Raged boiled in her stomach at how cocky this man was. He didn’t seem to care at all for the disgusting acts of immorality he completed in that church. Hannah didn’t really understand anything he was saying, but it didn’t matter. The intentions were still clear. “You are a vile man. How could you do such a thing? Have you no shame? No remorse?”
Ioannis was sure the blonde had no idea what he was talking about, but that only made it that much more fun. Her insults kept coming and they didn’t stop, Even as she displayed her distaste for him, the demon was stepping closer to her with each word, tauntingly slow. He couldn’t help but play with this one, it was too much fun. “Well, it’s easy, sweetheart. Would you like to find out for yourself how little shame I have?” He let his true nature overtake for a split second in the form of his eyes, which seemed to spread his pupils out until his eyes were nothing but pitch black.
“Ohh no, you poor thing, having to work.” Marcus teased him some then put his hands on his hips. “Why am I not surprised that you chose a well endowed vessel? Got to fit those two cocks somewhere after all.” he went over to the drinks cabinet to have a look at what Ioannis had and when he didn’t find anything of interest, he closed the door on it, making a mental note to bring a good vintage with him next time.
Marcus looked back at him then nodded at his whisper. “You clawed your way out? He must be gutted about losing his favourite plaything… does Xavier know you’re in town yet?”
“I didn’t come to the surface to work, I came to play. I haven’t decided exactly what I’ll do yet but nothing that will take up too much time. There’s too much fun to be had.” Ioannis raised a brow. “But you live a normal life here, don’t you? How bizarre. What do you do?” He knew whatever Marcus’ answer was that he would have no part of it, he was simply asking out of curiosity. At the mention of his unique anatomy, the demon chuckled darkly. “I’m curious to see what some of the ladies I’ve been fucking would do if I were to show my true anatomy to them. That could make it even more fun, no?”
He watched Marcus rummage around, but he could tell him there was nothing in the cabinet. He rarely spent any time here anyways. Always out, looking for trouble. “Undoubtedly, and I would bet that he’s already sent the hounds after me.” Xavier was the next topic of conversation, but Ioannis didn’t mind it. Still, he shook his head. “I haven’t gotten around to making myself known, I’m not ready to hear him give me rules.” He thought for a moment, then recalled a certain fallen angel and how she’d mentioned Marcus and another name, of which he was curious. “Who is Ori?”
Iris didn’t expect someone to come next to her, but she was grateful so she could get away from the other guy. As their lips moved together, she realized that this guy was deepening it. Normally, the siren would just pull away, but she actually didn’t mind it. Plus, she needed to sell that she was in a relationship, right? She continued to kiss him as one hand placed on his thigh.
The man had already faded back into the crowd as awkwardly as he could’ve as soon as she’d kissed Ioannis, however the sensation was too delicious to stop right away. He almost didn’t want to pull away but stay locked at the mouth with this stranger for all time. A low growl somewhere between frustration and pleasure erupted from his lips as he finally did break the kiss, looking down at the brunette with a dark smirk. The demon’s tongue slid out to drag along his bottom lip, as if tasting her once more. “Quite the introduction that was.”
He turned to the other man with a wide grin, the sickly sweet tone of the demon lost on him. “Hell yeah! C’mon.” Stumbling over to the table, James handed Ioannis a stick and did his best to rack the balls. “Ya can go firs’ if ya wan’.” A half finished pint of beer sat on a table not too far away, it’s owner seemingly gone for the night. With a smile the werewolf grabbed the pint and downed the beer. Finishing off the drink with a satisfied sigh, he grinned once more to Ioannis. “Fuckin’ shame to was’e good booze.”
Ioannis watched the male carefully with hawk-like eyes, both interested and amused at how intoxicated he was, and readily became moreso when he stole another table’s pint. The demon let out a dark chuckle as he arched a brow, handling the stick carefully as he did so. He had no idea what he was doing, or what the aim of this game is, but he was glancing around the room at the other tables, taking note of what other patrons were doing. He was observing each move.
“I agree, but it’s a damn thing good thing you’re here then, to save it from going to waste.” Reaching into his pocket as he looked over at the table next to them. He noticed they’d ordered something from a waitress, and after a few moments she returned with a pitcher of beer and enough glasses to go around. He nodded towards them as he pulled out his vessel’s wallet. “Let’s get one of those, huh? On me.” He pulled out a couple of bills and set them on the table as he took aim with the pool cue and took his shot. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it was a decent break for someone who’d never even seen the game five minutes ago.
“You know, when I heard you were in town I just had to see if for myself.” Marcus stood up from where he had been sat in the other demons home and looked him over. “Interesting choice of vessel, not too shabby if you ask me. Got to ask it though, when did he let you out? You were always his favourite.”
