Pied Piper (Angelium x Pigeon) 18+

[Kotorichan]

 

 

Aral (no last name)

Age: Unknown

Eyes: Pure white and pupiless

Skin: Pitch black

Hair: Short, pure white and fluffy. Feels a bit like processed alpaca fur

Height: 6’3

Build: Lean yet muscular, like an acrobat

Misc: Has pure white scars all over his body. Wears dark and light weight clothing. Blood is also pitch black.

 

 

 

 

Aral’s eyes slowly fluttered open to see the room around him. He had let his guard down, he had been too focused on a target to notice the person sneaking up on him. Such a stupid mistake.

 

 

The world was still unfocused as he tried to move, immediately finding that his wrists were restrained. Whatever drug had been used was still strong in his system, making it almost impossible for him to think straight. He couldn’t even tell if the bindings were a material he could break, let alone where he was or how much danger he was in.

 

 

His eyes closed again as he forced himself to breath slowly. If his captors planned to kill him then they would have already done so, panicking was pointless and would only make things worse. He lightly pressed his forefinger to his thumb, carefully feeling under the nail to make sure they hadn’t fully disarmed him. A soft sigh of relief escaped his lips when he found the tiny corner of razor blade was still there. He could still defend himself if needed. But for now it would be best if he just found out what his captors wanted from him.

 

 

Once against his eyes opened, this time able to focus on his surroundings. The room was small, but it felt as though it was meant to be welcoming. Of course that only made Aral even more uncomfortable. Who would kidnap him, not disarm him, and bring him to somewhere… Nice? He could even feel that he was laying on a soft bed, not chained to the floor. The more he thought about it the more it confused him. This didn’t look like a brothel, and even if it was Aral didn’t think he was the type of person that was wanted for those places. So what kind of place was this?

[Angellium]

Hollow hues shot open to the methodical chanting of his clan's ancient tongue. Paralyzed by the chains of an early awakening, his body stiffer than an overworked dough. His joints creaked and his bones scraped against one another. The pain was numbing; intoxicating his racing thoughts to nothing more than a blur of time. Gods he felt sick. The hunger swelling deep within him too much to bare. But, what was he to do? He could barely move without feeling like he wanted to die.

 

Several pairs of gloved hands raised the Prince from the confines of his tomb. The chanting grew louder as the smooth caress of marble slid across the bareness of his skin.Their voices stopped, a single candle cutting through the darkness of the alter. Within seconds, that single flame danced along either sides of the room igniting hundreds of candles placed around the large alter. Turquoise eyes shifted along the room. The faces of his comrades fading to black as he looked upon them.

 

The heavy stench of blood touched his nose as two robed men brought forth a large porcelain tub.

 

"Et Toulh... Et Toullha. . . Azriel Rowe In Torak'Rowe."

 

A harmonious song ripped through the silence as they sang in praise of Azriel. The porcelain tub seemingly hovered over him before it tipped over, bathing the blonde in red. The blood of his fallen puppet. But, where was the new Bloodmule? Azriel found himself unable to think. A ceremony supposed to mark the birth of a king instead represented the death of a friend and the chaos Azriel had yet to see.

 

Alas, Azriel could move. Still he felt incapacitated. Least now he could move without the awful feel of bone against bone. As he stood from the marble slab the cleansing ceremony had begun. One by one, the hooded figures washed his body clean with buckets of water blessed by the ancestors. Invigorating. "Where is the bloodmule?" he breathed as the priests dressed him in robes of blackened silk. "He is held captive in his quarters..." one of the men answered solemnly.

 

Aral's monotonous silence was suddenly ripped through as cloaked figures burst into the room. There was a certain grace about them as they crossed the room to hover over his bedside. Their robes appeared to be ceremonial like and their faces were completely concealed by the darkness of hoods. With arms bent, their palms raised heavenward. they presented the chained Aral like a sacrifice to the gods.

 

The room appeared smaller now and seemed to shrink beneath the commanding presence of Azriel as he stepped onto the scene. Dead eyes gazed upon Aral. "Did no one explain his purpose? Why is he bound?" the blonde sighed out of exasperation. "Leave us." Azriel commanded.

 

"What is this room.." the blonde spoke more so to himself than the male on the bed. Just like Aral he had many questions that needed answering. Unable to tolerate another ceremony just for information he had only himself to blame for his ignorance. "What is your name?" he questioned as he allowed turquoise eyes to look over the other before him. Black skin and white hair. A familiar look. . .

[Kotorichan]

The entrance of the robed men seemed like something out of a dream, or more like a nightmare. All the men looked like they belonged to some sort of religious group. It was a threatening sight to say the least. Laying chained in the bed, Aral was reminded of a movie he had seen once when he was a very small child. Something where a woman was chained to a slab of stone as a sacrifice to a cult's god. Of course Aral didn't have some sort of hero that would come at the last moment and save him.

