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Oct 24, 2013 07:59PM
Irene snorted in disgust. "Demons kill anything and everything that is living. Whether they are loved or not, demons don't care." she said out of her hate for them. "It's also because the adult humans pour the younger ones minds with the thought that all demons were meant to kill, hurt, and they were pure evil and shouldn't exists. They are meant to be known as a disgrace in God's name." she looked to him.
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"I know, and you just described me right there, along with the entire race of demons." Shetan crossed his arms again, looking at her.
Irene looked up at him too, not surprised or scared but what he said and how he was looking at her. She just softly shook her head "No I wasn't describing every demon or you. Just some and how you describe your race. Some don't kill like your parents. And you haven't killed me or the other slaves yet now have you?" She rose a brow.
"I need the slaves to get all the work done. I wouldn't be doing any good if I just killed them just like that."
Irene shrugged with one shoulder, knowing he would probably say that. "Then what about me? I mean.. you said I was pathetic, worthless, annoying, and tempered human girl. Why haven't you killed me already if I'm such a pest?" She asked curiously. For some reason, she found herself really wanting to know what his answer would be.(Should we try and start heating things up? I mean relationship wise.)
((Sure. Do you mean heating things up in a romantic way or negative way?))
"Because every single slave is needed for the work to be done. The more people, the better," was all Shetan said. "Even someone like you can be needed."
"Because every single slave is needed for the work to be done. The more people, the better," was all Shetan said. "Even someone like you can be needed."
(Romantic -^_^-)Irene felt her heart sink a little bit for some odd reason, maybe she just wanted him to think he more of just a pesky slave. Maybe a friend or someone to look to , she wasn't sure what. "Yet you had faith that I would eventually crack and start working?"
((Sure!))
"Yeah, I did. I'm pretty stubborn, you know, but I know you already know that." Shetan kept his arms crossed as he looked at her again.
"Yeah, I did. I'm pretty stubborn, you know, but I know you already know that." Shetan kept his arms crossed as he looked at her again.
Irene smiled to herself a little more whenever he said than and gave a small nod. "Yeah.. well your not the only one I suppose. You know, your the first person who's actually told me I had a temper and that I was a stubborn human girl." she said and she wasn't lying. "But you are also the first demon I've met.." she teased as she leaned against the window.
Shetan shrugged. "So? What's your point?" He turned his body so that he was entirely facing her, and he took a step closer before crossing his arms again.
Irene felt her stomach flip a bit and her heart stop for a second whenever he looked right at her, facing his body to her and even moving closer to her. She swallowed softly and acted as if it didn't cause any effect on her. "Nothing... just saying that we're more alike then you think. Demon or human, but we come from the same place and act the same... sometimes."
"I wonder what other ways we're alike," Shetan mused, his expression thoughtful.
Hearing what Shetan said and the expression on his face was new and.. well odd. It kind of scared Irene a little bit that he seemed to wanting to find out more about her and him and how they were alike. Irene rubbed her arm nervously "Not sure.. maybe we can figure that out?" she asked, glancing out the window as it was just now the end of sunset. "We still have awhile till I'll actually be tired."
"Yeah, we should figure it out," Shetan said, going over to the bed and sitting down on it. He looked back towards the window at the approaching night.
Irene was still stunned by how he was acting. Is he filling alright? Why is he acting so nice.. and open.. and wanting to know things about me? asked herself in thought as she starred at the spot Shetan was previously standing before. She snapped out of her thoughts and blinked, looking over to him on the bed "Sorry." she apologized and walked over, sitting on the bed beside him. "So where should we start? You just ask questions and I'll answer.. and then I'll ask you something and we go from there?" she suggested, looking at him through the corner of her eye.
Shetan sighed. "Well, I'll start with the basics. What's your favorite color then?"
Irene thought about for a moment but finally decided "Blue." she said simply. "When's your birthday?" she asked but she knew that would be a difficult question for him. Demons were known to be born for hundreds and hundreds of years and most forgot their birthdays.. if they even had any.
"That's one thing we have in common there. I like blue, too, although my number one favorite color is black," Shetan said. But it was not hard for Shetan to know his birthday. "December 13."
Irene felt herself smile a little bit whenever he said that he liked blue but her eyes widened slightly whenever he said his birthday. Huh, I guess some remember their birthdays.. she thought to herself. Irene looked up at him "My birthdays December 25th." She said but she wasn't sure he would like that since it was a birthday of a angel.
"You kidding? That's on Christmas," Shetan said with a short chuckle. "What's your favorite holiday, speaking of holidays?"
Irene was a little relieved that he didn't seem to mind it instead he chuckled about it. She smiled and looked up at him at the question "Hmm.. that's a little hard to choose." she thought about it. "I suppose Halloween. I like to decorate and see the little kids dressing up and having fun." Irene said, smiling at the thought. "Plus I like the fact you get to give to other people and they don't have to give anything in return."
"I like Halloween because it celebrates the scary stuff, like vampires and werewolves and demons," Shetan said. Now he waited for her to ask him a question.
Irene had eventually laid back on his bead, her back getting a little sore from sitting up for so long. She sighed softly, thinking of her next question and she turned her head to look at him "What kind of books do you like?" she asked.
"Horror books," Shetan said easily with a smirk. "Anything paranormal or supernatural that has to do with us demons and other creatures. What's your favorite hobby?"
