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Oct 24, 2013 07:59PM

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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.

"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."

(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."

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.

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.

"I wonder what other ways we're alike," Shetan mused, his expression thoughtful.

"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.

Shetan sighed. "Well, I'll start with the basics. What's your favorite color then?"

"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."

"You kidding? That's on Christmas," Shetan said with a short chuckle. "What's your favorite holiday, speaking of holidays?"

"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.

"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?"

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."

"Horses, but I've had a thing for dragons, too," Shetan said, turning his head and looking at her.

"Oh, I know," Shetan muttered, looking back up at the ceiling again. "What's your favorite food?"

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."

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."

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.

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?"

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?"

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.

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."

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."

"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.