The Demon Urian

@demonurian

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demonurian:

Urian listened carefully, despite already removing the pink-and-white, eared, hat from his head and carelessly dropping it to the ground (to the salesmam’s dissmay) only to pick an over sized, rainbow, beanie. It had a picture of a black swirl over the rainbow stitching. He looked to Abraham with an incredulous look and set it down again to start walking once more.

As the vampire came to a conclusion he raised a single brow. “You burnt the book.” He repeated bemusedly, a chuckle in his voice. The demon rose their held hands and placed a kiss to Abraham’s gently. “So what, exactly, is your question?”

Abraham gave an odd smile as he picked up and dusted off the rejected hat before taking his own off and returning it to catch up with Urian and taking his hand again. There is no reason to let this derail the day. Smiling softly at the kiss.

“Did I somehow manage to curse myself? Is that why everyone I love dies badly?”

The question surprised him, to say the least. He looked to Abraham again as they walked, lacing their fingers together gently but securely; a gentle squeeze given to assure him the day was dar from ruined. At least, he hoped it was assuring enough. "Only if you think you did." he paused a moment in speech to think. "It IS possible such a curse could be enacted if the book was destroyed in any way, normally an insurance policy thats used by people promised that a loved one would be cared for, if that makes sense?"

demonurian:

Urian laughed a short brief laugh and gave the other’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Every one has a price for everything. Im sure if I beed to, I can find his…..or make him one.” he gave a one shoulder shrug. “i just dont know if its worth my time…our time.” he looked back to Abraham.

“I honestly do not mind. Ever since you showed me that Soul Stone last year I have been curious about your work.’

Blue eyes shifted gaze nervously for a moment, focusing on this or that before returning to his demon.

“By reputation alone, you must know that I can be prone to the weakness of wrath. It’s actually something that I have been meaning to ask you about but it keeps slipping my mind. But, ya, know… You’re the professional here. This seems to be a matter for your Best Judgment. Either way, it’s fine with me.”

By this point, they had passed the butcher boothand Urian had stopped at a more innocent hat booth, picking uo a tall purple top hat, the band a bright neon lime green with a yellow floresent feather sticking out. And where did he put that hat? Right on top of Abraham’s head, a smirk on his face even as he said, “What did you want to ask? Go ahead.”

He grinned a rather goofy smile at the hat and chuckled, quickly looking for one to return the favor. he settled on a Hello Kitty hat with long pink side straps to plant on his friend’s head.

“I… umm.. It was the act of an angry, grieving child…. The larger part of my mind isn’t superstitious enough to give it much thought.,.. but it was always in the back of my mind… When I was nine and Father told me that our family…. we were being slowly devoured by vampires… Aunt and Uncle, Mother… I’ve since learned that such actions as the one I took are 50/50 if they mean anything….

He needed to stop stumbling through it and say it.

“This is not something that I like to admit outloud, but when I made my vow to “kill” all the vampires, I illustrated my commitment to it by burning Step-Mother’s bible.”

Urian listened carefully, despite already removing the pink-and-white, eared, hat from his head and carelessly dropping it to the ground (to the salesmam's dissmay) only to pick an over sized, rainbow, beanie. It had a picture of a black swirl over the rainbow stitching. He looked to Abraham with an incredulous look and set it down again to start walking once more.

As the vampire came to a conclusion he raised a single brow. "You burnt the book." He repeated bemusedly, a chuckle in his voice. The demon rose their held hands and placed a kiss to Abraham's gently. "So what, exactly, is your question?"

demonurian:

Urian laughed a short brief laugh and gave the other’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Every one has a price for everything. Im sure if I beed to, I can find his…..or make him one.” he gave a one shoulder shrug. “i just dont know if its worth my time…our time.” he looked back to Abraham.

“I honestly do not mind. Ever since you showed me that Soul Stone last year I have been curious about your work.’

Blue eyes shifted gaze nervously for a moment, focusing on this or that before returning to his demon.

“By reputation alone, you must know that I can be prone to the weakness of wrath. It’s actually something that I have been meaning to ask you about but it keeps slipping my mind. But, ya, know… You’re the professional here. This seems to be a matter for your Best Judgment. Either way, it’s fine with me.”

By this point, they had passed the butcher boothand Urian had stopped at a more innocent hat booth, picking uo a tall purple top hat, the band a bright neon lime green with a yellow floresent feather sticking out. And where did he put that hat? Right on top of Abraham's head, a smirk on his face even as he said, "What did you want to ask? Go ahead."