 

It would be stupid to attempt to escape yet, there was no telling how much security there was in this place or even if these people had some sort of ability that could defeat Aral. For now he would have to wait and try to gather information.

 

He stayed perfectly silent as he was presented like an object. Even when the clear leader entered, Aral gave nothing but a cold stare of pure contempt.

 

The blonde's words did catch him off guard. Why was he bound? Why wouldn't he be? He had been drugged and kidnapped. If he hadn't been bound then he would have been searching the room for any information on his situation so that he could escape. And why would his purpose be explained? He was a prisoner, these people would gain nothing by explaining the reason to Aral. Perhaps if they were holding him for some kind of information, but otherwise it would actual benefit them more if he remained in the dark.

 

It was a bit of a relief when the group was dismissed. It would be easier to fight one man instead of an entire group if needed. The comment on the room almost made Aral crack a smile. He had been wondering the exact same thing. Who kept a prisoner in a room like this? It was like he was actually their guest.

 

His expression didn't change as the stranger looked around or even when he was asked his name. In fact, he didn't even respond to the question. There was no reason for him to introduce himself. Instead he kept his gaze in the same silent stare, taking in every movement and expression of the other man. Perhaps there would be some kind of information hidden in his body language. If there was Aral would find it.

 

It was already clear that this person had no idea what was going on. But how could that be? He was the leader of those other men. They must have told him something. Was it possible that this man was just pretending to be innocent so that Aral would let his guard down? If that was the case then Aral would have to stay even more guarded.

[Angellium]

Aral didn't speak and Azriel didn't bother. Still in the process of taking in his strange surroundings he nearly forgot about the other all together. How many years had passed to cause such a change? Was his thought as he crossed the tight room to look onto the horizon. There was the ocean... He could almost taste the salt water as he opened the oddly plain window. Taking in a slow breath he finally turned intense hues onto the other male.

 

"I am sorry for the way you've been treated thus far. However, my apology isn't a sign of weakness. If you dare to retaliate against me, I'll have you chained to the very bottom of this place."

 

It felt good to have the sea breeze blow across the heat of his porcelain skin. It had been so long.

 

"You can rest assured that I am not your enemy. I do no wish to keep you chained to anything." Azriel made a brief attempt to clear the obvious tension in the room. Not that it really mattered though. From the looks of Aral, it appeared he would hate Az on behalf of his servants' unauthorized drug and capture. Azriel had already lost a good mule. He could careless what Aral thought of him so long as he delivered on his purpose.

 

The blonde's stretch was slow and awkward as he attempted to get complete control over his limbs again. He needed to feed - - it was the only way he would ever feel whole again.

 

"Reiko, your oldest sister is dead. Her duty to me is the same as yours: to provide me with blood." The blonde revealed as he turned to fully face Aral. Nimble fingers danced across slender shoulders to push back black silk. The light fabric fell down to his waist revealing the contract of their clans smoothly etched into his perfect skin. "A contract stating you belong to me and that I belong to you." he breathed as he ran his fingers through silken bangs. "In exchange for your blood you may have whatever you wish. I will attempt to provide you with what you desire as is my duty to you. Of course, anything unreasonable such as the world or the rebirth of some dead companion I cannot."

 

Az smiled as he moved to sit beside the other. Perfect hands grabbed a hold of Aral's chains. His lips moved quietly as he whispered an inaudible incantation that broke a single chain link. The white haired male's wrists were free from the wall and each other.

 

"What say you?"

[Kotorichan]

Aral made no attempt to break the silence as his captor looked around the room, nor did he react to the man's words. It sounded like Aral had been captured by mistake, someone else must have been the target.

 

Once his arms were released he finally showed some kind of reaction. He sat up, lightly rubbing his wrists to get the blood flowing again, and looked up at the man. His gaze was still cold, but his voice was calm and collected.

 

"It sounds like you have the wrong guy. I don't have a sister or a clan. I'm an orphan, no family, no connections." He lightly brushed his hair back out of his face, letting out a soft sigh of frustration. "I was in the middle of a fucking job..."

 

"If you still want me to do something for you then you could've just hired me, I am a mercenary after all." He moved to sit at the edge of the bed. It was so stupid, why did he have to get dragged into this bullshit?

 

"Look, just pay some kind of compensation for wasting my time and then let me leave, alright? If you wanna hire me for blood or even to find the right guy then I can tell you how to contact me. But I'm not involved in your stupid contact of clans or whatever." He stood up and glanced at the man, making no attempt to hide his anger. Time was money, and so was his reputation. If he didn't get his job done in a timely manner then word would get out and he'd lose clients.

[Angellium]

"Your level of conceit is remarkable." Azriel replied after some silence before he clasped both his hands behind his head lazily.

 

"I can understand and can even relate to your position."

 

"To be taken from a life you've only known..."

 

"Only to wake up one day wondering the'fuck is going on."

