[ demon verse 001? ]: they made a statue of us and put it on a mountain top
Arthur, by the time he was seventeen, had been in Wales for a good portion of his life. It was a near daily habit for him to find the stone path that led to "demon statue" in the woods and sit at its feet, back leaning against the legs, reading, doing homework or sometimes just thinking out loud while the sounds of the forest continued around him
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For several centuries, the statue held a demon better known as Eames. He had been the scourge of the Eurasian continent for a very long time, a trickster and outright murderer when he wanted. For as Arthur knew, demons were a very real thing, back then and even now (part of the reason that he was being trained.)
Sylvia and Arthur's ancestors had caught and sealed him in this very stone, to his eternal frustration.
For centuries he raged, seeking a way to break their stone prison. For centuries beyond that he was silent, resigned, and he had observed the area around him evolve, from a barely-visited forest (only visited by the descendants of those who had sealed him, to make sure he was still there), to having the forest reduced and a large house put in - now resided by the guardians.
And then one day this young boy had arrived. He was told the legend, he knew, but he didn't believe it. He would come sit with him, and sometimes talk to him. It had happened occasionally, since he was too small to come out very far to where Eames was, and then more, after his father disappeared and his mother passed away.
And he knew of those events. Arthur had come to the statue, with a tear-stained face, and told him of them. And as Eames was forced to do, he listened. Only now, he found himself caring.
He dare said that when Arthur's mother had died, that had been when Eames found himself wanting to escape again - not to punish those that had trapped him, but to comfort the young boy.
And so for years he had watched the boy grow up, a silent companion to all his stories, his trials and tribulations, even his first kiss and first crushes (related back to him after their occurrences, of course.)
But for some reason, as Arthur left today, he felt him self strain towards him. And for the first time, he felt himself move - a crack in the stone binding him, shining out.
It was breaking. For some reason that centuries old seal was breaking.
Eames pushed harder, clawed, and felt more of it give; felt more of his dormant demonic energy return to him.
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No, this creature had been sealed away for so long. Why was it breaking now?
Arthur had continued walking but then stopped, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, feeling frozen to the spot before slowly turning to look behind him, the statue blocked by trees by now.
He turned his attention back the other way when her heard Sylvia call for him again, telling him to run, her voice hard and desperate (something that made his stomach twist as he had never heard that tone before) and did exactly as she said, having learned years ago when he began his training that when she ordered him like that, it was life and death and wasn't meant to be questioned.
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It didn't take long, somewhat underwhelmingly after years of imprisonment. Within a minute Eames was bursting out of his former seal, with a howl.
For a moment if anyone could have seen, him in his demon form, all burly, course fur and dark eyes, a maw of fangs and resting on his four arms, the feelers on his back waving about wildly... he would have made a sight. The energy released shook the trees; the spiritual impact of it would feel much like a punching out of breath, a sudden crush that was gone as soon as it occurred.
Eames was a blur as he took off the path, still in his demon form. However, when he reached the edge of the trees, and spotted Arthur, Sylvia just exiting the house, his form wavered.
And then Arthur would find himself hurtling towards the ground, a tall, male form above him, limbs wrapped around his body.
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Arthur had been running so hard he felt as if his lungs were burning, that howl behind him making his stomach drop, but, before he knew it, he was down on the ground, a heavy weight on top of him. He had cried out at the pain, elbows and knees getting scraped, nearly getting a mouthful of dirt and feeling the breathe knocked out of him.
It wasn't until Sylvia had screamed at Eames to get off of him that Arthur knew he was in trouble.
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Set atop Arthur was a tanned man, his arms and legs wrapped around the boy; a course-furred brown tail that started at the end of his spine waving lazily in the air, almost as half-long as the man, who was noticeably tall.
The demon, Eames, had slate blue eyes that flashed black when Sylvia had screamed. He leaned down and....
purred.
Rubbing his cheek against the top of Arthur's head, he said something, in a language that was harsh and guttural.
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Above him Sylvia practically snarled out, pointing the tip of the blade she was wielding closer to the demon's neck, "If you want to live you will get off of him now!"
She also had the string of beads her ancestors had crafted and perfected in restraining demons on her - most effective when wrapped around the creature's neck.
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He straightened a little, eying the adult guardian and her weapons.
When he spoke, his voice was deep, accented with a very old English brogue.
"Relax, little guardian, I'm not going to kill the boy."
As he spoke, the tail that had been waving curled forward, around Arthur's neck.
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Arthur let out a startled noise at the tail - what the fuck, a tail?? - curling around his neck, struggling slightly then against the weight on top of him, no longer feeling disoriented (or like he would shit himself).
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As he spoke he glanced down to the boy, and though he didn't pin him further, he would find Eames a quite immovable naked weight on him. The tail pressed up under his chin, asking him to tilt his head back if he would so please.
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"I said get the fuck off of him!"
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Arthur only came up to his shoulders, especially now that they were on flat feet.
"I'm not very inclined to. Especially because he's the whole reason I'm out, I'd dare say."
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Then that meant... what he was feeling pressed into his ass...
That was enough to get Arthur to fall back into his training and try to escape the demon's hold, trying to use all the strength he could muster (and even if his blows weren't doing much physical harm, at least they might be distracting enough to give Sylvia a chance to catch him off-guard).
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That being said, he'd expended a huge amount of energy just to escape that seal - and only because it'd been breaking.
"Ow, ow, bloody ow!"
He cursed and let the boy go to fend off both of their blows.
"Will you two stop and listen for one chistdamn second!"
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Arthur had stepped away from him, looking at this creature that had supposedly... what? Been in that statue all along?
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"If I wanted to rip your throats out I would have done it when I had him on the ground. I'm not here to hurt you."
And then, (though they couldn't tell) his gaze slid towards Arthur. "Arthur, tell her."
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Arthur, however, remained where he was, brow furrowing, "... tell her what?" This could be a trick and yet... he felt inclined to ask, to know what he meant.
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