Urian stroked his thumb over the mark on Abraham’s hand, just above his thumb, lazily. it had been a spot he had bit a little too hard on accident the night prior, and the nearly vanished scar was treated with unabashed affection while the two walked hand inhand through the Los Angeles shops Urian had brought them to for the day.

His eyes scanned the market lazily as they passed a particularly pungent butchery stall. The corpses dangling in the front, for show, were all fresh in appearance and glistening, but there certainly were some stale pieces in the back. Amongst some other things, hell knew what, that stank in a way Urian was sure was illegal.

Abraham followed Urian’s lead with a soft smile. He thought it was kind of cute how Urian had been so apologetic about such a minor scar, though he was quietly appreciative if the gesture. ‘

Passing shops hand in hand with his Demon, he came to appreciate just how Los Angeles had gained it’s reputation. But then they came to a store that - at first - seemed rather normal to him. It took him a moment to remember that Butchers were not nearly as common as they had once boon, and certianly not on the west coast.

Urian it had certianly drawn Urian’s attention so he stopped. “What is it?”

As Abraham paused, blue eyes shifted to him and his mind snapped back to focus from whatever he had been thinking about. He looked back to the butchery, the butcher himself currently away somewhere. “I think he has something I need for a client.” he said almost absently. “Normally that…” an pause. “fresh roses and death smell that funerals used to don isnt as common unless you wanna hide something.” a small smirk appeared on his face. “And I know some one who would pay a pretty penny if I brought it for him.”

He nodded with a soft “Ooooo..” Abraham returned his attention to the shop and the more he studied it, there were little things that hinted at the sort who sold blood out the back.

“I am a work-a-holic myself so I get it. I don’t mind. If you need a distraction, I can try buying blood off him?”

Urian laughed a short brief laugh and gave the other's hand a gentle squeeze. "Every one has a price for everything. Im sure if I beed to, I can find his.....or make him one." he gave a one shoulder shrug. "i just dont know if its worth my time...our time." he looked back to Abraham.

Urian stroked his thumb over the mark on Abraham’s hand, just above his thumb, lazily. it had been a spot he had bit a little too hard on accident the night prior, and the nearly vanished scar was treated with unabashed affection while the two walked hand inhand through the Los Angeles shops Urian had brought them to for the day.

His eyes scanned the market lazily as they passed a particularly pungent butchery stall. The corpses dangling in the front, for show, were all fresh in appearance and glistening, but there certainly were some stale pieces in the back. Amongst some other things, hell knew what, that stank in a way Urian was sure was illegal.

Abraham followed Urian’s lead with a soft smile. He thought it was kind of cute how Urian had been so apologetic about such a minor scar, though he was quietly appreciative if the gesture. ‘

Passing shops hand in hand with his Demon, he came to appreciate just how Los Angeles had gained it’s reputation. But then they came to a store that - at first - seemed rather normal to him. It took him a moment to remember that Butchers were not nearly as common as they had once boon, and certianly not on the west coast.

Urian it had certianly drawn Urian’s attention so he stopped. “What is it?”

As Abraham paused, blue eyes shifted to him and his mind snapped back to focus from whatever he had been thinking about. He looked back to the butchery, the butcher himself currently away somewhere. "I think he has something I need for a client." he said almost absently. "Normally that..." an pause. "fresh roses and death smell that funerals used to don isnt as common unless you wanna hide something." a small smirk appeared on his face. "And I know some one who would pay a pretty penny if I brought it for him."

Urian stroked his thumb over the mark on Abraham's hand, just above his thumb, lazily. it had been a spot he had bit a little too hard on accident the night prior, and the nearly vanished scar was treated with unabashed affection while the two walked hand inhand through the Los Angeles shops Urian had brought them to for the day.

His eyes scanned the market lazily as they passed a particularly pungent butchery stall. The corpses dangling in the front, for show, were all fresh in appearance and glistening, but there certainly were some stale pieces in the back. Amongst some other things, hell knew what, that stank in a way Urian was sure was illegal.

#itsanemptytomb #i need an rp #i havent felt this type of loneliness in a long time #i think i need a muse

"I think you have frostbite." ~[Urian]~

Adam almost laughed.

