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Sep 25, 2013 02:19PM
Irene nibbled on her lower lip, bouncing on her feet nervously. She was ready to shower and clean out her lash wounds and then get some clothes on. She was desperately uncomfortable being naked in front of all of these strangers. Irene got into a small shower stall and began to quickly shower off, looking down at the cuts and slashes.
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Shetan walked out of his room and down some hallways and past rooms, heading outside into the cool night air. He went into the cemetery and began to walk slowly through it. The light, eerie, and slightly foggy mist swirled around the old, weathered tombstones and around him.
Irene had finished up and she ringed out her hair of the water good enough before stepping out. She turned off the water and wrapped the towel around her body and headed out of the shower room. Irene was met with two other slaves who she didn't of course know, but they were nice to her and the first human to talk to her since she has been here. She blinked whenever they brought her into the changing room that had a lot of the girls clothes they were allowed to used. It consisted of long white dresses, short dresses, and mainly.. dresses. It was more medieval then she expected but the dresses were beautiful.
At last, Shetan passed the two graves of his parents. He grabbed a tiny, light blue flower that was growing nearby and put it on his father's grave before grabbing another of the same flower and putting it on his mother's grave. There was a bench behind him that was in front of the two graves, and Shetan sat down on it.
Irene slipped on one of the long dresses that fit her body perfectly while flowing around her legs. She looked down at it, she couldn't help but think how beautiful it was but she still wasn't happy to be here. Gaining the new girls as her friends they fixed her hair into a braid, trying to get their minds off of things and seem happy. but they all knew they weren't.
Shetan stayed in front of the graves for a while. It seemed to help ease his mind somewhat, but at the same, it didn't. Looking at the graves helped remind him of their deaths, while at the same time, it comforted him.
Irene had long blonde hair that looked perfect in a braid. Without makeup, her braided hair, white dress, and slightly flushed cheeks she looked like a medieval Goddess. She and the other slaves girls were hurried out and headed their separate ways to their bedrooms but they were free to roam for about thirty minutes.
A bit later, Shetan ended up falling asleep on the ground, right in front of the graves. He was lying on his side in a light sleep, sleeping somewhat peacefully, but would stir slightly in his sleep.
Irene decided to walk along the hallways that she hasn't looked through yet and made her way out into the yard. She saw that there were large black gates, keeping her from stepping outside of the kingdom. She began to walk around, pinching her dress slightly along the way until she found the cemetery. Irene glanced at a few then she saw something hunched over near a bench and walked over to it. She saw Shetan and watched carefully "I didn't know demons could sleep.." she muttered. Irene bent over, her white dress pooling slightly to her feet as she read the tombstones.
A few tears had rolled down Shetan's face as he lay there on his side on the ground, still in a light sleep and completely oblivious of her presence. He was having the nightmare again, and though he seemed still and peaceful, the few tears gave his uneasiness and heartache away.
Irene glanced at Shetan, thinking he had moved but he didn't. She did a double take and her blue eyes widened to see tears rolling down his face as he slept. I knew he has felt hurt... this grave must be a relative or a close one he has lost... Irene stoodnup and hesitantly walk beside Shetan, wanting to comfort him but it wasn't easy
Shetan remained asleep, but more tears rolled down his face as he cried silently in his sleep. Soon he was muttering in his sleep, "Don't die." He gripped some grass tightly.
Irene gasped slightly whenever she saw him crying pretty hard and talking in his sleep. She sat down on the grass beside him, on her knees where her dress pooled around he like white water. Swallowing, she hesitated but reach over with a small pale hand to rest on Shetans broad shoulder. "Demon.. demon king.." she said, unaware of his real name.
Giving a slight, startled gasp, Shetan stirred and woke up. He turned his head and stared straight up at her, then felt the tears in his eyes and on his face. He quickly looked away and wiped his eyes, not interested in crying in front of her.