 

He laughed at his informal speak, surprised such words rolled off his tongue without strain. His body might be slow but, his mind was quick.

 

"I assure you this isn't a joke puppet. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't becoming rather hungry just staring at you." licking his lips the blonde moved to stand before the white haired male. "But, if money will suffice for a contract I'll be more than happy to provide you with whatever you need." he spoke before there was a subtle knock upon the door. Casting a cold glance over his shoulder the door opened.

 

"Azriel...."

 

He shuttered at the voice that called his name.

 

"Father..."

 

It was almost like looking into a mirror. Besides the fact that the other was much taller and appeared at least ten years older, they were almost identical.

 

"Are you not finished feeding? You aren't free to frollock until you finish your duties."

 

"Feeding wouldn't be a problem if the puppet at least knew of its purpose. None of that matters now though I know what its desires are."

 

"Oh? What does the illusive Aral wish for?" the blonde's father spoke as cold turquoise eyes landed on Aral.

 

So his name was Aral? He would know that if he'd done the damned ceremony. Who knew the puppet would be so difficult?

 

"Money. A mercenary he claims to be Father. I don't care to interrupt his life like you would. I'm just hungry. So please, gather whatever cash you know a mercenary of his caliber deserves." His father just laughed. "You're not king yet... But, I'll let your orders slide given the situation. The money will be here shortly. As well as some drainers... Of course you know your hunger won't be satiated for long." Azriel's father added with a sickening grin.

 

Without another word the man left Aral and he alone. Moving across the room Azriel leaned onto the window pane,

 

"You'll have your money. You can have your precious time as well if you allow me to feed from you right now. If you're worried about your reputation, you don't need to--" he paused before taking in a slow breath of air. "If it is one thing I know I have. . . it is power." looking over his shoulder he smiled glaring his now elongated fangs.

 

"So, why don't you stop wasting both our time and give me your neck."

[Kotorichan]

Puppet. The word made Aral even more angry at the man. When he was referred to as 'it' his rage only grew. Despite his profession he still had his pride. He didn't want this man's money, or to have his reputation built up on this man's words. He wanted to get out.

 

With a swift flick of his thumb he sliced open his wrist, pulling the blood from his body and forming it into a bubble around himself. If he moved quickly then he might be able to move to another world before the stranger had time to react. The bubble was as hard as iron, but Aral had no idea how strong his captor might be. It was fully possible that the creature would have no difficulty breaking through the barrier.

 

Aral sliced through the skin of his forefinger, using that blood to form a blade. He immediately began to search for a point where he could cut through to another dimension.

[Angellium]

"Your only saving grace is that you did not attack." Azriel breathed as he turned to face the other. "But, it appears you're just another rabid dog that needs to be punished." Hadn't he been civil? The other made it clear he didn't want anything but, money and time. Azriel was prepared to give him that without a word. Why did he persist in pissing him off?

 

The life in turquoise hues died, "That's fine. It has been ages since I've had the pleasure in breaking in a new bloodmule. . ." the blonde fell silent just then. His lips continued to move, the sound emanating from them only whispers seemingly carried upon the sea breeze wafting around them. All that glorious blood. It made his mouth water to see the other show his craft. It made the Prince's hunger unbearable.

 

Suddenly a pool of darkness formed from Aral's shadow. With incredible speed and force it ripped through the other's barrier wrapping around his wrists and knees like shackles. "Would you mind..." Azriel began as he used his control over the dark to seal the other's bleeding wrist. "Not bleeding out so much? You won't have any strength left to fight me once I drink from you... And as hungry as I am-- take it from me, you'll need it if you want to live past tonight."

 

The darkness coiled around Aral's wrists were tight, but, not as strong as the ones latched onto the other's knee's gravitating him towards the ground. "You can have your freedom in exchange for a continuous supply of your blood. The sooner you understand that, I will treat you less like a common mutt." Again, Az was attempting to soothe the unbridled rage the other had for some reason. Perhaps it was because he was still tired and wanted an easy meal or maybe he just didn't want any more stress piled upon his shoulders before he could assess the mess his clan had found itself in. Whatever the reason, if Aral didn't calm his tits Azriel would be out of 'fucks to give'.

[Kotorichan]

Aral let out a gasp as his defenses were ripped through so easily, he tried to pull away but the other man was far too fast. He struggled against the bindings for a moment before realizing it was pointless and giving up. He glared up at the man with pure hatred.

 

Despite his anger he pulled the blood back into his body, making it scab over on his wounds. "You know people might not try to fight back if you didn't talk like a fucking asshole." He snapped.

 

Aral's fluffy white hair had become a total mess during the struggle, it looked tangled and matted in the back. The cuts were already starting heal over as a pure white scar. His clothes were also messed up, his shirt pushed up to reveal his stomach. Despite his messy appearance he was able to keep the same look of pure contempt.

