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    Default [M] You and Me and the Demon Makes Three {Lyra & Midori-Hime}

    RATED M FOR POSSIBLE GORE, VIOLENCE, SUBSTANCE ABUSE, AND EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONDUCT.




    ▐║━━ LYRA :: ADAM / DEMON / PRIMUS




    Adam, the progenitor of the human race, and Adam, the scum of the earth, had little in common. Nothing worthwhile would come easy for the former and nothing worthwhile would appease the latter. One had made his choice, the other had no choice. Still, while the progenitor's purpose was to die, the other Adam found purpose in servitude and was, therefore, forever condemned.

    He walked the realm of men in search of something lost, an object so precious that without it he risked oblivion. Finding it proved incredibly difficult, for whoever had stolen it, hid it and himself remarkably well. Adam would be impressed if the artifact wasn't important for his survival. The object in question, a beautiful block of immense power with shapeshifting properties, once belonged to Earth herself, but had since then been in the possession of many power-craving entities. The last in line was Adam's creator, a dreadful witch-demon. He was her first creation, an attempt to mock the absent human deity, the leader of her henchmen, but not her most powerful hound. Still, his scent tracking skills earned him this job and he intended to finish it before any of his other bloodthirsty siblings threatened to overpower him.

    Today, he was headed to an antique shop downtown. The city he was in had become a hotspot for teeming demons and their business, all oddly attracted to it and unwilling to leave. He had his doubts why. The antique shop in question used to belong to an old witch who collected and stole trinkets from all realms. She was, as humans would say, a hoarder. Now, her shop was being run by her nephew, a lad who had no idea he had witch blood in him and who didn't need to know.

    Adam rode into town astride a black and red Harley, wearing a leather jacket with a spiked collar and a muzzle strapped over half his face. Underneath his jacket, he wore a plain white Tee and belted leather pants and a pair of boots. On his fingers he had several rings, some had skulls attached to them. He was of an average height, but he had broad shoulders, toned muscles and incredibly handsome thighs. The amber color of his eyes flickered in the light as the wind sped through his ink-black hair, pushing it back. That was his human cover. And he enjoyed it. His demon form was far less handsome and it walked on four legs, not two.

    When he pulled up in front of the shop, all eyes were on him. The passersby commented on the brass of his bike and the absurdity of his muzzle and his parking the bike against the regulations, which wasn't his intention. He just wasn't quite yet familiar with the rules. The last thing he wanted was to be overly conspicuous. Yet, he did play his part and didn't give a shit. He removed the muzzle and entered the shop smiling a distorted smile. It was a genuine attempt at being friendly, but since he wasn't accustomed to that, it just made him look creepy. Nevertheless, the shopkeeper smiled back, pulling his lips so wide apart that Adam thought he was faking it. The lad was a bit taller than him, but much slimmer and too lively. Adam inquired about any odd artifacts that may have come his way and even suggested he look in the back for anything that gave him unpleasant emotions. But the lad found his requests weird and didn't put in the right amount of effort. His nose wasn't picking up anything either but he was always the one to double check everything. In the end, he sighed and said in a low tone of voice,

    "I'll do it myself, carry on," with a single flip of a finger, the lad did as commanded and carried on stacking some books on the counter. Adam went in the back, the supposed storage area and rummaged through the boxes. He found some genuine, magic-imbued objects but none was the one. He grunted in dissatisfaction, ruffled his hair, scratched his ear and returned to the store front, ready to look through the things in display, when the doorbell rang and announced another customer.

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    Who needed an alarm clock when you had cat who needed to be fed every morning at 8 O'clock sharp? Kieran groaned softly as the little paws kneaded at his chest, squeezing his eyes shut tighter, trying to ignore the little beast and his incessant purring. The cat then changed tactics, giving a little trill as he sensed his owner was waking up. Slowly he walked down Kieran's body, until a poorly placed paw landed on his groin, making the man shoot up in his bed. "OW! Damn, Erebus." The cat went flying, before running to his food bowl and meowing expectantly. "Alright, alright... I'm coming." Kieran slipped out of the covers and then stretched his back with a yawn before slipping on his glasses and getting up to his feet.

    After filling the cat's bowl, with a stroke down his back, he began his morning routine. His one-bedroom apartment was littered with little stacks of books here and there, as all the bookshelves he could fit in his tiny apartment were stuffed full already. He grabbed a fresh button down shirt, white with a small, repeating geometric patterns in blue, and a clean pair of jeans. First a quick shower and then a well rounded breakfast of eggs, sausage, and most importantly, coffee. He sat the island at separated the kitchen from his living room, picking up where he'd left off in one of his books while he ate. After that, Kieran grabbed his leather messenger bag by the door, slipped into a pair of dark loafers, and then it was off to work.

