[M] Infernal Bond (Kiall & Etoile) IC

[Etoile Mizu]

The room in the basement of the warehouse was dark. No more sounds remained other than that of a dripping noise. Just half an hour before the place had been filled with hooded figures but now all that was left was a girl in the middle of a pentagram shaped ritual area. She lay motionless in the center, eyes open with fear, blood dripping from various parts of her body that had been whipped in order for her to become part demon.

The girl was just an ordinary girl, of course her life had always never been normal thanks to her family origins and what not. She had been somewhat of a rebel, but her father had never appreciated that much and started to beat her horribly. It was almost as if it had been tonight except her father had been finished with her. The experiment of a life time gone horribly wrong as on lookers started to burn. Everyone else had fled.

Alice Blackmore lay there. Lost in some sort of oblivion. Endless pain ripping through the hellish tattoos on her side that they had branded to her. She had other tattoos that she had gotten on her own but that of which she had just been giving was still glowing red with tiny embers. She couldn't move even when she did wake up from her trance.

She just lay there half naked on the floor unsure, afraid, crying in pain. Would anyone come back for her? Most likely not, they assumed she was demon food since everything hadn't gone as planned, but knowing her father, he wouldn't care if she died, she hadn't meant anything to him anyway.

Alice managed to sit up though it hurt horribly and she winced trying to do so. "He....llo?" She managed to say, her voice was weak from the screaming she had been doing before the accident. "An...anyone... there?" She asked almost in a whisper as tears were starting to flood more rapidly down her face.

[Kiall]

He thrashed confused, where was he? How had he gotten here? “What trickery is this!?” he snarled through elongated fangs. He sniffed the air, it smelled wonderful here! This certainly wasn’t the bog of wrath; could it be the mortal world? The thought was a perplexing one and he scratched his scaly head between his horns in dismay. He heard someone call and something compelled him to follow the voice. Following the voice he found a half naked girl covered in gashes and bleeding, she stared in horror as she saw him, as well she should! He thought wickedly, but he saw something on the girl’s side that made him give a sharp intake in surprise. Rushing towards her his sharp claws gripped her and turned her over revealing the tattoo, ignoring her cries of pain he stared at the still glowing symbols. Could it be? The letters of hell! How had the most forbidden of transcriptions become available in the mortal world? He read the words and understood, so they had hoped to bind him had they? That explained why he was here atleast, however they had mis wrote the last symbol instead of binding his body into her soul instead they now shared their souls both still within their own bodies but now tied to each other.

To think his fate was now tied to some mortal girl’s was…galling, He looked at her wounds, they would need to be taken care of he thought as he released her. “Calm yourself,” he hissed, sighing he altered his appearance his horns shrinking and brown hair sprouting from his head, his eyes were no longer glowing slits but a deep coal black, a suit formed around him, something he once saw from glimpsing the mortal world once, he now looked fully human though he imagined it was probably still off. “You will tell me what happened here,” he said his voice still harsh but no longer guttural, “But first I must bind your wounds, I need water and sage,” he explained scooping her body up and cradling her.

[Etoile Mizu]

Alice didn't know how to react as the demon stood before her hurting her as it looked at her and then suddenly changed. She couldn't bring herself to say anything at all. He picked her up and cradled her and she just nodded as he asked what had happened. She would tell him later, but she was in no condition to do that now, even a demon would know that. She somewhat clung to him weakly, shivering rather horribly. She was covered in her own blood she noted that you couldn't even really tell how pale she was unless you looked at her face. As he carried her, she had no idea where they were going but she just started to fall asleep slightly her breathing growing rather shallow. Alice's grip loosened on him also, she was fading fairly quickly.

[Kiall]

His knees buckled as he felt her fading, he was no healer, what was he supposed to do with her? He knew of only one thing that could help her…. Peering into her mind he was able to picture what her house looked like, closing his eyes he spoke one of the letters of hell, in a flash they were in her house with nothing but the smell of brimstone to mark their passage. He carefully placed the girl on the floor and headed towards what he assumed was the kitchen. He took a bowl and filled it with water and searching the cupboards found a bottle of dried sage and dumped it into the water. Turning his hands back to their elongated shape he cut his arm and saw several droplets of his blood fall into the mix, instantly the mix began to bubble and stank and became a brownish thick goop.

Turning his hands back to their original shape he took the bowl, and cupped the girls head and forced the mixture down her throat. She coughed and spluttered as the last of it went down, he sighed in relief as her wounds began to knit and close leaving only a soft mark in their passing. He was already feeling better now that she was no longer in danger, he had heard legends that sage mixed with demon blood could be a powerful panacea but had never thought he would have to test it. Feeling impatient for answers he began tapping her cheek, “Wake up lazy mortal! You have much to answer for!” he snarled.

