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Oct 04, 2013 12:50PM
Irene was laying on her back, looking up at the black ceiling that wasn't that visible due to the fact it was pitch black in the room. "Shetan..?" she said softly, running her head to look at his large back. "Do you have 1% of care for me or for all your slaves."
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Shetan stared at the window in front of him. "All my slaves, at least," he muttered, playing with his hair that scattered out in front of him. The rest of his hair scattered out behind him.
Irene was silent for a few moments before turning her head and looking back to the ceiling. "Oh.." she said but nothing else. IRene turned over onto her other side, her back to Shetan, and she kept her distance from him. She tugged the covers over her should and sighed softly. This was the coziest she has been in a week or so.
Shetan did not use a blanket. He never really needed one. He closed his eyes, his large, clawed hand resting close by his face on some of his wavy hair, and slowly drifted off.
Irene had fallen asleep later in the night, sometimes turning over and watching Shetan as he slept or how he slept. Odd, she still thought it was weird demons slept. What was the purpose in it? Either way, she slept pretty well through the night. She wasn't scared or cold being in the same room as Shetan, maybe it was just because she knew no one would mess with her if she was near him.
Later on in his sleep, Shetan moved onto his back, getting comfortable after being in one position for a while.
Irene was a little more than half asleep whenever she felt something shifting in the bed. Out of habit out all the times she has slept in the same bed as a loved one or a boyfriend, she curled up beside them, her head somewhat resting on his shoulder.
Shetan felt her in his sleep and woke up a little bit, opening one red eye and peering down at her. Then he closed it again, doing nothing, but letting her be there beside him. He started drifting off again.
Irene stayed like that for the rest of the night which was only a few hours for the slaves, they would have to wake up soon and work once more. She slept dreamlessly, she didn't wake up in cold sweats or screaming. She was fine. Then morning came.
Shetan started waking up when morning came. He was about to stretch when he noticed she was still there beside him. He slowly moved away from her to stretch, then he got up out of bed. The first thing he did was shake her awake. "Time to get up." Then he started opening all the doors of the slaves, shouting for them to wake up and get working.
Irene felt movement on the bed and her eye brows furrowed, feeling something shake her. She slowly got up out of bed and yawned. She blinked a few times, looking around to remember that she was in Shetan's room since last night. Getting up, Irene walked out his bed room whenever he left to wake the other slaves. She padded down the hall way and back to her bedroom, opening the door and shutting it lock behind her. Irene glanced around the bedroom, being cautious in case Aemon was in there. No sign of him. She sighed in relief and began to get dressed and straightened up for another work day. Three more days.. Three more days. She heard many of the slaves walking by her room so she came out and followed in with the crowd but many were giving her dirty looks. Even her two closest friends. "Why is everyone looking at me like that?" She asked Emma. "Because there's rumor that you've slept with Shetan." emma said, eyeing Irene.
Shetan was at the lead, walking outside. He stood at the borderline of the field with his hands on his hips as he watched the crowd file into the field and start scattering.
Irene tensed and her eyes widened slightly whenever she heard what Emma said. "It-It wasn't like that, I was nearly raped twice by one of the demon guards.." she said, trying to explain but ended up just getting a shake of the head and being abandoned. Irene was now known as the human slave who chose to sleep with a demon, sexually or non-sexually, they were both still bad rumors.
Shetan overheard some of the conversation as he sat on the stump, the sunlight shining down upon his black body and making his hair glisten and shine. He gave a glance at Irene.
Irene worked silently near where she had worked yesterday, her head was down, her face stone, and her mind was lost in thought but she still worked fluently. This was perfect, how would anyone be able to trust he knowing such things?
Shetan glanced around the field at the slaves. Soon he stood up to pace around the field, passing each slave and checking on them to prevent any boredom he may get. He soon passed by Irene.
Irene saw something large and familiar out of the corner if her eye. She looked up and saw that it was Shetan and she tensed a bit. Irene lowered her head and quickly went back to work, ignoring Shetan.
Shetan ignored her as well, except for one glance towards her out of the corner of his eye as he passed her. Soon it was almost sunset, and Shetan told the slaves they were done with their work. He watched as they started filing inside before he followed them inside.
Irene finished up a good amount of work before it was time to head back in. She put her tools up and wiped her forehead and looked to Shetan. Should I say something..? she thought to herself but decided not to. Irene headed into the bathing rooms and went through the routine again.
Shetan went through his normal routine that was going upstairs and down the hallways and into his room. He put his whip away and walked over to look out the window, seeing the view of the cemetery. He could see the bench and the graves of his parents from the window. He had left the door open just in case he decided to exit his room later.
Irene pulled her hair into a single long braid in the back, falling down her back, while she wore a white button up shirt and jeans. Irene found jeans as the most comfortable thing to wear. She then headed upstairs to Shetans room after dropping her work clothes in her room. She slowed her pace as she came to his door and she softly knocking on it, leaning on it in the process as she watched him.
Shetan slowly turned around, expecting it to be her, and knew he was right when he saw her. "Come in," he said, turning his body completely to face her and crossing his arms comfortably.
Irene watched him for a few moments before coming in and shutting the large doors behind her. "So have you heard the rumors yet... or gotten the dirty looks yet from your fellow deoms?" she asked while sitting stiffly on the edge of his bed
"I overheard your former friends spreading the word to you," Shetan said. He remained standing, even pacing around slowly a little bit absentmindedly.
Irene rose a brow I guess he does hear and see all.. He thought to herself but shook the thought away. "So what do you think of it... or wht will you do about it?";she asked curiously. The rumor could get out of hand and mean the wong things.
