Demon's play 18+ (WolfDog12)

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Name: Sabbath Windshadow of Light and Illusion

Age: Twenty-seven

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Height: Slightly above average

Weight: Mesomorph

 

Likes: The things he enjoys most are magic, training slaves, training himself, loyalty, slaves, trust, alone time, quiet, reading ancient texts, history, watching people in pain, orders being followed, breaking in slaves, humiliating his slaves. He's had a lot of public and private humiliation in his life and he despises it, although he knows these are powerful tools that can be used on others as well.

 

Dislikes: Disobedience, unneeded violence, dull masters who think beating their slave will ensure loyalty, his enemies, magic controlled by councils or kings and being humiliated or shamed.

 

Personality: Sabbath is evil on a small scale. He is incredibly cruel to people and is as bad as the men who trained and ruled over him. However, he is not out to rule the world or see it destroyed. He believes people should have the freedom to practice magic without it being ruled over. For that reason it is his sole desire to take down the magical establishment.

 

Sexual Preference: Homoflexible

 

Power: The ability to control light means that one can create and destroy light itself. This means that he can create the light of an object, such as a chair, without there actually being a chair there. The light is real and can be picked up by vision but it is not corporal. There is no chair to smell or feel. He can also erase all light from an area or make a ball of light so bright it is blinding. One's ability to control their power is limited by their imagination. If they cannot picture a fireball, they cannot create it. Focusing on a few spells and practicing them is both a strength and a weakness. They can build the power enhance that spell and create it automatically but in doing so they also limit there ability to branch out to other spells. No, Sabbath cannot create fireballs. He has not branched out to creating or sensing heat as those abilities have been blocked.

 

Illusion is the ability to trick one's senses: light, pressure, chemicals, temperature, pain and etc. They may feel real but they are not. The mind will react to the cold and will shiver but there is no physical damage, such as frostbite. The pain ends when the spell does. There is only the memory and the body's reaction to it. That said, it's never fun to be in excruciating pain or to feel like your entire body is frozen.

He has power over light and illusion, hence his title. When a mage's first learns to control one power or another, it is added to their title. As they learn a second or third, these two are added on chronological order. His first power, light, is the ability to sense and control all wavelengths of light. This means he could, hypothetically, sense heat, ultraviolet and other wavelengths of light. However, the destruction to his mind and memory mean he cannot sense more than the normal human wavelengths. If, by chance, the shatters of his mind were able to be healed, he would discover the full extent of his powers.

 

As the second most powerful mage in all the land, his illusions and control of light almost always stick. It takes someone of equal power or stronger to see through them, and even then it takes a great deal of focus to see through them. Mages are humans with magic, so other creatures may have stronger abilities than he. As a general statement, mages aren't as strong as elves (for example). That does not mean all elves will be able to see through his illusions. It means that the elf population has a higher frequency and strength than the human population. An elf individual may be weaker than a human individual and vice versa.

 

Abilities: Horse riding (and motorbike if it's modern), swordsmanship, dagger work, survival skills, endurance, reading the ancient languages of magic, breaking or training slaves, determination and drive. Beside his magical abilities, his endurance and strong will are his greatest assets.

 

Weaknesses: Like everyone, Sabbath has his weaknesses. Normally I don't put this in here but I'm taking a leap of faith to show he's not all powerful. He is human. As such, he can be hit, he can bleed and he can only move so fast. His body is only so good at taking care of cold, heat, healing, hunger, disease and anything else a human may become ill from, though he excels at hiding this. He is mortal and ages the same rate as any other human. Behind all the illusions his body is in great disrepair and his mind shattered. He is rarely ever healed and healthy. This does not mean that he is insane or disabled, far from it. Every step he takes is through willpower alone. It takes a lot of bandaging and taking care of injuries past and present to keep himself going.

 

Biography: It all started with the Second Mage War, when several houses stood against the magical establishment. Each house had their reasons: power, freedom, rights, politics, revenge or hate. Each house had a type of magic they specialised in and many believed they could teach their children far better and far more accurate to each child's needs than the university could. The House of Windshadow believed all houses should have the right to train their own children. Magical knowledge should be saved and passed down through the generations, from knowledge built up by those who specialises in the same breed of magic as their descendants. It was, after all, passed down through the family like any other trait. Hard-earned knowledge should not be lost within the masses and eventually forgotten. The magical university was very general and couldn't always account for everyone's needs. If a house failed to teach their children properly, it was their own fault. If a child believed their own family could not accommodate them, they could seek out other teachers, other houses for tuition. This was the way it was before the establishment came together and this is how it should be. It should not be ruled or controlled by one entity After all, magic was a part of the natural order of things. Who would dare to claim they had dominion over the forests, over the fauna or over life itself? No, the Grand Mage needed to be taken down - and his sycophants with him.

