Well, again, previous warnings, go back a couple chapters. And beware, weirdness and strange kinkiness. XD
White Demon's Treasure - Chapter 3
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The rules are laid down.
However.
I think
That the odds
Are against me.
The page, had two paragraphs. The first one, was written in some foreign language. It went like this : Y Freda Tasuh - Yh aqdnasamo nyna lyca eh dra tasuh funmt. Ed ec y tasuh, fru ryt teat fedruid ajan vaamehk yhudran'c duilr. Fryd drao mylg, ec lymmat draen "dnaycina". Dric, dra Freda Tasuh'c dnaycina Rufajan, drao ryja lusseddat cu syho udran cehc, dryd drao ryja cdemm vymmah tufhfyntc. Cu, vnus drec, drao mylg uha lincat pmylg fehk. Y taym dryd ec cusadesac tuha, druikr rych'd pa caah un raynt uv eh lahdineac, ec dryd eh aqlryhka vun y lryhla vun gaabehk uha'c cuim, drao sicd dyga draen dnaycina. Drec ec uvdah y rynt dycg du lusbmada, cehla dra tasuh GHUFC dryd drao yna dnoehk du dyga ed, yht dra tasuh sicd pa FEMMEHK frah dra uha eh zaubynto dygac dra dnaycina. Rufajan, drana ec yh yldiym edas dryd uha sicd dyga. Dra edas frelr cospumewac dra luhdnyld dra tasuh ryc du dra tajem, yc y freda tasuh. Frah dryd ec cdumah, dra taym ec lusbmada, yht dra tasuh kyehc y caluht fehk, yht uha gaabc draen cuim. Vnus draca dycgc, uhac fru yna uvdah vylat fedr drec bnatelysahd, iciymmo muca draen cuimc.
The second paragraph, explained what the above paragraph was, and translated it. It read : The above paragraph was in an ancient tongue, which he had only discovered. We managed to decipher the above paragraph, but if we have not yet unraveled the entire language. We also have yet to give it a name. Its translation is given here : A White Demon - An extremely rare case in the demon world. It is a demon, who had died without ever feeling another's touch. What they lack, is called their "treasure". Thus, the White Demon's treasure However, they have committed so many other sins, that they have still fallen downwards. So, from this, they lack one cursed black wing. A deal that is sometimes done, though hasn't be seen or heard of in centuries, is that in exchange for a chance for keeping one's soul, they must take their treasure. This is often a hard task to complete, since the demon KNOWS that they are trying to take it, and the demon must be WILLING when the one in jeopardy takes the treasure. However, there is an actual item that one must take. The item which symbolizes the contract the demon has to the devil, as a white demon. When that is stolen, the deal is complete, and the demon gains a second wing, and one keeps their soul. From these tasks, ones who are often faced with this predicament, usually lose their souls.
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I, don't understand these sort of things too well. But I don't need someone tell me that I apparently have to take this boy, and then steal a possession of his. This was sick joke. A honestly sick joke that Zack was playing on me. Maybe it was some odd holiday and I had forgotten about it. A soft moan from the blonde (still on my couch) reassured me it wasn't.
"Sorry Zack, could you come back tomorrow. And I'm going to be borrowing this." I said, my stress apparent. Zack got the hint (for once) and left. "Later." he said. I locked the door. I looked back at the blonde on my furniture. Still sound asleep. I still doubted he was a demon. Honestly, don't they have any taboos? I sighed deeply, and decided that a night's rest was needed. I looked at the clock. It was practically morning. I had a class to overlook tomorrow. With a few more glances over my shoulder at the spiky demon, and I retired.
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I was awake suddenly, though my eyes were still closed. I felt a miniscule shift in weight on the very edge of my bed. The golden light was already pouring through the glass of my bedroom window, taking possession of my intruder's attention. While their attention was directed towards the gliding light, I risked a glance. The demon was staring at the morning's light, with a sort of softened, vulnerable look. "Morning." He turned around. "Morning yourself. I thought you were an early bird." he replied. I smirked. "I am. You just slept a lot more than me yesterday." I said, reminding him of the amount of time he spent resting on my couch. He mused over this for a bit. "Well, transportation between the layers of Earth can take it out of you." he said finally. I shrugged, and got up. I still had four hours before I had to go and do my monotonous routine, regardless that I had little, if not, no sleep. I grabbed my articles of clothing, and raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you gonna watch?" I asked, knowing what effect it would have on him. He blushed, and suddenly finding my carpet fascinating stuttered a "No." and left.