"If things get out of hand to the point where it angers and irritates me, I'm gonna start whipping and punishing," Shetan said with a growl. "Things getting out of hand over a stupid thing like this is ridiculous and very humanish...and demonish, if the demons get involved."
Irene tensed at the whipping part, knowing how that experience far too well. she softly shook her head and looked up at him "I don't think that is necessary, Shetan. Violence is never the answer and people wont learn the lesson, they'll just know now that they can't say or think anything without being punished." She said.
"That's right." Shetan crossed his arms again. "That's what I want. Then they'll be less prone to doing things that'll anger me."
Irene sighed softly, looking down at the ground as she shook her head. She then looked up, something in her eyes while her lips were pursed, staying quiet for a bit. "Do you trust me, Shetan? I mean do you think that I would ever betray you or try to hurt you physically or emotionally?"
There was a long pause. "No," Shetan said in response to her second question, turning around as he spoke and looking back out the window.
Waiting on an answer wasn't something Irene wasn't too good at, special long pauses. But she held it in and waited and was only let down. Hearing his answer, Irene felt herself flinch and her eyes narrow a bit. Her jaw clenched and she remembered how he always said she had a temper.. she would prove him wrong. "Well I think your lying. You wouldn't just let a slave into your room, help you with your wounds or even allow them to sleep in the same room as you. Specially over them being scared."
Shetan's head whipped around. "I said 'no' to your second question!" he growled. "I don't think you would try to hurt me or betray me."
Irene scooted back a bit on the bed and caught her breath whenever he whipped around like that, growling. Of course, knowing Irene, she risked it and kept talking even if Shetan seemed irritated by her. "Well I'm glad you think that because I wouldn't. Not because it would be a stupid choice to make and you would punish me but because I see no reason to." she said simply before swallowing "But I did ask you another question... do you trust me?"
Shetan looked away from her again and out the window, keeping his arms crossed. "Yes, but only a little bit."
"Why do you trust me Shetan? What's different about me compared to all the other slaves that you trust me enough to let me into your room about every time I come?" Irene asked, feeling slightly relieved that he did and he was calmer. She got up and slowly head towards him.
Shetan didn't move from his place at the window, nor did he turn around. "Didn't you say yourself that you're the type who wouldn't betray? Well, you sure haven't done that to me. Not to mention, the other slaves don't run into me as often as you do."
Irene shrugged, slipping her hands into her pockets as she walked up beside him and looked out the window for a bit. "Well, I don't like to fear people. And your an easy person to fear, like it or not. But you are the first person to make me cry like that.. and put me into pain." she said simply, glancing at him. "Do you really think that all demons have to be evil or maybe it's just that it's how Lucifer made them out to be and they all just followed and believed it?"
Shetan felt a sick pleasure when she said that he was easy to fear and that he had made her cry and put her in pain. "I think I should be evil. I couldn't care less about other demons. I love being evil."
Irene closed her eyes and sighed, pressing her head lightly against the window. But then she looked back up to him, curiosity and wisdom in her eyes. "You may love it or want to be, but you will never be evil entirely. You have emotions, sadness, love, happiness. Evil is all black and darkness, madness." she said softly. "Someone who's evil, like Aemon, hurts others for no reason and he doesn't care. But Shetan, you do care for others. You even said you cared about me so you can't lie." Irene said, the corner of her mouth twitching.
Shetan rolled his eyes. "I am just like Aemon," he said stubbornly. "The big difference between him and me is having a good side, which I've got. Just because I have a good side does not mean that I'm not evil or no longer evil."
"Yeah but it does mean that your not entirely evil, Shetan. Who do you think made Lucifer? God. Your part good because of God too." Irene said with a sigh. "Were those your parents..?" she asked, glancing at the grave stones he had been staring at earlier.
Shetan growled angrily. He did not like being reminded of anything about God. "Yes, they were my parents," he muttered.
"How did they die or when? If you don't mind me asking.." Irene said as she looked back out the window to the two beautiful gravestones with names carved into it with an upside down cross on top. Irene sighed inwardly at the upside down cross, she use to be a Christian but now she was stuck and surrounded by demons. Maybe this was her punishment from God?
"They were killed by humans, hundreds of years ago," Shetan muttered, keeping his eyes on the distant tombstones. He remembered that night when Irene tried to comfort him when he was grieving in the cemetery.
Irene felt her throat tighten and her body tensed whenever he said that. "Is that why.. you hate humans?" she said in a slightly shaky voice. She knew that there was no was she could change that or help him with that kind of hatred. Her own kind killed two parents... why though? They must have posed some sort of threat to do that.
Shetan smirked darkly and in a twisted way then. "Yes."
"Ok now your starting to get creepy.." Irene muttered, looking back out the window, not wanting to look at his smirking face that sent chills up her spine. "But it still make me curious as to why they wanted to kill your parents. Your parents must have posed a threat or something because they wouldn't have just do that out of cold blood.." Irene thought, glancing at him. "And I didn't think it was possible to kill demons, since humans are so weak and useless." Irene said, the corner of her mouth tipping up a bit.
Shetan was pleased by her remark of him getting creepy. "There is such a thing as weaker demons, and my parents were two of those. The humans had to kill them with the help of a witch, though. And they did do it out of cold blood, as far as I know. There are humans as evil as demons out there."
Irene turned and leaned against the window seal, crossing her arms over her chest as she listened to Shetan. She swallowed softly at the thought of a couple of humans just killing demons for no purpose. "Well, It probably doesn't even the score for how many humans have died thanks to cold blooded demons." Irene muttered, knowing that wasn't a smart move.
"Of course not. They probably wanted revenge because a couple of demons killed a loved one, you never know."