Ioannis watched the fellow demon and former cagemate. “I have to say, I’m flattered for this visit. After all, you and I have a certain bond, almost like brothers. I didn’t think I’d find you here, though. Small as this town is, it has plenty of surprises.” Even as Marcus stood, Ioannis slid back and rested his neck against the top of the sofa as the latter commented on his vessel. “Hm, well endowed as easy to attract potential mates, but maybe I should’ve looked a little deeper, found someone with more financial stability. To tell you the truth, all the money this meatbag had paid for this apartment and furniture, but that’s it.” He arched a playful brow. “It looks like I’ll need to get a job.”
There was a barely noticeable twitch at the corner of his mouth when Marcus asked about being ‘let out’. It took him a moment as he glanced down at his hands. They were dully bruised. Perhaps he was too rough on his new vessel, after all he wasn’t used to housing in one for so long. Looking back up at Marcus from under his brow, his voice lowered to a near whisper and yet he broke out into the most devious of grins. “Who said he let me out at all?”
Hannah enjoyed going to the church at night. She could not sleep, so what better way to spend her time than with God? As she neared the heavy wooden doors, certain noises froze her in her steps. She had only heard such noises once in her life, but she knew. Someone had the audacity to defile a house of God, on a Sunday night no less. Anger, disgust, and sadness filled the ghost. She wanted to rush in there and give them a firm talking to, to yell at them to leave such a sacred place. But she was stuck frozen in place.
As the two came out, Hannah’s anger only increased. “How dare you do something so vile! Why would you do such a thing, to throw our dear Lord’s love in his face like that?!”
It was as if as soon as he exited the church, a woman was upon him, demanding how he could do such a thing, but he found himself excited and amused by her shouting instead of afraid. After a few moments, he broke into a wide grin as he pulled his shirt back on. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, your lord wasn’t the only one who got a face full of love.” A low chuckle escaped his lips as he examined her expression, arching a brow. “Perhaps he should thank me, I did show that lovely woman what true religion could be while I was inside of her.” He couldn’t help but add the last sentence in, finding her rage all too amusing not to be taken advantage of.
“Oh…I’m in a relationship.” The siren lied through her teeth. She didn’t want to use violence to get this guy to leave her alone. He wasn’t harmful, but he was persistent on wanting to get with her. Iris could see they didn’t believe her. Before they could say again, Iris quickly turned to the person next to her at the bar and kissed them. She didn’t even notice who it was, but she just wanted the other to leave her alone.
The scene was a bit too boring for Ioannis, and he was looking towards the exit, raising from his seat after a couple of drinks. His vessel could hold liquor, that was for sure, however every one had a breaking point and he was determined to find his own. Looking for a little more excitement, more danger, the demon slinked around the bar. The place was utterly and completely dead, until he overheard what sounded like a female trying to avoid being harassed. A small smirk appeared on his lips as he decided to stay a while longer, sliding into the seat right next to the brunette just in time for her to spin around in her seat to face him. And then their lips met. He allowed her to lead the kiss for a few moments, peeking over at her company, who was staring with envy and anger. A smirk played on Ioannis’ lips as he kept eye contact with the man, but instead overtook the woman’s mouth, deepening the kiss as he gripped the back of her neck with a firm hand. Was he taking it too far? Possibly. Did he care? Not the least bit.
redmour task #001 for ioannis lansherr. may be updated/edited over time to match character development and future connections. honorable mentions: @oftheatkins.
IDENTIFICATION
NAME Ioannis Lansherr
NICKNAME(S) Will respond to just about any nickname, but hasn’t been given one yet.
AGE He’s only been in this vessel one day prior to coming to Redmour. He existed as a demon in hell with no sense of aging for hundreds of years since he died in 76 BCE.
BIRTHDATE November 9, 99 BCE
DEATHDATE October 31, 76 BCE
BIRTH PLACE Tritea, Greece
NATIONALITY Formerly, Ioannis was a citizen of Greece until he became a gladiator in Rome. His current vessel has Swedish citizenship, having been on vacation when Ioannis possessed him.
RACE/ETHNICITY (formerly) Greek (currently) Swedish
SPECIES Demon
SEX Male
GENDER CIS
PRONOUNS He/Him/His
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION Panromantic
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Pansexual
RELATIONSHIPS
PARENTS Nefeli & An Unnamed Father
SIBLINGS Xavier Lansherr
BEST FRIEND(S) None as of yet
ADVERSARIES Possibly Elijah Atkins, Most Types of Authority or Lawkeepers
LOVER(S) Plenty of prospects and potentials
PHYSICALITY
HEIGHT 6′4″
WEIGHT 197 lbs
BUILD Athletic, Muscled
HAIR COLOR (formerly) Black (currently) Blonde
EYE COLOR (formerly) Green (currently) Blue
SHOE SIZE 13
APPEARANCE
EYE SIGHT Ioannis, when he was alive in his own body, was blinded shortly before he was killed. Currently, his vessel possesses decent vision, although it is not perfect.