 

"If I didn't hate you so much I would've asked to just get paid enough to live off and quit my job, then you'd get as much blood as you want without a fight." He muttered, it wasn't like he loved his job or anything. "But you just had to be a fucking dick...'

[Angellium]

He made no effort to respond right away. Azriel didn't need to explain himself. With a flash of his eyes the shadow finally pulled the other down to his knees. He did say he didn't want to chain him down. And yet, as he watched how easily Aral had given in; Azriel had to admit he liked the way he looked in bondage.

 

Licking his lips he strolled over to the other wrapping his hand around his neck. "Wooing a mongrel isn't at the top of my list." harsh words from a soft tongue. Leaning forward he allowed the shaded shackles around Aral's wrists to force his arms down at his sides. Dropping his hand from the other's neck, Azriel traced his fingers along a pulse beckoning him nearer.

 

"I'll tell you what..." he breathed into the other's ear with a grin. "If you taste as good as you look, perhaps I'll give 'not being a dick' a try." With a content sigh Azriel allowed himself to drop down to his own knees. With the entirety of his weight, he draped himself over Aral. Being that he was holding the other in place with his powers, Aral would have little choice but to a accept the blonde's brief embrace.

 

Burying his lips into the side of Aral's neck he took in a long slow breath. Without another word the immortal burrowed sharp fangs into the other's supple flesh. He could have bitten the other anywhere but, the neck always held a special place in the Prince's heart. With nimble fingers tangling up in shimmering white locks he drank feverishly; drowning in the heat that washed over the entirety of his being.

 

Aral would be in pain. There was no buffer between skin and teeth that would allow Az's feedings to ever feel comfortable. Time did heal all wounds however, and maybe like his last puppet, Aral too would come to enjoy the pain that came with pleasing his master.

 

Azriel didn't drink for long. In spite of himself, he took only what he needed to sustain himself. Slowly, the blonde allowed his fangs to retract so that he could pull away without causing anymore pain. Aral was delicious, it was the least he could do.

 

"How much," he breathed before dragging his tongue along the marks he'd just created. "Do you want?"

[Kotorichan]

Aral's entire body went stiff at the bite. It hurt, no doubt about it. But he wasn't going to show his pain to this man. Instead he clenched his jaw and waited for it to end.

 

He kept the same glare even as the man pulled away, the loss of blood was something he had grown accustom to so he wasn't dizzy in the least.

 

"Depends, if you're gonna be an asshole then it's $6 Million per hour, rounded up so even if I'm only here for 5 minutes I get the full hour's payment.. I'll give you my number so you can just call me in when you need something..." He took a deep breath before continuing, the next option made him a little nervous.

 

"If you're gonna be somewhat pleasant than it's gonna be $100,000 for every fluid ounce of blood that you take, that bite was about 30 so it's be $3 million, plus comfortable room and board. If there's any extra bullshit that you want me to do then I'll decide the price for that when it comes up."

 

"Which'll it be?" He tried again to pull the bonds off, but to no avail. Trying to fight this guy was completely pointless, and more dangerous than it was worth.

[Angellium]

"You do value yourself, don't you?"

 

Azriel commented with a bloodstained grin. Grabbing the white haired male by his perfect jaw he gazed into those searing eyes. Such disdain... What could he possibly do to assuage that kind of disrespect? The pact wasn't supposed to be hinged on greed. Azriel being no fool assumed at this point Aral was just being spiteful. He said it himself, money wouldn't have been a problem if he hadn't been a dick. The prince could be just as wretched, if not worse.

 

"Here's my offer. . ."

 

Shadow link withered slightly, coiling up the male's arm to grab a stern hold of his elbows. Slowly, so that Aral could adjust, they continued to drag the other down until his arms bent and his back arched into a perfect crescent. There they locked firmly.

 

"You can have your place of residence. . ."

 

Grabbing a fistful of Aral's shirt,

 

"We will do 10 hour sessions. Each hour I will feed."

 

With a strong yank he pulled the fabric clean from Aral's torso. "Each feeding will be 50 ounces." with a smile he traced both hands along the arch in his back. "You will come see me or vice versa...." With another pause and a slow breath he allowed his fingers to trace along the imprint of the man's ribcage. "All year round for an indefinite amount of time."

 

"If you can agree I'll have the entirety of 20 billion transferred to your account or given to you in flat out cash." Pressing the ads of his fingers into Aral's ribs hard, he finally moved to stand tall.

 

"I think I might want your body too... Maybe we could work that into the sessions." he breathed as he licked his lips free of the other's essence. With a thoughtful expression he nodded at his deduction.

 

"Yes ten hours is a long time. Five hours to feed and five to mess around? I'll keep the 50 ounces of blood as is... But, I'll throw in an extra 5 million bringing your total to 25 billion." he spoke casually as he calculated the other's worth. Of course, his math was solely based on Aral's own prices, in Az's opinion he was being more than generous when you calculate the lifetime supply of free living.