 

Alas for Sabbath's family and house, the Grand Mage and the establishment won the war. Those who'd defected from the establishment were taken down and a truce was called. Good triumphed and evil lost, as was the consensus of the winning side. Alas, the victorious dictate history. The houses who'd stood against them were wiped from their former glory through battle and stripped of their titles. For the House of Windshadow, who refused to accept the conditions of the truce, this meant their house and lands were cut down with fire. They did not have the strength of numbers to hold up against the establishment and their allies, such as the House of Stormhold, only had so many to spare. They were no longer considered a real house, their men were killed off and their women married into other houses. Those children who were left without mothers were picked up by allied houses. Some were taken into service and some were adopted. Sabbath was adopted.

 

He was adopted by the Lord of the House of Stormhold, who had one son - Strogon. Strogon was a beta and as such could never compete with Sabbath. They two became rivals and rivalry became hatred. Strogon loathed that Sabbath was a beta who constantly bested him in every way. Once the old Lord died, Strogon started to make Sabbath's life a living hell. Sabbath serves the House of Stormhold, not Strogon of Mind and Memory himself.

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Name: Crow (Named himself after the bird since he doesn't remember the name his parents gave him)

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Race: Half demon/Therion (A demon that devours darkness/ demons, evil spirits, and black magic)

Height: Below average from lack of proper nutrients to grow like a human

Weight: Light since he's so thin

Sexual preference: Hasn't had enough human contact to know anything in that regard.

Secondary gender: Ω

 

Likes: Listening to the people talk and walk around upstairs above his cell. It's the only reason he can speak the language since he'd been locked up for 18 years and can't remember his life before being locked away. Also likes the taste of certain spirits and demons over others, as well as the sound of music.

 

Dislikes: Foul tasting demons or spirits, not being able to put an image to the sounds he hears above, Not being able to get out of his cell, being what was referred to as an "Omega", and not knowing what 'Outside' is like.

 

Personality: Crow is a bit animalistic as he will attack and devour anything he deems to be a meal. He also has no idea what it means to be 'human'. He will function solely on instinct, able to only communicate with the things he heard others say above him. Due to all this, Crow is surprisingly mild tempered, preferring to sit back and observe everything and learn as much as he can.

 

Abilities: While most of his abilities have yet to be explored do to his inexperience, magic has little effect on him. In fact, dark magic has none at all and simply provides Crow with his next meal. Obviously he can be set on fire and it hurts but fire magic is one of the many he can just devour. Light magic is the only one that that affects him fully. He cannot devour light magic and it hurts more than any other, nullifying his demonic powers and forcing him to not only hurt like a normal human would, but it hurts even more than it should.

 

Crow also has the ability to see in pitch black since that was how he was raised. The basement he was locked away in had no source of light and was just deep enough underground to not even provide the smallest of windows. His eyes will have to learn to adjust but will never lose the ability to see in the dark. His left eye is actually more sensitive to fluctuating light than his right but only by a bit.

 

Other abilities will be brought up and discovered later probably.

 

Weaknesses: I more or less mentioned them above but I'll say again that his eyes are sensitive to light, as well as the fact that light magic has a greater affect on him than any other. He also requires a steady amount of darkness to feast off of. While he can eat human food, it will only prolong his starvation and can never satisfy him so he must eat an evil spirit or two at least every 3 days or he will lose go into a demonic state to search for food.

 

Other weaknesses include things like his heat that has yet to come, being an omega in general, his lack of communication skills or experience with the world and other people, and his lack of hate for things like being locked up for 18 years, or for those that put him there, or even for what he became in order to live despite it probably being easier to have let himself die. He's also always unguarded for he has no idea what the world is like.

 

Biography: Crow was the first born son of a very wealthy noble family of all Alphas. When he was born, the family was extremely excited and overjoyed to have him. He was the ray of sunlight on that dark, snowy night; a perfect new years gift. His younger brother was born later that same year and the two were raised almost as closely as twins, constantly being together and fawned over by their adoring parents. The problems were that Crow's younger brother was weak and fell ill many times. It left their mother who took the time to care for them herself, worried. She cried at hearing that her child didn't have long to live and all their friends mourned and prayed for his survival.