“They don’t make boots like they use to. I still dont know what we’re doing out here,”

The demon finished off the last of his cigarette, flicking it away into the snow. “A little bit of collections. Call it a Christmas gift.” He provided, eyes scanning the generally flat horizon, snow being the only exception.

He debated hitting Urian with a snow ball. Note to self… overnight a dildo off amazon.

“Is this because I got you a dildo for christmas?”

The demon seemed less than amused. He looked to Adam, frowning softly as he wondered if the other was serious or not. His eyes momentarily flashed black before returning to normal once more and he sighed shaking his head and pulling an odd black ball from within his coat pocket. "Keep this in your room. Disguise it. Don't let Henry see it. You know how that idiot gets around troubling memories. If he finds it, tell him you got it in some black market or something. If he knows I went back, he'll kill me. Got it? Good." He paused, retracting the ball before Adam could touch it. "He HAS told you everything that happened to him, right?" He asked quietly. "Cause when you touch this thing bare handed you're gunna see it all."

"I think you have frostbite." ~[Urian]~

Adam almost laughed.

“They don’t make boots like they use to. I still dont know what we’re doing out here,”

The demon finished off the last of his cigarette, flicking it away into the snow. "A little bit of collections. Call it a Christmas gift." He provided, eyes scanning the generally flat horizon, snow being the only exception.

Cold Starters

"Here, have my jacket"

"Do we have any more blankets?"

"I think I/you have frostbite"

"You're shivering"

"It's not that cold"

"Let's get a fire going"

"Just think warm thoughts"

"We're snowed in"

"Do you want to build a snowman?"

"Your lips are turning blue"

"I can't feel my feet"

"Make sure you bring a jacket"

"I'm so cold, I can't stop shivering"

demonurian:

Urian gave him a curious look. “Waking dream?” He pondered, gently pressing his 👄 to the vampires forhead lovingly, arms encircling him. “Hmm, leave it to you to have something ready for such a thing.” He chuckled a small bit, teasing yet clearly appreciating it.

“Someone once told me to always have a back up plan. Over time it has become always have a plan.’

Abraham hummed lightly at the kiss.

“My subconscious mind can sometimes have trouble telling my conscious mind things. It can lead to some bizarre dreams. Though this one… it was too bizarre. Not at like the ones that really mean something….’

“I foresaw my own death once; walking the halls of the White House to the sounds of sobbing and asking who has died, no one would look at me. Finally the Honor Guard standing by the coffin said that the president had been assassinated. I looked and saw myself… and years before I knew about Adam and his Eden I had dreamed of a vampire hive in an endless southern mansion.

“It in was the same dream that I knew Henry would turn me, no matter how I tried to convince him otherwise. I still remember what Dream-Henry said… “It is your purpose to free men from tyranny, Abraham,” he said. “And to do so, you must die.” I knew the only way that Henry would ever hurt me would be to turn me. He would have a roll to play to play in my death, but he would not be the one to kill me, so it must be a momentary betrayal of the trust of the trust that any mortal must give to call a vampire a friend…

“This recent one… this new dream… it was far too fantastical where the others were grounded in the realities of this world it wasn’t. But felt the same… nothing made sense though.

“I’m sorry, I’m rambling and you need clothes…”

Urian chuckled a little at the realization of the other’s own rambling. His hand slid up to pull Abraham tight, a clear indication he wasn’t quite ready to separate just yet. The demon fell silent for a moment as he mulled a few things over in his own mind.

What he mulled wasn’t quite clear, but what was, was his refusal to loosen his grip. Once he snapped back into current, he looked to the other. “What happened in this fantastical situation?”

He took a sip of the super-beer.

“I was transformed into a cat. A collar with a bell that made it hard to hear anything. The house wasn’t a good one though, an animal hoarder during WW2. I think it was the Second War. It must have been for the explosions and rumbling… Rationing meant the family couldn’t feed themselves let alone us. So the cats that couldn’t get out of the house, escape, fought and ate each other.

“The man tried to make a sport of it, trying to guess which cat would win the fight…something, it must have been a bomb, knocked down a wall and we got out. Nothing in the world seemed right though. None of the people had the same skin color, shades of green or purple, butterflies had skulls on their wings, houses were made of glass. Birds were tiny biological airplanes.

“It wigged me out for a day or so, but it was just a dream. If you are so in need for a distraction we can go out? See a movie?”

