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Sep 26, 2013 07:06PM
Irene coughed up some blood onto the bed from the fierce punch, a bruise for sure was going to form on her cheek. She coughed more as she listened to him, blood seeping out of the corner of her mouth. "Don't expect me to work in these conditions." she growled but she honestly could care less about working in the fields. "I can't respect someone who doesn't deserve it. Remember.. your nothing but an evil fucked up demon." her voice shook as she looked over at him.
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"You're nothing but a crapped-up, trashy, bastard scum that only looks like a human girl!" Shetan yelled before slamming her door shut and storming into his room. He knew that there was no first aid kit in her bathroom, and he was glad for that.
Irene wanted to yell back at him but she could hardly even sit up any longer and he was already gone. She eventually collapsed on the bed, passing out as she bleed out on the bed, causing great stains everywhere. Irene knew that there was a chance she could bleed to death but there was nothing that she could do about it.
Shetan stayed in his room the entire day, letting himself fume and steam and be angry for hours. He eventually fell asleep in his bed and napped for a little while afterwards, satisfied with his words and abuse to her. He hated her guts now more than ever.
Irene had no more visits from Aemon that day since he huddled up in his room to heal. Leaving the beaten abused, and idiotic Irene to bleed while she lay unconsiouse on her stained and bloodied bed. She was one of those out of body experiences but she was mainly trying to wake herself.
A bit later when night came, Shetan woke up and came out of his room to eat. He drank a blood bag and ate ice cream and some varieties of fruit: strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, blackberries, peaches, plums, nectarines, and apricots. He acted as if nothing went wrong that day, though he was secretly angry still. After he filled himself up, he wandered outside into the night.
One of the slaves who had been Irene's friend was searching for Sheran until she found him in the yard. She nervousky came up "Your lord, Sheran." She said softly with a bow before standing up and looking at him. "I have a question that many of us are curious of.. if you don't mind me asking, sir."
Shetan turned around and crossed his arms, peering down at the girl. "Yes?" he asked. His voice showed no signs of anger or irritation. He was quite calm, but at the same time, serious. He had a feeling that this question had something to do with Irene.
The small slave girl was relievedbthat he wasn't in an angry mood or wasn't going to take anything out on her. "Well.. me and a few others were suppose to meet with Irene today but she never showed up and no one has seen her. We've looked anywherenwe can. Where is she?" The slave asked fidgetting as she glanced around nervously.
"Irene is being punished," Shetan said. "She is in her room, suffering from the wounds she received for talking back and being mouthy."
The girls brown eyes widened whenever she heard that. "W-what do you mean suffering from her wounds? Is she bleeding to death? We have to help her. Please lord Shetan, give her someone medicne, bandages, sonething!" She pleaded, wanting to keep her friend alive.
Shetan's eyes hardened. "No. I will not give her anything. She deserves nothing. If you want her alive, take care of her yourself."
The pleading and desperate looking girl eyes feel sad and needing. She looked up at Shetan and shook her head "What as she done? Why did she get punished..?" she asked curiously. "And I can't help her if I have nothing to even stop the bleeding!" she pointed out, raising her voice a little more.
"Like I said, she was mouthy and sassy," Shetan said gruffly, getting impatient. He started walking back into the castle. "I will go find a first aid kit for you." He grabbed one from a bathroom and gave it to her. "It will have all you need, including stuff to stop the bleeding."
She looked at him horrified, she thought that Shetan was actually going to let Irene die for her just saying a few words. That was demons for you she guessed.. Waiting patiently and hoping that he was going to bring her everything she needed, she glanced around nervously. Whenever he came back her eyes lit up and she gently took it from him and bowed "Thank you lord Shetan." she said lastly before hurrying to Irene's room.
Shetan watched her hurry away before he left and wandered back outside again. He went up onto a grassy hill and sat down on top of it, watching the night. It was a beautiful night, with the sky being black and blue, and stars were dotted all over.
The girl, named Dawn, had hurried into Irene's room and gasped to see her limp figure laying on the bed in a small pool of blood. Dawn hurried over to Irene and hesitated before she began to work on Irene, patching her up, and thankfully stopping the blood in time. Dawn even cleaned her up and changed her sheets for her so she would be happy and comfortable when she awoke. Boy was Dawn clueless of what happened when she had gotten these beatings.
