to the words. They weren't directed to him, after all, even if they were about him.
The devil, Lemuel, simply sat in silence, fiddling with his crucifix as his dark tail swished back and forth behind him out of boredom. His brother was still resting his head against the bars, eyes closed. His breathing was slow and he looked very much asleep, but Lemuel knew he wasn't.

Renn, on the other hand, was not ignoring the vampire. He had a much more genuine smile on his lips this time as he approached the cages.
"Ah, a wonderful choice, Mr Credence. I have no doubt these two will certainly pique your interest," He began, his voice confident, "Lemuel is seventeen and Deus is nineteen-" A hand gesture to each brother in turn, "-However; as devils both are far past their age of maturity and will not age any further for another century or two at least. They come from a most intriguing background. I shan't say too much, for I have no doubt these are stories you wish to hear from them, but they have spent their last five years under the care and tutor of one Kadmiel Triste, an angel who was training them to..." A nose cringe and pause "-exorcise hosts."
As a demon himself, it was quite understandable for him to have a distaste for Kadmiel's occupation, and his desire to pass it on to the two devils before him, but he, like any other, still found it quite a curious occurrence. It's not every day that devils get taught to worship God and destroy their own kind, after all.

"All said and done, however; it is my knowledge that these two are not particularly bad slaves, if you understand my meaning. If it weren't for the extremities of their actions, they could really be considered white collars. But... Devils will be devils." Another smile, this time with a hint of a pride an a smirk. Devils different ever so slightly from demons, mainly due to lineage, but the differences were so slim that the two could be used interchangeably, however; most demons and devils tend not to do as such.

Lemuel let out a very quite, agreeable sound, and turned his face (but not his body) to glance over at his brother. The chain from his collar that tethered him to the ground rattled softly with the motion, but he ignored it. The corners of Deus' lips were turned down ever so slightly. He didn't like Renn mentioning Kadmiel the way he did either.

The shopkeep gave a small, smug smile at Sebastian's words. He hadn't even given the price yet! (Which, he was rather ashamed to add, was very careless of him. He'd been in such a state today! Master would not be happy...). But, he did not doubt that the vampire would pay any price he offered. The male clearly had the money to spare, and he was certainly hooked on the brothers, so it was a sure sale.
"Of course, Mr Credence," He smiled, "I will take care of it personally. If you will just step back a moment..." Not that there was anyone else here who could take care of it. But nevertheless, it was the thought that counted.
The small demon moved over to the cage and took the lock in his hand. A small mutter and the padlock unclipped and seem to melt away into nothingness through his fingers. He opened the door and stepped into the cage. Unlike the devil within, Renn was just short enough to be able to stand inside the cage. Or at least, he would have been were it not for his long horns. So alas, the demon did indeed have to stoop. But that was no problem; Renn was used to it.

Lemuel flinched a little when Renn came over and grasped the chain that tethered him to the ground, but made no sound, nor any other movement. He was perfectly still as the chain tether melted away, and a black leather leash took it's place, clasped to the collar about his neck.
Renn led the hesitant devil from the cage, and handed the leash to the vampire with a bright smile.
Lemuel was silent as he watched Renn enter his brother's cage. One hand was clasped firmly around his crucifix, the other fiddling with the chain from which is hung. The shackles around his wrists stopped his hands from parting, and he wanted to hold his cross, so he had nothing much to do with the other hand. Fiddling seemed as good of a thing as any.

"Alright Deus," Renn cooed as he stepped over, "Time to wake up." It was obvious from his amused voice that he knew that Deus was already awake. Nevertheless, there was no reaction from the slumbering devil. It became evident that the devil was indeed, however; when he grabbed Renn's wrist the instant the demon's skin brushed the chain, his eyes snapping open.
A moment of silence while demon stared at devil and the devil stared alike. It didn't last long though, and ended with Deus releasing the shopkeeper's wrist. It had simply been a reflex to grab it in the first place. Something he really needed to practice getting out of the habit of...

The devil's tail flickered irritably as the leash was clasped and he was lead from the cage. It wasn't the leash or the cage or the idea of slavery that bothered him. Just that it was a demon who was selling him... How degrading. Deus was quick to straighten himself up, chin high and back straight, asserting his dominance over the demon.
He stepped past the demon in a dismissing manner, stopping just behind and to the side of his brother so that his left shoulder just barely touched Lemuel's right. His body language didn't change from that he had presented Renn. But his eyes, not unlike his brothers, dragged slowly down the body of whom appeared to be his new Master and up again. His chin tilted up just the slightest, but he did not look directly into the vampire's own, rather gazing at the corners. He was testing the waters; seeing just what was and wasn't allowed with the elder. It was obvious that he wasn't as forceful with asserting a position of dominance with this male, but also that he wasn't about to accept the role of a submissive, either. It was a respectful act, one quite uncommon with devils, and virtually unseen with black-collars. Lemuel's own eyes were travelling lazily about the room. He wasn't fussed about sizing up his new Master, he was just enjoying being able to stand up straight!

