The wind was howling through a small remote village as a long creature stood in the streets. Anyone who was out there with him knew that he wasn't a normal creature. The reason for that was the fact that he was holding a girl who was about his sized over the edge of a building using his dark magic. And he was doing this with no effort at all. The glow was making her seemly float. However each Tim she moved she would cry out in pain. The horrified people could only stare and gasp. He just laughed and looked at the girl.
" Does anyone wish to try to save this one? Want to try to free her? " He growled as he looked at the ever growing crowd. He had a plan in mind. He was going to destroy this tiny human settlement. Why? Because he felt that they no longer deserved to live. Of course one did not have to do much for him to cast such judgement upon you. All you had to do was get in his way.
When he did not hear anything but pleas and a bit of begging from those who were out there he just smiled. " Well looks like your going to die dear." He growled to her. Then she pulled out a vial that was filled with poison. A poison that could not be cured by humans. "No please no" the girl whimpered to him. It was a very lovely sound. He grinned and started moving her slowly towards him to deliver the evil liquid to her. Though he was ever mindful of anyone who would try to stop him still.
Sonneillon, being quite the scout of talent, was also present, hidden in her human form and watching the scene fulfilling itself. A demon seemed to threaten the village. She rested her hands in her sleeves, before sighing and stepping forward.
And she suddenly disappeared from sight, reappearing between the demon and the girl. "She. Her soul. It belongs to me," Sonneillon hissed in response, being in her complete demon form now. "A potentially powerful mage. She is mine."
Salamon frowned a bit when a fellow demon appeared in front of him. He growled at her revealing his fangs to her. She really thought that she cauld scare him? Boy was she wrong. He dropped the girl though and just smiled to the other demon. " Oh you really think you can scare me? Listin I'm not afraid of you . Your nothing compared to me." He growled to her. Looking at the vial in his hand he smiled back to her again.
He bit the lid from the vial a put the liquid in his mouth. Then he tried to spit it in a stream aimed at her eyes. He wanted to try to blind her now.
Sonneillon let out an annoyed sigh, her tail flicking from underneath her coat in apparent annoyance. A creature, something that didn't even come close to looking human, hulking and carrying a large axe caught the girl and immediately stormed off.
Her potential recruit was taken care off, good.
The spit hit her eyes, yet it left much of the effect to be desired, the dread demon merely stood there, before wiping her face and throwing off her coat. "I am a demon of dread. You cannot even harm me," she hissed, her voice growing deeper, doubling and tripling with other voices. Her body convulsed and she slumped forward, the sound of bones snapping and flesh tearing resounded and infront of Salamon stood the true monstrosity of a dread demon, elongated claws, spine shattered and regrown into large spikes on her back, jaw unhinged and reinforced once again to make place for fangs the size of a normal man's head.
And deep, black on red, hungering eyes. Almost a feral growl rose from the dread demon, the entire human population were petrified, or slumped down. All in panickal fear due to Sonneillon's arcane influence.
Salamon frowned when he saw that his poison had no effect on the other demon. Oh this was not good at all. He backed away as he saw her form changing before his eyes. Well he knew that he was in trouble now. He needed to get away from her. However his cobalt blue eyes did not betray the fact that he was scared. They just had a look of surprise in them. He voice however made him visibly shiver.
" Well it seems you might just be...." he voice trailed off . Then he said something incredibly stupid. " The ugliest creature I ever did see." He finished. Then he backed away. He wondered where he had to go . It was then that he noticed that he was at the edge of the roof. He was now trapped and he knew it. He looked at her and gave a small frown. Salamon was never know to be the smartest creature in the world.
"Good," the being mused with another soft growl, as she slowly limped towards Salamon, claws dragging over the floor. "Be repulsed.. Fear me.. Dread me," the monstrosity called. "I smell your fear.. Bow.. And I will not.. Torture you for the rest of eternity."
Salamon fully understood that he was up against a much stronger creature . He frowned at her words glancing around before looking back to her. He would have to submit to her no matter how bad he hated it. He did not wish to be tortured after all. " Okay you win ..... for the moment." He said giving her a submissive grimace. He then slid to his knees and lowered his head so that he was looking at the ground. He knew better then to make eye contact.
The dread demon looked down at him, the sickening, colossal fangs shaping slightly into a grin, the hungering eyes sparking with curiousity. She wasn't an anger demon, but a dread demon, so she was easily calmed down again. She could escalate from zero to a hundred almost instantly, but calm down as soon as that aswell. Which in itself was quite a trait.
The sound of bones snappingbandbpopping, flesh tearing and reforming again resounded once more. And soon, before Salamon stood in her slender, demonic frame, sporting her trademark large red horns, equally coloured to the facial marks underneath her eyes aswell as the pigments of skin that emulated eyebrows. The slender and small demon walked back over to where she had thrown her coat off. "Good," she answered. "You're coming with me. I desire to meet your master," she glanced over her shoulder. "And if you have none, you are mine from now on."
Salamon stayed in his kneeling postion as he wondered what he needed to do. The small demon really did not like the idea of being under someone else's rule. It just wasn't something he normally did. However he knew one thing . He could never defeat something like her in a fight. He would have to resort to different methods.
He looked up at her with a slight frown. He wasn't quite sure what to make of her not just killing him anyway. That was a little different. Then he heard what she said. " I don't serve a master. Why would you want someone so.... weak?" He asked. The word weak was spoken with quite a bit of contempt . He did not like that word too well. However he'd say it just to avoid becoming her slave.
"Someone whovis dead cannot feel despair," Soneillon answered. "I dislike killing my kin, even if they're disrespectful towards their obvious superiors," another soft huff from Sonneillon.
"Weak or not, you can still be of use to me," she answered easily.
Salamon could see that he was in no position to try to argue with her. He sighed and looked at his feet. He wasn't exactly happy but he knew that there were worse things that could have happened. " Well even I can understand that that. That's not to say I'm thrilled about being your slave. " He said he now looking up at her. He then sighed and asked. " What do you plan to do with me?" He could not help but wonder just what she had in mind.
Sonneillon shook her head with a soft chuckle. "Wrong. You are not a slave. A slave only speaks when spoken to," she rolled her eyes, before turning around, walking to the edge of the building.
