He kneeled down, his black hair bounding angrily around him, smiling down towards me he said,
"I told you, you may do whatever you wish in my home." Sparing a glance at the door I couldn't help but to question him with my eyes. His smile broadened, his eyes looking at the door now instead of me. "That includes this room, if you feel you can move the tree blocking your ... glorious exit." My half smile dropped away, I quickly got off my bottom, standing back far away. He remained on one knee and foot, watching me.
"What do you want with me?" I asked, trying to hide the shaking in my voice and failing terribly.
"A friend?" He shrugged gallantly. My vision started blurring horribly, while I quickly and secretly placed a hand on the wall to balance my faltering weight. His eyes followed my movement.
"You alright?" He asked, except his eyes never left my hand steadying my body on the wall. I nodded just as my legs gave out. I waited to hit the cold ground, but all I felt were cold arms; my head hit his chest automatically.
"I wasn't trying to escape." I whispered into his flesh, I heard a deep rumble within. Opening my eyes for this moment I heard laughter, true honest laughter.
"You lie." He said between dark rich chuckles. His black curly hair smelled like rain on a winter's night; cold, frosty, but holding the smell of some frozen flower; something tropical in the wrong time and place. I smiled at my conscious, unconscious thoughts. Before my vision started splotching grey and white, he looked down at me, placing the back of his hand over my forehead.
"You've a fever." I nodded my head slowly, groaning as it only accomplished more white spots in my head.
"I-I'm sorry."
I looked down at his broken body; his small frame shaking and rattling with a high fever, his face white and dark circles underlining his large empty eyes. Even his amazing white hair looked dull and tired.
"Sorry for what?" I asked emptily, because I already knew the answer.
"S-sorry for b-bein' sick." He stuttered, his teeth now clattering, he had something serious. I stared down the long billowing hallway, letting my hair shield my face, because I was scared. Scared I would seem weak if he saw what were really in my eyes. I knew what that felt like, I knew what he was feeling. I felt sickened by myself.
"It's fine." I said solidly. Letting my small favorable humor fall away completely, my business face in play. I stopped at my human maid's door, rapping on it loudly.
"Lucy, Lucy open up." I said loudly. The smallest maid came out, bustling out more like it. Her old tired face looked up at me quickly, as she hugged to her hand made cotton night gown. She put on her glasses straightening them on the bridge of her nose.
"Master?" She said, blinking her eyes wildly, I'd woken her.
"Something's wrong with him. He's human, I don't...I don't know what to do." I said coldly. She smiled warily; the old woman was a skit when you got to know her. The ice didn't fall from my eyes, but inside I already felt warmer.
"Where would you like him Master?" She said, hugging to her petite night gown.
"Follow me." I said walking back to my bed chambers. She didn't say anything about him lying in the same bed as I, I don't think she would've anyways. The room was cold, as always; I didn't have human visitors often, even rarely human slaves, as everyone so fondly calls their dying race. Dante was now shaking so hard even my arms were struggling to keep him still.
"Oh goodness." Lucy whispered, shaking her head.
"He needs a doctor." She said repeatedly under her breath. I stood dark and still behind her, watching her quick movements with lazy eyes, my hair falling around me. My posture was bored and uncaring, but the animal inside of me lurched out of my mind watching every jerk and movement Dante made. A cry left his throat, and it made me blink. If Lucy would have caught it, I'm sure not even she would have recognized it for me caring.
"Is he..." I caught myself before I said it. 'Is he going to be alright?' I thought to myself. Lucy didn't hear me; she was touching every part of his body, shaking her head friskily.
"He needs medicine, doctor, food most importantly. I don't even think he could eat it though." She said softly, looking up at my towering over her.
"Where did you find this boy?" She said worried, she physically showed emotion I would never be able to.
"An auction." I said warily. She spared another long glance at Dante.
"What happened to him Master, this is...this is bad."
"I don't know." I knew. I knew every whip and every kick he took. I could read it off his body like fine print. She looked back up at me, her all too well knowing eyes searching my empty ones. And she saw right through it, she was old but I was much older. She smiled tiredly, nodding; but she knew. And that was all to it.