 

A month after Crow's 3rd birthday, the doctor had come to check in on the boys only to discover that Crow was in fact an Omega unlike his younger brother who was born an alpha. The news scared his mother and both his parents hated him the instant they got the news. How could a proud family of alphas give birth to such an abomination as an Omega?! Naturally, anyone would sell him off as a slave but it would have been too easy for someone in the kingdom to discover their secret so, his parents decided to toss him in the pitch black dungeon that was their basement and left him to rot away down there.

 

It wasn't long after that Crow's younger brother was said to have died from his illness while taking on his older brother's identity. At such a young age, the brothers could never have remembered their true names given to them upon their arrival into the world. Crow's younger brother not only fought off his illness and survived, but was raised as the heir with no knowledge of his elder brother. Crow on the other hand suffered and starved nearly to death. If not for the darkness in his greedy family's hearts, dark spirits wouldn't have been so attracted to the mansion. Due to a spell set by a mage many years ago, all dark beings that sought to devour his family's souls were sealed in the basement and it was from this that Crow survived.

 

Just before he died of starvation and thirst, Crow whispered to no one, "I want to live," and those words seemed to have taken form. The boy's body changed and he turned into a demon, feasting on other demons and spirits in order to survive. The demons and spirits couldn't escape the barrier and were in fact weakened enough to make easy prey for the new born half breed. Crow soon became the strongest demon in there despite his weak and frail looking body. He was stronger than he looked for sure and because he was only half demon, he could escape the barrier once he grew strong enough. In the mean time he spent his time laying around, excited when he heard footsteps above or could hear music or people talking. For 18 years Crow grew stronger until he was finally strong enough to escape one night.

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The sun shone weakly through the heavy snow clouds. There was a chill to the late-autumn air and a gentle breeze carried little flurries of snowflakes through the sky. The snowflakes drifted slowly towards the ground, caught by every air movement and even danced around people's shoes as they walked. There was already a thick layer of white on the ground and carriages made tracks along the streets. Here and there poor people were shovelling snow for coin or clearing the streets. Children were building forts and igloos to fire snowballs from. It was a cold day but not a dark one. It would get darker though. The snow was early this year, forewarning a colder than usual winter. In the outskirts and rural regions beyond the town, even the harvest had not finished.

 

Winter was a dangerous time for the citizens of Attrascus, especially the town of Luin, which lay along the edge of the Attrascun Forest below Stormhold Castle. Demons and beasts alike starved during this time and became more bold, even daring to wander the streets of the city all the way to the walls of Stormhold. The storms, after which the castle was named, were all the more deadly. The city itself became cut off from the rest of the world for two months a year and the castle became a haven for those caught up in the mess. Presiding over it all was Strogon Stormhold, along with his head mage, Sabbath Windshadow of Light and Illusion; the general of the army, Karthis Swensen; and his right hand man, the Black Knight whose real name goes unknown.

 

Strogon Stormcloud of Mind and Memory is only about the tenth strongest mage in the empire. Sabbath is actually capable of blocking Strogon and they both know it. Alas, Sabbath is in no position to do so. If he ever even got caught training himself to do so he’d be crushed. Strogon has learned much about his own abilities from the Black Knight and from Windshadow. He knows about doubt and illusion from studying their minds.

 

The Black Knight deals in shadow, darkness and doubt. It is one thing to make a person feel fear when they think of you and completely another to make them doubt they could ever defeat or challenge you. It is so much more rewarding too. Fear can be challenged and overcome; thoughts and logic are harder to argue out of existence. He also had control over darkness and even people’s shadows. He is not as powerful as Sabbath but Strogon favours him more. The Black Knight had a black heart that does not need any taming where Sabbath had his held tightly in Strogon’s gauntlet. The Black Knight is the fist that crushes where Windshadow is the hand that wipes. The Black Knight would see Strogon as the new ruler of magic where Windshadow only wishes to tear down the old magical monarchy.

 

All the power in the land is not only held by the kings and queens. Magic has its own hierarchy and is beyond the rule of kings and queens. At the head of its establishment is the Grand Mage. The Grand Mage is the third most powerful mage in the empire, Keeper being the first and Sabbath being the second. He aspires to perfection in the eyes of the community while battling with secret urges of which he occasionally dabbles (not necessarily gay sex). He considers himself the father figure of the mage world rather than an overlord but he does tend to get a bit dogmatic when it comes down to it. One doesn't get to the top by acting meek. Grand Mage likes treats and exotic foods more than he wants to admit. It is possible to get to him via his stomach on occasion. He has to be very careful to keep it in check.

