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 Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 3:22 pm
 This is the most recent residence which Cadence has taken possession of. The glass which surrounds the building is bullet-proof, which makes it strong enough to hand strong winds and storms. The front building, the one shaped like a violin, is simply a staircase; it leads to the first and second floor, as well as the roof top. It also leads into the basement. The first floor contains the kitchen, dining room, and living room, as well as a portion of the library, which spans all three floors (although it is separated in the basement). In the back there is a pool surrounded by greenery, much like the rooftop greenery which also has a pool. The basement, aside from the slave bedrooms and baths, is used for storage of old things which belonged to her family that she has to get around to selling. The second floor holds the Master and Guest bed and bathrooms, as well as a 'Special' hidden room which is for Cadence only. It is an exact replica of the room which was supposed to be her little brother's. That is a highlight in her childhood, and one of her few emotional weaknesses. It is connected to her bedroom by a fireplace, which has a hidden door in behind it. AttendeesCamellia Mistress
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 8:08 pm
 
Something soft was under him when he regained a semblance of his thought and he cuddled into it warmly. It felt so good, whatever it was. He hadn't felt something like it in ages and he didn't want to move. Nuzzling is face into the softness, he finally fluttered open his eyes and all but panicked. He fell off the soft couch that he had been laying on and onto the hard floors. It jarred his head in an annoying way, but he placed a hand over his head. What the...? What happened to him and where was he?
Confused, he got up weakly supporting himself on his wobbly legs and started forward. He was in a house, check. Someone's house. Fogginess and softness clouded his head as he proceeded forward, hitting the wall at times to regain his balance. Now he felt like a scared little kid and he was angered at it though laughing a bit as well. It was that small laugh that had him laughing hard enough that he couldn't take a breath. He fell to the ground, holding his sides, laughing harder than before. Why he was laughing was beyond him, but the drugs always made him feel loopy upon waking and well doing somethings. He was never himself anymore.
Finally drawing in enough breath, he couldn't move anymore so he began crawling along the floor, or rather scooting along, not getting very far. Giving it up, he laid face down on the floor, waiting for someone to find him and tell him what the f*ck was going on. His face hurt for some reason too.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 8:33 pm
  If I had a world of my own
Everything would be nonsense
Nothing will be what it is
Because everything will be what it isn't. Cadence heard banging from her bedroom and she shot up, her eyes lighting up. Mr. Imaginary-friend was up! She grinned at herself, quickly finishing off the plate that Jonathan had put out for her before leaving, and skipping to the room. The door flung open, and she was lucky to have narrowly missed him.
"You think I'm weird? At least I don't sleep on the floor." she stated, shaking her head slightly as she crouched down next to his head, staring at him with a curious expression. "What's your name, Mr. Imaginary-friend? I could always call you that, or MIF. Miff! It's cute! I could- I wonder if Flufferwows has any ideas...." she shook her head, shoving one of the other imaginary things which roamed her house out of her mind.
"Anyways, according to the voices, you should be in bed because you smacked your head. That's why you're in my room; I figured it might be loud in the room with the others, they can get really chatty." he nodded her head, looking down solemnly before she stood quickly, stepping over him and walking over to the bed. "You gave yourself carpet burn, Miffle-mc-mifstien." she stated, her voice flat and simple. She was, after all, only stating a point.
The comforter let out a sigh as she sat on it, the fluffiness underneath her collapsing until it was flat between her and the cushion. She giggled, and for a moment, she was sitting on a cloud. She turned her attention back to the boy, and debated prodding him with her foot. Or was it a her? It had long hair, so it should be a girl, but it talked like a boy... hmmm... another curious question which belonged with those of the great universe. One which quickly became irrelevant as she entangled her hand in her hair and rubbed her lips again, her eyes falling back as she fell back onto the bed, looking up at the ceiling lazily. She had her free hand up, her index finger extended as though a butterfly were perched on it. And it was; a giant, majestic, colorful thing with sparkles and beautiful detailing.