[Kotorichan]

Aral immediately tried to recoil from the touches to his bare skin. It always disgusted him when anyone wanted something sexual from him, and he didn't try to hide his feelings from the man. He didn't hate the idea of sex, but he had never actually wanted sex. It had always been for money and he had never set any limits for what the client was allowed to do to him, and his client had never cared about Aral's enjoyment. Azriel probably wouldn't be any different.

 

"So ten hours at a time? How often and for how long? Also I'll need at least 24 hours of notice before you want me to come in." Aral scowled up at him. "For that price I'd be fine with once a week for 10 years, then you can also pay me for 'overtime' and we can talk about a renewal of the contract after the 10 years is up..."

[Angellium]

Azriel laughed. He must've been joking. What would he do with that much money let alone more.

 

"I planned on three times a week..."

 

Ten years... A week. Laughing he leaned over grabbing the other by his throat. "You've got spark, and while the money isn't an issue once a week isn't going to work for me. So, if 25 billion isn't your price then there isn't one anymore. I don't need t haggle with you puppet. You are mine and if I want you half dead in a cage awaiting my next move I'll have you there." Shrugging heavily Azriel stepped away from Aral.

 

Just then the door creaked open his Father having sent what he'd requested earlier. One man in a suit carried two large suitcases and three other men dressed in lab coats carried equipment meant to drain Aral's blood. "I've had enough. But, I am persistent so I'll lay out my offer again: 3 sessions a week, 8 hours each session, and for as long as you breathe air. My final price will be marked at 30 billion with free room, board, and transportation however you'd like it. If you should manage to squander all of that money within 3 years time I'll continuously provide you with an allowance of 500,000 a year no questions asked." Glaring down at the other passed blonde bangs, "As you stipulated, I'll have someone alert you 24 hours in advance."

 

As he waited, chains of black receded back down to the man's wrists allowing his back to rest and the shackles on his feet simply dissipated into thin air.

[Kotorichan]

Three times a week... Aral could manage that. He would be lying if he said he hadn't expected his offer to be rejected. This was a very dangerous person to bargain with, but that's exactly what he did. 30 billion should be enough, of course that depended on how long Aral actually lived. It was hard to guess with his occupation.

 

"Fine, it's a deal..." He finally said. His gaze moved over to the men who entered the room, he could guess what they were for based off Azriel's father's words. "Are these the 'drainers'?" He asked after a moment of silence, wanting to confirm his fears. "How often will I be seeing them?"

 

Aral was trying not to think about his captors previous words. Half dead in a cage... He had no doubt that it was possible, and there was no one who would come looking for Aral if it ever did happen. All he could hope for now was to find out just how powerful this man was. If he could find some kind of weakness, or some word where Azriel couldn't find him. Then he'd be able to escape. He'd have to find ways to ask without seeming too suspicious.

[Angellium]

Aral smiled, genuinely filled with satisfaction. When Aral brought up the drainers he nodded. "As long as you stick to the contract you'll never have to see them." motioning them to leave he turned towards the man with the suitcases. Azriel needed Aral more than he cared to admit. A puppet didn't need the upper hand over its master and he wouldn't allow it. "Gather 30 million." he told the man and he too was gone as quick as the drainers. Looking towards Aral he finally did away with his shadow binds....

 

"In a few minutes your money will be here and you can be on your way if you're still in such a rush." moving across the room he looked around idly searching for something. There was a nightstand and he opened the drawer to find what he was looking for: a pen and paper. It was a rather old fashioned pen the kind you had to dip into ink to write. There was no ink in the drawer.

 

With the pointed end of the pen Azriel slit his wrist without a word. The cut wasn't too deep, just enough to draw an adequate amount of blood. "As is our contract already, I'll draw up this new one in blood as well." Drawing up what they discussed he signed his name then held out both the pen and paper to the other. "Sign in blood..." It was the only way to assure that they both adhere to their terms.

[Kotorichan]

A contract in blood... That wasn't something Aral had thought would happen. That would make it nearly impossible for him to escape this man. But he didn't have any other choice. He cut his thumb open again and took the pen, dipping it into his blood. He took a deep breath before signing his name, well his first name at least. Aral had never known his family name and now he hoped that it could make it possible to escape the contact.

 

Once he finished he set the pen aside and glanced up at Azriel. "So I can leave now?" He really hoped that the man forgot to ask Aral for any contact information and would just lose track of him.

 

Aral would be taking his time to move into this man's home. It wasn't like he spent much time at his home anyway, he was always away on missions.

[Angellium]

The Prince merely shrugged at the other's question. He could easily say no. Why should he let him go when he could just chain him to the floor? "Do whatever you want... You know the terms." the blonde breathed as he moved to roll their contract up. He placed it in the belt of his robe before shrugging the black of his silk over pale skin. With their real contract etched into his chest concealed he started over to the room door.