"Alright, I'm... I'm going to call Edward; he'll do what he can. I just don't know though he's very, he's very bad Luscious." I caught her eyes at using my name, the seriousness in her usually giddy old woman tone. I grimaced down at her while she shook her head. Those soft rose petal curls falling out of her loose night bun. She padded out silently, still looking at the ground shaking her head. The second she left and the door closed, I stepped over shakily towards Dante. My eyes were dark black and red slits staring at him, I took a deep breath steadying myself. I lifted my hand slowly, brushing the sweat from between his brows away; having them just reappears instantly.
"But it's so cold in here." I said quietly. I wasn't answered, only his soft jerks and whimpers. I stepped away swiftly when Edward bustled in. Edward was just as old as Lucy, and just as short. I knew them as children in villages, I knew their ambitions, and I knew neither of them would ever succeed their dreams in this lifetime. I took them under my wing for their entire lives, I never aged, but every year I pained watching them together older and older...as I stayed the same. He did the same procedures as Lucy, only having more gadgets. I looked to the ground when Dante cried out in pain. I walked over to my side desk, taking my jacket off the chair and my ponytail off the desk. Neither Edward nor Lucy spared me a glance or a peep when I swiftly exited the room, the hallway, and then the house. The night air was bristly and cold against my even colder skin. Like a cat in water it sneered the cold away. Either way I threw on my black leather jacket, straddling my BMW motorcycle. Yes, I had a motorcycle. And yes, I got many complaints for purchasing it, which was quickly hushed under harsh gaze. I thrummed through my country road side, past my horse's stables and my towering long drive through. The roads were winding and long, the same went for the dark alleys I passed that seemed to find their way out of an Anne Rice novel. I finally came to a halt at a specific alleyway. I swung my long thick legs over the side of my bike, pulling it in the shadows. Throwing my helmet to the side I banged on a metal rusty door. I was greeted with cold grey eyes, which quickly were shut back away. The door opened to a large man in leather chaps pulling back the steel door. I nodded my head walking through to the pumping rave music. It was numbed out, but walking down the stairs it only proved to get more alive. The rave went on all night, all day; constant visitors, it was never quiet or empty. Never. And as I pushed open the swinging steel doors I found like always, I was correct. I parted my way through the beat of the crowd, quickly exiting to a side 'No entrance' door. I walked back through many doors, the music now just a whistle in the wind, the bass still wracking the walls numbly. I rapped on the closed wooden door, I heard small footsteps, and large brown puppy eyes were greeted by my large grey eyes. By seeing them, his eyes lit up with a smile. He hugged me tightly, still pulling me into the dimly lit room of the owner's home.
"Where did you go last weekend? You didn't show!" He said with those full glossy lips.
"I had business." I said solemnly, stretching out on his rather enormous four poster bed. He quickly followed me, his long blue colored hair blowing as he strode silently and happily to my side, on his knees.
"I missed you." He said softly, with a full white smile. His girlish face happily glowing with that scent of violet and vanilla. I didn't smile, only wrapped his long blue hair around my index finger. He pushed his cheek into my embrace, purring happily. He opened those large honey eyes to glare at me.
"You smell of…human." He said, following my wrist, then my forearm, and my cheek.
"Human, male." He said softly.
"You reek of 17 year old boy, Jesus Luscious what have you been doing behind my back!" I didn't smile, only grabbed him by his long hair, wrapping it too quickly for his eyes to catch around my fist. He followed my movement, sitting up and getting the gesture to straddle me. He pouted as I pulled.
"He is not a boy." I said coldly, sneering at his smart jealous comment. "And I am not yours." He smiled down at me, his little boyish frame slumped over, while his hair was pulled to the side. I roughly yanked his head down, catching his lips with bruising force. He whimpered into my mouth, which only made me push him harder. His small hands found the front of my jeans, quickly yanking them open he did the same to himself. He roughly sat on me, whimpering at my size, but not slowing in his fast rhythm. I yelled out in his mouth, my head pushing back onto the pillow, as his small bottom bounced on top of my much larger frame. I pulled him up, practically leaping off the four poster bed; I rammed him against the wall, replacing his quick movements with slower ones. His head tilted back and his painful whimpers turned to deep sighs and cries of ecstasy. The moment his head flung backwards, hitting against the wall and his sheepish cry of his orgasm overtook him, I pulled out without mine. I let him fall to the ground, picking him up I laid him roughly on the bed, as he whispered a thank you. I walked down his bright hallway to his bathroom. I closed it shut firmly, while leaning my head against it. I stood like this for many minutes until a small sheepish tapping appeared on the door. Grunting in reply I supposed wasn't enough because he kept knocking.