Shetan stayed up on the hill for at least an hour, enjoying the night. He had been able to point out some constellations in the clear, starry sky. He saw The Little Dipper, The Big Dipper, The Southern Cross, Orion, Perseus, Pegasus, and then his favorite, Draco. Then he got up and disappeared into the dark forest to lurk around.
Dawn sighed softly whenever she had finished and it was almost curfew for the slaves so sadly she had to head back to her room. She left the med kit there on the table with a lantern on for Irene whenever she awoke. Irene woke up in about an hour and she groaned in pain as she sat up, her back felt tingly and weird then she remembered the beating that Shetan had given her. She reached up and touched her face but quickly pulled away whenever it hurt, where he had punched her. Irene slipped out of bed and felt a shorter dress on her, cutting to about her knee's as she staggered a bit out of the bedroom.
During his time in the forest, Shetan had gotten into a fight with a wolf, and the wolf had scratched his back deeply. Shetan had killed the wolf, and he was now staggering out of the forest. His back was bleeding profusely from the three, long wounds as he staggered inside the house.
Irene was heading down a few flights of stairs, finding her way around towards the second floor and then another flight of stairs,, leading to the first floor. She hesitated but began to walk down and saw a good amount of guards down there. They watched her but never dared to say anything to her. Word had gotten around about Shetan. Then a few people gasped whenever they saw Shetan coming in and Irene turned her gaze to where everyone was looking at.
Shetan was emotionless, putting his hands on his hips and looking at the watchers around him. He acted quite dignified, as if he hadn't been hurt at all. He slowly reached behind himself, feeling his back wounds. When he drew his hand back, it was covered in black blood. Then he began to slowly lick the blood off his hand in his demonic way. Afterwards, he took some steps forward, but the loss of blood was beginning to take its toll on him, for he collapsed on one knee. Then he finally fell onto his back.
Irene found herself a few feet away from the circle of demons, trying to look over them by she knew it was impossible. But why did she need to? Shetan was taller than them and she could clearly see him licking the blood off of his own hand that was his, causing her to shiver. That was just disgusting. But whenever she heard a loud thud after some of the demons moved away she saw Shetan on the ground and her eyes widened. Not knowing why, but Irene surged into action to help him even if he hadn't of helped her after him beating her up. Irene raced over and got on her knee's trying to turn him over but she wasn't strong enough and the demons were pulling her away.
Shetan winced and moaned softly, his eyes being closed. He slowly rolled onto his stomach. With his eyes being closed, he didn't see it was Irene helping him.
"Get back you pathetic slave!" one of the demons growled and pushed her back, causing her to skid across the floor with a yelp. This wasn't helping her wounds pain fade away at all. Irene groaned softly, getting up to her feet as she rubbed her head and staggered back to the group of rushing around demons.
Shetan stirred a bit and opened his eyes, seeing Irene being pushed back by the demons. He felt a sick satisfaction at seeing her in more pain. Then he blacked out.
Irene was hand cuffed and thrown into a corner while they handled Shetan. It took about four demons to pick him up and move him into the infirmary that they had for any demons. Aemon had just been getting up to leave when he was all healed up to see Shetan come in. His eyes narrowed and he had an evil plot in his mind.
Shetan remained passed out, although the inner part of him knew he was passed out and was trying to come to. When he finally did, he saw he was in the infirmary.
Aemon laid back own as if he were resting still. He watched Shetan and the demons around him to see what had happened and when they were going to go away. Soon three of them left, leaving two demons in the room. One went back into the first floor and over to Irene. He didn't have time to take her all the way back to her room so he dragged her into the infirmary and sat her down in a chair, handcuffed still.
Shetan looked around, scowling a bit as he saw Aemon and Irene. He didn't like either of their company and preferred to be completely alone, or else alone with other demons or slaves.
Irene looked down at her hands the whole time, ignoring Shetan but she knew that he saw her. She didn't even realize that Aemon was here, luckily, or she would have freaked out by now. Aemon watched Irene out of the corner of his eyes, licking him lips as he remembered how her blood tasted.
Shetan made himself sit up, no matter how bad his back hurt from it, and he looked straight at Aemon. "What are you doing here?" he said sternly. He could tell Aemon was eyeing Irene.
Aemon eyes looked away from Irene, more like tearing them away, and to Shetan. They narrowed slightly "I don't know, some lord demon by the name of Shetan decided to whip me after I was punishing a stupid slave." he growled. Irene looked up whenever Shetan talked and looked to Aemon and she tensed at the sight of him.