"I wish everybody else saw my world." she mumbled to herself, smiling as she turned her hand slightly and looked it over from the other angle. In contrary wise, what it is it wouldn't be
And what it wouldn't be it would
You see? 
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 11:13 pm
In his murky thoughts, he wondered how he got in the house. She couldn't have moved him, so she must have called another human to do it. How many more would he encounter? Disgusted, he closed his eyes and ignored her comments about his 'sleeping habits'. He twitched though when she called him MIF and Miffle-mc-mifstein. Already, he was praying for death and he couldn't move his arms anymore. The drug was still coursing through him.
He rolled his body over onto his side so he could keep her within his sights. "My name is not MIF or any other ridiculous nickname you come up with using your meager human brain. It's Ziar Melanthios. I am a Demon, not some imaginary being in your twisted little imagination world." He was coming back to his angry self. Good since he hated his loopy side which was rather friendly to others. If his brother saw him now...he'd never be able to live this down. Never.
The girl had been on the bed as he told her his name. He sighed heavily as his body lifted, almost jerkily. Then she was lifted off the bed and dropped to the floor as he levitated over to the bed, laying himself down upon it comfortably. He smirked as he closed his eyes. Whoever this child was, he wished she leave him be. He even went as far as making a shooing gesture with his hand. "Go away human. I need rest...you creep me out and you want to know how hard it is to creep a demon like me out? A whole lot. Go play dolls or something." He dismissed her with his words and his actions as he rolled on his side and promptly ignored her.
His thoughts then decided to land on his brother, Ambrogio. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at the thought of that man, er demon. They were half-brothers and 'Ambri' wasn't even a full demon. Pathetic b*****d of his Mother. He was more powerful than anyone he ever seen though. Only flaw that man had was his appetite for humans. He didn't mind them even though he was better than them and most other demons. It saddened and angered him that Ambri had been born near humans and treated like one. But all this, he banished from his mind as he thought hard about falling back to sleep to burn the drug out of his system faster.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 6:06 pm
If I had a world of my own
Everything would be nonsense
Nothing will be what it is
Because everything will be what it isn't. Cadence frowned up at him from her place on the floor, shaking her head slightly.
"Jonathan told me not to believe everything I hear on T.V., so I don't believe you." she stated, her voice firm as she sat up and crossed her arms with a light pout. Suddenly her face lit up, an expression the demon would probably come to hate, and she began to rummage through the bedside drawer.
After a moment of rustling there was a 'pop'! As the lid came off a marker, and squeaking as she wrote something. Then an odd sound as a sticker was pealed off paper. Suddenly, the girl jumped on the bed and straddled the demon, getting his face to turn towards her and slapping her palm flat against his forehead. When she pulled her hand back there was a square sticker, outlined in a thick red border which said,
HELLO MY NAME IS...
Stare Mentrapose! ❤
AKA MIF
"I saw these on T.V.! They said that it would make anybody know your name!" She smiled, proud of her work and she rolled off of him, sitting behind him a moment before she pushed her feet against his back and extended her legs suddenly, sending him flying off the bed with surprising force.
She smiled, poking her head over the edge of her bed and giving a peace sign with her fingers.
"You seem to like the floor, Mr. Stare, so you can sleep there. It hurts my back to sleep off of my bed." she said, nodding her head before she pulled back and sprawled out on the bed again. She closed her eyes, smiling, and it almost seemed as though she were asleep. In contrary wise, what it is it wouldn't be
And what it wouldn't be it would
You see?
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 6:35 pm
He should have turned though since she suddenly was above him, slapped something on his face, and kicked him off the bed in a sequence of moves. So now he was face down on the floor again with something on his face besides the floor. Growling like a lion or whatever, he drew up off the ground, turning to face the girl. He tore the damn sticker off his face and crumpled it in his hand where it burned up. "You are seriously pissing me off. My name is not 'Mr. Stare' or MIF..It's simply 'Ziar'."
Her face while she lounged on the bed was pissing him off as well, more than when she had kicked him off the bed. Snarling, he picked her up by the scruff of her shirt and drew her closer to his face, narrowing his eyes at her. "You don't touch me. You don't talk to me. You leave me the hell alone, little human. I would kill you now, but I loathe the smell of human blood. It's sickening."
