Marcus Reed

2000 year old Demon Master

[demonmasterarcus]

hound-fromthe-depthsofhell​:

violet didn’t say anything as she looked at Marcus. All she could really do was reach out and almost cling to him. She wanted to be anywhere but where she was. The hound wouldn’t fully admit it, but she as scared. She feared being left alone with the guards in this state. “O-Okay.” Violet hid her face in his chest as if hiding from the world. 

Having the Hellhound nearly hiding against his chest was a surprise, but Marcus kept his arm around her as he led her out to his truck.  After getting her into the passanger seat, he pulled a blanket from the back and place it over her, knowingshe’d be needing warmth to recover.

[demonmasterarcus]

hound-fromthe-depthsofhell​:

“NO! Let me go! Stop!” Fighting as best she could Violet found herself surrounded and dragged by a handful of guards to the solitary confinement section of the slave building. Covered in bruises, broken bones, weak and beaten from her punishment, the hound was tossed inside and locked away. Screaming at the top of her lungs she went between sobbing and cursing. Laying on the floor she felt her body shiver as her eyes burned from the tears. Brandon had thrown her away. After her attempt at attacking him, trying to escape, she was now here. Alone, cold, hurt and tired. Iron from her blood, whimpers and screams from other slaves in the cells, stupid guards laughing, some smoking. Her senses were all messed up. She had done the unthinkable. 

Violet had gone against not only Brandon, but in turn Colombia. When the mistress found out what she had done, it was game over. Curling up in a ball the hound silently cried. She drifted on and off from sleep. Her body ached from the pain that was slowly dying out. How long had she been there? She was not sure. All she knew was Brandon’s words as the guards took her away. No outside time, limited food, and a good beating for what she had done. Though he had beaten her badly in their fight, nearly an inch from her life, the guards wanted in as well. Her body was weak at this point, her mind numb, and emotions scattered. 

It seemed like forever when finally the door opened. Flinching as the guards came in and dragged her out tossing the hound to the floor. Shaking she didn’t bother moving or looking to see who it was. Her arms wrapped around herself as she stared at the floor. “H-Home. I want to go home. S-Sorry. So sorry.” Hiding her face in her hands Violet fell silent as she tried to wrap her head around everything that had happened. Part of her hoped it was Brandon or Colombia, but another part hoped she was just being taken back to the cells. Her thoughts while being trapped had come to twist her mind. She had been abandoned once again. Like in her past Violet was scared and terrified. But this time she had no way of getting herself up. “Food. I-I’m hungry.”

@thornhavenstarters​

After all the chaos that had unfolded in Thorn Haven, Marcus had spent a couple weeks out of town, calling in a few souls and upon his return he saw that hings had returned to a fairly normal pace.  After a few days, he decided to check in on the spunky little hellhound he’d had some fun with before, but was told she was in solitary.  Not a stupid man, he knew what that meant.

When he heard she was being sprung, he ordered the guards to bring her to him.  Given that he enjoyed her spirit, seeing her like this was...unpleasant.  “Come now, Violet, up you go,” he said, offering her a hand to pull her to her feet.  “We’re going to my place for some fun.”  The last bit was said for the guards.  Quietly, near her ear, he murmured, “Let’s get you fed and by the fire, hmmm?”  It was too hot for a fire in his opinion, but he could feel how cool and clammy her skin was and knew it would be appreciated.

[demonmasterarcus]

earthlyeliza​:

“Well thats a relief to hear. I can not say I am or will ever be in the mood to be told to stay at home like some bored housewife. No part? Your home is being attacked and you’re content with standing by?” Eliza asked, her right brow arching before she clicked her tongue, a bit disapprovingly. “Always an excuse to stay on the sidelines, isn’t there?” While her question might sound harsh, it was a genuine one. It baffled her how anyone living in this city with a civilian rank or up could simply sit on their ass and watch, expecting the council to deal with it all on their own. Then again, she was biased, given that her partner were all that was left of the council at the moment. Her returning smile held a little bit of danger to it, the kind that would ward of anyone who might want to mess with her. “Now I wouldn’t want to chip my nails unless I really have to.” 

“I suppose I fill that role better at the moment.  I don’t think any of the individuals running amok are going to ask for a bargain, so my powers aren’t really going to be much help,” he said with a shrug.  He wasn’t a fighter, never had been.  “I don’t blame you, your manicure is quite nice.”