Urian laughed softly, his finger strok8ng down Abraham’s cheek to tilt his chin up gently. “Cant I just be curious?” He asked with amusement in his voice, leaning in to steal one more kiss briefly. “I missed you… hearing your stories is making this,” he lifted a hand and used his other hand to tilt a finger back further than it should go, significantly proving he was still injured and healing. Sure enough, as he straightened his finger again and wrapped his arm around Abraham once more, it snapped and crackedd as the bones fused and healed. “hurt significantly less.”

Abraham winced and took Urian’s hand in both of his own as if to sooth away any pain but let it slip away and leaned into the touch.

“For starters, might I suggest not doing that? Or.. I don’t know an Advil? Well, if you want stories, you’ve come to the right man… Once I get started you’ll have a hard time shutting me up.”

Urian smiled a tiny bit as he felt the warmth of the other's hands around his. It took a split moment or two before he realized what he was feeling and hjow little sense that made. He glanced to their hands, the registration of his brain's trick upon itself processing. The gentle and loving caress had made him feel warm, even if there was no actual warmth to it.

"Is that a fact?"

demonurian:

Urian gave him a curious look. “Waking dream?” He pondered, gently pressing his 👄 to the vampires forhead lovingly, arms encircling him. “Hmm, leave it to you to have something ready for such a thing.” He chuckled a small bit, teasing yet clearly appreciating it.

“Someone once told me to always have a back up plan. Over time it has become always have a plan.’

Abraham hummed lightly at the kiss.

“My subconscious mind can sometimes have trouble telling my conscious mind things. It can lead to some bizarre dreams. Though this one… it was too bizarre. Not at like the ones that really mean something….’

“I foresaw my own death once; walking the halls of the White House to the sounds of sobbing and asking who has died, no one would look at me. Finally the Honor Guard standing by the coffin said that the president had been assassinated. I looked and saw myself… and years before I knew about Adam and his Eden I had dreamed of a vampire hive in an endless southern mansion.

“It in was the same dream that I knew Henry would turn me, no matter how I tried to convince him otherwise. I still remember what Dream-Henry said… “It is your purpose to free men from tyranny, Abraham,” he said. “And to do so, you must die.” I knew the only way that Henry would ever hurt me would be to turn me. He would have a roll to play to play in my death, but he would not be the one to kill me, so it must be a momentary betrayal of the trust of the trust that any mortal must give to call a vampire a friend…

“This recent one… this new dream… it was far too fantastical where the others were grounded in the realities of this world it wasn’t. But felt the same… nothing made sense though.

“I’m sorry, I’m rambling and you need clothes…”

Urian chuckled a little at the realization of the other’s own rambling. His hand slid up to pull Abraham tight, a clear indication he wasn’t quite ready to separate just yet. The demon fell silent for a moment as he mulled a few things over in his own mind.

What he mulled wasn’t quite clear, but what was, was his refusal to loosen his grip. Once he snapped back into current, he looked to the other. “What happened in this fantastical situation?”

He took a sip of the super-beer.

“I was transformed into a cat. A collar with a bell that made it hard to hear anything. The house wasn’t a good one though, an animal hoarder during WW2. I think it was the Second War. It must have been for the explosions and rumbling… Rationing meant the family couldn’t feed themselves let alone us. So the cats that couldn’t get out of the house, escape, fought and ate each other.

“The man tried to make a sport of it, trying to guess which cat would win the fight…something, it must have been a bomb, knocked down a wall and we got out. Nothing in the world seemed right though. None of the people had the same skin color, shades of green or purple, butterflies had skulls on their wings, houses were made of glass. Birds were tiny biological airplanes.

“It wigged me out for a day or so, but it was just a dream. If you are so in need for a distraction we can go out? See a movie?”

Urian laughed softly, his finger strok8ng down Abraham's cheek to tilt his chin up gently. "Cant I just be curious?" He asked with amusement in his voice, leaning in to steal one more kiss briefly. "I missed you... hearing your stories is making this," he lifted a hand and used his other hand to tilt a finger back further than it should go, significantly proving he was still injured and healing. Sure enough, as he straightened his finger again and wrapped his arm around Abraham once more, it snapped and crackedd as the bones fused and healed. "hurt significantly less."

demonurian:

Urian gave him a curious look. “Waking dream?” He pondered, gently pressing his 👄 to the vampires forhead lovingly, arms encircling him. “Hmm, leave it to you to have something ready for such a thing.” He chuckled a small bit, teasing yet clearly appreciating it.

“Someone once told me to always have a back up plan. Over time it has become always have a plan.’