 

The Keeper of Knowledge (Dane of Knowledge) has an exceptionally large mind. He is capable of understanding all written knowledge by turning its essence into arcane energy and absorbing it into his Well of Power. He then translates it into his mind. It doesn’t matter what language it’s written in. It can be written, a work of art, musical manuscript or even a new spell. He can absorb anything in hard copy. Once he has that knowledge in his mind he is able to copy it back to written form. As well as this he is also very good at decryption. One would think someone with so much knowledge in their head would be very serious and bookish. It’s quite the opposite. Dane, as his friends call him, can only be described as chirpy. All the knowledge he amassed brought him to the conclusion that the meaning of life is to enjoy it while it lasts.

 

 

The task of protecting people from demons and the winter beasts of Attrascus fell primarily on Sabbath Windshadow's shoulders, with the help of General Swensen. With winter setting in early, so to did Sabbath's task of hunting demons come early too. Sabbath enjoyed the task though, for it gave him the chance to slip out from Strogon's thumb. He could spend weeks at a time with a group of men under his lead without ever reporting back to his lord. It was the closest to peace he ever got and he always dreaded his return. Strogon was always waiting for him, ready to discipline him in the most extreme ways. Today was one such occasion. Even though Sabbath had managed to secure the perimeter of the village, he met no welcome when he returned from his mission.

 

Strogon had forced his way into his mind and replayed the entire fortnight for any sign of dissent. He had then taken Sabbath down into the dungeons to the torture chamber, just to weaken the man's will again until Sabbath's entire mind was soft and bruised. Sabbath's eyes were bloodshot red and his nose and ears bled. His body was badly damaged and his arms, legs and back were covered in fresh bandages. It took extreme willpower to walk through the castle with his head held high.

 

In fact, his head was drooped and he was limping heavily but the illusion he cast over himself was as perfect as ever. Anyone looking at him would see the constant illusion he wrapped around himself rather than him. When he stumbled and fell flat on his chest, all people would see was him stopping to look ahead. When he sank to his knees while saddling his horse, they would see him stopping to inspect the beast. It was probably foolish to go for a ride after the night's interrogation but Sabbath needed to relieve his mind after the ordeal. So long as he could get on his horse, there was nothing stopping him.

 

The ride into town was uneventful and relaxing. Sabbath, for the most part, managed to post upon the horse and keep himself upright. People parted as he rode through and he could sense them avoiding eye contact from the alpha. He was not known as a gentle man. In fact, it was rumoured that he was as bad as the man he served. The two men suited eachother, said the townsfolk, along with the Black Knight. There were even rumours Sabbath had a secret harem of slaves he used to relieve his stress upon. He apparently had such a thirst for men and women alike that he would take and kill one once a week. The people feared the mage just as much as they feared the demons he protected them from.

[WolfDog12]

It was late, nearing midnight when a strange figure, draped in a cloak was first spotted wandering the streets. He had come from a noble's mansion, though none would think so. The male wasn't wearing any shoes, nor did it seem he was wearing pants, though they may have been shorts hidden beneath the cloak. The snow had paused for only a couple hours during the figure's stay outside but he was still amazed by the white stuff beneath his feet. It had little give to it and while could crunch under his feet in one moment, stepping where it hadn't been pat down would leave his foot slipping through the top layer, till his foot disappeared within it. The sensation was so new and when his foot would disappear, he'd take a second to lift it just to make sure it was still there.

 

Despite it being so dark out with everyone heading off to bed, there was still far more light out here than usual so the figure would pause every now and then to rub his weary eyes. Anyone that was still around paid him no attention as his head remained down too focused on the strange white stuff that covered the ground. It wasn't until something floating to the ground, catching his attention, that the male finally looked up. It had begun to snow again. White specks floated towards the ground coming from the sky above. What was happening?! The male placed his hands out, palms up and let the strange things fall into his hand, melting the moment of contact. As the flakes disappeared, the male seemed quite in awe about that as well.

 

His long, unkempt hair, that was broken all the way down, shifted over his shoulder slightly. and the male just stood there in the middle of the street focused on the white stuff falling from the sky. Was this the same as what covered the ground? Did the ground melt as he stepped on it?! Was he killing something?! The male looked down at his feet, a couple snow flakes landing on top his bare feet and actually sticking for his feet seemed to be cold enough that it didn't melt instantly. It would seem the white things needed to be close to their friends in order to survive.... The figure lowered his hands slightly wondering if it was alright to move or if he should just stand nice a still.