"Yo~! Seph! So, did it go with Cloud?!" I heard Zack yell somewhere behind me. I promptly turned on my heel, clamped a hand over his mouth, and commenced to drag him to a dark corner where no one could hear him (flashing a grin to a startled girl who witnessed the swift chain of events). "I wish you wouldn't talk so loud Zack." I said frowning, after we were well concealed. "But I'm anxious!" Zack said, grinning. I sighed, but couldn't help a grin. I briefly explained everything from the beginning, with Cloud being a demon included. Zack's face hadn't changed. "I know that stuff. I meant, well, how did it go." I blinked. "Well, you aren't in the least startled by the fact that Cloud is dead, moreover, a demon?" I asked. He nodded. "I was startled when I figured it out, but I got the general idea when I talked a bit with Cloud and read that book I let ya read yesterday. And the wing that was pokin' out of his back helped the picture." I said nothing. I still had trouble actually believing that Cloud was a mini-devil, while Zack believed it so easily. Did Zack know how Cloud died? Was Zack with him at the time? How did Cloud die anyway? My train of thoughts were broken by a jab on my shoulder.
"Seph! You never answered me! Did you guys do anything?" he asked. I raised an eyebrow. "Guessing from your definition of do, no." I said bluntly. Zack laughed, before quickly putting his hand over his mouth to smother the sound. When he finally stopped, he said, "No! I mean, take him out somewhere. Cloud doesn't like to stay cooped up. He's like a cat sort of. If you don't take him outside, he'll go out on his own. But if you want, you can let him wander around on his own." I briefly thought of a demon walking through the aisles of a supermarket, with sword equipped and wing exposed. I decided I disliked the idea. "Fine, I'll take him somewhere today I suppose." I said. Zack grinned, before checking his watch. "Well, I have to run. I'm already late!" he said, before running off. I gave one last glance, before I walked off in my direction.
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With monotonous routine completed, the rest of the day was up to me. I checked the clock in the hallway. 14:01. Tons of time to kill. When there weren't wars or rebellions, days here were mind-numbingly boring. I briefly entered the code in the number pad next to the door to my apartment. It flashed open, and I went in, tossing some papers aside. I looked around. No sign of spikey blonde demon. Maybe he did go out. Well, I never said he had to stay here. My lounge chair came into view. Nope, he was still here. The blonde was curled up in my chair, reading a old novel I had brought, with his cape draped over his leg, and the rest falling over one side of the chair.
I stared at him for a while (at the same time wondering if her even noticed I had come back). I stood up, and placed a hand over his leg, and pulled the cape off. He jumped a little, before averting his gaze to me. "Welcome back." the blonde said. I nodded in response. I looked at his cape a bit. It was a vibrant blood red, but turned a little darker near the ripped bottom. "Can you materialize things?" I asked. He tilted his head back, and reflected on the question. "It depends. I can make a few things, but I can never make it out of thin air. I'm not a high-level demon yet." the demon replied. I looked at the cape once again, before replacing it back on his lap.
Cloud resumed reading the novel. I spun a chair towards me, and stopped it abruptly, and sat down. I ran my eyes over him a couple times. Cloud apparently knew I was, since his eyes stopped moving, and was turning a shade of red. I said nothing, but continued to stare at him. This went on for some time. Cloud finally, threw down the book. "What are you looking at?" He asked, obviously irritated. "You." I said bluntly. Cloud's redness intensified, but he said nothing, and continued to read. I walked over, and lifted the books from his hands. "I wasn't done talking with you. Weren't you taught to listen to your instructors?" I asked. The blonde's cheeks were still tinted pink. "Well, then what is it?" he said. I smirked at his awkwardness. "Can you change things?" I asked. He looked confused. "Excuse me?" the spiked one asked. "For example, change that picture into a chair." I said, motioning towards a painting on the wall. He shook his head. "I just recently died, so I don't have that much power. If I did, I wouldn't need a sword to protect myself." he said, gesturing to his sword. I nodded. I looked him over one more time. "I guess it can't be helped." I said. "What can't?" the blonde asked. I looked at him. "We're going shopping." I said.
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Sorry if this update took so long, I just got the fifth Harry Potter book. I can't stop reading it! XD Is it just me, or is Harry a lot moodier in this one? I've also been working on two sites, and I've been dying for the DNAngel Feder art book. -dies- Me wants…Well, anyway. Next chapter, Cloud goes shopping! XDDD
White Demon's Treasure - Chapter 3
=================================================
The rules are laid down.
