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Mar 24, 2013 12:42PM
"There is another room right beside this one," Shetan replied. The cold breeze blew on him as well, and it relaxed him more, making him feel drowsy and sleepy. He closed his eyes without thinking about it and almost fell asleep right there, but he quickly realized it and opened his eyes again, glancing at her.
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Shetan kept his windows open, enjoying the feel of the cold breeze. Even though he was made out of fire, he loved the cold, maybe not quite as much as he loved warmth, but he still loved the cold a lot. He stretched a little on the bed and yawned a great yawn, covering his mouth. Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep almost immediately. He slept peacefully, looking like the exact opposite of evil. When he slept, one could think he was a totally gentle creature all the time. He slept deeply, breathing softly and evenly.

Shetan never had nightmares. He was a nightmare himself, and nightmares never had nightmares. He slept calmly through the night, every once in a while growling softly in his sleep for no reason.
((Be back in a couple hours.))

Shetan was still fast asleep in the bed, completely oblivious to Rin walking in. Fortunately, he was not snoring. He was still sleeping in the same position on his back, breathing deeply and evenly. He was a very active monster, but he was also a lazy bum.

Usually, it took a lot to wake Shetan up. He could sleep right through an earthquake or a tornado whenever he fell into one of his deep sleeps. But this time, when she placed her hand on his cheek, he felt it, and oddly, he woke up. His red eyes slowly opened after he heard her soft voice saying his name. His huge hand subconsciously reached up slowly and touched her hand on his cheek before he looked up at her. A slight smile crossed his face.

Shetan's slight smile widened into a grin. "Better," he replied. "I got cooks...and my aunt...who would be glad to do the work." He sat up and stretched with a groan and covered his mouth to muffle a great yawn. "Come with me....if I can even get up out of bed. They'll be in the kitchen." Shetan finally got himself to stand up.

Shetan chuckled softly. "Thanks for the attempted help. It helps me more than you can see." He began to walk out of the room and down the stairs with her on his shoulder, holding her securely with his hand and his arm around the upper portion of her legs to prevent her from falling.

Shetan smiled softly as she put her head on his and placed her hands on him. "I simply cause that to not happen. Just like I can cause you to not get burned by my hot body." He had made it down the stairs and was heading into the kitchen.

"I do," Shetan replied, stopping once they were in the kitchen. "All the time. People always tell me I'm not scary once they get to know me. You could say I have two personalities."

"Probably because the ones in the town are humans, and they got that human nature. You know how humans are..." Shetan sniffed, looking off to the side with a disgusted look on his face. "But here, there are no humans....well, almost no humans." Shetan looked mysterious now.

"I know," Shetan murmured. "I know you didn't." Then he continued with a slight, mysterious smile, "My mother. But she looks young enough to be my daughter. The secret to her youthful look is that I have given her the gift of immortality." Shetan leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.

Shetan managed to keep himself from bursting into laughter at her words. "She is human, and she lives right next door. My aunt lives here and likes to cook along with the other cooks. My aunt is a ghost."

"It's quite all right," Shetan said. "My aunt didn't die. She was born a ghost. It's her species. As for my mother, I know this is confusing to you, but sometimes, this can be the case. My mother is human, but I am not human one bit. I'm not even one percent human. I am a vampire, werewolf, shapeshifter, zombie, ghost, evil spirit, demon, smoke monster, and black lava. That is it."

"My father was a demon," Shetan replied. "But not anything else. I was just born being all those things. Perhaps it's a freak of nature, but it's true. And I'm proud of what I am."

Shetan smiled and hugged her back, putting his arms around her and stroking her back just a little, being quite gentle if he ended up touching her wings.

Shetan released her from his little hug once she pulled back and got her food and started eating at the counter. "Hey," he called over to one of the cooks. "Throw me a blood bag, will ya?" The female cook nodded. "Sure thing, Master." She opened the fridge and threw Shetan a huge blood bag, and the blood inside was human. Shetan was obviously good at catching stuff from far away, for all he had to do was just raise his open hand and allow it to smack right into his hand. Then he began to drink the blood from it.

Shetan drank the whole thing down without stopping. He finished and simply threw it into the trash as far away as the fridge on the other side of the kitchen, and it went right in.

Shetan wandered over and sat on the couch in the living room, leaning back into it. One of the ghosts asked him if he wanted anything else, but Shetan replied, "Oh, no, I couldn't. I'm still incredibly full after my huge dinner last night. The blood bag was good enough." He placed his hand over his huge stomach and relaxed more into the couch.

Shetan opened his eyes, feeling her head on his lap. He reached his huge hand over and placed it on her shoulder gently.

Shetan gave a small smile, going and giving her head a few gentle, soft pats before setting his hand back on her shoulder, stroking her once.

Shetan gave a small, mischievous grin. "I seem to have a knack for doing that, don't I?" he smirked. But he stopped with the stroking and just allowed his hand to rest on her shoulder again.

Shetan was silent, looking down at her with a gentle gaze as she stretched. The yawning was contagious, for he had to cover his mouth and muffle a small yawn.

Shetan chuckled quietly and grinned. "They have to be contagious. They must be."

Shetan noticed her bubbliness dimming, and he frowned slightly. "Is your mother..." he trailed off, looking off to the side, not wanting to make her feel bad just in case he was right in his assumption that her mother was dead.

Once he heard that sob, Shetan wasted no time at all. He gently took her into his arms, pulling her close to his chest and embracing her warmly, avoiding her wings so as to not injure them. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I know exactly what the feeling is like."