Magnus studied the blood-stained needles littering the floor with a mild sense of disgust. The room was windowless and entirely made of cement. A drain that had seen more than water in it's lifetime was tucked innocently in a corner. In the center of the room a chair sat, occupied by a man that looked like he was an inch from death. Blood poured from wounds, burns and bruises dotting his skin. It was enough to make a human empty their stomachs. Luckily, Magnus wasn't human. His golden eyes were dark as he strode forward, his hair limp without gel. He was dressed somberly in a black dress shirt and dark grey jeans. He'd been going for semi-formal, the last time he'd graced Sebastian with his presence, his Armani suit had been ruined by some stranger bleeding out all over him.
"P-Please..." Magnus eyed the man. Chained to a metal chair, leather straps pining down his limbs, he was the average sort of fellow, boring brown hair and boring green eyes, not at all worth crossing Sebastian in any way. "Please don't kill me." Magnus shook his head, sighing when the man began to cry.
"I'm not going to kill you." Magnus said, seeing the hope that sprang into the victim's eyes. Healing magic sprang from his fingertips, blue sparks healing the burns and cuts along the man's arms. He knelt down next to the man's side, cutting off the stream of 'thank you's. "But in about an hour, you're going to wish I had." He added grimly.
Magnus closed the metal door of the room with a loud clang, giving the once over to two of Sebastian's cronies. They were like twins, matching suits and all, their eyes carrying that same carefully blank look in them, as if shut off to the world around them.
"There, he'll last until Sebastian decides to stop by for a visit." Magnus wanted nothing more to get out of this place. The lower levels of the manor were lined in dark metal, like something out of a horror movie. "I'll be collecting my payment from the two of you, I suppose?" He asked, glancing between the two of them.
"Master Sebastian would like to thank you personally for your services." That made Magnus pause. He looked up at the tall, imposing man, trying to read the man's face.
"Oh, really?" Magnus asked lowly. The man nodded, his dark eyes fixed on the warlock.
"Yes, he's invited you to lunch today. I'll be taking you there." Magnus felt a strange sense of foreboding, but he followed the man anyways. He'd done business with Sebastian before, had gotten paid for his top-tier service and then left in one piece. Why would today be any different?
"Very well then, though I don't think I'm properly dressed for a business lunch." Magnus drawled as the large man turned, walking down the hallway. After a moment Magnus followed, glancing behind him. Cronies #2 smiled at him, flashing black fangs, his eyes red. The warlock turned away, keeping his gaze on the stairs, refusing to let his mind wander.
Sebastian's manor made Magnus want to go on a interior design rampage. Metal death basement aside, the main floor of the man's home was all marble and wood, styled in various shades of red and black that did nothing for the high ceilings or extensive hallways. Magnus honestly thought a touch of turquoise would do the place wonders, though he wasn't stupid enough to voice his own opinion around his client. Watching a teenager disembowel their maid with a dinner platter was more than enough incentive to shut Magnus up, the money the only thing made him come back every time Sebastian requested his help.
Crony #1 paused outside a set of double doors lined with gold, and Magnus struggled not to roll his eyes. The doors swung back with a grand gesture, and there Sebastian stood, dressed neatly in black, his pale features contrasting sharply with his black eyes. Magnus met those eyes evenly, seeing a fragment of hell far darker than his own lying in the depths of the boy's soul. Even though Magnus was 800 years his senior, the warlock couldn't help but glance away first.
"Magnus Bane." Sebastian greeted, smiling brightly, his arms opened wide, as if he was going to hug the warlock. Magnus froze, unsure of what to do, and Sebastian laughed, whirling around to disappear into the dining hall. "I suppose it's rather rude of me to call you here so suddenly, I'm sure you're busy with other things." Magnus entered the dining hall, following the blonde to a small circular table ringed by three chairs. It was out of place in the gigantic room, like a small metal island in a sea of black stone.
"It's nothing I can't put off. I've patched up that mundane you've got in the basement, though I don't know how long he'll last." Magnus added, sitting down at the table when Sebastian gestured for him to do so. "I hope you're not treating me to lunch as payment, we had an agreement." He added, watching sebastian warily. Sebastian sat down with a flourish, smiling at Magnus, his black eyes glittering with amusement.
"Of course not, I intend to pay you fully. Though, considering the long history we have together, I felt the need to give you a...bonus for your service." Sebastian rested his elbows on the table, waving his hand idly, a collection of servants moving forward with covered platters of food.
"A bonus?" Magnus echoed, looking curious, if not worried. Sebastian nodded, smiling, and that's when Magnus felt it. Something brushed against the front of his jeans and he nearly jumped out of his chair. He looked down, catching a flash of blue eyes before a wet heat enveloped his limp member. Magnus swore when the mouth got to work, completely professional. The warlock shuddered, burying his fingers into the boy's black hair, tugging lightly.
"Magnus, meet Alec. Your bonus." Sebastian said by way of introduction, moving to uncover the first platter of food.
By: Adelaide