Abraham hummed lightly at the kiss.

“My subconscious mind can sometimes have trouble telling my conscious mind things. It can lead to some bizarre dreams. Though this one… it was too bizarre. Not at like the ones that really mean something….’

“I foresaw my own death once; walking the halls of the White House to the sounds of sobbing and asking who has died, no one would look at me. Finally the Honor Guard standing by the coffin said that the president had been assassinated. I looked and saw myself… and years before I knew about Adam and his Eden I had dreamed of a vampire hive in an endless southern mansion.

“It in was the same dream that I knew Henry would turn me, no matter how I tried to convince him otherwise. I still remember what Dream-Henry said… “It is your purpose to free men from tyranny, Abraham,” he said. “And to do so, you must die.” I knew the only way that Henry would ever hurt me would be to turn me. He would have a roll to play to play in my death, but he would not be the one to kill me, so it must be a momentary betrayal of the trust of the trust that any mortal must give to call a vampire a friend…

“This recent one… this new dream… it was far too fantastical where the others were grounded in the realities of this world it wasn’t. But felt the same… nothing made sense though.

“I’m sorry, I’m rambling and you need clothes…”

Urian chuckled a little at the realization of the other's own rambling. His hand slid up to pull Abraham tight, a clear indication he wasn't quite ready to separate just yet. The demon fell silent for a moment as he mulled a few things over in his own mind.

What he mulled wasn't quite clear, but what was, was his refusal to loosen his grip. Once he snapped back into current, he looked to the other. "What happened in this fantastical situation?"

demonurian:

Urian reached over and pulled Abraham to himself, hugging him tightly to himself only to release him a moment later with a small but warm smile. “Im alright, really… Look, most of my wounds are gone.”

He settled into Urian’s hug and gladly returning it, the mental worry for both Urian and Henry slipping away.

“Tv and beer it is then… I’ve got some of the the sam adams banned beer. It’s too strong for most states. I am immensely glad that you are well though worried that your recovery might be too fast. Wearing yourself out cant be good.”

Urianlaughed softly, his grin warm despite the blood still spattered on his face. “I was in hell for a few years…I had enough time to recooperate my energy some.” He assured, demonstrating by forming a strange ball of reddish black energy in hand before letting it vanish again, chuckling. “It’ll be a few days before I finish recooperating 100%, as well as licking my pride, but I’m alright…” He ran his fingers along the other’s cheek caressingly.

He chuckled as he watched Urian’s ball. Abraham took his hand and led him to the living room.

“I have to admit that I am slightly envious of your ability to heal. You seem to be more robust than even those radioactive cockroaches.’ he was kidding around as he fished out the copper bottles and glasses.

“A few days TLC is all it takes to recover from death… it took me a month to pull off the same trick. But… if a few days rest is what you need then that is what you are going to get.”

Urian smiled a little, his hand refusing to let go of Abraham’s for the moment. It was only a moment, though, and he soon released him as they got to the living room, settling on the couch. The demon took his glass and sipped it with a more than content hum. “ Have you been safe?”

Abraham smiled as he joined Urian leaning close.

“Yeah. Halloween in Oper is interesting…the locals burn dolls and scarecrows the night before but nothing out of the ordinary happened. I’m afraid to say that a vampires life can be pretty boring at times.”

askhenrysturges

Urian chuckled and wrapped an arm around him, pulling the other close. A sigh escaped him and he closed his eyes, the truth behind his drowsiness hitting him tiredly. “I should get a change of clothes from home…” He sighed, clearly not wanting to.

“Well…. There was a waking dream that freaked me out, but it was only a dream. And I have clothes for you. It’s weird… I know, but it never hurts to think ahead.”

Urian gave him a curious look. "Waking dream?" He pondered, gently pressing his lips to the vampires forhead lovingly, arms encircling him. "Hmm, leave it to you to have something ready for such a thing." He chuckled a small bit, teasing yet clearly appreciating it.

demonurian:

Urian reached over and pulled Abraham to himself, hugging him tightly to himself only to release him a moment later with a small but warm smile. “Im alright, really… Look, most of my wounds are gone.”

He settled into Urian’s hug and gladly returning it, the mental worry for both Urian and Henry slipping away.

“Tv and beer it is then… I’ve got some of the the sam adams banned beer. It’s too strong for most states. I am immensely glad that you are well though worried that your recovery might be too fast. Wearing yourself out cant be good.”