After saying that, he tossed her aside, back unto the bed and walked away from her, going toward the door. It opened without him touching it and out he went it. It slammed shut behind him. "Get me the f*ck out of here." He muttered to himself as he walked down the halls, away from the room with the infuriating girl. Who in the hell was she anyways? Not that he cared.
He could smell that someone else was in the house and he was planning on avoiding coming into contact with anymore humans. He'd explode if he did and they would probably die if one touched him. Stopping, he looked around him. "Where the hell is this place?" He yelled as he didn't even know which direction was out and which would lead him back to humans.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 9:39 pm
If I had a world of my own
Everything would be nonsense
Nothing will be what it is
Because everything will be what it isn't. Cadence smiled absently, not being too bothered when Ziar left. As soon as the door closed she shot forwards, towards the fireplace, and she paused, sliding the small hidden door in the back of it open. It slid shut silently behind her, and she smiled, brushing the ash dust from her dress. She didn't bother to bring out her cell, simply calling out her chef's name in a rather sound voice.
"Jonathan, I want you to bring me that special guest now. Oh yes, and until I can finish, please make sure the new one doesn't go anywhere? Just, uhh... shove him into something that resembles my mind on a bad day for a few hours." Cadence stated, going over to bed and sitting down. Jonathan walked forwards, looking down on the young child a moment before he pressed his thumb over her lips.
He swiped to the side, as though he were wiping away lipstick, and a seal appeared to be hidden there. She smiled, distorting the circle slightly.
"My father's agreement!" she sang out, waving a finger as Jonathan frowned slightly, "So do as you're told, please. It's not my fault you'll never get your payment." Jonathan's eyes narrowed slightly, but the seal began to glow.
"Yes, Lady Cadence." Jonathan's tone rang flat. He disappeared from the room, and Cadence knew he had gone to go and torment Ziar some; she also knew it wouldn't be long before her guest arrived. She smiled, one which was rather cruel compared to the others, as she smoothed her hair and skirts. This was going to be fun. In contrary wise, what it is it wouldn't be
And what it wouldn't be it would
You see?
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 10:47 am
Turning back only once and slightly, he was impressed that the house was made to look like a piano and a violin. It was rather impressive for humans to do such wonders, too bad he still disliked their kind. Walking forward, he had the intention of just sprinting away until he sensed something powerful and wicked coming from the house. It made him turn. It was demonic and familiar. Puzzled, he decided to ignore it as he continued forward. That was until something powerful and heavy hit im on the back, sprawling him forward onto his face. Seriously, that pissed him off to always fall on his face.
Dark laughter came from above him, on his back as someone wretched his face around by his long white hair. "I don't know where you think you are going. You weren't requested to leave by your Mistress now were you?~" Ziar snarled and the man got off him, wheeling away from him as he stood up. "She, that little human girl, is not my Mistress. She holds no binds to me." The other just laughed and Ziar was getting more pissed off by the moment. "You're a naive, demon. I would think that age would show you how much humans are better than us."
It was Ziar's turn to laugh. "Humans better than me? You're a funny and delusional person. Now you go back to her and leave me be before I tear you limb from limb then eat you." Ziar was a demon that ate other demons. Gallu. His race was old and ancient. Sumerian in nature but his race had be mixed with other races to survive. His particular one was Sumerian and Greek. His brother was Greek, Sumerian, and Italian though. The Romans had got to him when he had been younger.
But pushing those annoying thoughts aside, he shooed the other much like he had done with the girl and took flight into the air. He didn't have wings but he did levitate into the sky. Only to be shot down by a kick from the stranger below. Ziar snapped then, grabbing the others head and smashing it into the ground. He hadn't fought in a while and the energy would help burn the rest of the drug from his system.