 

Things were tiresome enough with his lack of knowledge of this new world... Now that he was feeling less like a cadaver or a starving animal there was room to think. With that room came the overwhelming need to crawl back into the concrete he came out of. Regardless, there was a ceremony to complete and he could feel their anger seething through the walls of the manor.

 

"Be back here by tomorrow...."

 

"Please, don't make me have to come looking for you."

 

With that said, Azriel took his leave. Soon to enter the room behind him were 3 large bodyguard types with two suitcases each. "We'll show you out. Your money is in these suitcases. A driver will take you wherever you want to go. Follow behind." One man informed Aral.

[Kotorichan]

Aral didn't say another word to the man who could only be described as his master now. They had made a deal but Aral knew better than to think they were on equal footing. Azriel had complete control over the situation, all Aral could do was try to manipulate the situation do be as favorable as possible.

 

He silently took the bags and straightened his clothes. There wasn't any need for him to speak, asking too many questions in this situation could get him in trouble. He followed the guards, pretending not to notice that he was still be treated like a prisoner.

 

Once he got out to the car he told the driver the address of a place somewhat near his current lodging. They probably knew exactly where he was living but it made him feel safer to stay secretive.

 

As soon as the driver dropped him off at his requested location Aral set to work. He returned to the basement of an abandoned house where he had been staying and switched to a different world where he deposited his money into an inter-dimensional bank meant for bounty hunters, assassins, and mercenaries who needed a safe place for money and a way to exchange currencies for the dimensions. Once that was finished he quickly finished his current job and got a few hours rest.

 

Azriel hadn't told him what time to arrive and Aral really didn't want to be dragged back. So he arrived at the front door at precisely 6am. He didn't knock or ring the doorbell, just stood and waited for someone to tell him what to do next.

[Angellium]

There was a knock at the large manor and on the other side was a little boy. His hair was blonde and he wore a butler's outfit; simply cute and adorable. Standing at about 4 feet with wide bright orange eyes, they shimmered with excitement as they laid upon the man at their doorstep.

 

"The mule is here." he murmured to himself. "We didn't expect you so early. However the master will take you regardless of time." He smiled, turning on his heel and waving Aral to follow behind him as if he were some sort of stray dog looking for shelter.

 

They walked- slow and seemingly forever until, finally they made it to Azriel's chambers all the way on the other side of the estate. His chambers weren't the same as the room Aral had awoken in just a day ago. No, this room was much bigger almost as if it was intended for large groups of people.

 

 

 

 

Azriel's quarters were stark in contrast to the rest of the manor. While the rest of the estate was sleek and modern, his room resembled much of the ancient times written in text books. While it was empty, save for the singular throne elevated upon a white marbled platform, the design of the room itself emanated the feel of a place of old he wasn't ready to leave behind.

 

The young boy led Aral down toward the centre of the room where two pathways were revealed between large pillars. On the left was a large balcony and on the right a large archway leading to the bedroom. As they drew nearer to the blonde atop his throne dead turquoise eyes would appear to be staring back at them. But, as they stood just before the steps leading up to the other's throne it would become eerily apparent that either the immortal was dead or in a trance. The boy shuttered before his lord as he looked up at Aral. "While Master's aura is frightening... I find it even more terrifying that he can conceal it even in this state..." he spoke softly before he started to descend the staircase. He held up a commanding hand to signal Aral to stay where he was.

 

The Prince was still like the statues seemingly missing from his decor. His long golden hair was pulled up into a high pony tail, trimmed bangs falling along his perfectly sculpted features as he sat in a trance.

 

The young boy whispered a few words in their ancient tongue and then Azriel seemed to light up. He looked around for a second and only for that second before they rested upon a familiar face. Managing a smile Azriel stood tall.

 

"I wasn't expecting you here so early... You've caught me at a rather awkward time." he commented, referring to his

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."I guess I should have stated.. But I thought you people that dwelled in the world still did things at reasonable hours." His tone coated with exhaustion, the sound of it filling the room like the warm breeze rustling up his flowing garments.

 

"Nonetheless, I commend you for your punctuality.."

 

Az breathed as he returned to sitting upon his throne. With one leg lacing gracefully upon the other he waved the young boy off.

 

"Did that sound...less like--" he paused as an expression of thought touched his features. "a dick?" the boy grinned as he descended the staircase. It was odd hearing that kind of talk from the Prince's mouth. And rather amusing that he used the word "that" instead of "I" as if a penis could talk. Laughing at his Lord's attempt at speaking less formal wasn't an option though. He had quite a few steps to go and he didn't want to spend the rest of his morning suspended from Azriel's balcony. The boy was deathly afraid of heights and the Prince had a thing for exploiting the fears of others.

 

"In any case, you may ascend."

[Kotorichan]

There it was again, 'mule,' it was said like he could hear or didn't understand it. Aral didn't comment on it, just glared at the boy. He silently followed behind, taking in the layout of the place as best he could. Who knew when he might need to make an escape.