COSMETIC Nothing.
ENHANCEMENTS Ioannis’ vessel has clearly had some kind of accident in the past, and possesses a metal plate in his hip as a result.
TATTOOS Ioannis was tattooed when he became a gladiator, however his current vessel does not have any tattoos.
PIERCINGS None
ACCESSORIES He prefers minimalism
SCARS Besides a surgery scar on his hip, his vessel is completely clear of scars.
MARKS Ioannis’ vessel has light, almost unnoticeable freckles on his feet as well as on his shoulders.
TROPES All Girls Want Bad Boys, Make Way for the New Villains, Fun Personified
MENTALITY
SAVVIES Ioannis can pick up on languages, but it takes some time. He’s a skilled fighter, and is incredibly strong willed and determined, although he stays playful. He is extremely charming, regardless of how dangerous he is.
INEPTITUDE Electronics are still very new to Ioannis, and he can’t for the life of him figure out how they work.
QUIRKS Ioannis might sometimes reenact the mild punishments that were given to him during his gladiator days, causing his vessels to be injured or destroyed completely. He also tends to become enraged when threatened, awakening something from within him.
LURES Spontaneity
MORALITY Ioannis is a demon, therefore any morality he might have had is now gone.
“Detective Atkins.” Elijah then closed the gates of the church behind them and shook his head slightly. “As for bad guys, you trying to tell me that you are a bad guy? You better watch your back then.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Detective Atkins.” Ioannis practically mimicked the way the man before him had corrected the demon, his smirk never ceasing. At the detective’s question, however, he did arch a brow, as if intrigued that the man even had to ask. “I may or may not have been described as a ‘bad guy’ in my time. Of course, I can tell you must crack the whip when you have to, so I will be careful not to let you catch me in any compromising situations.” Ioannis physically kept a chuckle at bay, although the twinkle of deviance in his eyes were a telltale sign that he was not entirely serious about the promise.
Alec slow clapped when the demon finally noticed he was there. “Tacky.” He commented, then dropped his hands. “Seen tackier though.” With a shake of his head, he picked up the others shirt and threw it at him.
“Well, that’s no good.” The demon replied with a smirk as he caught the shirt with ease, wasting no time in finishing to dress himself. The obvious vampire had a similar attitude to most of them, which was amusing to Ioannis at least. “I take pride in being the best at whatever it is I’m doing. I’ll have to find something even more tacky in that case. Have any suggestions?”
Over her several decades of life, it always took quite a bit to rattle Azulya, after all, given her status she was practically born with thick skin. Having such a tough, impenetrable exterior meant that an appalling amount of chaos, destruction, and sass were second nature to her. And yet encountering someone so familiar to her managed to stun her for the moment. Faster than sound, she recovered, signature smirk in place again just as quickly as it fell. Aza very rarely visited Hell, and really the only time she did had been to either receive orders or to ask for aid, or in the majority of cases, to toy with a certain prisoner.
Seeing said prisoner right in front of her hadn’t been anything like she anticipated. “Ioannis, what a pleasant surprise.” She didn’t hesitate to take the seat across from him, dark hues taking in his captivating vessel. Getting comfortable, she began wondering of all the scenarios that could play out in this encounter. That damned grin of his always managed to pull her in, it’s what confirmed her suspicion of who he is.
“You flatter me, this time without reason considering you’re free. I wonder what’s the purpose of such flattery now?” She had an idea but it would be far more entertaining to hear it come from him. “Enjoying your new found freedom?”
Azulya seemed temporarily stunned for a split second, which wasn’t unexpected given who sat before her, but then it was as if that melted away. Only confirming the sneaking suspicion Ioannis had that she didn’t know he’d escaped, which also meant she hadn’t been tasked to bring him back. It was probably for the best, after all, given who she was made her more of a threat than other halflings, but he still believed he could overpower her. He would certainly hate to do that in any way but sexual, truth be told. He’d seen her multiple times, after a round of torture. He could tell she liked to toy with him, tease him and drive him mad, and he couldn’t blame her. That also meant, however, that she couldn’t blame him for being irrational now that he was out.
His gaze followed every move she made, even as she took the seat and got comfortable. Memories of how much she’d played with him came flooding back into view, and he was curious to see where her games, and his own, would take the duo this time.