Irene shrugged at that one, she wasn't one for horror "I rather like murder or mystery cases.. sometimes supernatural." she said. "Hmm.. reading or writing. I think thats what I use to always to in my normal life."
Shetan lay down flat onto his back, his huge body stretching out over the end of the bed as he stared up at the ceiling. "I like being a demon. That's my hobby."
"Well, I guess we all have our weird hobbies huh?" Irene said with a small smile. "What's your favorite animal?" she asked.
"Horses, but I've had a thing for dragons, too," Shetan said, turning his head and looking at her.
Irene's eye brows furrowed and then she became curious "I knew demons were real but not Drangons.. I guess you learn something knew every day, huh?" she said with a bigger smile as she looked over at him, not bothered by his demonic features.
"Oh, I know," Shetan muttered, looking back up at the ceiling again. "What's your favorite food?"
Irene studied each of his features, she had that little artist eye whenever it came to something she found herself interested in. She would look at each detail, each feature, and think about how she would draw something like that and sometimes would. She snapped out of her little daze to hear his question "Hmm.. well this isn't really a food it's more like a treat. I like those little drumsticks that's vanilla ice cream and chocolate on top.. with the nuts." she said, smiling at the thought of it.
Shetan's eyes widened. "You've got to be kidding me, I love those things. I like the vanilla with caramel. I'm insane about ice cream and anything with ice cream in it, like drumsticks and Klondike bars."
Irene felt herself smile greatly until she laughed a bit. She sat up, leaning on her arm as she looked down at him. "You've got to be kidding! Demons, like ice cream? I'm surprised you even know what ice cream is since it's a human thing for happiness." she smiled odwn at him.
Shetan felt a grin come. "Even if I see it, I start going insane. I feel like I need the stuff like I would want blood. And I'm a very intelligent demon."
Irene laughed a little more, even though the blood part grossed her out some, she ignored it and found the rest funny. "I didn't say you were stupid, I just didn't think demons cared much for human food. Looks like Shetan has an obsession with ice cream." she teased and looked down at his large hands, seeing a couple of large rings on them and she gently picked up his hand and looked at them "What are these for?"
Shetan smirked. "I'm quite fond of human food." He looked down at her hand taking his huge one. "These are rings for decoration, though they are full of black magic, and I like using them for black magic purposes." One of his rings was a black skull ring, and the other one was a black, demonic, cross ring.
Irene ran one finger over the demonic cross one that was a solid black and made her shiver a bit. She was a christian and this was't something she was too fond of. She looked back up at him "Creepy and demonic." was her only comment on it with a shrug. Irene gently sat his hand down before returning her own on the bed. "I use to have a special ring I wore, it was silver and it had my name engraved in it that my dad gave to me before he went off into war.. but that was taken from me whenever I came here." she said, looking at the finger that use to bare the ring on it.
Shetan smirked in pride at her comment about his ring. That was exactly what it was, and that was what he obviously liked about it. He was also wearing a long necklace lined with tiny, genuine skulls with a black, crude, demonic cross in the middle. The necklace was so long it ended at his big stomach. He frowned thoughtfully. "Huh. I wonder if my demons stole it, if it was them that removed it. What shape was the ring?"
Irene noticed that he liked his rings and necklaces a lot, and seeing that she noticed it was evil and demonic like made him feel good about himself. She laid back on her back, looking at the ceiling as she remembered the day her dad came home from war and gave her that ring, causing her eyes to water a bit but she swallowed them down. "Um..it was just a plain circle shape.." she said, her voice wavering a bit.
Shetan looked at her, observing her as he heard the waver in her voice. "I know your dad going off to war must have been important to you. Is he still in the war?"
Irene shrugged, not noticing that he was looking at her. "I don't know. He was suppose to come back around a week after you guys took me.. so he could be dead for all I know." she said, turning and looking over at him.
Shetan noticed that the clock was reading 10:00 at night, and it was very dark outside. He sat up. "I'll be back real soon," he said before leaving the room.
Irene looked over at the clock, following his gaze and saw the time too but didn't see any reason to leave yet. whenever he sat up and headed out of the room she rose a brow "Alright.." she said. Irene couldn't help but wonder around in his room, looking at the antiques he had and picking up a large book that was black with white pages, weird runes drawn on it.
Shetan wandered around the entire castle, wondering where her ring was, if it was even in this castle. It took an hour before he found the ring sitting on a table. He grabbed it, slipping it secretly in his pocket before returning into his room. "Back."
Irene was sitting on the bed, the large black book sitting in her lap open as she was biting her lip while reading through it. She didn't seem to realize the time that was passing by until she looked up and saw Shetan coming in and the clock near by him said a little past eleven. "Welcome back, have troubles finding your way?"
Shetan shook his head. "No." He sat next to her, not thinking about how close he sat to her, and looked at the book she was looking at. "That's my native language you're reading."
Shetan shook his head. "No." He sat next to her, not thinking about how close he sat to her, and looked at the book she was looking at. "That's my native language you're reading."
Irene watched him as he came and sat down beside her, not caring about how close he was sitting. She looked back down at the book whenever he looked at it and then back up to him and smiled a bit. "No wonder why it was so hard to read. Do demons even speak this anymore?" she asked curiously.
"I don't know. A lot of demons don't know Egyptian," Shetan said. He thought about how he was going to surprise her when he would return the ring to her.
"Think you can ever find a time to teach me some? Though I'm sure it's difficult." Irene said, running her finger along one of the words, curious of what it meant in English. "Can you speak it fluently?"