"I'll find you delicious to eat but only an appetizer sadly." Ziar muttered into the man's ear. The other just laughed, countering with an elbow to Ziar's ribs. "You're gonna have to defeat me first, demon." Jonathan was fine with having this fight, but he wished that Cadence would hurry and bind this rouge demon and conceal him. That and free him from that damn contract with her father. Sighing, he knocked Ziar off him and stood.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:36 pm
If I had a world of my own
Everything would be nonsense
Nothing will be what it is
Because everything will be what it isn't. Cadence smiled, licking her lips. again as the air in the room began to heat up. A fire lit in the fireplace suddenly, and she struggled maintained her ignorant demeanor. She tensed when arms snaked around her neck, a slight breath brushing against her ear.
"Hello there, getting dolled up for me?" the smooth voice rang, covered in honey like a lure for flies.
"But of course, Mr. Brother-of-MIF! ❤" Cadence sang out, pulling away with a smile; her eyes however, were quite serious. "How's freedom? I bet you were expecting to find Jonathan~" she stated, more than asked, as she leaned against the wall, "But he's busy, right now." she added, her tone like that of a child who's parent forgot their birthday. "There's a reason why I called you here." she said, her tone becoming quickly serious. "Because after all, it is your fault that Jonathan is a simple house pet now. It was supposed to be you~" As her sentence ended, the childish ring returned to her voice.
"Well aren't you quick to the point? We haven't even made proper introductions." he said, removing himself from the bed and stalking over to the young albino with a sly smile. "Of course, I can't give you my real name, but you can call me Ambri." he seemed to muse, his voice getting softer as he snaked his arms around her waist. She squirmed slightly, but didn't pull away this time.
"Well, Mr. Amber, you can call me Alice; lost in wonderland." she teased, sticking out her tongue slightly but struggling to hide her own discomfort when he rested his head on her shoulder.
Of course she'd be stuck with an incubus.
"Well, back to what I was saying... you owe Jonathan, and Jonathan serves me. I want Mr. MIF's real name." she stated, her face falling into a pout, "He wants to leave, but I don't want him to." she added, her lower lips sticking out childishly. The incubus had been in the process of nuzzling Cadence's ear, but she caught his curiosity spike. "I think he said he was Stare or Zebra or something." she added with a shrug, squirming uncomfortably as his grip tightened.
"Do you mean Ziar?" he murmured into her ear, and when her eyes lit up with an immature nod he pulled away practically dancing around the room. "Ziar, my little brother~" he practically sang out, now acting rather childish himself. "You want his real name? I won't let you have it for free." he sang out, seeming rather pleased that the topic had moved to his brother. That made Cadence smile. This might be easier than she thought.
"Well, you do owe Jonathan the favor. Not only that, if Mr. MIF couldn't leave then you'd be able to come and bother him whenever you want~" she sang, this time approaching the incubus herself and latching onto him with a cuddly hug. "Come-onnn~ Pretty please?" she sang out, looking up at him with large eyes. The incubus smiled, almost cruelly for a moment, then leaned forward, whispering something into the girl's ear. As he pulled back, he stole a kiss; the seal on her lips began to glow wildly as a familiar demonic presence, not Ambri's but Jonathan's, roared to life; within moments the incubus was gone, and Cadence was smiling. Her tongue ran over her lips, but she found the need to sit down; man that demon worked fast. A chunk of energy was quite a bit for the small girl to handle, but her price was paid for that deal, so she decided not to dwell on it.
The fire had gone out.
She began to laugh, rolling onto her back and clutching her sides as tears came to her eyes. Who would of thought that she of all people would get two creatures from nightmares as house-cats? Oh, that was a funny one. Suddenly she stopped, her eyes aglow with mischief.
"Ziargos." the word fell from her lips softly, the incubus' voice echoing in her mind. She'd have to go and save Jonathan soon, but she would give them a few... moments to get to know each other. In contrary wise, what it is it wouldn't be
And what it wouldn't be it would
You see?
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 7:18 pm
Suddenly, Jonathan was knocked to the ground, sliding away from Ziar as he stood up. He stood and dusted off his straight jacket now just noticing that he was still wearing it. Snapping his fingers, his clothes changed to a long black coat with white buttons streaming down the sides. Black fur encased around his neck and he smirked. This was his style. Jonathan was back up and he whistled at Ziar's coat. "Wanting to look fancy as you get your a** kicked?" Ziar just rolled his eyes as Jonathan came at him.