"I may find a use," she answered with a soft shrug, before glancing down at the crowd that still was petrified by her demonic presence.
Salamon just smirked under his hood. He hadn't revealed his face yet. Nor did he really plan to at the moment. " Well I suppose you are right about that. " He said to her. He halfway wondered if that was a hint. He followed her at a distance. He did not wish to get too close. He looked at the terrified humans. She certainly made an impression upon them.
" Fair enough." He stated back to her. His cobalt blue eyes glowing slightly in the darkness. He was feeling rather unsure at this point.
One wing burst out from her shoulder, before she hopped down the building, one slam making sure she landed softly, before the wing retracted and disappeared again, black feathers the only indication of said wing being present ever.
She turned around and walked through the petrified villagers, trailing back to her mansion again. Or as most in Hyoite would know, the haunted mansion in the plains.
Salamon watched asshe made a wing come forth. He wondered if he should just let her keep walking. Hum maybe he could try to get away from her. He wondered if she would notice. He took a step back giving a frown. Then he slid down from the roof. He watched as she walked. He quickly tried to go in opposite direction . He wanted to get away from her if he could.
He could go on for a solid half hour, walking away into the snowy plains. But, soon, as he walked, he'd once again meet Sonneillon, who would only sigh. "Tiresome."
Salamon though at first that he had gotten away. Then he found himself facing the demon woman once again. He blinked and gave a cringe. " Well crap." He mumbled. He started to back away but tripped and fell on his backside. He sighed and gave a a slight glare. He wasn't very happy at the moment.
Sonneillon stepped closer as he backed. "Do not test my patience, you insolent whelp."
Salamon frowned when she came closer. He looked up at her and growled a bit. He then sighed and looked down. " I'm sorry but I not the kind who works under others. It's not in my nature. " He said to her now. He revealed his fangs though she probably wouldn't see that since his face was covered. If she wanted him to work for her she might have to break him first.
"I do not care even in the slightest what your nature is," Sonneillon said coldly as she stepped forward. "Perhaps I should use you as a pastime, rather than a servant. Because you seem useless to me." She snorted softly.
Salamon kind of cringed at her words. He really did not want to be a pastime. He got the idea that it would definitely not be a pleasant experience. He thought for a few seconds then looked at her again."Well if you really want to know I do have my uses. I just don't think you would want those kind of services." He said to her. He made sure she would understand just what he hinted at. Though he rather doubted that she would care
It wouod be a pleasant experience, for Sonneillon that is. Much less for Salamon. She glanced down at him as he proposed one of his uses. She sighed in annoyance and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I'm not searching for the pleasures of the flesh," she replied, before stepping forward again. "I hardly care for it. Besides that, I have enough subordinates to indulge me if said desire would rise."
She rolled her eyes. "And get on your knees when speaking to me, filth."
Salamon just kind of smirked under his hood. He did say she wouldn't want his services. To tell the truth the demon really was one who cared for women in the first place. He was mearly trying to survive. " Well I did say you wouldn't want them." He snorted at her. He then sighed and turned over to get on his knees. He wasn't really wanting to become dead after all. His hood now covered his eyes as he looked at the ground. " That better?" He said softly now.
"Much," she answered easily, before stepping closer again. "Now, why did you think you could escape me, whelp? I told you I was your new master."
Salamon sighed a bit as he listened to her question. " Well to be honest I didn't think you would go through the trouble of trying to capture me. Besides I told you I'm not a servant. I don't intend on ever serving you. No matter what you do. " He said to her now. Though he kind of regretted saying that. He was pretty sure she would hurt him. However he had sworn long ago that he would never work under anyone. And he intended to uphold that oaf.
Sonneillon let out a soft sigh, stepping closer now. She aimed a kick at Salamon's face with the sole of her foot, hoping to knock him down and stomp on his face.
Salamon saw her moving ever closer. He braced himself for an attack. However the kick to his face made him whimper and land on his back. As she whent to stomp him he tried to grab her leg and shove her away. There was no way that he was just going to take a beating from her. He would atleast try to fight back.
Her leg was indeed displaced, but the dread demon didn't seem to lose stability because of it. It seemed to actually excite her, this time around. She swung her arms up, throwing the coat back, tail slowly raising behind her and shivering with delight. "Let's see how well you fare," she purred, before slashing a claw at his face.
Salamon saw that he didn't make her fall. Well that really didn't matter. What mattered was that he really needed to get to his feet. He frowned seeing that their fight was exciting her. That wasn't good. As she swung her claws at him those claws caught him in the cheek. He whimper again he tried to hit her hard with his hand. He was trying to make her back off.
The punch he threw had, like the poison earlier, little to no effect, the dread demon didn't even as much as budge, rather, she threw her hand down in another swipe for his face.
Salamon wasn't happy to see that he could not hurt the other demon. That was not good at all. As she tried to slash him with her claws again he tried his best to catch her hand. " Get off of me." He growled trying to get out of her way now.
He managed to do so, but the small frame possessed an unnatural and tremendous amount of strength.
And unfortunately for Salamon, she had another clawed hand, which moved in a flurry to carve his face open.
Salamon was surprised at how strong she was. However he did have quite a bit of strength himself. He growled trying to keep his face from getting clawed off. He frowned when the claws sunk into the other side of his face. He needed to hide his face. So he tried to turn over on to his stomach. He would be in better position to get up this way as well.
He was able to roll over fairly easy, but as he did so, Sonneillon's tail whipped upwards before stabbing down, aiming to pierce him through the shoulder. That way, she'd have him pinned against the ground, the barbs in her tail expanding if she hit his flesh.
Salamon was happy that he turned over but not for very long. He yelped in pain as he felt her tail go into his shoulder. Now he was pinned to the ground unable to get up. He frowned now knowing that he was trapped. There was really nothing else he could do now.
"You belong to me now, filth," Sonneillon snarled, screwing the tail around. "I hope I made myself clear," she said, glancing down at him. Exmecting nothing but a positive response to her words.