    Kieran didn't own a car, but since he lived in the city with plenty of public transportation, he didn't really need it. Owning a car was just more of a head ache than it was worth in his opinion. Small as his apartment was, it was enough and was in a good location so he could simply walk most places. Especially to work. He came to the old historic looking building, with large laticed windows in the front. Despite that, the inside was always dimly lit with dark, rich wood that carried the musty smell of old books and dust. But Kieran loved it.

    Right on time as usual, Kieran unlocked the door to the book store and came inside, the rays of the morning light filtering in. The shop was cluttered in an almost endearing, cozy sort of way, filled with tiny walkways that lead to different rooms throughout. Of course the front was filled with the newer 'Best Sellers' But Kieran always felt that the books that were truly worth while were hidden in the depths of the shop. Of course he knew the owner kept some real treasures downstairs, but those things were not for sale to just anyone and there were even sections Kieran was not allowed access to. Of course, it only made him more interested to know what the old man kept hidden down there.

    He got his things situated, making sure the paperwork and register were counted and ready for business, before he switched the sign on the door to 'OPEN'. Days like these usually went by quietly, with only a few customers who wandered in here and there, and even fewer actually bought things. But the shop did well enough and he enjoyed his job plenty. Though a few hours later he heard foot steps coming down the stairs before the old man popped out from the back door. "Afternoon Lad..." He greeted Kieran with his usual sly smile half hidden by a white mustache and beard. "I have a little errand for you to run. If you'd be so kind." He said, holding out a plain brown package. Kieran looked it over curiously as he set his book down on the open pages. "Yeah, sure." He said, before the man told him to take it down to the antique shop that he sometimes did business with. It wasn't an unusual request so Kieran grabbed his bag and headed out. "Use the money to buy yourself some lunch on the way back." The old man called after him before the door closed.

    It was only a 20 or so minute walk to the shop. There was always interesting characters wandering around this part of town. Kieran was always the type to be wary of such places, yet for reasons he couldn't explain, he couldn't help but feel drawn to it. Maybe he was crying out for excitement, even if he felt completely content with his life as it was. Then again, was he really?

    Kieran shook away such thoughts once he saw the antique shop up ahead. The familiar bell rang as he entered the stop and immediately Kieran looked to the clerk. "Hey Tristan! I got some thing here for your Aunt." He said, holding up the box before he stepped over. He didn't notice the two ladies who were gawking about his unique eyes and tall, lithe frame. His bright blue, almost indigo colored eyes always got him a lot of attention, not that he really seemed to notice any of it. Though it did puzzle him when people often asked if he wore contacts... while he was clearly wearing glasses. Tristan, the young man behind the counter nodded. "Hey Kieran, yeah... She left a note with the money right here. Good to see you." Tristan said as they exchanged the package for the money. "Yeah, you too. Hows the business?" He asked, the two making brief small talk before Tristan had to assist a customer. Kieran counted out the money before placing it safely in his bag. Now then, what to have for lunch?
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    "If you could only see the beast you've made of me
    I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
    Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
    Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart



    My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
    You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl"


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    Adam did not pay any mind to other customers lurking about, and by masking his presence, he made sure they didn't notice him either. He focused on inspecting the objects at display, on the shelves, counters, and in glass containers. The first thing that caught Adam's sharp eye was a small, round mirror with a gilded, scalloped frame that stood on one of the shelves at eye level. An emerald eye stood at its top and it gleamed when he passed by, revealing a not so favorable image. The face that stared back at him from the mirror was ugly, it had huge teeth, a strong jaw, grey skin and a pair of blood-red eyes but it didn't frighten him or make him disgusted. It was a familiar face, his own. The mirror must have been enchanted to reveal one's true nature, he thought. He placed the mirror face down and moved on to a set of knives, and then an old, engraved urn with a lid the shape of a bird. When he opened the urn, a vile smell emerged and made him squeamish. He nicked it when he tried to put it down. For a demon, he was a bit clumsy, but unbothered by it.