"What?" I said none too gently.
"Something's wrong with you."
"No." I said coldly.
"You don't just fuck like that and leave. I mean you do, but it's different, you're different tonight, please tell me what's wrong darling."
"Don't call me that." I said too quietly.
"You don't usually mind me calling you that."
"This isn't about you for once." I growled at him roughly.
"Could you just open the damn door so I'm not talking to wood?" He yelled. I yanked open the door, pulling him by the front of his fish net shirt. I slammed the door, throwing him on his large sink. His back hit the mirror with a shuddering force; I was back on him in seconds.
"What do you want!" I hollered in his face. His long blonde true color eyelashes blinked confusedly at me. He smiled boyishly at me, the smile that seemed to soften the worst of men, me being the worse. I let go of his shirt slowly, still towering over him from my height, I kneeled down placing my head against the cold white tile between his legs. His pants still off, I didn't care and neither did he. He picked up my long hair, pulling it behind my ears gingerly.
"Why are you being so rough tonight darling?" I turned from my forehead, so my cheek was pressed against the tile instead.
"You don't like it?" I mumbled coldly.
"Of course I like it; I'm a masochist for you. But it's not you; usually you're not so…dangerous." I looked up at him with this, my large grey eyes holding the softness only he could manage to squeeze out of me. It was those coos and those big honey eyes that did it, I tell you.
"I've a new pet." His smile faltered, but was quickly replaced.
"He's human, about 17, a man."
"A boy." I glared at him, grabbing his thighs and ripping them apart. He cried out in the sudden pain from his bottom being moved so harshly.
"Fine, fine, a man." He sneered, glaring back at me, a playful smile playing on his lips. I could never really hurt him, not unless I knew he'd end up enjoying it. And, yes, he usually did.
"Okay so tell me about this 'man'. What's got you so riled up?" I looked away from him, my black hair long gone from the tight ponytail I encased it in, now shielding my face. He quickly pulled my thick hair back behind my ear, kissing my cheek softly, it made me shake. He took my large hand in his small girlish one.
"Was he beaten?" It didn't sound right when he said it, because he knew everything about me. He knew what I'd been through, and he knew that I knew what 'beaten' really meant. I looked down, nodding slowly.
"Ah, I see." He said slowly, pulling my hunching dark, dark form over to his bright small one. Petting me like you'd coo a frightened child.
"I-I'm scared of him, Strife." I wasn't literally 'scared' of Dante. You had to really know me to understand what I meant when I said it. I was scared maybe; of things he would wake in me. Things that were shut down a long, oh so long time ago, that were never supposed to be open again. Strife was just barely an exception, considering he watched me go through the entire thing. He didn't say anything, only petted my head and tensed back until I wasn't tense any longer. Until my body was numb with 'Strife ease' he could put me in so easily. I wasn't in love with Strife, I was at one point but…it wasn't to be.
Finally after a couple hours of Strife cooing me, easing me into practical unconsciousness I departed when the sun threatened to rise. He kissed me goodnight, told me to visit again. And of course, I would. I straightened my posture right before I walked back out into the dull numb sound of the hallway blocked music. The club was still alive at dawn, where its classic name played in, 'At the Break of Dawn.' I didn't nod to the doorman; I didn't notice the people that flocked around me outside. I left on my bike, not wanting to go back to Dante, but not really having any other reasonable choices.
My head was still thrumming painfully inside my skull; it felt like it was going to burst. At least it was better than earlier, earlier I thought I was going to die. I shakily reached for the glass of water the kind old woman had given me earlier. I gulped it slowly, letting the wetness clear my horribly burning throat. I set it down to only have it fall to the floor.
"Damnit!" I yelled too loudly, I reached down having only to fall to the floor with the bouncing glass cup in shards. I fell to the ground with shards of glass embedded into my palms and stomach. I cried out from the pain, only receiving in pushing my cheek farther into the ground. The door opened behind me to find a stunned Luscious looking back at me. He turned his head to the left a little, a quizzical look on his face.
"I-I fell." I said hoarsely. He started to walk over, "Let me help." As he bent down, taking my arm in his grasp. I hissed pulling away quickly.