Urianlaughed softly, his grin warm despite the blood still spattered on his face. “I was in hell for a few years…I had enough time to recooperate my energy some.” He assured, demonstrating by forming a strange ball of reddish black energy in hand before letting it vanish again, chuckling. “It’ll be a few days before I finish recooperating 100%, as well as licking my pride, but I’m alright…” He ran his fingers along the other’s cheek caressingly.

He chuckled as he watched Urian’s ball. Abraham took his hand and led him to the living room.

“I have to admit that I am slightly envious of your ability to heal. You seem to be more robust than even those radioactive cockroaches.’ he was kidding around as he fished out the copper bottles and glasses.

“A few days TLC is all it takes to recover from death… it took me a month to pull off the same trick. But… if a few days rest is what you need then that is what you are going to get.”

Urian smiled a little, his hand refusing to let go of Abraham’s for the moment. It was only a moment, though, and he soon released him as they got to the living room, settling on the couch. The demon took his glass and sipped it with a more than content hum. “ Have you been safe?”

Abraham smiled as he joined Urian leaning close.

“Yeah. Halloween in Oper is interesting…the locals burn dolls and scarecrows the night before but nothing out of the ordinary happened. I’m afraid to say that a vampires life can be pretty boring at times.”

askhenrysturges

Urian chuckled and wrapped an arm around him, pulling the other close. A sigh escaped him and he closed his eyes, the truth behind his drowsiness hitting him tiredly. "I should get a change of clothes from home..." He sighed, clearly not wanting to.

demonurian:

Urian reached over and pulled Abraham to himself, hugging him tightly to himself only to release him a moment later with a small but warm smile. “Im alright, really… Look, most of my wounds are gone.”

He settled into Urian’s hug and gladly returning it, the mental worry for both Urian and Henry slipping away.

“Tv and beer it is then… I’ve got some of the the sam adams banned beer. It’s too strong for most states. I am immensely glad that you are well though worried that your recovery might be too fast. Wearing yourself out cant be good.”

Urianlaughed softly, his grin warm despite the blood still spattered on his face. “I was in hell for a few years…I had enough time to recooperate my energy some.” He assured, demonstrating by forming a strange ball of reddish black energy in hand before letting it vanish again, chuckling. “It’ll be a few days before I finish recooperating 100%, as well as licking my pride, but I’m alright…” He ran his fingers along the other’s cheek caressingly.

He chuckled as he watched Urian’s ball. Abraham took his hand and led him to the living room.

“I have to admit that I am slightly envious of your ability to heal. You seem to be more robust than even those radioactive cockroaches.’ he was kidding around as he fished out the copper bottles and glasses.

“A few days TLC is all it takes to recover from death… it took me a month to pull off the same trick. But… if a few days rest is what you need then that is what you are going to get.”

Urian smiled a little, his hand refusing to let go of Abraham's for the moment. It was only a moment, though, and he soon released him as they got to the living room, settling on the couch. The demon took his glass and sipped it with a more than content hum. " Have you been safe?"

demonurian:

Urian reached over and pulled Abraham to himself, hugging him tightly to himself only to release him a moment later with a small but warm smile. “Im alright, really… Look, most of my wounds are gone.”

He settled into Urian’s hug and gladly returning it, the mental worry for both Urian and Henry slipping away.

“Tv and beer it is then… I’ve got some of the the sam adams banned beer. It’s too strong for most states. I am immensely glad that you are well though worried that your recovery might be too fast. Wearing yourself out cant be good.”

Urianlaughed softly, his grin warm despite the blood still spattered on his face. "I was in hell for a few years...I had enough time to recooperate my energy some." He assured, demonstrating by forming a strange ball of reddish black energy in hand before letting it vanish again, chuckling. "It'll be a few days before I finish recooperating 100%, as well as licking my pride, but I'm alright..." He ran his fingers along the other's cheek caressingly.

A blood bath

It was midnight when the smell of blood wafted through the entire house. Every vampire–be it stray, freshborn, ancient visitor or just blood or flesh hungry demon, was starting to collect in the room it came from. Every single underworld being knew what it was, but WHERE was a whole other story.

Blue eyes glanced up at the only thing hiding him and certain death (or at least a fight he didn’t want right now) and he knew surely he would be forgiven for what he need do. The demon glanced at the only thing sepe rating them and the hungry creatures before him. He reached up and, with some of what was left of his energy, a knife formed. He ran the blade across the vampire in his arm’s wrist, his own black eyes watching blood rush forth. He glanced up at the padded door and, using the very last of his energy, he vanished.