 

Just then he heard a sound he wasn't use to and glanced to the side. What manner of creature was that?! It walked on four legs and someone seemed to be on top of it?! The figure turned around completely to stare at the thing before him, his eyes practically glowing in the dark, his left brighter than the right. Clearly this skinny creature was a demon but looked surprisingly human. It looked weak and small as if not having been taken care of... Though, it wasn't like he had been. The figure stared at the one on top the strange beast and determined it to have the most similar form to himself. It was... was... Human? Was that the word used? They were human?

 

The figure perked up a little and began to approach the man before him. He had no fear but also showed no sign of malice. Though, the figure did pause to rub its center. It had been hours since its last meal... It seemed there was no quick meal around either... What to do?! The male looked around as if lost wondering what to do about food. Not knowing what fear was, it seemed to ignore any form of threat.

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It was perhaps an hour before the sun was due to set that Sabbath had first ridden out from Stormhold. He'd spent most of the day in the infirmary having his body stitched back together and cauterised. The old matron and the doctor who worked there were perhaps the only ones who ever saw Sabbath's scarred body for what it was. They always took him to a private room before he lowered his illusions to reveal to them his ailments, of which there were many. Today was no exception. His wrists were slit deep enough that he could barely grasp the reigns of his horse, there were drill holes along either side of his spine and his chest was thoroughly whipped. There were deep flesh wounds in his arms and legs, his neck was purple with bruising where he'd been hung from the rafters and his feet were completely burnt. Not to mention the sorry state his back was in.

 

The second half of the day had been spent in bed, exhausted and in need of a deep, healing sleep. He could have slept half the day and all the next night if allowed. Alas, he'd been dragged out of bed too early by his lord's summons and told not to spend the day lazing around like some lubber. If he had time to sleep during the day, he had time for work. Sabbath had taken the hint and gone for a ride instead. He was still out and about when the sun crossed the horizon and in no need to hurry back. It would mean he would miss the evening meal but he would go down to the kitchens later that night.

 

So when the strange young man in the hooded cloak approached his horse, Sabbath was in the mood to take the time to respond rather than rearing his horse and knocking the man down. He pulled her to a halt and stroked her mane as he looked down at the creature. He seemed to be a beggar of some sort, based upon his clothing and narrow frame. He looked like he could do with a few good meals. Yet why was he wandering around after dark just before winter set in? Was he a stranger to these lands and knew not of the beasts and demons that haunted the city at night?

 

'You there, what are you doing out after dark?' he demanded.

 

Sabbath leaned forward on his horse to try to get a better look at the man's face. His eyes narrowed as he saw the demonic left eye glowing in the dark. Sabbath flung himself off the horse and took his sword from its scabbard. He didn't strike, not yet, but he held it out in front of him with the point at the man's chest. He could barely grip the thing in his hand but his illusion remained as strong as ever. So soon after a torture session with Strogon he doubted he could wield the sword in a fight so he would have to use magic. Perhaps he would create the impression of overwhelming agony to every part of the man's body, causing him to collapse to his knees.

 

'What kind of demon are you, half breed? You appear in human form but I doubt that is what you are,' he stated.

[WolfDog12]

The strange man's demeanor seemed to change when the figure turned to look at him fully. He seemed tense about something... but what? As the blade was pulled out and pointed at him, the figure showed no fear at all and instead just stood there completely relaxed looking down at the blade pointed at him. He tilted his head a little and began to inspect the strange object. His mouth twitched in what could only be a grin as he reached up and touched the side of the blade before moving his finger towards the edge. There was a strange sensation and the boy pulled his hand back to look at his finger that was now bubbling with a strange red liquid that seemed fixed in place until it grew big enough to slip down and drip into the pure white ground coloring it red. He stared down at the red speck wondering what just happened.

 

The male seemed to ignore the one with the sword for a moment before he looked up again. Something was wrong... the man looked as though there were two of him? The hungry figure rubbed his eyes and looked again... No, he wasn't hunched over... he was standing strong... Then what was that he saw? The man smelled weaker than he appeared. How odd. The demon rubbed his left eye again. Were his eyes seeing two different things? That shouldn't be possible... Maybe there really was far too much light out here. The demon took a couple side steps trying to understand what was happening.

 

After a second, he looked at the blade again seeing his reflection for the first time ever. The boy looked completely surprised and placed one hand over the tattoos on his left side. He then looked at the man... No tattoos... and his eyes were the same... Why did he have different eyes when this man had two of the same? Were they in some way different? But how? The boy tried to think while looking at his refection more and more in the sword. He couldn't see every detail since it was darker and the sword wasn't reflecting too much light but he could see enough.