"That was not punishment," Shetan growled back. "That was pleasure, and you know it. You know the rules: no making love to a slave. Don't think I don't know what you're up to!" he hissed.
"I'm not up to anything!" he growled back "Calm yourself down Shetan before you start beating Irene again." he said, a slight smirk forming on his face. Irene looked the other direction, towards the ground because she kenw her bruise was visable now
"Yes, you are!" Shetan yelled, getting up and punching Aemon in the face hard. He had about had it with this demon. "I should throw you in Hell right now!"
Irene bit her lip nervously whenever Shetan had punched Aemon, looking around to see what she could do. She was mostly useless since her hands were cuffed but at least in front of her. Aemon grunted a bit but got up, glaring at Shetan as he pushed him across the room. "You have no proof, Shetan." he snarled.
"Yes, I do, bastard!" Shetan snarled back. He pulled out a camera and started playing back the two times when Aemon was with Irene, the part where Aemon had pushed her against the wall before she went to work, and the part where Aemon was trying to force making love on her. "We got cameras in this castle, demon," Shetan hissed, his glare as a thousand daggers.
Aemons eyes narrowed and he smacked the camera out of Shetan's hand. He smirked. "What camera? What proof? And you know as well as I do Shetan that I wont be leaving Irene alone anytime soon since I've head a good taste of her blood." he licked his lips. "Besides what does it matter toy you what I do to her? You've known that I had sex once with another slave and you just brushed it off and told me to be careful." he eyed Shetan carefully. Irene looked back over at Shetan, curious of this.
Shetan simply pulled another camera out and waved it in the air above his head so that Aemon couldn't reach it. "This camera, idiot. I knew you would do that." Then he added, making the camera disappear, "Exactly. I did tell you to be careful. I was willing to give you one more chance to not do it again. But now I don't trust you to not do it again."
Aemons eyes narrowed "Liar. I had had sex with her multiple time and you didn't even care! Man up and admit it, Shetan." he growled. "Either you just have something against me or you have something for Irene. Hell she made you cry yesterday! And I've never seen a human girl make you so upset or angry to the point you almost kill her." he said. Irene stood up and glared at Aemon "He does that because I have a big mouth, I'm stubborn, I'm a stupid, unobedient slave." she said "He has nothing against you or nothing with me. Matter fact, he hates me. Even if I was trying to help him."
"See?" Shetan yelled at Aemon. "So you man up, and admit it, LIAR! YOU know SHE didn't make me cry! You know about my dead parents in the cemetery. But there is one thing...I DO have something against you, Aemon."
Aemon snorted and rolled his eyes at Aemon being so stubborn and not admitting it. He crossed his arms over his chest as he glared at Irene for a little bit before glancing back at Shetan. "And what's that?" he rose an eye brow curiously. Irene stood back and listened carefully.
"You are a pain in the butt to me," Shetan snarled. "Not to mention, you talk to me like I'm your equal, but I'm not. I am still the master here, and anyone who disrespects or angers the master will be hurt bad or killed in the most brutal way possible. So the more you irritate and anger me, the closer you get to Hell," Shetan threatened.
Aemon only shrugged at his threats, his face looked stern but his eyes were fogged. "I don't mind Hell, I was born and raised there with my father. And I am pretty equal with you in my blood line." Aemon said with a chillingly calm voice.
"You are not. You are a worthless, pathetic, pesky worm, and I am King. You are no king. You are a servant. And if you don't mind Hell so much, why don't I just take you there right now?" Shetan grabbed him and held him by the throat as the floor opened in front of Shetan, revealing Hell.
Aemon tensed whenever he felt Shetan's large hands form around his throat and lift him up.. not he hadn't lifted him up, the floor had opened up. "Because I can't leave here. I'm cursed to stay here for all the sins and rule breaking I have done. Besides, I'll just be coming back to get Irene. Her blood courses in my veins this very moment." he said with a evil smirk. Irene looked over and her eyes widened to see Hell herself.
"She is not yours," Shetan snarled before throwing him in Hell anyway. He watched him fall all the way down to disappear in the fires before the floor closed back up.
Aemon eyes widened whenever he felt his grip loosen and he began to fall through the floor and falling down endlessly. Irene sucked in a breath whenever she saw Aemon falling down into flames and then looked to Shetan.
Shetan stared down at the floor for a while, then he looked back at Irene, the anger and irritation still visible on his features.