A quiet, displeased sound escaped the demon, however; at having been dismissed in such a manner, but he brushed it off. The devil would be gone in a matter of minutes anyway.
"If you'll follow me." Renn gestured after handing the second leash to the vampire. He moved past the trio then and back down the stairs. Upon his arrival on the first floor he moved over to the cabinet behind his desk and fumbled through the draws and files until he found the two he was searching for.
"Twenty thousand each, but as you're taking about of them, I'll cut you a deal," The demon smiled when the three reached the first floor behind him, "Thirty-five for the two. Just sign where there are red stars and you will be good to go." He indicated to the lines with his pen. His sales today were incredible! Master would surely forgive the few mistakes he had made. Hell, perhaps he should make more if business like this was the result!

((Just reply on the first floor. :] ))

The lower two floors bustled with life. It seemed the shop had hit rush hour, which was very disturbing to the demon. He didn't have time to tend to customers, which was why they wandered, neglected, on the other two floors. The door of the stairwell to the third floor was locked. Here, there were no customers and the whole floor was ominously quiet. Most of the slaves barely breathed. Even black collars knew when it was wise to shut up.

There was a twisted smirk on Renn's lips as the slave groaned and shifted. Renn had a petite figure, and he looked young. His wide eyes and childish form often confused people when they were met with any hint of his true personality. From the silence from the majority of the slaves on this floor, it was evident that they had either not seen before or simply forgotten what kind of a temper the little demon had. He didn't lose it often, but when he did...
He was licking blood off his fingers idly, like a child whose ice cream had melted. To say that he was furious would be a vast understatement.

"This Emporium has been open for longer than I have been alive. And I have been alive for far longer than I'm sure your pathetic little mind can truly comprehend," Renn started lowly now that Evric was showing signs of returning to consciousness, "And in all that time... All that time... Never has a slave been returned..." Anger was starting to seep back into his voice, "Over a millennium of a hundred percent customer satisfaction... Ruined. You're lucky that I should even leave you alive." His voice was more of a demonic hiss by the end of his words. He licked the last of the vampire's blood off his fingertips.
His own clothes would need changing, having a fair amount of the other's blood soaked into the fibres, but it hadn't been much of a fight. The other was already in a pretty bad shape from the traders, but Renn wasn't one to hold himself back just because his victim was already injured. He was quite prepared to tear the creature limb from limb and put him in a state he could never recover from, but he knew his Master would be displeased. Master would be displeased already... He could as good as feel the shrapnel-spiked whips biting into the soft flesh of his back already.

His Master was a fan of medieval torture devices, and a specially designed cat o' nine tails was his favourite. The leather rope was cut immensely long so he could tie multiple knots into the end half of it's length, and slide small metal shrapnel into the weaves for added damage. And that was one of the more generalised punishments. With Renn healing so quickly, it left his Master the freedom to get quite... creative with his punishments, to say the least. Now not to be mistaken, Renn was quite a fan of masochism, but there was only so much that a body could take, and his Master took that and a dozen times more. It moved beyond the realm of pleasure, beyond even that of torture. Master left Renn on the very edge of his life then dragged him back just so he could do it all again. Renn could hardly stand it. But... It made Master feel better. And hurting the half-blood made Renn feel better. He had been roughed up by the traders yes, but it was Renn who had put the majority of the damage in. And he'd barely scratched the surface of his anger. If it weren't for the customers only a floor down he would have Evric in a barely recognisable heap, crumpled in the corner of his cage.

"For every mark on my body, I promise ten on yours." He hissed quietly, a sick amusement seeping into those last words, but fury was still the salient emotion. Oh how he longed to tear into that milky flesh and wreck true havoc on that slender form. Though he wore a collar, it was easy to forget he was a slave, but those words brought a verbal reminder, which was at this point in time the only sign that there was any likelihood of Evric ever leaving here alive.

He had been distracted the day that they brought the halfling in and he had paid for it. He had been too glad to get rid of him. Didn't take enough time to ensure they were the best possible match. For whatever Evric had done, it was ultimately Renn's fault that he was here, and that made Renn angrier than the fact that the other had been returned at all. It would make Master angrier too. The demon sucked a deep breath in between his teeth before straightening himself out, smoothing crinkles out of his blood stained garments. He would need to clean Evric up before he reopened this floor, but he didn't trust himself to do that just yet and he knew he couldn't leave the floor closed much longer. What to do, what to do...

o o c :: Okay. There is so much wrong with your post. But I did my best to try and work around it. We can peg most of it down to sensory disruption and lack of comprehension anyway; he did receive some bad head wounds after all. Just try to have a more thorough read through of the Story and the floor, okay?
I can't believe it took me so long to get around to replying to this. It was just completely removed from my mind for so long there.