Irene jumped herself whenever he gasped, scaring her slightly. She quickly removed her hand from anywhere near him, not wanting to be hit at or seen doing so. Folding her hands in her lap, she watched Shetan carefully before saying something. "Sorry to startle you.. I don't think that the ground is an ideal place for sleeping." she began but paused. "So, would you care to admit that I was correct?" She glanced to the tombstones "You have obviously lost someone or someones important to you. You've cried the whole time I've been here and whispering in your sleep.. You've gone through hurt, you just don't want to admit it."
"I'm not going to tell any personal, private matters to an enemy," Shetan muttered, not looking at her. He stared at the tombstones, still lying on his side. He felt more tears brim at his eyes, and that irritated him.
Irene eyes narrowed whenever he had called her an enemy. She hadn't done anything to him, she didn't hold something against him or from him that he needed. She was the one who had been captured by him, if anything he was her enemy! Irene shook her head, pushing those thoughts out. She wouldn't snap now. Standing up, she walked around the other side of him, her braid softly brushing against her back before she sat down again her knee's in front of him. Her eyes looked even bluer as night fell and her hair was pulled back. "I am not your enemy, demon. And have you ever felt like you have a fog in your chest? Like it was stiff in tight? Like.. whenever your about to cry or something but your try not to? That's what it will feel like whenever it's time for you to open up that bottle of secrets."
"Why are you doing this?" Shetan asked. "Why are you trying to pry into my personal life? You act like you're trying to become my friend or something." Shetan's vision started to become blurred as more tears came out. He let the gentle breeze blow some of his hair into his face.
Her eyes flickered around his tear stained face as the wind blew his hair, hiding his eyes which were stricken with sadness and blurred with tears. Irene sighed softly and leaned over, trying not to hesitate, but pushed back the hair from his face. "Because whether you know this or not, humans care about all living creatures even if they are evil good, broken or healed. Whenever they are hurt we help." Irene said softly as she searched his eyes carefully. "And I already know you would rather be anything but friends with me, a human. Because you think humans are nothing but a piece of garbage on the side of the road." she added. "But answer me this carefully; What would you be if we took away your strength and powers?" Irene asked.
"A powerless demon," Shetan replied easily. "I still wouldn't be human because of my appearance and habits." Then Shetan felt his heartache get the best of him, and he hid his face in his arm as his huge body began to shake with his deep, quiet sobs. His luxurious, wavy, black hair covered his strong back, while some of it fell over his shoulder and some of his arm as he sobbed.
Irene softly shook her head, looking at the ground "No you wouldn't, demon. You would mostly human. Just... a human with a bad attitude and belief that your a all evil." She said before looking up to see him now hiding in his arms and he was shaky. Irene's eyes filled with sorrow and pity for him. she bit her lip nervously and tried to reach her hand and touch him on the arm for warm comfort.
"Yes, I would," Shetan snapped quietly, choking back a sob. "Look at me." He snapped his head up to look straight into her eyes, his face tear-stained and full of pain, as well as hardness. "Would a human have these teeth?" He curled his lips back and showed his sharp, pointy teeth. "Or these claws?" He brandished his short, sharp claws to show her them. "Or these horns?" He made his devilish horns come out of his head briefly to show her before having them sink back down into his head again. "Or these wings?" He stretched out his gargoyle wings that were already out and showed her them. "No ordinary human has these, these assets I was born with." Shetan managed to say all this throughout all the sobs he was choking back, and his voice was slightly shaky. Then his lower lip quivered, and he immediately hid his face in his arm again, sobbing softly.
She sucked in a breath whenever he jolted up with such fierceness in his tone and in his eyes that it nearly scared her to death. Irene only glanced here and there at what he was showing her but she refused to give up. Even though he had startled her and proven a good point, she would just come back stronger. "Appearances doesn't matter where I come from, demon. They care about whats on the inside, whats truly in your heart not what your trying to put in there because you think it is whats right. If you were a real demon, you wouldn't care about death even of a loved one. You would be mostly care free and nasty like the guard who had approached me earlier today." She finished "But I doubt this even matters since I'm nothing but a stupid human girl to you." Irene said, her features hardening and her eyes fogging over.