However.
I think
That the odds
Are against me.
The page, had two paragraphs. The first one, was written in some foreign language. It went like this : Y Freda Tasuh - Yh aqdnasamo nyna lyca eh dra tasuh funmt. Ed ec y tasuh, fru ryt teat fedruid ajan vaamehk yhudran'c duilr. Fryd drao mylg, ec lymmat draen "dnaycina". Dric, dra Freda Tasuh'c dnaycina Rufajan, drao ryja lusseddat cu syho udran cehc, dryd drao ryja cdemm vymmah tufhfyntc. Cu, vnus drec, drao mylg uha lincat pmylg fehk. Y taym dryd ec cusadesac tuha, druikr rych'd pa caah un raynt uv eh lahdineac, ec dryd eh aqlryhka vun y lryhla vun gaabehk uha'c cuim, drao sicd dyga draen dnaycina. Drec ec uvdah y rynt dycg du lusbmada, cehla dra tasuh GHUFC dryd drao yna dnoehk du dyga ed, yht dra tasuh sicd pa FEMMEHK frah dra uha eh zaubynto dygac dra dnaycina. Rufajan, drana ec yh yldiym edas dryd uha sicd dyga. Dra edas frelr cospumewac dra luhdnyld dra tasuh ryc du dra tajem, yc y freda tasuh. Frah dryd ec cdumah, dra taym ec lusbmada, yht dra tasuh kyehc y caluht fehk, yht uha gaabc draen cuim. Vnus draca dycgc, uhac fru yna uvdah vylat fedr drec bnatelysahd, iciymmo muca draen cuimc.
The second paragraph, explained what the above paragraph was, and translated it. It read : The above paragraph was in an ancient tongue, which he had only discovered. We managed to decipher the above paragraph, but if we have not yet unraveled the entire language. We also have yet to give it a name. Its translation is given here : A White Demon - An extremely rare case in the demon world. It is a demon, who had died without ever feeling another's touch. What they lack, is called their "treasure". Thus, the White Demon's treasure However, they have committed so many other sins, that they have still fallen downwards. So, from this, they lack one cursed black wing. A deal that is sometimes done, though hasn't be seen or heard of in centuries, is that in exchange for a chance for keeping one's soul, they must take their treasure. This is often a hard task to complete, since the demon KNOWS that they are trying to take it, and the demon must be WILLING when the one in jeopardy takes the treasure. However, there is an actual item that one must take. The item which symbolizes the contract the demon has to the devil, as a white demon. When that is stolen, the deal is complete, and the demon gains a second wing, and one keeps their soul. From these tasks, ones who are often faced with this predicament, usually lose their souls.
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I, don't understand these sort of things too well. But I don't need someone tell me that I apparently have to take this boy, and then steal a possession of his. This was sick joke. A honestly sick joke that Zack was playing on me. Maybe it was some odd holiday and I had forgotten about it. A soft moan from the blonde (still on my couch) reassured me it wasn't.
"Sorry Zack, could you come back tomorrow. And I'm going to be borrowing this." I said, my stress apparent. Zack got the hint (for once) and left. "Later." he said. I locked the door. I looked back at the blonde on my furniture. Still sound asleep. I still doubted he was a demon. Honestly, don't they have any taboos? I sighed deeply, and decided that a night's rest was needed. I looked at the clock. It was practically morning. I had a class to overlook tomorrow. With a few more glances over my shoulder at the spiky demon, and I retired.
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I was awake suddenly, though my eyes were still closed. I felt a miniscule shift in weight on the very edge of my bed. The golden light was already pouring through the glass of my bedroom window, taking possession of my intruder's attention. While their attention was directed towards the gliding light, I risked a glance. The demon was staring at the morning's light, with a sort of softened, vulnerable look. "Morning." He turned around. "Morning yourself. I thought you were an early bird." he replied. I smirked. "I am. You just slept a lot more than me yesterday." I said, reminding him of the amount of time he spent resting on my couch. He mused over this for a bit. "Well, transportation between the layers of Earth can take it out of you." he said finally. I shrugged, and got up. I still had four hours before I had to go and do my monotonous routine, regardless that I had little, if not, no sleep. I grabbed my articles of clothing, and raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you gonna watch?" I asked, knowing what effect it would have on him. He blushed, and suddenly finding my carpet fascinating stuttered a "No." and left.
