Really. This whole 'lifestyle' is just a joke to him. Being a demon, or half-demon in this case, to follow in his father's footsteps and bring fear and terror to those inferior to him in both strength, power and levels of many different things just left a bad taste in his mouth. Really... this was just nothing more than a huge insult to him. But, he is to follow his father's footsteps if he was to take rule over the lesser humans as a real demon so that he would gain what is rightfully his. Whether that is 'rightfully his' is another thing up to debate and he didn't really care for
( ... )
From across the square, the heavy and ornate doors yawned wide. The interior was dark inside. Orihime gazed at it with wide eyes. She could definitely feel a unique presence from within that blackened doorway, and she felt her insides tighten up a little
( ... )
And once the young woman had entered the room, it was just right on cue that a blue flame suddenly erupted from the his fingers and tossed into the firepit, first causing the logs inside to glow a blueish glow before it turned into a regular red and orange flame. Rising up from his plushed chair, she would see that the red, white and black robes he had worn was open, revealing a thick set of black chainmail to cover his chest and leather studded leggings with thick, black boots
( ... )
OH NO BLOOD! ...No, wait. Wait. The smell of fermented grapes was easily detected. Not blood at all.
Orihime stayed rooted on the spot, not daring to move. Instead her head turned, eyes following the demon as he moved about the room. He sounded young, too. But maybe that was just how demons were. She couldn't claim to have had any prior experience in dealing with them.
At his question, she shook her head, the tips of her fingers lightly brushing the cords secured around her wrists. "I suppose...to get eaten or maimed?" she suggested. But despite the macabre reply, she didn't sound all that terrified. Certainly she was nervous, but she found her curiosity to be stronger than her unease. Why would be pour a cup of wine for, presumably, a person he intended to devour?
Had Orihime entertained even a mere shard of hope at being rescued, she might have noticed Marlon when he pushed his way forward. But she hadn't been looking at anybody. Her gaze instead had been focused on the sky, admiring the colors that had begun to paint the west as the sun drew closer to the horizon...and searching for signs of the demon lord's approach, for surely a being like that would fly on great leather wings, right
( ... )
(OOC: Do you actually want the demon to show up? Or did you want to write the big bad guy? WHAT WOULD YOU LIIIIIIIIKE? :D)
More soldiers were mobilizing, abandoning their posts in a former attempt to keep the crowds from panicking once the demon showed up to claim his tribute. Orihime had seemed so compliant and mild that they hadn't really thought to put a better guard on her. And no one really wanted to get that close to the demon either, if they could help it.
"Marlon-san, you can't face a demon!" Orihime protested, starting to grow desperate as she saw more blades drawn. He couldn't face a legion of soldiers either! He was normal, just human! What kind of crazy plan did he have that would not only best their opposition, but allow them to escape on top of that?
He'd planned for days. He'd waited, he'd watched, and he'd researched. and now it was down to just this. Dean stood in a guard outfit, a hood covering his eyes and the top of his head. He reached out and touched her shoulder, and small, apologetcit smile on his face. He played his part, and he played it well. He hated this, was taut and rigid, ready to pull her off at a moment's notice, but he hated the fact he still had to offer her to wait for the demon to appear
( ... )
The dimness in her eyes fled, a spark of hope starting to brighten her gaze. It was an imperceptible change save to those who were close enough to see it, but she had definitely heard what was being said. Wordlessly she gave a slow, single nod, with a quick sidelong glance at the soldier. She hadn't noticed at first, but now that he'd spoken, she realized there was something familiar about him.
It was tempting to test her bonds as he'd indicated, but she held herself still. Her heart was beating faster, and her breathing quickened just slightly. Someone meant to fight for her. Someone thought she was worth fighting for. Suddenly she didn't feel quite so resigned to the fate that had seemed inescapable. If this man was willing to fight, then she should be willing to live.
Though she was skeptical of his ability to take on a demon, she had to admit, his casual confidence gave her some comfort. Maybe he really could do it.
Orihime suddenly stiffened as she became aware of another presence, one that was dark and definitely not
( ... )
Dean shifted imperceptibly, hand reaching into his pocket. with this movement, a small ripple of murmurrs ran through the gathered crowd, in slight confusion. suddenly he just told her "Run. Free your hands and run. Into the town hall."
As soon as he spoke, the demon cried in pain, holding his face which was sizzling. Dean stood, holy water in hand and a taunting grin on his face. "Come on, fugly. you getting that lazy you've gotta get clueless saps to get your souls for you? Pretty damned pathetic." He was attracting the attention away from her with his words, enraging the demon and the villagers alike so she'd have time to go.
He pulled the hood down, and the demon growled. "Dean Winchester." It definitely had the desired effect.
"Aww, it knows me. I'm pretty sure I should be flattered, with how popular you seem to be." He flicks another round of holy water, and turns tail, running towards the town hall himself. Once he and Orihime were inside, there were traps for the demon. He hadn't started this without a plan after all.