He smirked until he felt a force. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped a bit. Jonathan made a strike to hit his face, but Ziar just raised his hand and the other dropped to the ground, not able to move. He moved around, facing the house.
"That...feeling...it can't be..." He could feel the power, the aura coming from somewhere in the house. It had to belong to...Ambrogio. His dear older brother Ambri. What the ******** was he doing here? Pulling Jonathan toward him, he raised the other to his face. "What is my brother doing here? Who are you and that little human girl? How the hell did you contact my brother?" Jonathan just laughed, out of breath since Ziar had been choking him. He didn't answer him, so Ziar just tossed him to the side, heading for the house. Heading for his brother.
He made it inside the house and was coming toward the place where he last left the girl. That was until he heard his name. Not his little name that he was used to hearing, but his given name. Ziargos. It was said lightly, but he fell to his knees, roaring loudly. It hurt. His body felt on fire. His head was splitting in half and he gripped his head, wanting the pain to be gone. The area around him was burning on fire, blazing in a circle around him. fighting through the pain, he looked below him and saw a soul-binding seal beneath him.
"Noo!!" He roared as he was engulfed in a white light. He'd kill whoever bonded him. He'd kill Ambrogio for telling his name..to the girl! Jonathan came into the room after him, looking on through his fingers at as the light nearly blinded him. It begun, the binding process. Now the contract needed to be made and sealed with blood. His and hers. He turned and yelled for Cadence.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 9:34 pm
If I had a world of my own
Everything would be nonsense
Nothing will be what it is
Because everything will be what it isn't. Cadence smiled, crawling through the ashes of the fireplace to return to her own room. The power which roared to life in the building was intoxicating; between Jonathan and Ziargos... well, the young girl wouldn't be bored for a very long while. She smacked her skirt, the ashen dust poufing in clouds around her legs before she strode forward, lazily into the hallway. She stood at the rim of the circle, frowning down on Ziargos with an almost pitying expression.
"I wonder, does that hurt, Mr. Ziargos?" she murmured giving him a sweet smile as her empty eyes watched him writhe, not flinching away from the light or the flame. She smiled, stepping forwards, into it. Her skirt began to dissolve away, the white fire burning at her clothing as she strode to the center of it. She lifted her thumb to her lips, biting through the soft flesh before she bent down, wiping the injury on the center of the circle. The area grew brighter as the contract began to form, lacing the girl in. Of course. There was one more ingredient necessary.
"Don't hate me, Mr. Ziar; you're going to have a very slow time if you do." she said simply, touching his face and smearing blood over his eye; the other hand reached down, boldly grabbing his, and bringing it to her mouth in one quick swoop; she knew he'd try to pull back, through the pain, so she made sure that the bloodied hand had to go through her own first; she pressed his blood flat over her own. Her other hand shot up, covering her left eye as pain soared through her head. She heard Jonathan yell out, but she simply smirked.
The eye is the best; it will be easier to find you. Jonathan's cold voice, reminiscent of the contract with Cadence's father, ran through her mind. Of course the girl had been watching. Now, however, Jonathan's esasperated voice yelled out the exact opposite;
"Don't you dare go with your eye, Cadence!"
A little late she thought with a light smirk, before her lips fell flat and she struggled to hold back the scream of pain that wanted to tear from her lips; this was more painful than her father had made it appear. She pulled her hand away, her eyes glancing over to Ziar, the left one covered by a summoning circle. Similar to Jonathan's, but different. She smiled. A few more moments, and he was as good as hers.
I won't let anybody leave me! In contrary wise, what it is it wouldn't be
And what it wouldn't be it would
You see?
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 10:36 pm
When she grabbed his hand, he wanted to wretch it away, but he could not. His strength was gone from his body as the soul seal held him back, drawing all his attention and powers into it. It was amazing that he hadn't lost consciousness at this point. Now, he could feel their blood mixing, binding and his eyes started scorching with her, but it was nothing compared to the other pain his whole body was feeling.