 

The huge, beautiful room took Aral by surprise. It looked so different from the rest of the building. Of course he didn't show that surprise on his face, nor did he show any signs of being impressed. His work had taken him to equally beautiful buildings, this really wasn't anything new.

 

He remained silent at the boy's comment about his master's aura. It was one of those things that pissed Aral off to hear about. He didn't have much of a threatening aura, at least not naturally. He had learned to give off a feeling that he was more powerful than he really was, just to intimidate enemies. Really he wasn't terribly strong in basic combat. He was far above average, but compared to some of the others in his business he was a weakling. His strength came from strategy and surprise, not pure power. Being around people with a strong aura made him constantly ready to fight back, always planning for an escape or a way to fight back.

 

Azriel's outfit only made Aral more uncomfortable. All that bare skin... It made him worry that he might be expected to have sex with the man today. Aral wanted to put that off for as long as possible.

 

He raised an eyebrow at the man's words, ignoring the boy who started to walk away. "You were doing better, until the end." He pushed his hands into his pockets and glared at his 'master.' "If you're telling me to come up there then just say it like an order, I think we both know I'm not looking forward to it."

 

Despite his words Aral began to climb the stairs, keeping his pace slow. "As for how early I am, you told me not to make you search for me but you never said when you'd start looking. Besides, I'm a dimension hopper, time is pretty much meaningless to me." He stopped a few feet away from Azriel, trying to postpone the inevitable.

[Angellium]

"Yes, I did say that." he responded in reference to Aral's last statement. He would have liked a bit of cat and mouse though. Seeing as how the other was so defiant the day before he hadn't really expected him to show up just because, he'd said so. In any case, with all the crap he had to learn over the night he was glad Aral had showed up early- despite his fleeting wants for a playful chase.

 

"You want to be ordered around now, though?" Azriel laughed. "Why don't you make up your mind." the immortal breathed an irritated sigh. "Do you want to be spoken to like a common whore or would you like to keep your dignity?" shrugging heavily he watched as the other stopped a few feet away from him. He perked a brow as he shoved his chin into the palm of his left hand.

 

"I'd say I won't bite but, we both know that would be an outright lie." rolling his eyes Az leaned forward. "I learned of your dimensional abilities." he breathed with a slow breath as the darkness of Aral's shadow sprouted hands. "Despite you knowing what I want from you...and hating to be talked down to like a common mutt you appear to still want me to work for my meal." Az spoke, throwing a spotlight onto the fact the other was too far for him to even touch. Open palmed ephemeral hands pushed the other forward. A hard clapping sound echoing loudly as they made contact with Aral's back.

 

"Get over here...After the hell I've witnessed over the last twelve hours I'm ready to drown myself in your blood."

 

"Of course, if you're up for friendly game of hide-and-seek I'll give you a ten second countdown to start running." he joked rather dryly. The mule was a welcomed distraction from his life at the moment. The world had deteriorated badly since he'd last been awake. The foul stench of corruption had spanned across the now wretched lands far and wide and had even managed to seep into their ranks. Hence, his early awakening and Aral's forced service.

 

It was sickening to think that his own kind would have succumb to the lowly obsessions of the humans... Being an immortal seemed to have a different definition than what it held in the olden days. He wasn't very fond of that fact to say the least. Even so, Azriel didn't want to deal with it all. This was an issue his Father should have been able to contain but, the blonde had a strong feeling that he too was following in the footsteps of the others. It was sad really... Sad that without the help of his Mother, Azriel's Father would so easily fold against the weight of the world they lived in. But, he had to give the oldman his due... Waking him was his best course of action no matter how taboo and, he supposed that was the only reason the council hadn't punished him--yet.

[Kotorichan]

"Obviously I want to keep my dignity, I just don't like you acting all coy it's-" Aral stopped as he felt something moving behind him, before he could turn around he felt the hands against his back and stumbled forward. He shot a glare at the man. "Asshole."

 

He stepped up to Azriel and glanced around. "So what, is there somewhere I should sit so you can rip into my neck or do you just want to go for my wrist?" He was really hoping he wouldn't be expected to sit on the man's lap and let himself be felt up while being drained. It was already bad enough that he was being treated this way, he didn't need any further humiliation. But this was his job now, there was a contract in blood.

 

This place made Aral wonder what exactly he had gotten himself into. It was clearly something bigger than the things Aral usually got involved in. He was curious, but at the same time he didn't actually want to know. Knowing seemed to be dangerous when it came to things this big. He just wanted to get through life as safely as possible.