Salamon was not too happy with his current situation. However he wasn't really left with much of a choice now. He had not choice but to submit to this female demon. Even if every part of his being hated that idea. " Okay I get it you have made yourself very clear. I'm yours." He said cringing as she moved her tail. He knew it would not be wise to fight her any longer.
"Good," she purred as she sat down on the small of his back, smoothing her hands up his back. "I'd hate to scar you even more.. But try to run again and I promise you will lose limbs. Preferrably your legs, so you can never run again."
Salamon frowned when she sat on his back. He shoved slight unsure of what she was going to do. " Oh .... I won't run again . I believe i have learned my lesson." He said softly. Carefully he moved his hand out from under him. He made sure that she knew he wasn't trying to do anything.
She glanced at the moving hand, before back at Salamon, , only halfly listening to his words, her tail idly and slowly screwing around in the wound. "I hope you possess an augmented regeneration?" She inquired as she pulled her taio back, before pushing it in again, a desinterested and bored look on her face.
Salamon grunted slightly in pain as he felt her moving her tail around . That actually hurt a bit. He frowned at her question before he gave an answer. " Yes I do have some healing abilities." He told her. He then gave a soft whine when she shoved her tail back in his shoulder. He wished she would not do that.
"Good," she answered with a soft chuckle, putting her hands on his shoulders, leaning down. "You'll need those," she purred in his ear, before her tongue slithered out to lick at his earlobe. "Because I dislike chasing my subordinates around."
Salamon frowned when he heard what she told him. He could not help but shiver when she licked him. He really did not like the idea of being tormented further. " So are you saying that you plan to hurt me more?" He asked with a slight tremble to his voice. He was actually afaid of her answer.
"That is exactly what I'm saying," she crooned in response, biting down on the shell of his ear rather hard, drawing several droplets of blood. At the same time, the tail tore it's way of of his shoulder, before stabbing down, right underneath the previous wound.
The demon flinched when she bit him. Shewould find that his blood had a there sweet taste to it. He would just have to allow her to hurt him. He was going to try to submissive to her. He whimpered again when she ripped her tail from his shoulder only to stab him again. That was definitely painful.
She happily obliged lapping up the blood, purring in delight. "Tell me. How bad does it hurt?" She asked, her tail screwing around in the wound.
Salamon shivered slightly wanting so badly to scream in pain at this point. However he was not going to show her how bad it hurt. He frowned at her words taking a breath now. " It hurts very bad. " He said clinching his hands in pain. It was almost more then he could bare at this point. But he would never tell her that.
"Scream for me, filth," Sonneillon answered with a soft, menacing chuckle, starting to shred through the wound, tearing more of his skin open. "Let me hear your cries.."
He frowned when he heard what she told him. He knew that she would probably just keep hurting him if he refused to do what he was told to. He was quiet for a few seconds. Then as she started hurting again he gave a pained yelp . He moved his head to where his face was hidden. He didn't want her to see the tears that were starting to come from the pain.
The dread demon licked her lips. "Louder," she purred, grinding her tail around in the wounf.
Salamon felt the warm tears starting to come from his eyes . " Yes madam" he said softly upon hearing what she said. As she hurt him further he gave a louder scream of pain. He wasn't stupid enough to say no. Not in his current positon anyhow.
"Yes," Sonneillon purred in delight, sitting back as she ripped her tail put again, starting to lick off the blood and gore now, delightzd by the pain and agony she sensed from Salamon.
He frowned as he laid there under her. He was in quite a bit of pain that was for sure. However he knew that if he just did what she asked he would be fine. Well at least not dead hopefully. He grunted as she ripped her tail out again. " Are you satisfied madam. " He said with pain in his voice. He hopped she would say yes at this point.
"Hm," Sonneillon purred, resting her own body on Salamon's. "Yes.. For the moment," she answered with a soft sigh.
Salamon grunted as he felt her resting on him. Well it seemed that he had become a seat. How lovely. " I'm glad your happy madam." He said his tone a bit sarcastic. Strangely he couldn't help but find himself wondering if she planned on sleeping there. He did not figure he would be that comfortable though.
"Sssh," she sushed sofly. "Don't ruin the moment," she whispered, cuddling closer against Salamon's back. "You might want to let that regeneration kick in now."
Salamon nodded deciding it was better that he just kept quiet right now. " Yes I should do that." He said softly. Slowly he started healing himself. She might note that he got a bit warmer as he did this. He had to heat himself up to quicken the healing process. That was how it works for him.
As Salamon's.body warmed up, Sonneillon purred softly and settled in closer against him. "Warmth," she murmured under her breath.
He smirked when she cuddled closer. It would almost be arousing if not for the fact that she had hurt him like she did. And that she wasn't interested in that. He just silently healed himself and tried to keep from showing that he was turned on a little by this.
A demon like her could sense emotions, while her affinity was strongest with even the smallest feeling of hatred or anger, other emotions could be clear. And arousal was one easiest detected, because aswell as sense it.
She could smell it. "Oh, what's this?" She inquired. The fact he was trying to hide it only making it more obvious. "Are you getting turned on by pain?" She purred the question.
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Salamon blinked when he found out that she knew he was a bit turned on. He really had not meant for her to take note of that. He was a bit of a sick mined demon when it came to things that turned him on. He cleared his throat and kind of snickered a bit. " Well if you want to know the truth as bad as it sounds pain is a turn on for me. Sorry if that upsets you." He told her with a bit of a nervous tone. He wondered if she would hurt him again. Or if she had anouther thing in mind.
[Thought I did. Odd. Maybe it didn't save properly.]
"Hm," she hummed softly, tapping her chin with the claws, turning to lie ontop of him on her back. "I've heard of humans.. Then again, I get incredibly horny on the suffering of others.. It's quite.. Climactic," she purred softly.
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Salamon just smiled at what she said. He wondered if she thought he was human. Surely she could tell that he was a demon right? Not that it really matter to him. She would find out eventually anyway. " Heh sound like it would be. I would make a comment but you already said you weren't interested in that. " He said softly. He moved very slightly trying to get a bit more comfortable. Talking about this wasn't making his situation any better.
Sonneillon sighed softly, before chuckling. "And now you expect me to cave in and have sex with you, hm?" She inquired, tail swaying slowly. She let out another chuckle and pushed herself up. "We leave now," she stated coldly, pulling her coat on properly again.