"No! I've got it!" I yelped, falling over to only have more glass shards imbed themselves into my thighs. He looked at me coldly before taking me by the waist, holding me in his arms struggling, trying to figure out which way to lay me. He slowly sat me on my bottom, my legs hanging off the bed. My head swam and I leaned back, to actually have my whole upper half of my body fall to the bed. I wiggled, yelping out, "Its okay I can do it."
"Lay still." He said roughly, pulling out a thick piece of glass from my thigh I cried out from the pain.
"Oh! Please don't do that!" I whimpered out through clenched teeth, he was being rough and I didn't know what I did wrong. He paused for a moment, his gently warm hands holding my thigh in his palm.
"I'm s-sorry, I'll be gentler," he said quietly, barely audible. I risked a glance at him to have him staring up at down at me. I nodded slowly, not knowing what his game was. He pulled out another piece slowly, then another and another. Then he moved to my palm, gently rolling it in his hand before quickly removing all the small pieces. He lifted up my shirt as I tried to pull it down.
"No n-no please, please just leave them." I said quietly, desperately trying to push my shirt tail back down. He took both my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head. I squealed doubling my efforts, tears now coming down into my bloody cheeks. He pulled them all out in one swift jerk of his hand to my stomach, I yelped out in pain, but alas they were gone. I cringed when he put the shirt back down on my bleeding abdomen. He slowly let go of my hands, to where I quickly tried sitting up. He shoved my chest back down, but in a sincere gesture.
"Stay lying, I don't want you to black out. You're weak." I whimpered, when my tired body fell once again against the heavenly mattress. His hand brushed my cheek sympathetically before quickly jerking out the pieces. More tears fell, my hand wildly grasped for anything to hold, finding his. He paused immediately, all the glass still in his hand, while his eyes found my hand connected to his. He just stared at it like it was the most important thing in the world. I gripped it tightly before ever noticing he was staring at it. Finally after my breathing relaxed I looked at Luscious, while he stared at my hand, I slowly released his from my tight hold.
"I-I'm sorry, I ju-just got scared-"I finally thought, screw it. Shaking I sat up, scooting at the farthest edge of the bed. I, shakily, lay down, my breathing slowly dying down from the excitement. I glanced back over at him to see him standing, his back turned toward me. His long black hair slightly damp and pulled around his shoulder to run down his chest.
"I'm going to take a shower." He said rather coldly. Confusedly I didn't say anything, didn't know what to say. If he hadn't said it to where the words were maliciously cold, I might've said, 'okay' or something. What was I supposed to say? But apparently, I didn't need to, because he walked straight out. I shook my head, while looking up at the ceiling. I didn't feel like sleeping, my body was just awake now, even though flat out tired was a definite factor. I finally got up, heaving my horribly hurt body to the window ceil. Where I sat quietly, looking out over the moon and the stars, how free they looked. Free. With that last thought I closed my eyes, saying a silent prayer like every night; that I wouldn't wake up in the morning.
I stood in the bounding water as it filtered around me angrily. My hair was super glued to my back as my eyes were shut firmly, trying to get the feel of his small hand out of mine.
"No." I said as my soft angry word got lost in the bundles of water flooding around me.
"Stupid boy." I said, as I turned the water off. I'd been in a while, and I couldn't stand to have that much time to think any longer. I got out angrily, tossing on the pants I'd grabbed in my room. I thought about hitting the boy, maybe slapping him around, anything to get my anger out. It actually brought a smile to my face, just even thinking about hitting him. I tossed my cold hair around my shoulders as I floated down the hallway, practically ripping the door off its hinges in my excitement. I imagined myself looking rather devilish looking, but I didn't care; because as I saw him sitting in the window ceil. I stopped immediately, catching that other worldly hair falling down around his propped up ankles to fall to the floor. His once masculine thighs hugged to him tightly, as his sweet face was pushed against the glass, where he must have been obviously looking out towards. My breath caught in my throat as my feet automatically glided me over to him. His scent captured my senses, rearing me defenseless. I stared at him like he held some dark dangerous secret I had to know, I had to know it. But I had nothing to know, I didn't need anything, nothing 'he' could offer me…or was that what I was really frightened of? He could give me something I wanted, I needed? I looked away from him, shielding myself from him, blocking him from my senses completely. I could kill him, and I would never have to deal with these strange feelings again. I could rip him apart and never have to see his face again. But why don't I want to? Is it wrong; is it wrong to give into these feelings? What would happen if I did? What wouldn't happen? And would I be disappointed in the end? I shook my head physically and mentally, glaring at the boy like he was a disgusting evil thing. And sadly enough, when his small beaten boyish frame came back into my sight, I thought I was the disgusting evil thing. He was just my prey. My mouth softened, my eyes softened, my body slumped as I bent down to pick him up. I carried him effortlessly over to my bed, laying him down slowly as his head slumped over to the side of the pillow. I eased in beside him, letting my wet hair dampen the pillow, the sheets glided over my corpse skin like milk on ice. I touched the side of him, as he lay on his back, and I on my side. I watched him sleep, I watched his small unconscious movements, and I smiled at them. I touched his hair gingerly, like it was something that would hurt me. I petted him slowly, actually scooting closer until my lips were against the top of his head. I pulled my arm around his chest and cradled his small body to me. I made a vow then and there, I had a demon side I could not help, but so God help me no one would hurt him ever again. No one…but me.