 

As the man, no longer on the beast, spoke, the demon seemed almost pleased. The sound was also a lot cleaner and crisp. So this was what a person sounded like when not listening to them through the ceiling above? "Excuse me?" The demon said in a voice clearly not use to being used. This was something someone would say just before the person before repeated what they said. It wasn't like the demon hadn't heard him, he just wanted to hear his voice again and figured that was the proper way to ask. The demon still seemed somewhat happy with this encounter, having forgotten about his bloody finger as well as the snow and his hunger. The demon just wanted to enjoy this encounter with a creature he'd not had contact with in many years.

 

It was then that a single word came into the demon's head... One of the few things he remembered since he was locked up... "You are an omega," He repeated what the doctors and his parents had said. He knew it wasn't a good thing for his parents but this man might be happy to hear it... Right? The demon stood there proudly with how well this conversation was going even though he couldn't exactly understand everything that was going on.

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'Are you dense, man?' the mage demanded. He knocked the man's hand aside after the man's finger bled. Had he never seen his own blood before? Did he not feel pain? It was doubtful he would get any answers out of the strange creature. He didn't seem capable of talking, or perhaps simply did not want to. Sabbath sighed and relaxed his guard but kept his sword up. He watched as the man stared at his own reflection as if he'd never seen it before. That only led to more questions in Sabbath's mind.

 

'They're demon markings,' Sabbath explained as the man touched his own face and tattoos. 'They show you're a demon who was once human. Something must have happened to you and dark magic transformed you into a demon. Do you know what that is?'

 

'Excuse you what? Did you not hear me? I asked what type of demon you were,' he stated in a stern tone. 'Do you know what type of demon you are? What are your powers?'

 

Sabbath stared at the creature after what he'd said next. Anyone looking at Sabbath could tell he was too tall, to strong and too proud to be an omega. Why had the demon even asked about secondary genders? What did it matter? Sabbath lowered his sword but kept it in hand. The man did not seem to be dangerous, though demons were tricky and unpredictable creatures. They could take demon form and go on demonic rampages at any time, without the slightest influence.

 

'I am not an omega; I am an alpha. Are you an omega? I have not seen a demonic omega before. Normally it is the alphas who turn into raging demons,' he said, musing aloud.

 

It was time to get out of there before other demons started to stir. A known demon hunter and a defective would be sitting ducks out in the open as they were. Unfortunately, that meant Sabbath would once again have to throw himself up onto the horse. Hopefully this time he would not fall to his knees again.

 

'I'm going to take you with me. Know that I mean you no harm,' Sabbath warned as he came over. He grabbed the man by the cloak and dragged him forward. As he pulled, he noticed the man was not wearing anything underneath his coat. He must be freezing in the snowy weather! However, he did not seem troubled by it, or anything else for that matter. Sabbath tugged the cloak closer about the man's shoulders and pulled him up to the horse. It would be difficult to get them up there without pulling any of the stitches though. He would still try out of stubborn determination though. He pushed the man up against the horse and hefted him from the legs up. He groaned and his legs slipped in the snow but he managed to get the young demon up. Afterwards, however, he had to stand there gripping his side with his hand until the pain subsided.

 

'All right. Stay there while I get up, then I'll get you in place,' he said through gritted teeth. he looked up at the horse's back and gripped onto the saddle. He hooked his foot in the stirrup and flung himself up. Alas, his leg buckled and he fell back into the snow. He stifled a cry and lay there, gritting his teeth through the immense pain. He was sure stitches had come undone and he would be bleeding again. Alas, there was nothing he could do about it and he still had to get out of the night. He really should not have been out at night and alone in a state like that.

 

Sabbath pushed himself back up and staggered over to the horse. He could feel something wet on his back, beneath the bandages and knew it was not snowmelt. He gripped hold of his horse again and flung himself over again. This time he managed it and sat up proudly in his saddle. He adjusted the demon so he was sitting up properly with his else either side of the saddle. The demon was practically sitting in his lap now and he wrapped an arm around him to keep him in place. He then started at walk rather than a trot, taking the demon a certain place Sabbath went to when he needed to be alone.

 

It was a small shack, really, on the outskirts of the town on the way to Stormhold. It was small but well protected with magic other than just the illusion and light magic Sabbath used. He had a lot of protective charms around it, some of which he would have to put away lest he damage the half-demon.

