Death Is An Odd Friend ( Heretic King) [M]

[Ice]

Salamon glanced at her when she gave her answer. He then looked back down. He gave a soft groaned and shivered " Your not the only one who has things they'd like to do to someone. " He mumbled. Though it wasn't her he wanted to do things to. It was himself. Though the statement could have been taken the wrong way.  He actually didn't think she'd hear him. Or care at this point.

[Medievarad]

Sonneillon let out a soft, bored yawn. "I can't find myself to care," she answered quite bluntly. She glanced back at Salamon and pulled her tail back completely, letting it sway behind her as she pushed herself up, being completely bored by now.

[Ice]

Salamon just smirked. He laughed to himself and shook his head . He did not really care that he bored her. It just meant that he would not likely be used as a toy that way . He stayed on his knees as she moved. He did not wish to upset her by moving.  " Let me guess get back to work?" He asked softly.

[Medievarad]

"No," she answered, letting out a soft, amused hum. "Undress. Completely."

[Ice]

Salamon blinked at her order. He was kind of unsure about getting undressed in front of her. Especially when there were  others around as well. " Yes Madame." He stated to after a couple of seconds. He then stood so that he could get his clothes off.

As he removed his cloak he revealed his face to her. He was actually quite handsome for a demon. And the rest of him was not bad looking either. As he removed his underclothes he paused for a second. Then he took them on off revealing his manly bits. And what might come as a surprise was that he was quite big down there. Especially for someone so small. He the waited for her next order giving a nervous look around the room.

[Medievarad]

Sonneillon glanced at the pile of clothes and snapped her fingers, setting it alight with a black flame, the clothes immediately turned to ashes.

"Get back to work," she answered with a soft chuckle, turning around to leave again.

[Ice]

Salamon frowned as she set his clothes on fire. He then frowned at her a bit  as she told him to get back to work. At least she didn't tell the others to hurt him again. Though he might not be so easy to hurt at the moment. " Okay Madame." He grumbled. He then turned towards the table to get back to his job.

[Medievarad]

As soon as he did so, Sonneillon turned around aswell, scraping one of her fingers over the table before leaving.

[Ice]

Salamon frowned as she left. He had a plan forming in his mind. He knew that things were going to get worse if he did not leave soon. So he knew that somehow he needed to get out of here. So he waited for a while after she left . He wanted to make sure that she might be busy. He then glanced at the other demons. He wondered if they would try to stop him. He picked out one of the larger knives just in case.

Slowly he started to make his way to the stairs. He was going to try to get out of here. He knew that if he could escape then maybe he would avoid more torment. He just had to get past these demons first.

[Medievarad]

The other, rather abused, labourers didn't seem to notice or even mind his departure. They didnt want to get involved at all.

As he walked up the short flight of stairs, there was this one door once again. One door to navigate through the mansion.

[Ice]

Salamon was relieved to find that the others did not try to stop him. As he got to the door he frowned. He was not sure where the door would lead. So he thought that it had to lead out of where he was. With that in mind he pushed it open hoping that he wouldn't wind up in a worse place.

[Medievarad]

As he pushed the door open, a chilling wind ripped through him. The endless, frozen wastes of Hyoite greeted him.

It seemed her words were no less than the truth.

[Ice]

As the wind met him salamon gave a gasp. " Oh shit that's really cold!" He yelled backing up. Well he knew one thing he didn't want out there naked. As he shut the door back he shivered . He wondered where else he could go. As he tried again he though that maybe he should find a place to explore. So he pushed the door back open to see what else he would find. Hopefully not more cold.

[Medievarad]

As he shut and opened the door once again, Salamon would look at himself. On the far side of the room. Identical to his pose, looking into a room.

And if he would glance over his shoulder, he'd look at himself doing the sametime at the far side of the room, standing in a doorpost to this room from another.

[Ice]

Salamon blinked as he looked around the room. He had to wonder what the heck he was looking at here. It seemed he was looking at a couple of copies or something. " Well this is strange" he mumbled. But nevertheless he took a couple of steps in to the room to look around.

[Medievarad]

And as soon as he stepped into the room, the Salamon infront of him stepped into the next. Like he was mirrored from the back.

The room was still the same room he was in constantly. The so called 'butchery'.

[Ice]

Salamon frowned as he noted that he was back in the same room that he'd started in. He wondered what he needed to do to get out of here . Third time might be the charm he thought. So once again he pushed the door open thinking about getting to a hallway maybe.

[Medievarad]

A hallway was visible, though it seemed to run on forever. Stretching out farther than his eye could properly see.

[Ice]

Salamon blinked now. He then walked in to the hallway. He wondered if his master was watching him. If so she probably was not going to be happy with him. Maybe he needed to keep a couple of steps ahead of her.

[Medievarad]

As he took several steps in, it'd be like he was in the middle. The hallway stretched on before him. And as he turned around to return to the door, he was only met with another hallway that seemed unending. Trapped in there. He had to pick a direction.