Salamon snickered at her question. If there was one thing he knew it was never to expect anything from anyone. That could get you killed. " I don't expect anything madam. If you want the truth I prefer males to females any day." He stated. It was only the pain that excited him. He was kind of glad to have her off of him now.
" May I stand up madam? " He as softly. Perhaps that was a dumb question after she had said she wanted to leave. However he just wanted to make sure he didn't upset her. The last thing he wanted was for her to do something worse to him then what she had already done. That could be a very bad thing.
"Oh really?" She asked with a chuckle, before stepping away from him, shaking her head. A good thing to know.
"Oh? Unless you wish to crawl your way there, which would take some time, yes?" She let out another menacing chuckle. "Not that it wouldn't be fun."
Salamon just smirked at her question. He had no reason to lie to her about such things. " Yes really. I would never lie about that." He started. part of him kept wanting to try to run. However he knew well how that would likely end. So he just forced those thoughts away from his mind.
" Well I really would rather not have to do that. Madame " He said pausing a second then shaking his head. " Oh yeah that would be tons of fun Madame " he said to her now. He then carefully got to his feet. It was then that he noted that she was almost as small as he was in her current fourm. That was odd to him. He pondered that as he waited for her to either start walking or point in the direction she wanted to go.
And, just like that, halfway through his sentence, Sonneillon walked off, into the howling blizzard that ravaged through the plains. Walking both slowly and steadily.
Salamon just frowned as she walked off. He was hesitant to follow her. However he was reminded of the fact that she had threatened to remove limbs if he ran again. So he carefully followed her staying close but not overly so. He wanted her to have her space. He sighed hating the fact that.he was now nothing more than a servent to so stupid female demon. The female part is probably what go him the most.
After a while of walking through what seemed like an unbearable blizzard, the natural occurencd suddenly dissappeared. As it had never been there in the first place.
And a large mansion was in view. Ontop of one of the towers sat a horror, a true monster, brandishing ansoft enormous arbalest. However, as it saw its mistress approach, the abomination made his way down and bowed before her with a deep grunt.
Salamon just followed his new master to where he guessed that she resided. The weather really did not bother him all that much. He was one who could endure most harsh conditions. After all like most demons he had spent some time in hell. That was far worse then this.
He looked ahead and saw a large mansion. He did also see the creature perched upon one of the towers. This did not really bother him that much. He figured that it was one of her pets or something. As if in answer to his pondering it bowed before her. Instinct made him back away slightly.
Sonneillon pushed the door open, waving the abomination off. The creature went back to climbing the tower.
As they entered the mansion, the main hall was enormous. Larger than the entire mansion from the outside. Magic, no doubt.
Salamon followed her to the door. He glanced as the creature whent back to his post. He then stood still as she opened the door. He would have done it for her if she had asked. Though he was kind of glad that she didn't. Salamon blinked as he saw how massive her home was. He thought that she must have a lot of magic or something. " it's certainly very big." He whispered to himself. He had never been in a place that big.
The entire mansion was brimming with feelings of unease and dread. While a demon such as herself may easily feel at home in a place as such, others such as Salamon may experience the downside of this.
"Hmm.. You'd only be suited as a cleaner," she hummed, before smirking wickedly. "I hope you don't mind ripping carcasses to shreds."
Salamon shifted as he felt those uncomfortable feeling that the mansion had. Now he was used to feeling overwhelming feelings of sadness and regret. So this was not a far cry from that. He sighed wondering why the heck she wanted to torment him like this. She glanced at her with his glowing cobalt blue eyes and she told him his job.
" Oh lovely. I guess I'll have to love it madam. " He stated with a slight sneer. Just because she wanted him to serve her did not mean he would be nice to her.
"Oh, please don't. I'd much rather you loathe[/] it," she answered, tail idly swaying. She turned around tobmake her way over to a small door on the other end of the massive hall. "I desgined this place quite.. Uniquely. Open this door and behind it will be where you need to be, or, what you yearn most. Or the very thing that makes you feel dread," she chuckled softly.
"It depends on your mood. And on mine."
Salamon just kind of sighed to himself. He did not really care if she was happy or not. " all the more reason to love it" he mumbled. However he was not stupid enough to speak very loudly.
He followed her pulling his hood further over his head. He could still see but she might not be able to see him. He never showed his face to anyone. Though it was more so that they did not recognize him then anything else. He listined as she told him about the door.
" Oh thats rather interesting. You know you must be some kind of powerful to do that." He said to her. He wasn't going to open any doors unless she told him too. Especially with what she told him in mind.
"Some kind of powerful?" A softt chuckle left the pale demon. "I am one of the most poxerful things you have laid eyes on. As long as there is mortality, there is dread. And as long there is dread, there is me." She chuckled softly. "And mortality will never cease to exist."
She gestured qt thethe door. "Now. Open it, be sure to enter the Butcheries."
Salamon listened as she spoke to him. Hum now what she said was interesting to him. So he really was dealing with a supe rpoweful being. That was actually kind of frustrating to him. It lessened his chances of ever escaping this place. He gave a sigh and looked to her now. " Well that makes since. Takes a powerful being to run a place like this I guess." He said to her with a scacastic tone.
He then looked at the door again when he was told to open it. He sighed again " okay Madame." He said to her. He then opened the door. He looked to her and the stepped though hoping he would go to right place now.
She gave him a cold and myrthless look at his remark, she didn't really care what he thought. She could rip the life from him in a second. And he knew that. And he feared her. That was all that mattered.
As Salamon pushed the door open, an ill lit room would be revealed. It was quite large and the thick scent of blood and rotten flesh hung in the air. Several demons looked up at the light that poured through the door, scars littering their faces. Their eyes were vacant, faint to a near lifeless extent. "Keep working," she sneered loudly, the demons nodding and heading back to work. Which in short, was nothing but chopping up corpses. The room was filled with chopping tables and flesh hooks, several bodies hanging from them. "You see, running a cleaner organisation, among other things, is a very profitable bussiness."