[Angellium]

Azriel smiled as the other called him an asshole. So far it was becoming very predictable to hear the other sling insults his way. That was alright he supposed, his words didn't matter in the end. He had definitely been called worse. His grin only widened though, when the other questioned whether he wanted to rip into his neck or drink from his wrist. That was a good question. Az wasn't really sure which he preferred at the moment. He was feeling rather anxious... No that wasn't the right word. Apprehensive.. No not that either. Struggling with the thought of not being able to describe his own state of mind he moved to stand; the soft jingle of gold on his headdress seemingly echoing loudly throughout the large room as he moved to take a step closer to the other.

 

"You know, right now I don't think I want your neck or your wrist."

 

He breathed as he grabbed Aral by his shoulders to position him with his back against the throne chair.

 

"Never before have I let a mule sit in my chair." He laughed.

 

"The times have changed. And to be honest I don't know whether I should react as I would have in the past or if I should attempt to adapt." Shrugging his shoulders hard he managed an almost silent chuckle. "That has nothing to do with you." Pressing down on the other's shoulders, he prompted him to sit upon his throne. It wasn't a really comfortable chair. Made of the marble that the floor sported. It was cold. Just barely holding onto what warmth Azriel's body managed to create. Not that it did much in that aspect. His pale skin gave way to the fact that there wasn't much blood running through his body..and even if their was it certainly wasn't enough to keep him sustained-hence his need for Aral and lengths his people had gone through to obtain him.

 

When the other was seated he took a knee and then the other. The grace of hands grabbed onto the male's right inner thigh to squeeze softly. He could feel his pulse and smiled at that fact."Here will do just fine." without waiting and without a single word of warning the blonde took the sharp of a single nail and dragged it along the fabric of the other's pants. He then pulled it apart making the slit gape so that it didn't get in the way of his mouth as he leaned into the warmth of Aral's dark skin.

 

The sharp of his fangs hovered over his skin momentarily before he finally took a bite. He savored the feel of Aral's essence gushing into his mouth to coat the dryness of his throat. To be honest the Prince had been dreaming about getting his hands on the other since the night before. The position was very erotic. To any on looker,and he was sure there was, it would appear that Az was doing something far dirtier than he was. He liked the perverseness of it all. He enjoyed such a stark contrast against the sanctity of his throne room.

 

Yea, the entire situation wouldn't have went down like so in the olden days. But, to match the corruption and perversions of the world's present state a little step in the wrong direction wouldn't be so harmful if he kept it behind his doors.

 

He drank for a moment..a moment of sheer bliss that resonated deeply with the eternal rest he wanted so badly to resume. Both his hands were firmly planted onto Aral's thighs. They had somewhat smoothed up to his groin without touching his genitals as they made their way to his waist. It was only when he finished drinking did he pull away to stand tall. He didn't drink the full amount of blood he was owed...just half for the time being.

 

Licking his lips clean he made sure there wasn't a trace of the other inside his mouth with a solid swallow.

 

Half a step forward he leaned close. Clasping his hands onto Aral's broad shoulders he took a seat in the male's lap with his legs cascading over the arms of the throne. "Before long it'll be time for you to learn about your new role in my life." the blonde spoke as he buried his face into the side of his neck. "While things are still simplistic for the time being, join me for breakfast." As if on queue two servants entered the room carrying two trays each. They were dressed in hooded long flowing robes of white heading straight towards the balcony. Moving to slide off Aral's lap he stretched feeling all too energized.

 

Assuming the other was following behind he led him to the balcony. Az took a seat in one of the chairs, one leg cascading over the other as he watched his servants set the table. It was an assorted variety of fruits of all kind, some red wine, empty glasses meant for wine or water, and some bread with butter. The food was simple like things once were.

[Kotorichan]

Aral reluctantly sat down in the throne. The man's words put him on edge. If not his neck or wrist then where? And why did he have to sit down like this? Thoughts like this prevented him from relaxing in the slightest. His gaze was fixed to Azriel, watching his every movement. "I'm not a fucking mule." He hissed.

 

His entire body became noticeably tense as soon as Azriel began to lower to his knees. This wasn't a good sign, there was nothing good that could come from this. His hands clenched into fists as his legs were pushed apart. He wanted out of this, he did not want to be touched by this man, not now or ever.

 

When his pants were cut he almost tried to pull away. But he knew it would just make things worse. He almost let out a sigh of relief when he felt the man's teeth pierce his skin. It wasn't anything sexual, at least not yet. He still couldn't relax. He shuddered in disgust as the man's hands ran up his body. Why wouldn't he just get it over with?

 

"Did you have to rip my pants?" He grumbled as the other stood up.

 

Once again Aral's body grew tense as Azriel's weight lowered onto his lap. "Can't you get someone else to do that shit with you?"

 

Finally he managed to relax a bit when the man walked away. Aral waited a few moments before standing up and following after him. He silently sat in the farthest chair from Azriel and eyed the food suspiciously. There was no way to tell if it had been spiked with something, and Aral would rather eat nothing than eat something drugged. "You have all these servants and shit, can't you hire a whore? I get that you have some weird contract which is why you want me blood, but why do you want me to do all this other shit?"