Finally, the pale light dimmed then completely left. Cadence was at Ziar's side, while he was panting heavily on the ground. Inside, he was cursing Hades, Satan, every name that man went by. He couldn't even lift a finger at this point, but he did force his eyes open and upon the girl. Pure hatred seethed through him at her and as his eyes darted over to Jonathan who looked at him a bit pitifully. He wasn't one to take such things lying down, thus he tried his hardest to sit up. His head jarred painfully, but he just clenched his teeth and stood, ignoring all pain that ran through him. He managed to get to his feet and wobbled a bit. "You have no clue what life you have damned me too. I will kill you one day, little human."
He was dropped to his knees. It was against the contract to threaten his Mistress, but he stood back up, taking a few steps. It was futile since he fainted as soon as he took that step. Jonathan saw it coming and caught the demon before he fell. He felt sorry for him since it was clearly his first time dealing with bindings and such. He looked over to Cadence as Ziar was passed out in his arms. "Are you alright, Cadence?" He was upset about her eyes still and glared at her though he was concerned. Honestly, this was his first time seeing a human, a little girl no less, taking on two contracts.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 9:51 am
If I had a world of my own
Everything would be nonsense
Nothing will be what it is
Because everything will be what it isn't. Cadence frowned, her breathing heavy and ragged, watching as Ziar tried to stand, and failed.
"Actually," she stated, eyeing him, "I have a very good idea of what I did." she gave him a childish smile as he passed out, quickly being caught by Jonathan.
Her eyes moved to her older servant, an almost cruel mischievousness glowing through the seals.
"Are you jealous that I gave my eyes to him and not you?" she asked with a smile, turning sharply and striding to the wall where she sat back, sliding to the floor. "I ruined my dress." she mumbled, disappointment ringing through her voice. She could feel Jonathan's glare on her, but chose to ignore it. "If I gave you a choice, would you leave me?" she mumbled, looking at her feet as though they were the most interesting thing in the world.
"Of course not."
"Are you lying?"
"I'm afraid I can't answer that." he was smiling now; she could hear it in his voice.
Cadence leaned her head back against the wall, sighing out as she closed her eyes, totally exhausted. It was harder the second time.
"Jonathan, you woke up next to me, right?" she asked, smiling slightly when he agreed with the statement. "Then I want you to be fair." she mumbled, before she fell off to the side. Jonathan barely managed to catch her, sighing and shaking his head; what was he to do with the girl? But sure enough, he would follow orders, and he tossed Ziar over his shoulder, picking Cadence up in his arms, then headed to her bedroom.
The boy had better enjoy having a good bed; Jonathan thought. He knew from experience that the other cots were quite uncomfortable. In contrary wise, what it is it wouldn't be
And what it wouldn't be it would
You see?
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 2:50 pm
He sat up on the bed, holding his head between his hands as everything shifted. “Don’t move so much, Ziar.” At first, he thought that it was Ambrogio talking to him, but the voice wasn’t as smooth and infuriating as that. Jonathan. He was sure it was that other demon that he had a tussle with outside. Glancing over to the guy, the room finally went to normal and the pain vanished. Jonathan was smirking at him. “You’re welcome. Anyways, you should rest for a while. Cadence and you had one Hell of a day.”
At the mention of that girl, Ziar felt himself panic for some reason. “Cadence..!” He looked around the room, searching for her but found her still asleep at his side. She looked like a little angel when she slept. His heart stopped beating wildly as he relaxed at seeing her safe beside him. Then he had a confused look that turned to anger. Why did he care if she was safe? She was the one that damned him to this life of servitude to her. That damn human girl. He came off the bed, refusing to wobble even though his legs still felt like jell-o. Turning to Jonathan, he snarled, “I hate you and ….that.” He gestured to Cadence on the bed.
Now by the wall, he leaned against it, arms crossed. Jonathan took the place he had vacated on the bed and pulled the cover back up to Cadence’s neck. “You’ll soon come to terms with your servitude…takes a while, I must admit.”