    He was becoming more daunted by the moment, for nothing he touched felt like the real deal. Most of the objects were clearly fake, some were enchanted, but none emanated any kind of magic that could bring down a city. He was about to put his muzzle back on and leave, when his nose caught a faint, but familiar scent in the air. It wafted through like a breeze and brought forth a sudden, undeniably exciting chill. Could it be? His amber eyes gleamed red and his dog tail emerged out of the blue, slithering about and coiling around his legs before it disappeared again. It was a sign, he was reacting to something. He followed the scent, feeble as it was, to the counter where he saw a tall, lanky man with striking sapphire blue eyes one could get lost in. The man wore the scent of what Adam longed to find, it tickled his nostrils and made him feel invigorated. But the man was ordinary. He saw no demonic aura around him or any traces of shapeshifting. The man hadn't even noticed him. Still, he was a diligent demon, he had to make sure.

    He browsed the shop quickly for something made of pure iron and found a box cluttered with rings of different designs. He rummaged through it to find genuine iron rings and once his skin came in contact with one, he began feeling discomfort which slowly turned into pain which he held back, gritting his teeth. For most demons to touch pure iron meant he'd surely wince back and cry out in pain before the iron began burning his skin. Adam took possession of two such rings, similar but different when it came to the pattern design. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold them on his bare skin for long so he fetched one of the jewelry pouches off the counter and placed them there. He approached the man, who was busy counting money, with a quizzical expression on his face. He had even put on a slight smirk, saying,

    "Ah, excuse me," he sounded quite friendly. He practiced a lot in the last few days. "I'm supposed to get a gift for someone, but I can't decide. Would you mind weighing in? They both look quite interesting close-up," Adam said, stretching out the hand that held the pouch and the rings towards the man while pointing at them with his other one. He took the change to properly check him out but he looked even more ordinary up close, except for those eyes.

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    Once Kieran had the money tucked away, he turned to head out of the shop when a surprisingly pleasant voice addressed him. Kieran turned to see if someone were truly talking to him, when he met the most startling, yet intriguing pair of golden eyes. Kieran was stunned, so much so that he stared blankly for a few moments until he suddenly realized the man had asked him a question. "O-oh... uh-" Kieran muttered, managing to pull his gaze away to look down at the two rings laid out on black velvet. "S-sure." Kieran could feel a bit of heat touching his cheeks at the sudden, and a bit unusual, request from this slightly intimidating yet alluring stranger.

    Reaching out Kieran gently took up the rings in his hand and let one rest in his palm while he inspected the other. As he looked over the designs curiously, a sudden chill went through him, his body giving a visible shudder. The timing was a little odd, but he didn't think much of it as one of the customers had just left and he most likely caught a draft from the door. Kieran then switched the rings, looking over the designs of the second. However, he could feel the handsome stranger's golden eyes on him, as if they were boring into him, piercing the very core of his being. It was rather unsettling and yet, at the same time, almost... thrilling. Kieran was suddenly aware of how hard his heart was beating and he quickly passed the rings back to the man. "This one..." He replied, holding out the second ring, though he couldn't quite bring himself to meet this stranger's eyes again. "I suppose it depends on their style... But I think the design of that one is more interesting and-" Kieran went on, finally daring to meet the man's unique gaze, "Eye-catching."

    Kieran was caught off guard by how anxious he felt in this man's presence. Sure, he was attractive, hot even, but it was something more than that. There was just... something about him that Kieran couldn't even attempt to put into words, but he knew he'd never felt like this before. Now that his heartbeat was starting to return to normal, Kieran drew his eyes away finally. "Well, a-anyways... I hoped that helped. I have to get going now, but good luck with your gift shopping." Kieran said, offering a small smile. And with that, he turned and headed out of the shop, the bell ringing on his way out. Once he was out in the open air, he took a deep breath to clear his head and started back towards bookstore, though his mind was slowly being swallowed up by thoughts of that strange man.
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    "If you could only see the beast you've made of me
    I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
    Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
    Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart



    My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
    You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl"


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    Adam stared at the blue-eyed man with riveted attention while he waited for the telltale signs. The man touched the rings but there was no reaction. No sizzling, no smoke, no wincing in pain, no demon. He sighed in disappointment, breaking the stare. He was about to turn and disregard the man's input into the rings' style and design when his ears perked up and he noticed an unexpected, erratic change of the man's heartbeat pace. He became optimistic once more, doubting the man's humanity and assuring himself that he must pursue this further. The rings might have failed, but he could not be deterred so easily. There were other ways.

    "Thank you," Adam said politely in a disembodied voice. He still hadn't got used to the etiquettes but he'd be damned if he let himself be fooled by the man's peasant smile. He watched carefully as the man left the shop and decided to follow him, tossing the rings over to the counter and letting them roll off it. He kept his distance and masked his presence so only those with extremely keen senses, bordering on supernatural, would be able to notice him. He summoned a hell blade, one that only injured demonic entities but mentally scarred others, and placed it in his back pocket. He planned to follow the man and ambush him in an alley, perhaps tweak the knife into his skin to make sure.