[demonmasterarcus]

earthlyeliza​:

Trying to act casual, the witch manages to wedge the egg into her bag, mostly concealing it from view before turning back to the male and giving him a polite smile as he does not seem upset at their accidental run in. Its not hard to guess what his considering look is for. When slightly stressed Eliza is aware that she quickly obtains the air of someone far more innocent and doe eyed. While in reality that can’t be further from the truth. Of course, this stranger has no idea what she’s capable of. “You’re sweet to show concern, but I assure you I am more than capable of fighting anyone or anything that gets in my way. Besides, we’re long past the time when women stay at home during wartimes. Thank god..” 

A chuckle escaped Marcus.  “My thoughts on avoiding the chaos have nothing to do with your being a woman, I assure you.  I want no part of it myself,” he said, waving a hand at himself.  “Crossroads don’t tend to get involved with the messy bits, you know?”  He could smell the magic on her and smirked.  “Though I suppose a witch wouldn’t need to dirty her hands to defend herself.”

[demonmasterarcus]

[demonmasterarcus]

earthlyeliza​:

The open sky seems to be darkening, fitting the mood all around. The last time there was a city crisis, Eliza was reveling in watching the chaos unfold, fairly new as a citizen. This time around she finds herself worried and concerned for it as a whole, and for the impact the events might have on her loved ones and her business, but also a city she’s come to love. Her pace is brisk and determined, the magic in her veins sizzling as if its power has been turned to max without her consent or knowledge. Out of nowhere, something wheezes down from above, nearly hitting her in the head. “What the hell?” the redhead exclaims. Once the shock of almost being hit in the head passes, her hazel eyes passes over the item on the ground before her. Its too big to be a regular stone, and too big to be a birds egg. The reptilian scales on it prompts the witch to pick it up, staring at it with wonder. 

For a while, its as if she’s rooted in place, studying the item. All sound muted. Then the world roars back to life, and Eliza quickly hugs the egg to her side underneath her cloak, nervous that someone will see it and try to steal it. Hurrying along, the witch is so focused on keeping the egg hidden, that she doesn’t pay attention to the road, bumping right into someone, and feeling the item slip from her hold to land on the ground. Swearing under her breath Eliza bends to pick up the egg. “Sorry, didn’t see you there..” she says to the person she walked into.  

@thornhavenstarters​

“It’s fine, no harm no foul,” Marcus said, tossing aside the fallen branch he had been removing from the sidewalk in front of his property.  He gave the young woman a considering look and asked, “What on Earth are you doing out amidst this chaos.  You don’t have the air of someone looking to fight with the masses.”  He wasn’t looking to fight either, was keeping to his property and watching everything unfold.

[demonmasterarcus]

“Spend a few days out of town on business and come home to find everything has gone wild,” Marcus said,observing the chaos from his porch.

[demonmasterarcus]

hound-fromthe-depthsofhell​:

Violet wandered the rooms and took note of things around the house. It was interesting. She always found the houses matched the people very well. Demons though, always seemed to have some what simple places. Compared to witches at least. “Sure I’ll find something to match the mood.” When she found the cellar Violet looked over the choices. She then grabbed a red wine and made her way back up. Setting the bottle on the counter she made her way over to Marcus and the food. “Look at you. Big demon grilling steak like a suburban dad.”

Marcus approved of her choice of wine and chuckled at her statement.  “In my line of demonic work, it actually helps to look non-threatening or even attractive.  Who’s going to think a hot dad is going to make good and take their soul, hmmm?” he said, then nodded to her steak.  “You want that warmed up or cold?”

[demonmasterarcus]

hound-fromthe-depthsofhell​:

Violet looked out the window as they drove. Ignoring his fingers just to mess with the man. But when they got to his place she wasted no time when giving in. Chuckling as he nipped her lips. Her hands already starting to undo his shirt. But then she paused and kissed his lips. “Food first Mr. hungry.” Grinning she pushed him away gently and made her way through the house to explore.

Her request made him chuckle and Marcus set her down.  “Have a look around,” he offered, making his own way to the kitchen.  “Wine and liquor are down in the wine cellar, if you want to go pick something.”  In the kitchen, he pulled a pair of steaks from the fridge and some corn and opened the door to the back deck, lighting the grill to cook the corn and steaks, though he wouldn’t throw Violet’s on the grill yet as she had said she liked it raw.

[demonmasterarcus]

hound-fromthe-depthsofhell​:

“Both. But I think wine or whiskey go best with a fire.” The feeling of his finger collecting blood from her skin was in that moment slightly erotic. But then his finger in his mouth was even better. She was going to need a blood bath soon. Licking at his bottom lip she growled and grinned. Tonight was going to be fun. 

As they drove back to his house, Marcus let his hand land on Violet’s leg, fingers moving in little circles.  When they finally got to the place, he snagged her around the waist, lifting her as he pulled her close and pressing his lips to hers, nipping at the blood stained lips.