The demon knew there was only one place to go. He needed to get to Abraham’s. And that was how Abe ended up with anappearing dead demon in his bathtub, a mixture of his own and Henry’s blood covering him head to toe. The demon had no pulse and was unconscious the second he appeared. And he would remain that way for a good hour before, finally, the first sign of life came to him. As his eyes opened, his heart restarted and he began breathing again, however weakly. The worst of his wounds began healing (albeit bleeding again as his heart pumped once more) and he groaned softly.

The sudden explosion of smell coming from his bathroom drew a combination of languages from him. English mixed with German and Russian - none of which were particularly nice words - in a series of garbled strings as he stopped what he had been doing and ran for the smell.

From far more playful times he knew what Urian’s blood smelled like. From sparing, fighting and hunting he knew the scent of Henry’s blood very well. Perhaps most importantly he knew what a corpse looked like. There had been a fight, vicious and brutal, and His Maker had killed the demon… another string of variously not nice words in multiple languages before the memory of reading those demon books came back to him. Urian could not be killed by any ordinary combat. Wasn’t that why everyone in Hell was so afraid of him?

Abraham turned on the shower, hot as it would go, both to heat Urian up and wash off what blood could be washed off then sat down to wait. He set his phone on multi window view - both a music app and a timer app showed side by side. He would be there when Urian came to, and couldn’t help but to want to time it, the stories were wildly different, after all.

At the smell of fresher blood he turned off the shower and grabbed towels to staunch the bleeding and dry him off. A mental note for the timer of when his heart started…still seemed mostly out of it, though.

“Urian?”

Death was always fun. Coming back FROM death was even more fun. The voice that greeted him, however, made all of it worth-while. A half smile formed and he immediately relaxed a slight bit; he was safe. “Yeah, hey…” He mumbled warmly. “M’here. M’alright.” He added softly. “Sorry for the sudden appearance. I must look like shit.” Amusement rang through his tired voice, even as he flinched, shifting slowly to sit up more.

“Fffuuuccckkk.” He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face and looking to Abraham. “I didn’t land, like, on a cat or something did I?” He joked, looking to the other.

Abraham couldn’t help the smile and the relieved sigh.

‘I haven’t tried to move you so I dont know. I have to admit that I am not accustomed to a corpse magically appearing in my bathtub, though I am very glad you came back to life. Easy… take it slowly. Do you need any food or drink?”

Urian groaned softly at the word “corpse” and realizing what it must have seemed for the other. “I’m sorry…” He sighed, sitting up slowly and offering a half smirk. “I’m alright. Don’t worry.” The demon leaned over and stole a kiss, oblivious to the fact he may just have hos own hyper addictive blood on his lips.

The taste of demonic blood was unlike anything he had had before. It set him alight in almost the same way cocaine had, only far more intense. This could be bad later on… blood…

“Do I want to know why you were covered in Henry’s blood? Obviously, there was a fight between you two, but the circumstances and the outcome. Do I want to know? Adam has gone quiet, he’s dropped off of vampire radar, if H was dead that wouldn’t be happening, Adam would be burning things to the ground…

“But you showed up here, no heartbeat, not breathing, gray-blue and with more holes than swiss-cheese. What do you need?”

Urian didn’t answer at first, the line of questioning sending his mind reeling for the moment. He looked to the other for a moment, frowning as he tried to remember exactly what had happened. He shook his head with a deep frown. “He’ s okay.” He said quickly. “Actually, he’s back at Eden now, but I really don’t recommend seeing him for a few days; he’s not in good shape…” the demon paused.

“Nothing happened between us… I know how important he is to you, so I trailed him… After a while, he disappeared. And then he summoned me. He needed something. It became a regular thing, him summoning me for help. So, when he didn’t, i tracked him with some help of a contact. And, when I found him, I took him home to Eden. But, the state he was in, he didn’t realize it was me. Anyway, we fought our way out and yeah here I am.”

Abraham nodded and smiled. He wanted it to be true and his mind was still swimming with the effects of Urian’s bloody kiss.

“Well, lets get you fixed up…”

Urian reached over and pulled Abraham to himself, hugging him tightly to himself only to release him a moment later with a small but warm smile. "Im alright, really... Look, most of my wounds are gone."

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