    On his way out, he noticed a man in a blue uniform and a funny hat circling around his bike and trying to write something down on a notepad. He got curious and approached him, not too happy with having anyone touch his ride.

    "Be careful, it bites," he warned the man, dispelling the aura around him so the man could see him. The man quickly turned to him, and with a frowning face, retorted in a stern voice,

    "Is this your vehicle, sir? You have parked it illegally, not to mention that you don't even have a license plate. I will need you to identify yourself," the man droned off, clearly upset, holding onto the shaft of his baton quite firmly. Adam didn't understand what he had done wrong but he was sure he wasn't trying to look intimidating. The man, on the other hand, seemed quite disturbed and even scared of him. Adam didn't have time for any distractions. The blue-eyed man was quickly leaving his line of sight, so he decided to answer the man's question hoping he'd be left alone.

    "My name is Adam, Maescia's hound." he spoke genuinely, witnessing the rapid growth of confusion on the man's face. "I must go." he said, turning around and walking away. The man was stunned, mumbling about a 'police' and 'towing' but Adam paid him no mind. When the man turned towards the vehicle, he could not believe his eyes. The bike was gone, it had disappeared right there, in front of him. And when he looked back at the man, he was gone too. He huffed and puffed and almost fainted, but that was of no concern to Adam.

    Adam hurried down the street, stalking his victim. He had to rely on his nose and take in that dangerously sweet smell so he'd stay on the blue-eyed man's tracks.

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    Try as he might, Kieran's thoughts kept wandering back to the golden-eyed man from the antique shop. He'd seemed like your typical 'bad boy', all dark and rough around the edges. The type of person Kieran always tried to avoid but in the end he'd always get mixed up in thier company. But this time felt different... and Kieran couldn't begin to guess why. No matter how many times he tried to think of something else, his thoughts kept getting pulled back to the dark, mysterious stranger. "Ugh! Forget it!" He grumbled aloud to himself, raking a hand through his dark hair. "It's not like I'll ever run into him again... and that's probably for the best." He told himself under his breath, affirming that there was no point to continue pondering who the stranger had been and where he was from. If his instincts were right, the man was probably no good anyway.

    He was nearing a little sandwich shop and just decided to stop there for lunch, ordering himself a large hoagie, knowing he could save the other half for his dinner. Though as he stood in the shop, waiting for his order, Kieran felt like someone was watching him. However, when he turned sharply to look out the large front window, he didn't see anyone. Only a man walking by, who was too wrapped up in his phone to notice anything else. Slowly Kieran turned back around, just in time to grab his order and leave. Suddenly he was eager to get back to the bookstore, starting to head back briskly.

    It was only a ten minute walk and soon enough he'd entered the bookstore, coming over to the counter and setting down his lunch. "Thanks again, m'lad. You know my legs aren't what they used to be." The owner said, getting up from his chair slowly and patting his knee for emphasis.

    "No problem. I don't mind at all." Kieran said as he handed over the money with a warm smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. He just hadn't been able to shake the strange feeling he'd gotten from the man in the antique shop. "Everything go alright?" The owner questioned, raising a brow at Kieran's drawn expression.

    Kieran blinked. "O-oh yeah, everything went fine. I'm good... Don't worry." He said, brushing off the old man's concern. Kieran was thankful he didn't press the matter any further and simply thanked him once more before heading back upstairs. With a sigh, Kieran unwrapped his sandwich and began to eat, his eyes unconsciously flickering up towards the windows every so often. Yet he never noticed anything odd, despite the weird sensation he felt. Like someone's eyes were constantly on him... However, eventually the sensation faded and Kieran went on about his work day at the store. Finally 6pm rolled around and Kieran quickly packed up, flipped the sign to 'closed', and shut out the lights before he started home for the night.
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    "If you could only see the beast you've made of me
    I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
    Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
    Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart



    My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
    You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl"


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    Adam followed after the man closely waiting for his chance, but there was so much happening on the street that it was hard to focus. The street was bustling with many people who wore funny clothes and behaved rather strangely. He had never quite experienced human behavior up close but he did find it amusing. At one point, his gaze strayed from his target and fell onto a group of young men performing tricks with some kind of board on wheels. He halted for a moment, taking in the sight and observing their aura. They felt thrilled even though they were falling and hurting themselves. He found that baffling. He reprimanded himself for getting distracted and scurried along after his prey.