Salamon saw the look that his new master gave. He kind of cringed under his hood. Though he enjoyed pain he really didn't want her to go and torture him. He probably would not enjoy that . Actually he knew he would not enjoy that.
As he entered the room the first thing that hit him was the smell. It was not very pleasant at all to him. Though he was able to hide that fact. " Just lovely." He mumbled to himself.h e kind of glaced at the other demons. It seemed he was not the only one who had to do this job. He was really glad that his hood hid his face from them. He hated the company of others of his kind. Most of then like his master thought they were better then he was. He hated that.
He listened to what she was telling him. He looked at her and nodded. " You must be some kind of freak to want body parts." He said. He hoped she did not ever make him one of those bodies that were hanging here. That would be horrible.
Sonneillon folded her hands behind her back as she made her way through thethe corpses that hing from the hooks. The unprocessed ones.
She glanced over his shoulder atand him, sighing softly. "Yes. I am a freak. Unholy and disgusting and alla that. But I have need for limbs and parts. If I want to cannibalise, I am most certainly capable of shredding flesh on my own," she sighed softly. "You see, there are people unassociated with us that pay a good price toto get ridto of corpses. We don't ask questions, merely process and get rid of them." She snickered softly.
Salamon followed her as she walked through. He really wondered what he was going to do. He had no choice but to serve her that was for sure. "Well you know the freaks are attractive I guess. And I can see how that would be profitable then" he told her. He then kind of got quite. His thoughts of deep regret were starting to come out and play. That was never good.
"Get to work," she gestured idly to one of the working tables. "Just pull one from the hooks and chop him up. Smash the mouth, destroy the brain and shred the face," she shurgged slowly. "Those are the main ways of identifying. Chop the rest up in little bits."
She sighed softly. "I don't feed you, if you grow hungry," a soft chuckle left her. "Meat enough."
Salamon stared at his new master for a moment. It was almost like he was challenging her or something. " I'll get right on that." He stated. Any sort of respectful tone he might have had was no longer there. The dark thoughts made him care a bit less about survival. Perhaps not the best thing in the world but it was something that happened.
He sighed and then turned to stare at the table. Maybe he was considering doing what she said. But it wasn't likely. He wondered what she would do now. He really could care less at this point. The ever increasing feelings of regret were making it hard for him to think straight.
She didn't make note of his silent protest. She did however, notice his dark feelings and sorrowful state of mind. She didn't care for it, in fact, she only enjoyed it. These feelings only empowered her. "Good," she only answered, turning around with flicked tail, pushing the door open again. "Oh, yes. Initiate the new meat if you will," she chirped to the other demons.
The few others that were working there seemed to revitalize. A soft grin appearing on their faces as they slammed their knives down in the table and turned to Salamon, making their way over slowly.
Salamon glanced at her as she turned to leave. He then heard what she told the other demons . Oh that did not really sound good. He turned and looked at them. Whatever they had on their minds he knew was going to be very pleasant. However he didn't make a move to escape . He just stared at them with his glowing colbalt eyes. He would not she them that he was afraid.
" Come on then . Let's play." He stated . If he was going to get hurt he would take a few of these others out first. show them that he was no pushover.
The demons exchanged looks and one approached Salamon, stepping forward to attempt and grab his head, slamming it down against the table if he got a hold of it.
Salamon was watching the demons now. Though as they got closer he backed away. His fear was getting the better of him. When the demon whent to grab him he tried to fight back. However he was now a very strong demon. He gave a slight whine as his head slammed against the table. " What are you going to do to me? " He asked. He tried his best to get away from them . He pretty sure that they were going to kill him now.
The demons glanced at eachother and gave a lecherous grin, before taking one of the knives from the rack.
One of them grabbed Salamon's wrist and pressed his hand down on the table. The other demon raised the knife and slammed it down on Salamon's hand, aiming to pierce it and pin it against the table.
As soon as they were done, one snarled softly. "Let's show this bitch who's boss," his mate nodded and grabbed the hem of his trousers, pulling it down.
Salamon tried his best to get away as he felt the demon grab his hand. He help loudly as he shoved the knife through it. It then struck him what they planned on doing. He swallowed hard and shivered. " No please don't." He whispered. Then braced himself for what was to come.
He wiggled around as the pulled his pants down. He knew that this was going to be terrible. Yet slightly exciting. He did like being hurt.
The demon that had practically ripped down Salamon's pants, unbuttoned his own and grinned, sliding his hardened member between the demon's buttocks. The other skirted around, grabbing Salamon's unharmed hand and putting it on his still flacid cock.
And without any form of warning, the demon behind him slid inside, grunting as he started to fuck Salamon quite aggressively.
Salamon gasped as he felt the demons manly bit against him. He took a breath and kind of glanced at the other demon. Carefully he gripped his manly bit . He then started to rub him a bit.
As the other demon slid in he gasped and whimpered. He wiggled a bit more taking deep breaths to try to keep from screaming. That really hurt.
"Do it properly," the demon grunted as he gripped Salamon's wrist harshly.
The other one that was currently rutting him only grunted and sped up, gripping his buttock rather tightly.
Salamon started to rub the other demon harder and faster when heard what he said. He hoped that he liked that. He whimpered louder as the other demon pounded him harder. He still could not help but feel a bit turned on by all of this. Though that was probably because he was a really sick sort of demon.
"Good," he snarled softly. "Now use yer mouth, you filthy whore. And don't even think 'bout usin' teeth," he added with a threatening growl.
The demon that was fucking him from behind seemed to only speed up, then suddenly tensed up and pulled back, spraying his seed over Salamon's buttocks and back, before pushing in again, still as hard as before.
Salamon could feel his eyes tearing up slightly. Now with the demon in his current position and being held down he could not really do as he he told him. " Either you have to let me move my head or get closer one. I can't get to you otherwise. " He stated. He knew that he was probably going to get hit for that. But he really could not help that.
He gasped again as the other demon kept moving faster. He felt him then tense as he pulled out . He frowned as he felt his seed on him. To his surprise the demon just got right back to it. Seemly unphased by that release.
The words barely left him and the demon shuffled closer, prodding his cock against the mask. "Get to it," he snarled again.