"Yo~! Seph! So, did it go with Cloud?!" I heard Zack yell somewhere behind me. I promptly turned on my heel, clamped a hand over his mouth, and commenced to drag him to a dark corner where no one could hear him (flashing a grin to a startled girl who witnessed the swift chain of events). "I wish you wouldn't talk so loud Zack." I said frowning, after we were well concealed. "But I'm anxious!" Zack said, grinning. I sighed, but couldn't help a grin. I briefly explained everything from the beginning, with Cloud being a demon included. Zack's face hadn't changed. "I know that stuff. I meant, well, how did it go." I blinked. "Well, you aren't in the least startled by the fact that Cloud is dead, moreover, a demon?" I asked. He nodded. "I was startled when I figured it out, but I got the general idea when I talked a bit with Cloud and read that book I let ya read yesterday. And the wing that was pokin' out of his back helped the picture." I said nothing. I still had trouble actually believing that Cloud was a mini-devil, while Zack believed it so easily. Did Zack know how Cloud died? Was Zack with him at the time? How did Cloud die anyway? My train of thoughts were broken by a jab on my shoulder.
"Seph! You never answered me! Did you guys do anything?" he asked. I raised an eyebrow. "Guessing from your definition of do, no." I said bluntly. Zack laughed, before quickly putting his hand over his mouth to smother the sound. When he finally stopped, he said, "No! I mean, take him out somewhere. Cloud doesn't like to stay cooped up. He's like a cat sort of. If you don't take him outside, he'll go out on his own. But if you want, you can let him wander around on his own." I briefly thought of a demon walking through the aisles of a supermarket, with sword equipped and wing exposed. I decided I disliked the idea. "Fine, I'll take him somewhere today I suppose." I said. Zack grinned, before checking his watch. "Well, I have to run. I'm already late!" he said, before running off. I gave one last glance, before I walked off in my direction.
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With monotonous routine completed, the rest of the day was up to me. I checked the clock in the hallway. 14:01. Tons of time to kill. When there weren't wars or rebellions, days here were mind-numbingly boring. I briefly entered the code in the number pad next to the door to my apartment. It flashed open, and I went in, tossing some papers aside. I looked around. No sign of spikey blonde demon. Maybe he did go out. Well, I never said he had to stay here. My lounge chair came into view. Nope, he was still here. The blonde was curled up in my chair, reading a old novel I had brought, with his cape draped over his leg, and the rest falling over one side of the chair.
I stared at him for a while (at the same time wondering if her even noticed I had come back). I stood up, and placed a hand over his leg, and pulled the cape off. He jumped a little, before averting his gaze to me. "Welcome back." the blonde said. I nodded in response. I looked at his cape a bit. It was a vibrant blood red, but turned a little darker near the ripped bottom. "Can you materialize things?" I asked. He tilted his head back, and reflected on the question. "It depends. I can make a few things, but I can never make it out of thin air. I'm not a high-level demon yet." the demon replied. I looked at the cape once again, before replacing it back on his lap.
Cloud resumed reading the novel. I spun a chair towards me, and stopped it abruptly, and sat down. I ran my eyes over him a couple times. Cloud apparently knew I was, since his eyes stopped moving, and was turning a shade of red. I said nothing, but continued to stare at him. This went on for some time. Cloud finally, threw down the book. "What are you looking at?" He asked, obviously irritated. "You." I said bluntly. Cloud's redness intensified, but he said nothing, and continued to read. I walked over, and lifted the books from his hands. "I wasn't done talking with you. Weren't you taught to listen to your instructors?" I asked. The blonde's cheeks were still tinted pink. "Well, then what is it?" he said. I smirked at his awkwardness. "Can you change things?" I asked. He looked confused. "Excuse me?" the spiked one asked. "For example, change that picture into a chair." I said, motioning towards a painting on the wall. He shook his head. "I just recently died, so I don't have that much power. If I did, I wouldn't need a sword to protect myself." he said, gesturing to his sword. I nodded. I looked him over one more time. "I guess it can't be helped." I said. "What can't?" the blonde asked. I looked at him. "We're going shopping." I said.
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Sorry if this update took so long, I just got the fifth Harry Potter book. I can't stop reading it! XD Is it just me, or is Harry a lot moodier in this one? I've also been working on two sites, and I've been dying for the DNAngel Feder art book. -dies- Me wants…Well, anyway. Next chapter, Cloud goes shopping! XDDD