Dean...! So that was why he seemed so familiar to her. She'd met him a few times at the market, and he'd been nice enough to walk her home when their lively conversations carried on a bit too long to avoid nightfall. But she certainly hadn't expected him to come to her rescue like this, and against a demon? One that was after her soul
( ... )
Sorry I'm lateThe whole situation was far from unique. To most people this was just how the world worked, demons and monsters roamed the land and took what they wanted from the humans who were nothing more than prey. People died and the monsters ruled the world, that was the way of things
( ... )
Orihime had tried not to stare, but, well... Harry stood out in a crowd. Literally. At first she didn't pay much notice, but as he seemed pretty intent on getting closer, all the way to the front, it was awfully hard for her not to notice and wonder why he wanted a good view of her sacrifice, or abduction, or whatever it was the demon planned to do.
Once the macabre carriage began to roll into view, however, she forgot all about the tall man with the duster and the staff, feeling her stomach beginning to tighten as the true horror of her fate became a more distinct reality. Something really bad was going to happen to her, and no one was going to stop it...not even--
BLAM.
Okay, maybe someone was going to stop it, and she'd never been so happily shocked at being wrong in all her life. Before she could even search the crowd to see who had managed to launch a real honest-to-goodness fireball, the tall man appeared behind her, working to unbind her
( ... )
So far so good. The demon was still in an overturned carriage and whoever had tied the knots on this girl wasn't very good at it. It only took a few moments to free her and he gently pushed her away from the post she was tied to. Grasping his staff he stepped past her, putting himself between the demon and the girl and, by effect, the whole town.
"Oh, yeah, don't worry about me." He said back over his shoulder. "How big can he be?"
And then the carriage door exploded outward, scattering chips of broken wood all over the place and forcing Harry to raise one arm to shield his face, blinking at the huge horned head when he finally lowered it. Okay, apparently he could be that big.
"Hi." Harry stepped down off the dais and onto the street, waving one hand at the demon lord and slamming the end of his staff down onto the cobblestones with a small force of will that caused them to rattle. With a very deliberate outer calm, he turned his head to look at the pile of wooden debris that used to be the demon's carriage. "Nice wheels."
"They'll look so much nicer...when I paint them with your blood, wizard." The demon prowled closer, dragging his claws over the street, tearing up cobbles and leaving deep scratches in the street
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Orihime stayed rooted on the spot, not daring to move. Instead her head turned, eyes following the demon as he moved about the room. He sounded young, too. But maybe that was just how demons were. She couldn't claim to have had any prior experience in dealing with them.
At his question, she shook her head, the tips of her fingers lightly brushing the cords secured around her wrists. "I suppose...to get eaten or maimed?" she suggested. But despite the macabre reply, she didn't sound all that terrified. Certainly she was nervous, but she found her curiosity to be stronger than her unease. Why would be pour a cup of wine for, presumably, a person he intended to devour?
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More soldiers were mobilizing, abandoning their posts in a former attempt to keep the crowds from panicking once the demon showed up to claim his tribute. Orihime had seemed so compliant and mild that they hadn't really thought to put a better guard on her. And no one really wanted to get that close to the demon either, if they could help it.
"Marlon-san, you can't face a demon!" Orihime protested, starting to grow desperate as she saw more blades drawn. He couldn't face a legion of soldiers either! He was normal, just human! What kind of crazy plan did he have that would not only best their opposition, but allow them to escape on top of that?
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It was tempting to test her bonds as he'd indicated, but she held herself still. Her heart was beating faster, and her breathing quickened just slightly. Someone meant to fight for her. Someone thought she was worth fighting for. Suddenly she didn't feel quite so resigned to the fate that had seemed inescapable. If this man was willing to fight, then she should be willing to live.
Though she was skeptical of his ability to take on a demon, she had to admit, his casual confidence gave her some comfort. Maybe he really could do it.
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As soon as he spoke, the demon cried in pain, holding his face which was sizzling. Dean stood, holy water in hand and a taunting grin on his face. "Come on, fugly. you getting that lazy you've gotta get clueless saps to get your souls for you? Pretty damned pathetic." He was attracting the attention away from her with his words, enraging the demon and the villagers alike so she'd have time to go.
He pulled the hood down, and the demon growled. "Dean Winchester." It definitely had the desired effect.
"Aww, it knows me. I'm pretty sure I should be flattered, with how popular you seem to be." He flicks another round of holy water, and turns tail, running towards the town hall himself. Once he and Orihime were inside, there were traps for the demon. He hadn't started this without a plan after all.
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Once the macabre carriage began to roll into view, however, she forgot all about the tall man with the duster and the staff, feeling her stomach beginning to tighten as the true horror of her fate became a more distinct reality. Something really bad was going to happen to her, and no one was going to stop it...not even--
BLAM.
Okay, maybe someone was going to stop it, and she'd never been so happily shocked at being wrong in all her life. Before she could even search the crowd to see who had managed to launch a real honest-to-goodness fireball, the tall man appeared behind her, working to unbind her ( ... )
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"Oh, yeah, don't worry about me." He said back over his shoulder. "How big can he be?"
And then the carriage door exploded outward, scattering chips of broken wood all over the place and forcing Harry to raise one arm to shield his face, blinking at the huge horned head when he finally lowered it. Okay, apparently he could be that big.
"Hi." Harry stepped down off the dais and onto the street, waving one hand at the demon lord and slamming the end of his staff down onto the cobblestones with a small force of will that caused them to rattle. With a very deliberate outer calm, he turned his head to look at the pile of wooden debris that used to be the demon's carriage. "Nice wheels."
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