 

'What is your name, demon?' the mage demanded on an otherwise silent ride.

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"Demon markings..." He repeated quietly, still inspecting his face. So he was now a demon? interesting... "What type of demon?" He shook his head clearly unsure. "No powers..." he explained trying to search through his brain trying to figure out what the other meant by powers or what kind of demon he was... He didn't even know he was a demon until just now anyway. He seemed to not use pronouns as he wasn't sure if he was "I" or "You" in this situation. Instead, he just left the words simple as he stretched his voice for the first time. Of course, it was a bit exhausting trying to talk. He had no idea how humans would do this all the time.

 

It wasn't until Sabbath got confused at what the demon was saying that he realized he'd used the wrong pronoun. That helped, knowing which one to choose. "I am an omega." He stated flatly pretty positive about what he was. "You are an alpha... Alphas are strong... smart... Charismatic.... Born leaders?" These were all things that people had called someone in the mansion, the brother he forgot he had. "Omegas are weak... trouble... and only good for having babies?" He wasn't as sure about the last one. He'd never met a baby before so he wasn't sure what they were or how he could have one. "Do people really hate omegas? Is being weak and trouble a bad thing?" He asked.

 

The demon never got his answer as Sabbaths seemed to change the subject and spoke about taking him with him. Was he going to seal him inside a barrier as well?! The demon seemed nervous and tried to avoid being taken but he was grabbed by the cloak and pulled forward where the man seemed surprised after pulling it and situated it back over his shoulders. Was this cloak not suppose to move? Should it have been stiff? No... all the cloaks seemed to move like this... Maybe it was something else? Did he have another marking he wasn't aware of?

 

Just as the demon went to go check, he was pushed into the horse and lifted up onto it where he sat kind of awkwardly, waiting to understand what to do. The human attempted to get up but seemed to fall the first time as the half breed stared down at him confused by what happened. The second time, As he managed to get up, he smelled even more of blood and instinctively, the demon reached out and grabbed him by the back of the shirt and pulled him up onto the horse trying to find out where the smell of blood was coming from but the man situated the two and the demon didn't get the chance to find out.

 

The horse began to move and the demon gripped onto the front of the saddle feeling the swaying though the man was holding onto him. It was such a strange feeling. Though, he looked over at the man the best he could. "My name? The word I am called?" He took a long moment to think of it. "Crows... are black birds that are like demons... so demons are like crows? You can call I, Crow... If crows are like demons than demons must be like crows right? So shouldn't I be called crow? Crows eat weak or dead things... and I eat weak or dead demons." As he spoke, he seemed to get more use to it and it was getting easier to understand him but he also just revealed exactly what he was and while he didn't know the proper term for it, he was a demon that devoured other demons.

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'Yes, demon markings,' Sabbath said firmly. He would quickly get frustrated if their conversation continmued in the same manner. It was obvious the young man barely spoke and barely understood what Sabbath was saying. There was no point beating the issue into him if he didn't understand it. Sabbath looked around in the darkness with a sigh. Now was not the best time to stand around talking. He would get what information he could from the half-demon later.

 

'Ah. I see,' Sabbath replied calmly. Why should he care what the man's secondary sex was? What relevance was it?

 

'Yes, I am an alpha,' he said with a slight incline of his head. 'They are known for being those things. Why do you ask these questions?'

 

'Omegas are the inferior sex. They are practically useless and nobody wants to be burdened with one. Is that why you became a demon?' the redhead asked.

 

'I don't care what you call yourself. What do your parents or family call you? Do you have a family?' Sabbath asked, though his attention was more on the road ahead and scouting for any dark shapes moving about on the moonlit night. It would be hard to race on the horse with an injured man and a clueless demon both atop the beast. Sabbath had to remain wary. It was probably best not to speak any more than needed either.

 

'You eat other weak or dead demons, do you? What do you mean by that?' he asked. That certainly got his attention.

 

The house was little more than a shack by the donkey-drawn flour mill. It was hired from the mil's owner and kept empty most of the time. It was big enough for one man to sleep in and little else. It was well build of mud brick with a shingled roof. It was currently cold and dark from the outside with no signs of life. However, it sizzled with magical energy that twisted the appearance of the area around it. Nobody would be seen walking up to it, nobody would be seen moving around it and it would remain perfectly dark and silent no matter how much sound they made. In fact, it looked more like it was used for extra storage than habitation. There were even the illusions of broken or fallen shingles to complete the ill-used look. There were also other forms of magic too, besides illusion. Wards to keep people's curiosity away, wards to keep demons away and wards to keep people from attempting to break in. There were also cursed objects that would kill those who did manage to break in and special bottles that would suck in any demon that entered the little hut. Sabbath was the second most powerful mage in the land and had protections to match. Even though his magic was only in light and illusion, he had worked with other mages and purchased protections from them.