[esmebheriya]

demonmasterarcus​:

He chuckled at her.  “I do so love it when they get that look in their eyes,” he said.  “When they feel something but don’t understand why the hair on the back of their necks prickle when I pass.”

“It’s instinct. Strangely enough, human’s tend to ignore that feeling when it’s how they could survive.” While she could smell it in the air, she never liked to presume what type of creature she was dealing with unless they revealed it themselves. “And are you the type of thing that goes bump in the dark? I bet you’re in all their childhood nightmares.” 

[demonmasterarcus]

She was so right.  Humans seemed to be less and less aware of their instinctual warning systems as the years went on.  A smile quirking up the corner of his mout, he gestured to himself.  “I don’t need to go bump, they usually come to me...ore rather call me to them at a Crossroads.  I’m not so...obvious as to be in their nightmares, I’m the danger they ask for.”

[hound-fromthe-depthsofhell]

demonmasterarcus‌: 

“Raw it is for the lady.”  Between the two of them, it was quick work to get the remains into the large rubbermaid tote and give the local pigs a treat.  Then they made their way back to Marcus’s home.

As they left the body for the pigs Violet couldn’t help the grin on her face as she looked over the blood on her. “Perhaps some good drinks too. After all this is a little bit of a celebration.” The hound was just giddy from the kill. She would need to do this more often.

[demonmasterarcus]

“Are you a wine or hard liquor sort of hellhound?” he asked, knowing he had a wonderful selection of both tucked away in his wine cellar.  He dragged a finger through a drip of blood that was creeping down her neck and brought it to his lips, humming as he tasted the fear and panic of the man.  

[esmebheriya]

demonmasterarcus‌:

“There’s plenty of romance and drama to be had in life.  I prefer a read that makes me think,” he said, then smiled at her statement.  “Very true.  Willfull ignorance is a lot less terrifying for humans than knowing they’re not the Apex they think they are.”

“Ah, but I think many lack that in life so that’s why they go to books. Romance is harder to find than you’d think.” You could have love and sex and everything in between without romance being present. All books were a form of escapism for the person reading them. “I think most of them are aware that they aren’t but they seem to be blissful ignoring that fact,” she agreed. The amount of times she had seen human’s jump at the slightest sound at night was rather hilarious. 

[demonmasterarcus]

He chuckled at her.  “I do so love it when they get that look in their eyes,” he said.  “When they feel something but don’t understand why the hair on the back of their necks prickle when I pass.”

[demonmasterarcus]

“I do agree. I think dinner would be lovely. Raw meat always has more flavor.” Her body pressed closer as the fingers moved. “Shall we go? You shouldn’t keep a lady waiting for such a delightful treat.”

“Raw it is for the lady.”  Between the two of them, it was quick work to get the remains into the large rubbermaid tote and give the local pigs a treat.  Then they made their way back to Marcus’s home.

[demonmasterarcus]

“It’s more of a complex read albeit an interesting one. Most just prefer to read something with a bit of romance and drama,” she admitted with a small laugh. “Plenty of people are still that ignorant of the world around them. It’s an easier pill to swallow than realising that you’re at the bottom of the food chain,” Esme replied. Having been at the bottom of that food chain when she was younger, she knew what that fear and realisation could do to a person.

“There’s plenty of romance and drama to be had in life.  I prefer a read that makes me think,” he said, then smiled at her statement.  “Very true.  Willfull ignorance is a lot less terrifying for humans than knowing they’re not the Apex they think they are.”

[demonmasterarcus]

“Something I do actually miss about hell. The deathly heat waves.” Nodding Violet kissed his cheek. A half bloody print left there. “Yes I could eat anything right about now….” The hell hound pressed closer as she moved her blood stained locks from her face.

Marcus let his fingers dance down the line of Violet’s spine.  “Good thing we can make our own heat here when we need it,” he mused.  “Nothing gets the blood pumping like a hunt, followed by a rare steak and a fire, yes?”

[demonmasterarcus]

The book rang a bell right away and Esme’s smile softened slightly. “Ah yes, Mr Reed I presume?” she replied, recalling seeing that order come in. “It’s an interesting choice. I have to admit, we don’t normally carry it considering it’s not often sought after.” Ducking under the counter, she looked at the labelled books that were waiting to be collecting. “Ah here it is,” she said, placing it before him to look over.

“No, I don’t imagine it’s anyone’s idea of an enjoyable read,” he chuckled, accepting the book and opening the cover.  “I just find it fascinating, the human take on the history of the world.  The willful ignorance that demons and magic exist.  It’s intriguing.”