“Ch’ speak for yourself. I shall kill all that bonded me here.” Jonathan smirked at Ziar’s angry words. “You’d kill your own brother? Ambrogio was the one to tell your name, you know. It seems he finds this fun. Your torment. Why?” It was Ziar’s turn to smirk, but it was a sinister one and highly sarcastic. He waved his hands in the air, making an image of Ambrogio. “Brother dearest, likes to see me tormented. It’s a sibling thing. Besides, he rather likes….humans. I can’t imagine why, but he does. He’s also just a sick b*****d.” Jonathan laughed at that, knowing it to be true. Ambrogio wasn’t a very nice demon.
“Well. I think we will get along though.” Ziar only rolled his eyes, punching the Ambrogio image way. It vanished in a pile of mist.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 5:04 pm
If I had a world of my own
Everything would be nonsense
Nothing will be what it is
Because everything will be what it isn't. Cadence moaned out as she slowly woke, sprawling her arms to the side and falling off the bed with a thump. Her head shot up, now entirely awake, as she shot her arms over the edge of the bed like somebody desperately trying to get back onto a life-raft in the sea.
"Jonathannn! You let me fall!" she whined, pulling herself back onto the bed with tears in her eyes, "I could have been eaten by the monster under the bed!" she crossed her arms, giving him an immature pout. Jonathan, on the other hand, struggled to restrain the urge to check under the bed; just to be sure nothing was there.
"Oh! You're up!" Cadence exclaimed, pushing herself off the bed, feet first this time. "How'd you sleep?" she said with a wide smile as she walked towards him. "See? You're not dead. You're so melodramatic, Mr. Ziar." she said, sticking her tongue out at him and backing away like a child hiding something behind her back. With a sudden turn she faced Jonathan, collapsing into his ready arms. "Why was he more of a pain then you?" she whined, trying to push away and get on her own two feet.
"Maybe that's because he was a contract after a contract?" Jonathan suggested, his voice holding an air of almost conceited irritation, "Most people don't do such reckless things Cadence. You're lucky he didn't devour you." Cadence, in turn, rolled her eyes and finally pushed out of his arms and stumbled to the door.
"You're melodramatic too, Jonathan. It looks like you'll need to stick around a while, teach him how to 'take care of a human'. 'else he might kill me with food poisoning, or something." She grinned, pulling herself out of the room. Jonathan instinctively stepped forwards to follow her, but instead decided to follow orders. She was probably just heading for the kitchen, anyways.
"You seem to be the only one who thinks you can kill your new equivalent to God." he said in a smug voice, striding over to the door and leaning against the door frame. "When she first fell, your first thoughts were concern, weren't they? Not 'serves her right' like you probably would for any other human girl. Whether you like it or not, you're stuck with her. Get used to it. She doesn't like whiners." Jonathan smirked, shrugging his shoulders. "I guess I should show you to our room; well, yours. I got 'promoted' and have my own apartment, now." Another shrug and the demon disappeared into the door. He figured with not much better to do, Ziar would be forced to follow him. That, or he could sleep on the ground.
Cadence was sitting in the kitchen, swaying her legs back and forth while she sat on the table. One hand was propped against the flat surface, the other held a strawberry to her lips. The green leaves had begun to pile on the ground. She stared out the window, a familiar bored expression on her face as she watched an odd cross between a caterpillar and a pom-pom dance around with a unicorn which was galloping backwards. A lazy smile addressed her features as she watched them frolic. A shudder, however, tore through her when a large, T-Rex like creature came in and devoured them both; turning it's large head towards the window. By that time Cadence was under the table, hugging her knees to herself. She noted distractedly that Jonathan had changed her into a dress which wasn't torn and burnt; how nice of him. She covered her ears as a loud roar rang out; one which only she would hear.
If it's not real it can't hurt me. That can't be real because it looks like a gecko with teeth on steroids so it cannot be real so it cannot hurt me. she thought, clenching her eyes shut too; hiding the seals which glowed dully. In contrary wise, what it is it wouldn't be
And what it wouldn't be it would
You see?
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