Salamon moved a bit trying to hide the fact that he was excited . He then put the demons manly bit iny his mouth . Carefully he start to suck him. He did not want to accidentally bite him. He was not very good at sucking cock though.
It wasn't much like he had to suck, as soon as Salamon took the cock in his mouth, the demon grabbed his head and started to thrust inside his mouth.
The demon behind him still kept violently rutting Salamon, snarling violently.
Salamon really had no choice but to just lay there. He grunted slightly as the demon thusted in to his mouth. He hoped that he would be careful of his horns. After all they were sharp. He gave a muffled whine as the other continue to pound him. He wondered how much he would be able to take.
The demon slammed his hips against Salamon's and kept inside as he shot his seed inside for a second time, grunting softly as he kept his member still inside Salamon. Another snarl left him as he pulled out, wiping his member off on Salamon's leg before stepping back.
The other one, who was still actively fucking the demon's throat, snarled something between his teeth and pulled out, giving himself several strokes before he came on Salamon's face, stepping back. He momentarily admired his own work, before withdrawing aswell.
Salamon cringed as the demon kept slamming in to him. He was starting to wonder when they would be done. He shivered as he felt him cum for a second time. It seemed he was done though after that. Much to the small demons relife.
He was also happy to see that the other demon was done as well. Though getting his seed in his face wasn't really pleasant. He kept still hoping that they would go away now. He definitely had enough of this.
The demons seemed to have had their fill and went back to their work, as if nothing happened. Leaving Salamon on the table, the knife still through his hand, covered in their seed.
Salamon moved a bit with a slight cringe. Well he hoped that there would be no more of that. He took his unhurt hand and wipped his face. He then whent to trying to get the knife out of his hand. He was sure that there would be no way that he could really clean up here.
The other demons paid him no heed, rather heading back to their work. Their mistress may get angry.
Salamon gave a sigh as finally got the knife out of his hand. He the got his pants back up. He supposed he should get to work now. So he mumbled his healing spell as he go a body downy from the hooks. Being short he almost had to climb up on the table to do so. Instead of using a tool to smash the face of the body he just used his fist. The way he did that was quite brutal. Almost as if he was imagining hurting someone. Which he was at the moment.
It didn't matter how he did it, as long as he got results, he'd have to do it as comfortable as possible, since he'd be doing it for a good eternity.
Salamon continue to work. He seemed to get in to a rhythm after a while. He kept up the work for what seemed to be several hours. Though he didn't seem to care what got on him as he did this. He figured that if he did not smell pleasant then he would not be bothered. He really did not enjoy what those other demons did. So he was going to try to both do his job and make sure that there was not a repeat of what had just happened.
And so, hours turned to days. And only after several days, the door opened, the small stature of Sonneillon walking in and glancing around, before making her way to Salamon. Watching him work without a word.
Salamon just did his job without a word. He figured that it was best to be quite. Of course after several days of doing this he most certainly was not the best smelling creature in the world. He glanced up when heard the door open. Though once he saw that it was just his mistress he whent back to his job. He figured that if she wanted something she would say so. Not his place to ask after all.
"You reek," she started after. A short time. "Not of blood nor rot," a sly smirk curled her lips. "Had fun?"
Salamon frowned as she spoke. He set the knife that was in his hand down. He did not want to be tempted to throw the thing at her. " Oh yeah. Maybe you should try it sometime. It's a real thrill" he growled at her. He really was not happy to have that brought up. He really just wanted to forget about that.
"Hmm, I'd choose not to," she answered with a soft chuckle. "I'm not as vulgar and disgusting as you are."
Salamon looked at his master with a frown. He sighed and shook his head. He wanted to slap her at that point. She was getting on his nerves " Your stupid. That's what you are. You think that your so much better then everyone else. But you're not . You are just as pathetic as everyone else . Someone should put you in your place. " He snarled at her. It was obvious that she was testing his patience. He just had enough of all this now.
As Salamon talked, he could see the other demons ducking behind their tables or just fleeing away from them altogether. And as he talked, Sonneillon's eyes lit up, the grin creeping up on her face until her sharp fangs were completely exposed.
"Thank you for giving me a reason," she whispered in anticipation, before her face distorted into an even wider, sickening grin. Her tail flicked around and would go for his throat, aiming to choke him and force him down toat his knees.
Salamon saw how the others reacted. However he did not really care. He was just really upset at her. Then after he spoke he saw her look. He cringed and tried to back away. He knew that he had made a mistake. However he could not take back his words. He could only pay for his mistake now.
He felt her wrap her tail around his neck . However instead of going to his knees like he should have he grabbed her tail. His eyes glowed as he used his dark magic. He tried to give her an electric shock. He knew that he might hurt himself but at least he might make her stop this way.
The shock didn't even do as much as phase her. She simply absorbed it through her skin. If magic like that would faze her, she wouldn't be as feared as she was.
The tail coiled around his throat tighter, aiming to cut him off completely. At the same timetime, her spine popped and grew crooked, her face distorted and mouth grew as she took her other form once again, snarling slowly.
Salamon found that his magic did not work on her. That really didn't make him very happy. He soon found that he could not breath as the tail tightened. He stopped fighting and slid down to his knees. He wondered if she would kill him. He could feel himself getting dizzy from lack of air. He definitely didn't want to pass out now.
Massive claws got a grip around Salamon's face, probably leaving scratchmarks and drawing blood. The tail around his throat gave way so he could breath again. She didn't want him passing out now did she?
"Do you care to repeat yourself?" She asked, her voice darker and raspier. She pressed her face closer to his, a slobber sliding past her teeth and dripping on his face. "I am way better than the disgusting filth you are. I am not as pathetic to serve a master, I'm not as weak as the filth you are." A soft, amusing snarl came from her. "I am leagues better than the weak little shit you are."
Salamon felt fear now as she grabbed his face. As he tail loosened up he gave a gasp. He was glad to be able to breath now. He whimpered a bit as she asked her question. He did know one thing. She could be quite scary. He wondered if she was just going to scare him. Or if she was going to do something else. He hoped that it was the former.
After she was done speaking he looked at her. His expression was a mix of fear and anger. He really hated this female demon. He did have one last trick he could try. While she was in his face she would not likely see the knife lifting from the table. He was a pretty powerful magic user.