I slowly gained consciousness, still drifting into the state where you hear the sounds of the world outside, but you don't want to be in them; the hazy kind of moment where I so deeply loved staying in, and wouldn't mind staying in forever. Too bad that would never happen. My eyes fluttered open, to stare into the coldest grey that would back even a hound down. I gasped, pushing away from him, he didn't reciprocate; he didn't move, only held on tighter. Finally he blinked his eyes a couple of times, and warmth seemed to hit his body, but then it was layered over with ice, making me think of a cake. I stared wide eyed into his large smiling eyes.
"Good morning." He said softly. I wiggled from his grip, my eyes never leaving his as my breathing picked up increasingly.
"P-please, l-let me go." I whimpered, pulling my head away from him as much as possible. He smiled more, one fang slowly coming into view making me gasp; only doubling my efforts. Which were puny and weak to begin with.
"Call me by my name." He said coldly, his smile losing the small amount of warmth it had.
"L-Lusciu-"I stuttered slowly, forgetting completely about calling him his name. He suddenly grasped me tightly, pulling me harshly against the line of his body. I gasped as my mouth was forced against his hard and thick chest. I felt every curve of his body, every inches thick muscle my weak ones were forced to press against. I wiggled and jerked anything to get away from him. I tried yelling, but it was numbly run into by his hard chest. The air conditioning quickly dimished any sound I hoped on making.
Finally I just stopped, let my body go still, and my harsh rugged breathing slow; pressing my tired lips back against the forced spot. I felt his kiss on the top of my head making my whimper, holding onto his waist, any weak leverage to let me go. He bent his head down, where I felt his lips plucking at my ear, which brought forth a quiet unexpected sob.
"Call me by my name." He breathed into my ear, blowing hot air into my ear drum. I blinked confusedly, trying to figure out what he meant. He grabbed me by my chin, forcing my large confused eyes to stare at his; I would've looked away but he wouldn't let me. Right then his knee, found my very very, very sore spot. I gasped unexpectedly, letting the first feelings of slight pain run through my lower half. I opened my mouth, breathing in heavily; afraid.
"No, no, please Luscious no. I-I don't ever, w-want to, to do that again. Please don't, please." I said closing my eyes as memories rang through my brain, and my body.
His movements completely stopped except his breathing into my ear.
"Call me by my name, slave." Everything inside of the room stopped, as if time slowed. All I heard was the whoosh of my eyelashes, and the deep sighs of my breathing. I looked up at him slowly, while the atmosphere came back to normal. I stared into his eyes, those deep grey pools of hate, taking the breath that would inevitably cause me more mental, emotional, and physical pain.
"I can't." I said ever so softly. He stared back at me, the hate in those eyes filling with rage.
"Call me Master, slave." I shook my head slowly, closing my eyes waiting for the inevitable.
"Bend your neck, slave." I opened my eyes, looking into his I complied. I didn't want to get into any more trouble I'd just dug myself into. He moved my hair out of the way, softly.
Laying a gentle kiss on my throat, his breath warmed me, even though my fear was pooling to the surface. He dug into my flesh, ripping through the skin and the muscle making me grab for something. I came to his back, where I hugged tightly to it.
"Ah." I whimpered into the air, lost in time and space; where no one would ever hear them. He drank until my body felt like poisonous lead, my eyes glazed over and my body went cold. Finally he pulled away, which in actuality he pulled up, tearing skin that made me jerk.
"Open your mouth slave." I looked up at him, my vision blurry I shook my head.