 

'All right, time to get down,' Sabbath instructed.

 

Sabbath gripped tight to the horse as he swung himself down. He knew his legs would buckle upon the landing and used his upper body strength to hold him up against the horse. He held there for a few seconds, clenching his teeth as the pain subsided, then let go of the horse. He held his hands out for Crow to take.

 

'Give me your hands and I will lift you down,' Sabbath said. He pulled Crow to him and hefted the young man down. For a moment they were standing in eachother's embrace before Sabbath stepped back and closed the cloak around the demon. The mage then led the horse over to a wooden structure at the front of the hut and tied it up. He stroked down it's neck affectionately a few times and patted its throat. The horse snorted and ahook its head, wanting food. Sabbath leaned in and whispered to his horse, promising to attend it soon.

 

'Stay and wait,' Sabbath instructed as he looked over to Crow. He then unlocked the door and pushed it open before going inside. He had to stopper the vials, jars and bottles that he used to trap demons in. He didn't like removing the protection from his abode but it was possible even a half-demon would become trapped if they came too close to the hut. When he'd lowered what wards he could, for Crow's sake, he came back out and clapped a hand on the demon's shoulder.

 

'You can come in now,' Sabbath instructed.

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Even now it was a bit difficult for the demon to wrap his head around why Omegas were so inferior. He never got a lesson on the secondary sex and could only guess it was just a label put on others. He didn't know what made someone an Alpha verse an Omega. "I remember being called an omega before I was sealed away but I don't remember exactly who or why they said it... Can't I be an alpha?" He asked completely unaware of just how the secondary sex worked. It would probably be a little easier to understand if he'd at least had his first heat but even now he seemed to avoid having it despite his late age.

 

"What is a family? Is it when You have someone to call "Mother" and "Father"? Because, I do not have anyone like that. I don't remember ever having a family, I was always in darkness alone. Can I not have a name to call myself unless I have a family? Should I search for one? I just need one to call father and one to call mother!" The demon then began to look around for anyone that fit the bill but there weren't any people out. Of course, that stopped the moment the other brought up the fact that he ate other demons and spirits.

 

"That's all I've ever eaten. There were lots of weak demons within the room I lived in and when I got hungry, eating them made me feel better. Though, I'm not sure how I started doing that... I don't think I was always like this.." He was able to talk much better now that he was getting the practice but his facial expressions all seemed to be mixed up. He would smile when frustrated or confused, contort his face in weird ways when he wasn't. It didn't help that the other seemed to keep a straight face... Was he suppose to do that as well? That didn't seem right to him but that's alright. He decided to keep a straight face as well.

 

Just as Crow made his choice of what expression to take on, they managed to get to the shack where the human got down first and reached up towards him where the demon nearly jumped right off the horse only to stop when he saw the hand and realized he was about to do something wrong. The demon took his hand and got down before his cloak was once again fixed by the alpha. "Why do you do that? Is there something the matter?" Crow lifted the cloak and opened it up to look at his body. He'd never seen it in this much lighting before but nothing looked out of place to him. He was extremely pale in comparison to the stranger but other than that his body still seemed alright. Of course, humility was something he'd never learned so he turned to the alpha with his cloak open. "Is this alright?" He asked. He was surprisingly well developed for someone as sheltered as him but it also showed his ribs and the fact that he was really skinny.

 

"Also, what is a hand?" He knew of the word just not what it pertained to. Even though he took the human's hand, Crow hadn't been taught the body. When he got down he began to follow the human into his house even after being told to stay since he thought that just meant to keep going. Words were one thing, actions were something completely foreign. As easy as it was getting to talk he didn't know what most things actually meant. He even had to be forced to stay put and only responded towards the hand movements. It certainly made things easier to understand. Though, after a while he went to go poke his head in to see but that was when the human quickly emerged and pat him on the shoulder to take him inside.

 

Crow walked in and looked around and could almost feel some of the charms still placed on the building. Crow froze in the doorway before he began to push back wanting to stay out of the building. He'd only just escaped and now someone was trying to seal him away again. Plus there was no food source here so he'd be in trouble if he walked in. Crow pushed back against the human clearly attempting to get back out and stay in the open. He'd been so cooperative up until now that his reaction was strange.