He took a breath and managed to force a smile to his face. " Fuck you." He growled. Then he tried to make the knife slam in to her . He wanted to make her back off.
The knife easily sank into her skin, probably hitting some vital organs. But Sonneillon was no human. Humans would die from this. And as she had so eloquently explained before. As long as men felt dread, she'd live. And right now, Salamon was one person that felt dread. And it was delightful.
She didn't even as much asas flinch. And as soon as he opened his mouth, she pushed several claws inside, before gripping his chin and attempting to dislodge his chin. If she managed to even shove her claws inside his mouth, several would pierce through his cheek and shred his face.
Salamon could not believe that she seemed unhurt by the knife. He got the idea that she was not someone who he could ever beat. No matter what he tried. And now the demon was probably going to pay for trying to fight back. That wasn't something he looked forward to. He was thankful to have healing abilities now. He would definitely need them.
Salamon however did have enough sense the know when he was in trouble. Not that he would be able to apologize. She was to dislocate his jaw and those claws did shread his face pretty good. He tried to cover his face making a sound of pain. That really really hurt. He tried his best to turn over so he could keep her from hurt his face further.
As he turned around to cower away from her, she stepped forward, trying to grab the back of his head and slam his head into the ground.
Salamon really could not fight back now. All he could do was just take whatever she gave him. As she slammed his head on to the ground he gave a groan of pain. Other than that he did not really move. He wondered if she was done yet. He wasn't sure how much more he would be able to take.
She was not done by a long shot.
As soon as she tired of beating Salamon's face into the ground, she pulled his arm up, aiming to dislocate his shoulder with a soft, hungry snarl. She leaned down and chomped into said shoulder, aiming to tear out the socket with her massive fangs.
Salamon was not in a very good position at all. After getting his face slammed into the ground several times he gave a weak groan . He was wondering if eventually she would knock him out. Then she whent on to hurt him even more.
As she tried to dislocate give should he gave a loud sound of pain. Maybe she really did intend to kill him. He wanted to beg but he really couldn't. There was a crack as instead of dislocating his shoulder she actually broke it. He tried to yell in pain . He definitely wasn't enjoying any of this. He had the horrible feeling that it would only get worse.
She spat out several chunks of flesh and boneshards. "Disgusting," she snarled, leaning up slightly as she turned around to grab his other hand, starting to slowly pinch off his fingertips between her claws.
Salamon just kind of laid there . He hoped that she would with kill him or knock him out one. He had not ever been tortured like this before. Even in hell it was this bad. And Her torture was only getting more painful.
As she whent on to slowly pinch off the tips of his fingers her just yelled louder. He was sure that it didn't do any good. However he really couldn't help it. It just hurt really badly.
She wasn't done just yet. She grabbed his index finger and pulled out his fingernail, before breaking the finger completely, moving onto the next one and repeating this. Relishing at the screams he produced.
Indeed the pain just got worse for Salamon now. As she ripped off his fingernails and broke his fingers he only yelled louder. He started to cry a bit. He knew she would only enjoy that. Though as long as she stopped soon he yell as loud as she wanted him to.
"Good, good," she crooned with a soft snarl. When she was done with his fingers, she moved on to pull his wrist back and break his hand.
Now the poor demon was pretty sure that she planned on killing him. And slowly at that. He moved his feet slightly as she pulled his wrist back. Between the blood loss and the pain he started to pant a little . He was really really hurting. As his wrist snapped he groaned . He blinked several times and shivered a bit. He was definitely not going to upset her anymore if she let him live.
"Tell me," she hissed softly, leaning forward. "Who is the stupid one here?" A soft chuckle came from her. "Who is the filth that only lives because the other allows it?"
Salamon was breathing pretty hard at this point due to the pain. He frowned knowing that he really couldn't answer her. She did dislocate his jaw after all . But he did make a sound that would indicate that he was saying ' I am' though the sound was not very clear. It was hard to talk at this point. What was clear was the fact that definitely knew she could kill him. And he would rather work for her then die. After all the guy did have some value for his life.
Sonneillon returned to her normal form, resting her elbows on Salamon's back, folding her hands together. She rested her chin on top of it, humming softly. "You should get back to work," she started with a soft smirk.
Salamon noted that she seemed to be done tormenting him. With that in mind he got his healing spell going. Of course that was almost as painful as bring tormented. Once he was healed a gave an awkward smirk. It seemed that even this much pain was a turn on . " Yeah I probably should Madame." He said softly. He moved his hand to hide that he was turned on. He didn't want her to know. Though if she figured it out the first time she probably knew this time.
A soft smirk grew on Sonneillon's lips. Among the scent of blood and the feelings of dread, the scent of sex slowly filled her nostrils. Her tail flicked down and slowly slipped past the hem of his pants, rubbing against his ass. "Hmm, intriguing."
Salamon blinked a bit when he felt her tail go down the back of his pants . He tried to hold back a sigh as she rubbed against him. He had to wonder why she was doing that now. " What's intriguing Madame? " He asked . He wiggled a bit more as he tried to get comfortable. He was a bit afraid of what was on her mind.
"You reek of lust," she answered wih a soft purr. "I thought almost killing you was beyond your arousal," she leaned forward to lick his ear, before biting it, drawing several drops of blood. "Seems I was wrong."
At that, the tail inched ever so slowly inside Salamon.
Salamon kind of grinned a little. To tell the truth no matter how bad one hurt him he would still get turned on. It was a bit of a coping skill for him. " Well when you're usally the one who gets hurt you just learn to adapt I guess. " He said to her now. He flinched when she bit him still grinning a bit. It seemed his mistress could admit when she was wrong.
He gave a soft sigh as she pushed her tail in. As long as she just used her tail he would be okay. He did not really fancy actually doing it with her. As he stated before females were not really his thing.
She pushed it deeper, deeper and even deeper inside, up to painful extents. Sonneillon was as wicked as they came. Then she stopped, letting her tail expand ever so slightly inside of him. "Now.. Keep me from ripping you apart from the inside. Give me some good reasons," she purred.