"No." I whispered weakly. Something tight wrapped around my jaw, forcing it open. A liquid poured into my mouth, where I spat it out on the bed; pulling all my energy to push away from the unexpected Luscious. I stumbled out of the bed running over to the window where I yanked it open. I stared out into the still dark morning air, closing my eyes I held out my arms where a small smile tugged at my lips. But Luscious swiftly dug his arms around my waist where he yanked me back inside. I pushed away from him, stumbling like a drunk.
"J-just l-leave me alone!" I yelled, which even that sounded pathetic. A hard slap was rendered to my cheek where I fell to my knees, in front of Luscious.
"You will not die, unless I will it. You will not live, unless I will it. Now, call me by my name." I sobbed loudly, looking up at him I gasped for air; where it came in too quickly making me choke it back out. I finally crotched on the floor, my body bent in two where I put my head in my hands; an all too familiar position.
"M-master." I whispered weakly.
"What?" He said coldly. I lifted up, my white hair shielding almost all of my face except for part of my lips and part of my raw left eye. I hunched my head low, trying to concentrate on my long hair curling to the floor in heaps.
"Master." I said plainly, numbly. I watched his legs as he kneeled, I watched the way his hair pooled around mine in the darkest and lightest contrast you've ever seen. He put his fingers underneath my jaw, pulling my head to look at him. I did look at him, my once brilliant alive eyes tired and cold.
"Good boy." My lower lip shook, which caught his eyes, as he watched a large fat tear run down my cheek. He slowly drug his eyes off of it to look back at me. I watched him catch my lips in a breath gasping soft kiss. His eyes stared at mine, rather softly, as mine closed; pretending this wasn't happening. Pretending I wasn't really here, pretending I wasn't scared or shaking. His fingers found the side of my cheek, where he stroked it softly. Trying to soothe my frightened being, which I could've told him, wasn't going to happen. He stood, where he bent down and picked me up in his arms, leading me back to the bed. He laid me down softly, where he scooted in beside me. Pulling my back to him, he wrapped his arms around me, where I felt his body against my small heaving form. He ran his fingers over my stomach repeatedly in a soothing gesture, giving me false security. And that's exactly what it felt like, trying to be soothed one moment, and beaten another. This would be my life. Tell me you love me, and then beat me until I can't breathe. This was my life. I cried silently, I knew Luscious couldn't hear me, they were choked and muffled sobs and cries. Cries no one would ever hear, or ever would be able to help.
I held him tightly against me, my eyes shut as I rubbed him easily, trying to get his choking and sobbing under control. His body shook and rattled under my cool touch, it made me hurt inside to listen to him crying, and to pretend like I didn't care. Because I did care, I thought maybe hurting him would help me with my own problem; to know that the thing, the person giving me these feelings, I could destroy if I chose to. I could cause pain to them, I could break them, I could beat them; this sounds vicious, but it was nothing to what I went through. Nothing and it would never get as bad as to what I went through; never. I closed my eyes, pushing my face into the thick abyss of Dante's white mane. It smelled of the oils and soaps I had in the bathroom, it made me smile thinking of him putting it on.
"You'll come to like me Dante, and if you give into me I can make you feel good. I can make you happy if you won't fight me about it." I whispered into his cold ear. I don't usually invade people's thoughts, especially humans; not because of their own privacy actually, usually just because I didn't care what they thought. But I opened my mind up to Dante; I pushed my barrier down and forced myself into him, penetrating his mind easily and quietly.
'Never. I hate you and I hate myself even more. I hate myself, I hate you, and I fucking hate this!' I stepped out of his mind as fast as I'd entered, I already knew he would say that; but I guess reassurance was better. I held him tightly in my arms, I held him until he went to sleep shaking and crying; and I wanted to die. And at that moment I did, the sun arose and my body went slack, and I died with Dante in my arms.
Just outside the door sat an old friend, smirking as he heard the foolish boy cry.
"Aw, poor baby. The big bad demon's got him caged inside." The ice demon purred, still listening to the rugged breathing of the unconscious Dante, he couldn't feel Luscious because he didn't breath, but his presence in the room was on flames. Any demon could tell where he was located at, at all times. He jealously bit his lip, smiling at all the things he could do to this new toy his master took into possession, if he beat him around carelessly already, he thought he wouldn't mind at all. Yes, he would have much fun indeed.