Sorry this took so long...I had SUCH a busy month with the new semester coming up and such, and plus a hectic work schedule along with extracurricular activites~! Anyhow, it's calmed a bit since I finished my work week and have today off before starting the new one. Just relaxed to some Earl Grey black tea, and it IS black. I dind't add anything to it so it's natural, bitter taste is there. NOM NOM! XD


Jakob, compared to Sebastian, was a relatively young demon. Despite how he spoke of their birth and mutual mother, that did not change the fact that the feminine appearing demon was over one thousand years younger than Sebastian. Normally, it would take a demon a few thousand years (in their infancy) to develop their own essences and abilities thoroughly. Thus, for his young age, Jakob's hindrance was no shock to him and certainly not to Sebastian. Finding the Island of Death and others he needed would be a challenge, for his body was not yet completely mature and neither was his whole essence or sense of things. However, he knew that, despite how youth could make the reality turn and twist into surreality like a rose vine too cluttered with the blossoms to hide the thorns, he loved his mistress.

It was not unusual for a demon to love, contrast to popular belief and thus a fallacy from the beginning of Christ's spilt blood. However, there was some truth and contradictions to said adoration. A demon could feel love but only for two reasons, one of which, the physical rush, was most common and lastly, the need to be whole. A demon lusted often; for a soul, for flesh, for possession of another mortal mind. Now, there were many forms these could be expressed, but as for the moment, the basic three were all he could think of as he thought more of mistress in the raven's nest.

The lust for a soul was a necessity, souls provided a demon with solace and also the vitality that came with its rejuvenating aspects. A demon never truly aged on the outside once its body and mind was completely matured. The inner of a demon could suffer though without proper nourishment; demons needed souls just as much as humans needed their blood. It was their life, their only necessity that would make them beautiful and ageless for all eternity; coming of course to stimulate and preserve their psyche. There was more to it though, a demon (in very deep cases) would be become so engrossed with the soul the intensity of his or her devotion to said soul could be described as sexual. Parting with such a delicacy was the end for that demon, and the end of the contract it would pursue next. A demon could not live on in pride knowing he or she had lost such an appealing dish...Sebastian knew that deeply. To become one with that vessel but for a moment, the twinning heartbeat and hastening pulse was that of intercourse...But in such case it was like making love involving no sex, the intimacy was too deep and beyond a carnal representation of passion and love.

Following the line of luxuries was sex, which was important to a demon. Demons enjoyed sex, as it was made from GOD and having virginity given to them signified the depravity of humanity. In many cases, it was consensual. A demon's charm and sensual physique left so much to the imagination, it made a human tingle in every way they could; fear, desire, intrigue...It would end most of the time with the consummation of said attraction to sin. And so the person's soul belonged to Lucifier's hand, where desire and greed took them and ruined them for love and even for sex if the demon decided to leave a little hex on their devirginized flesh.

Possession could be described as the most intimate form of devirginization. The demon not only penetrated the flesh but the soul; the fibers of their fiery soul trapped in winter blended with the seasons of the human's spirit and delved in deep. It was their passion to penetrate the soul and rebirth it; to destroy and recreate. They were one, and soon, the demon would take over the body until an exorcism could break him. It was for that reason he had met his lover.

She was a middle-aged woman in Hungry at the time of Elizabeth Bathory, who had lost her daughter to the Blood Countess' lust for youth. He was intrigued by her lack of tears, as he caught her at her daughter's grave with no tears. She looked upon the gravestone in envy, of being unable to be forever young and beautiful. Her red hair was beginning to gray, her delicate white skin was wrinkling and beginning to sag, and her thin body now gaining what hormones had used to preserve her youth and beauty. She prayed to be invincible just as Elizabeth had been, she wanted the youthful blood to bath in, to drink, and take in the life of these young girls. He knew her soul could do it, she could do it over and over again for the flesh and still die. He wanted her soul, but upon taking such a vain and sympathetic soul (she had wept for the Countess' scourge and troubles) he ceased. Half-digested, he pulled the soul back in and joined her. In her soul he saw a great many beautiful horrors.

Such could not be described; he heard her youthful vocals die to old age, her beauty die to death...The circumvention of her own denial. And so, he dug up the corpse of her daughter and placed the decrepit soul in her new body. But after so many years, so many tries to purify her and modify her body...It was his own guilt, despite the lack he felt, she suffered. Now, after many unfaithful forages, he had found what she needed to make her completely his and was not going to lose it.


Lust...How long had Sebastian been unable to indulge in the tight heat of passion? To a lover's embrace and the lack of deep meaning? It was a superficial thought, but having never had sex for so long, he had forgotten any hypocrisy in it. It was in his bed he found himself deep in this thought...The intensity of a virgin's will to give such intimacy a pale and hollow masquerade and for innocence to die at will...A demon lavished in that much more than any physical pleasure (despite how great it might be.) Gladly he would've continued to reminisce when a sudden sound filled his ears. It wasn't particularly loud, rather soft. It wasn't coming from a close area, which was good. His room was some way below his masters and he could hear the demonic child soundly sleep. He assumed it must've been Ms. Klammer searching for something or perhaps taking a walk (as humans could suffer insomnia more often than demons.)

He turned his attention to the clock but a moment, finding it to be just past midnight, and decided to retrieve Ms. Klammer and take her back to bed so she would not wake the young lord. As of the moment, he considered his attire somewhat unprofessional as he was lacking his jacket and vest, as well as his gloves. The manor was warm though, and he decided since his master was asleep and their guest seemed not to care about his professionalism, that he could proceed without them on. He lit a candelabra to lead his way (as his eyes were rather tired) and made toward the library where the soul was resonating. He found the Diva there, reading a book on the silk divan with a thin blanket over her form.

"Ms. Klammer," he touched her shoulder softly, "It is past midnight and you are not asleep. If you are suffering insomnia I can prepare some warm milk to better your effort toward sleep,"

"It is not sleep I need," she told him, standing and placing the book back on the shelf. Of course she had done this wrong so once she had walked aside Sebastian stepped in to see arrange it according to his master's preference.

"I need what I want," she told him. The demon turned to her, finding that she had shed the blanket and placed a short slip over her body, and it seemed to be the only thing covering her as it was translucent and exposed the areas left to her privy, "I need your seed, I want it...Give it to me,"

Sebastian made to speak when she suddenly pushed him down onto the divan. He had been shocked for a moment at her sudden strength, before laying still. It was not so much he was frightened, but his convenant with Jakob.

Your seed, that's all she desires...

Despite this lack of pride, he would allow Deva to take his seed and also his identity...For the sake of his own starving body that had been carved from obsidian in the purest soul.

"Give me your body," she climbed onto him, "Your youth...Your beauty..."

Her hands were on his shirt and he continued to stare up a the ceiling as the fabric gave.