It did not take Salamon long to realize that this was yet another sick way to hurt him. But as painful as it was he just kept quiet. That is until she spoke again. " well I don't know what you're wanting me to say Madame. You are my master therefore you decide my fate. I only live to serve you. No matter what you want me to do ill do it without question. " he stated to her now. He was not sure what else he could say. She had definitely made sure that he knew who was boss here. So as he said he was hers now.
A soft chuckle. "Not good enough," she mused with a soft hum.
Salamon sighed not sure what he should do. He moved abit as he ponders his options. " well can you at least give me an idea of what you want. Because I have no clue." He said to her with a blink. Sometimes not being very bright made it hard to understand what others wanted from him. Of course having her tail where it was didn't help either.
Another soft chuckle. "Wrong," she answered with a soft smirk, the tail still expanding inside of him.
Salamon was really at a loss here. He was quite as he wondered what it was she could possibly want. Then something dawned on him. " well I am a powerful spell caster. I don't know if thats of any use. I can also cook quite well. Though you gave me this job so you probably don't care about that either. And you say you have a lot of servants so I don't think youd want a personal slave either. " he stated. He wasn't sure what she wanted so he was down to trying to name off his uses. He really had no other choice.
He cringed as the tail got bigger. Both at the pain and the ever growing discomfort in his pants. He wondered why she was playing this sick game with him. And if he would be able to get the right answer.
Another soft, menacing chuckle as the tail kept growing. "Hmm.. Wrong again," she answered with a warm, cunning smile. "Come now, it isn't too difficult," she murmured with a soft smile.
Salamon frowned abit. Well if she she didn't want any of that then what else was there. He looked at her cringing as the tail got bigger. " well I would offer you sex but you pretty much told me you were not interested before . So I truly dont know what you're wanting." He told her now. The poor demon really was clueless now. Hopefully she would at least give him a hint.
A soft, almost tired sigh came from Sonneillon. "I'm not interest in you delivering, because you are nothing but-," she cut herself off, a soft smirk growing. She hadha no intention of giving more clues than that.
Salamon blinked as he relized what she wanted him to say. He sighed abit . " I am nothing but a worthless little shit. Or piece of filth or pathetic" he stated to her. He had heard her call him all three of those names. He just didn't know witch one to use.
"Good," she murmured, biting her lip. While the tail didn't grow any bigger, she started toto pull it back with jarring movements, before pushing it back forward. And soon, she had built up quite the relentless pace.
Salamon grunted as she started to move her tail. He couldn't hold back the soft sighs . It did feel quite good to him. " master can I please at least pull my pants down?" He asked softly. His pants were getting uncomfortable now. Though he expected her to tell him no.
"No," she answered as predicted. "You should stay there, unmoving as the man-bitch you are."
Salamon figured that would be the response. Well at least the no part. He tried his best to keep still though he seemed to have trouble doing so. " Yes Madame" he said to her with a soft sigh. He wondered though if she did this to all her minions. If so she definitely got around alot. Though he wasn't stupid enough to bring that up . If he did he was certainly sure that she'd kill him for that. And he didn't want that at all.
"Good, now hold your tongue, or I'll rip it out," she snarled softly, the tail only speeding up.
And, after a short while, she repositioned herself, sitting down infront of Salamon, legs folded and just watching him.
Salamon was definitely wise enough to know when to be quite. He tried his best to hold in the soft pleasured groans as the tail moved faster. If there was one thing about the small demon it was that he had stamina. He frowned and gave a slightly confused look when she moved in front of him. Though he wasn't going to ask why she did that.
Sonneillon seemed to be the pinnacle of desinterest. She leaned forward to groom on her own nails, picking out some pieces of gore and blood, occasionally glancing to Salamon again.
Salamon just signed a bit. He wondered why she was doing this if she wasn't really interested in it. " Why do this if you're not interested?" He asked taking soft breaths. It probably wasn't wise to question his master. However it might be noted that normally one did this for their own pleasure as well. So he had to wonder why she did it if she wasn't enjoying it. There had to anouther reason.
"You are mine," she answered with a soft, menacing chuckle. "I do with you as I please."
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.
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.
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.
"No," she answered, letting out a soft, amused hum. "Undress. Completely."
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.
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.
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.
As soon as he did so, Sonneillon turned around aswell, scraping one of her fingers over the table before leaving.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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'.
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.
A hallway was visible, though it seemed to run on forever. Stretching out farther than his eye could properly see.
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.
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.
Phears looked around with a frown. He was not sure which way he should go. The demon wonder where each direction lead. He then decide to go in the direction that he was facing. The demon was worried that he might find a torture chamber in this place. What worried him more was that he could end up being the next in line. Though he might enjoy it he still knew that it would hurt. And he might be killed in that case. He shivered but kept moving forward wondering where he would end up next.
As he started walking, he'd draw up on Sonneillon, standing with her back towards him. Not speaking or turning around. It seemed like she hadn't noticed him yet.
Salamon blinked as he saw his master ahead of him. He stopped instantly and tried to go back the other way. He really did not want to get in trouble. He cringed hoping that he didn't let her know that he was there.
As he turned around and started walking once more, he'd notice Sonneillon once again. Approaching him from the front. She walked up to him and chuckled softly.
"Are you lost?" She inquired, before shaking her head and brushing past him, slowly dissolving into ashes as she went.
Salamon cringed as his noted that his master had appeared once again. He shiver thinking that he was about to be punished. However he blinked as she asked her question. Then she moved past and disappeared. He blinked a bit wondering what had just happened. However he just shook his head a let out a relived sigh. At least he did not get hurt that time.
It was more than obvious that Sonneillon wasn't the least bit interested kn him making his escape. As if she knew more than she would let on.
But there was no choice for him but to keep walking, was there? Yet, as he did, regardless of any direction. He'd come across yet the same door.
Salamon was actually starting to wonder why his master had not come after him yet. He was wondering if she had some horrible plan in mind. However he had already gotten this far so he figured that he should just keep going.
As he kept moving he frowned as he came to the door yet again. Well all he could do was think of somewhere else to go. Maybe he should check out where the sleeping places were or something like that. Though as he pushed the door open he got a terrible feeling and all he could think of was that he hoped that he would not end up in some horrible place.