Shetan didn't say anything. He couldn't say anything even if he wanted to, not without his voice breaking. He just kept sobbing bitterly into his arm, his huge wings trembling as his body shook from his sobs.
Irene just watched him for a short while as the moon rose into the sky and the sun came out. She didn't bother to say anything as she stood up from beside him and headed through the grave yard. She had spoken her piece and he didn't deserve her comfort in any way possible. Irene sneaked through the always easily, most of the guards were asleep or eating. She moved into her room and shut, locked and blocked her door before heading over to the bed.
A bit later, Shetan stopped crying. He raised his head and saw that she was gone. Feeling rather content that she was gone, he wiped his face and eyes with his hand before getting up, sniffling once, and he went back inside. He went up to his room and closed the door, lying down in bed and falling asleep. This time, he had no more nightmares. Tomorrow was Friday, the start of the weekend and the start of the days off for the slaves.
Irene sat down on the side of the bed for a little bit, starring down at the ground as she got lost in thought. After awhile she snapped out of it and looked around. She laid down on the bed and tugged on the thin white sheets and woven blanket, curling up and drifting off into slumber.
When the morning came, Shetan stayed in bed and slept in. He didn't have to worry about getting up in time to watch the slaves work, because this was the first day off.
Irene had gotten out of bed late, which was unusual for her since she was normally and early bird back at home where she lived as a human. She sat up in bed and yawned, rubbing her eyes before blinking and looking around. She untangled her braid to end up with beautiful wavy blonde hair now. Then she saw a shadow in the corner with glowing yellow eyes. Aemon.
Shetan got up out of bed once he had stretched and yawned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it down and no longer making it stick up as straight as it was. He opened the door and walked out.
She sucked in a breath and her eyes widened. Aemon came out of the shadows, walking slowly towards her has he gave a slow applaud to her, smirking. "Well done human, you've actually got Lord Shetan down on his knee's crying all night. Not sure hwy but you did it." he said but only got a glare in response from Irene. "But, that isn't a good thing, my dear. So I'm afraid you must be punished. My way."
Shetan was completely oblivious to what was going on in her room. He was slowly walking down the long hallway, attempting to wake up more.
Irene tensed at the thought of dare being man handled by the demon, shivering. She began to back up on the bed, trying to get away from him as he began to came closer and crawling on the bed near her. "There's no where to run, Irene. You know how much stronger and faster demons are than pesky humans. Give in." he said in a evil purr as he leaped on top of her, Irene struggling and kicking trying to kick him off. she began to scream and trying to get away but it was pretty much useless. Aemon pushed her arms over her head and trapping her legs under him. "Shut up." he hissed.
Shetan heard the scream and rushed over, pulling the door knob out of the door with his strength before heading in suddenly. Rage suddenly filled him as he saw the scene. "AEMON!!!" he roared, his face enraged and even more hideous-looking. He punched the demon off the bed and off Irene.
Aemon and crushed his deep pink lips against Irene's just before Shetan came running to the door. His fangs nipped at her lip, cutting them up a good bit especially whenever he tore away and looked over his shoulder at Shetan. His eyes widened slightly whenever he came running towards him and felt the punched, being pushed across the room and slamming against the cement wall. Irene let out a scream, frightened whenever she saw both Aemona and Shetan. Irene clasped her hands over her mouth, feeling a bit of blood dripping down.
"There is a rule against my demons forcing this kind of contact onto slaves!" Shetan yelled, grabbing the demon like he weighed nothing and throwing him out of the room. Then he began to whip him mercilessly.
Irene looked over at Aemon and Shetan as Shetan yelled at Aemon, and then dragging him outside her room and whipping him. Of course Irene already hated Aemon but she couldn't help but flinch and cringe and the sound of the whips and Aemons cries. But not once had she heard a since plea or Aemon begging for forgiveness. Irene had her legs curled up against her chest, her mouth covered.