[Etoile Mizu]

Alice wasn't really awake at all as he healed her, she had been unconscious after all. She woke though, the pain was still there but when she woke up she looked at the demon in human form that stood before her. Her wounds were all gone she noted as well as she scooted away. She didn't know what to say at all,"who...who are you?" She asked weakly looking at him directly in the eyes. She knew he wouldn't be intimidated though, he was a demon after all. "We need to get out of here. I have another house, I can answer your stupid questions there. It's not safe here though." She said standing weakly on her own.

"Thanks by the way." She said quietly as she headed towards the door. She just assumed that he would follow her so she kept walking towards the outskirts of the city. She needed to get to her own apartment rather than her father's house before she answered anything. It was to obvious at her father's place if he thought she lived. He would come looking for her, she knew that much.

"What do you want to know?" She asked quietly as she walked. She really had no idea if he was behind her or not, honestly she didn't care. She knew that she was bonded to the thing though.

[Kiall]

He stared at the human city in amazement the lights the colors were unlike anything in hell, he breathed deep enjoying the myriad of smells that hit him it was nothing like the pervading stench of the bog. He came back to himself when he heard her question, “I want to know why my language is grafted upon your skin!” he barked, “I want to know why I, a creature tasked with tormenting the damned now find myself in the mortal world!” he said grabbing her shoulder and spinning her around to face him, stopping her progress “I am not a pet to be led around!” he said his hands elongating into claws, “give me answers now, whelp! Or I will rip the flesh from your bones! Bond or no bond!” he threatened giving her a wicked grin full of sharp teeth.

[Etoile Mizu]

Alice glared at him. She was rather terrified but she managed to pull herself away without hurting herself. She dragged him into her apartment that was nearby. The place wasn't ideal but it was suitable. It was dark inside though, the walls and floors shades of gray. It looked like the gloomiest house ever. She rubbed her shoulders gently and sat down on the couch with her legs crossed and looked down at the table.

She sighed softly,"Well, First off, my father was a priest that followed the ways of dark magic and what not." She looked up at him,"He wasn't pleased with me because I didn't appreciate his beliefs and customs, so he beat me rather horribly often, leaving me for dead. Finally though he decided that I should just become a demon if I was not going to believe him and do his will." She sighed softly once again and scratched at the tattoo she had on the back of her neck. "Well obviously that was what he was trying to do when you found me, he failed and some of the people watching the ritual started on fire, causing the rest of them to flee."

"I don't know what went wrong though, they probably screwed up the characters or something. I knew he would either screw up or kill me though. So anyway, he summoned you and now we're bonded." She said quietly. He wondered if he even cared about what her name was since she hadn't said it.

[Kiall]

He banged his fist against the table loudly curdling with rage, “A single angle was off on a single line! That is how close we were! One sliver of an inch to the left, and my infernal soul would have been obliterated, and you would have experienced an agony that would make whatever pathetic torments your father gave seem like a gentle loving caress!”

He was furious though not with her, this whole situation was incomprehensible and there was nothing he could do about it, he stood up and began pacing, “That language is ancient!” he said moving towards her chair and locking eyes with her, “it existed in the swirling darkness before there was even a hell! There are not enough souls in this world for any demon to give them up, to find them grafted on a mere mortals skin is…unfathomable!” He headed towards the kitchen opening up the various drawers, before placing his hand on a box full of dried flakes. He smiled wickedly daring her to say something as he raided her kitchen, “you should keep the markings covered, the words grafted are very potent, the odd glance from a weak willed mortal would drive them insane,” He said putting his hand in the box and pulling out a fistful of flakes and raisins, he placed them in his mouth and chewed, his eyes lit up, “This is very good,” he said admiringly, “what is it?”

[Etoile Mizu]

Alice sighed as he went around the room just banging on her things,"Could you please not tear the place apart? It would make our location a little obvious, and don't worry about it. The markings are on my side and not very obvious unless I was wearing only underwear, which you or anyone else for that matter will never see." Watching him she followed him into the kitchen sitting up against the counter on the floor.

She laughed a little as he seemed to be fascinated with the things in her kitchen. "That, is cereal." She said softly,"Do you like it?" She asked smiling a little at his discovery. He would take some time getting used to the mortal world but he would get there eventually unless he was allowed to go back because he let her die or killed her himself, the second option more likely.

[Kiall]

He laughed a sound foreign to him and sounded more like a strangled wheeze, “We do not hunger in hell, there is nothing good to eat anyways, it is an interesting experience this…eating,” he said with a smile, “this world is full of wonderful sights and tastes, and smells! Oh you do not know how good you have it with the smells! Five hundred years I have smelled nothing but the filth water of disgusting stinking bog!” he said putting it down before opening the fridge, he found a carton full of some orange substance and began to drink it down.

“Also” he said placing the carton down, “do not be concerned over any nudity around me, I am a creature of wrath not lust your figure holds no appeal to me,” he said matter of factly brushing her concern off with a wave, “besides I have seen a million naked human bodies, you think they let you wear clothes in hell?” he said with a chuckle. “You have a name yes? The sinners in the bog loved to tell me their names, when we would let them speak,” he scratched his head, “I do not know the proper way to say it but I would have your name, if we are to be stuck together like this.”