    The man entered a shop that sold human food. Demons had no need for such biological restrictions. So far, the man was nothing but ordinary, which displeased Adam gravely. Alas, he was not going to give up his pursuit. This was his first solid lead in months, he had to press on. When the man turned to him, Adam almost thought the man had noticed him. He even stiffened a bit when those blue eyes pierced right through him, but naturally they didn't see him. Or did they? His face contorted into a grimace. What if the man was making a fool out of him? Oh, he must be laughing at him inwardly, Adam suspected, feeling a low growl escape his strained throat. He almost went for him right there and then but decided against it. The shop had quite a few customers and causing a scene was far from beneficial. He decided to stalk him further and wait for a moment to strike.

    But the moment never came. The route the man was taking was far too crowded and had too few alleys one could lead his victim into. That was when the man came to a stop and entered another ship, this time a bookstore. Adam waited outside and observed carefully, waiting for the man to finish and exit. But it seemed he was not going anywhere for a while. Could he be doing what the humans referred to as a job? Adam pondered, tapping his foot off the pavement impatiently, arms folded on his chest. There was another man inside, rather old. Perhaps he worked there too. Like the blue-eyed man, he too showed no signs of abnormality, but Adam had to be prepared for anything.

    He could not enter though, for the door was closed. If he were to open it, his presence masked, the man could get suspicious. After all, as he understood, doors did not open by themselves in the human world. There was even a bell attached to it. He decided to inspect the outside of the shop then, to check whether any protection spells had been cast. His once amber-colored eyes flickered and turn a malicious red as he scanned the perimeter, noticing nothing out of the ordinary. When he touched the building, all he felt was how cold the wall was.

    He continued to wait until the man was finished with work. It was incredibly boring but nothing he had not been through already. The man closed shop and headed home, unaware he had a demon as a shadow. Adam planned an attack as it was getting dark but out of nowhere, the old man from the store approached the window and taped a sign on the glass which read 'Help wanted, ask inside.' Adam had a choice now. He could follow the boy, attack him and find out nothing about the whereabouts of the artifact... or he could befriend him and act accordingly thereon. He opted for the latter. With a crafty smirk lingering on the edge of his lips, he made his presence known and knocked on the glass, pointing at the sign and then at himself.

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    Kieran's walk home was usually quite enjoyable, but as the sky gradually grew darker, his paranoia was slowly taking over. He kept looking behind him, his sapphire blue eyes searching the shadows, even though the sensation he'd felt earlier this afternoon was long gone. "I'm losing it..." He then muttered to himself with a sigh, fixing his glasses on his face. It wasn't long before he was making his way inside and up the stairs to his apartment. As usual, the moment Kieran opened the door, Erebus came running, meowing and arching his body against Kieran's legs. He couldn't help but smile, giving the cat a few strokes. "Did you miss me?"

    Once he'd gotten his shoes off and his bag set down, Kieran got himself a bottle of beer and grabbed the rest of his sandwich. He then took a seat on his couch, sitting back with his beer and a book to read while he ate. Though it seemed he was just reading the same lines over and over again, as his thoughts just kept wandering to that pair of golden eyes. Finally Kieran snapped the book shut with a sigh and swallowed a mouthful of beer. "What's wrong with me..." He mumbled, dropping his head with another heavy sigh. Erebus seemed to sense his distress, precariously climbing down from the back of the couch to land in his lap. Kieran pet his head, his other hand resting over his mouth well he recalled their interaction from the shop one more time. "Mmm... He really was gorgeous though."

    Finally deciding to call it a night, Kieran cleaned up and got ready for bed. Despite his earlier distraction, sleep came easily enough. However, that night he would dream of a wolf. Or at least that's what it seemed to be... With glowing golden eyes that shined through the darkness. It circled slowly, disappearing from view before suddenly appearing closer... and closer... Until it lunged.

    Kieran woke with a start at the abrupt chime of his alarm. He let out a heavy breath, before he realized just how behind he was. "Ah, dammit!" Kieran hopped out of bed, grabbing a pair of clothes quickly and tossing a bagel into the toaster that he could eat along the way. Deep down he knew the old man wouldn't care much if he was a little late, but he was still bothered by the idea. Once he'd smeared some cream cheese over his bagel, he grabbed his bag and poured some food for Erebus before hurrying out the door. He took a few bites of his bagel as he walked briskly to the bookstore.

    "If you could only see the beast you've made of me
    I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
    Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
    Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart



    My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
    You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl"


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