Shetan gave him a hundred whips at least before finally stopping. "If this happens again, you're dead meat," he thundered ominously before putting his whip back in his pocket. "Now get out of here," he hissed fiercely.
If Aemon werent a high blooded demon, he wouldn't have survived that many lashes. If a human can hardly take 4.. well you should get it from here. He coughed up some blood and spit it onto the ground as he stumble, fell, and tripped over his own feet but made his way out of that hallway. Leaving it empty with only Shetan in it while Irene stayed in her room.
Shetan watched the demon go before he looked back at the doorway to Irene's bedroom. He slowly came back in and looked at her, standing closer to the doorway than to her bed and her.
Irene was staring blankly at the door, not even looking at Shetan as if he were just a ghost or something. Then she finally snapped out of it and pulled herself together. She swallowed the few droplets that leaked into her mouth from her cut up bottom lip. She looked up at him with her large blue, and slightly blurred, eyes.
Shetan took a few steps closer, crossing his arms. There was a small pause before he said, "Today is the start of the weekend. On today, Saturday, and Sunday, you are free to do as you please around here." Then he turned around and began to leave.
Irene's eyes slightly narrowed as he said that plain and simple, just changing the subject like nothing had happened. It was really difficult for Irene to hold her temper around Shetan with his attitude. "Don't worry, I'm just peachy!" she yelled after him as he left.
Shetan suddenly stormed in and suddenly slapped her very hard. "I just bothered to save your wretched life from that demon, and this is how you thank me?!" he roared at her.
"It wouldn't matter if I was any other slave! You still would have treated them the same! You would have punished him all in the same. I don't think I should thank you for anything. You've whipped me many times, slapped me, strangled me, abused me, neglected me! Hell I was nearly being rapped then and there in the hallway and you decide to punish me!" she screamed at him, her face beat red.
"You keep screaming and being disrespectful, and you will get punished!" Shetan screamed back, grabbing his whip and beating her just as hard as he did the demon. He beat her with all the anger and hate he had. "And guess what! You're the first slave that I've treated this cruelly because you are the only loud-mouth, hot-tempered bastard! If you were going to keep acting like crap, then why did you even bother to comfort me last night?!"
Irene let out a scream whenever he whipped her, tears pricked in her eyes and began to shed whenever she turned and started to yell at him. "Because I'm the only slave who actually cares! Have you ever had a single demon, slave, or human who has treated you like I did last night?!" she screamed "And I comfort you because I know you need it. I know you need someone to be there for you even if you beat and abuse them. I don't care if you beat me till death, I will always be a better person than you. In the end, if you kill me. You'll have no one there for you, whether you want me here or not. I'm just trying to help you." She said while tears ran down her face.
"You do NOT care!" Shetan screamed in rage, continuing to whip her viciously. "Do you call screaming help?! You don't give a crap about me! If you really cared, you wouldn't be so hot-tempered and bastardly! You would be kind and gentle. But since you're a loud-mouth, screaming automatically makes you no better at all! You're the most wretched, low, pathetic, idiotic piece of filth that existed! Even my own mother treated me with sweetness and gentleness! So if you really care, then shut up your big mouth and act like a human for a change!" By now, Shetan had stopped whipping her, and he was glaring at her and breathing heavily, livid.
Irene gripped the pillows, covers, the edge of the bed, anything as she was being whipped while crying and taking what he was saying. She was shaking, her back had at least almost twenty scars and open wounds, including her stomach. After a few moments that he had stopped, she shakily turned and looked up at him with tear stricken eyes. "Fine, I wont show any comfort for you anymore. I wont help you anymore. Don't dare come to talk to be even if I'm bleeding to death!" she with shaking words. "To think I even gave a damn about you!"
"I will dare whatever I want to dare! I'm not scared of some slave!" Shetan yelled, punching her once before walking out. "But you don't need to worry. I'm going to ignore you, and that includes giving you nothing you want or need. Feed and bandage yourself, spoiled brat! And one more thing. Don't forget that it was your fault that you're getting abused! If you were respectful the first moment we met, you would have been in way better condition!"