“Is it without reason?” He challenged with a devious twinkle in his eye, even as he leaned forward, arms resting on the table, getting closer to her. “We did have plenty of fun over the years. Imagine how much more fun I am without the shackles. Or with them, I know how much you like control.” When she mentioned freedom again, a husky chuckle passed his lips, and he tapped on the floor with his foot, lowering his own voice. “Let’s be careful about throwing that word around so haphazardly, hm? I would hate for the big man downstairs to here, if you take my meaning.” Making the game even more dangerous by letting Azulya know he wasn’t freed, but escaped, only excited the demon even more, to the point his vessel’s oceanic eyes might’ve looked as if they were on fire. It wasn’t a good idea, but nothing that crossed Ioannis’ mind had been good for over six hundred years. It was fun, and that’s what mattered.
“They wouldn’t be upset. I am friends with Ori and they called me back, so I think that heaven cares about the pureness of my own heart. I simply told you why I fell. It is important to be honest and admit when one is wrong.” The angel stated with the perfect purity that was expected from an angel though less so from a fallen one. Emilia’s eyes fell to the cupcakes in front of her when she thought of what she could do. A little water tearing up on her lower eyelid. The raven-haired beauty shook her head. “I… I still haven’t figured it out yet. They said that it is possible, but… It is so horrible to allow a soul to fall that I am not sure how to make it up. I will figure it out though.” She sighed softly and wiped any moisture with her sleeve. She didn’t need to be so sad. Things would work out eventually.
Her head tilting as she looked slightly up to see the demon that had yet to move any direction other than closer. Emilia confused why he would block her from her work. He had her full and undivided attention now though. “I suppose. If you are wanting to walk me home, then sure. I appreciate the offer of protection.” She couldn’t heal anymore, so it wasn’t a bad idea. “Might you allow me to finish these up real quick for the morning?”
“Ori?” Ioannis allowed the unfamiliar name to lay on his tongue. From the context of Emilia’s explanation, he could conduct that they were, in fact, a demon. However, there were also legions of millions of demons that Ioannis had memorized in Hell when he’d been in charge of them, and even more that he’d never come in contact with at all. This Ori didn’t sound familiar in the least bit, he doubted he’d ever met a demon carrying the name. “I think you put too much faith in them,” He answered truthfully as he remained close, watching her with fiery eyes. “They cast you out, didn’t they? Clearly they weren’t thinking about your purity then. And you actually trust that now they’re just going to change their minds? I wouldn’t hold my breath, honey.” Though he, of course, never stepped foot in heaven, he knew how strict they were. He’d never had a chance at getting into heaven for reasons that were forced on him, murder, aldultery, etc, but now that his soul had been corrupted and destroyed, he couldn’t imagine what a dreadful place it might be.
A blonde brow quirked to a stiff arch when she so willingly accepted the escort home, clearly not fully grasping the web she’d caught herself in, if she felt any danger at all. He wasn’t entirely surprised, however. She seemed way too trusting. He’d sneaked in after hours, gotten dangerously close to her, and made plenty of advances. She had yet to back away or call the cops. Was she looking for trouble, or simply too blinded by her own pure and innocent light to see it staring her in the face. Ioannis let out a little scoff when she mentioned allowing her to finish her cakes. “Certainly, I would hate to get you into any kind of trouble, sweetheart.” The amount of irony in the statement was almost laughable, which is why he wore such an amused Cheshire grin from ear to ear, even as he slowly took a step back. Scanning the area of the room, he spotted a chair in the corner, as if someone had simply shoved it out of the way. Swaggering over to it, he plopped down comfortably into it and rested both arms out over the headrest. His vessel was tall enough that he didn’t exactly fit quite right into the chair, legs bent, but he didn’t mind. Instead, his blue gaze was fixed on her, though he offered no privacy for her to finish her work, he did allow her space to do so. “Do you always have such late nights? I can make a habit out of visiting you here.”
Are you aware Emilia is already spoken for? Best be careful
I wasn’t, but it doesn’t change anything. Whoever’s claimed her should probably know how foolish it is to leave her alone, so it’s their own fault when I undoubtedly take what I like. Not to mention, not a very effective threat, is it? If I wanted her already, I could’ve had Emilia three times over, but fortunately for them I enjoy the game as much as I enjoy winning, so I’ll play along a little more. You best be careful, actually. It’s been a long fucking time since I’ve taken threats well.
Well, if you would like to know, truly I have two. However, I’m assuming you’re more curious about my vessel’s endowments. He’s a pretty lucky man, though, I haven’t had the time to sit down and measure just yet. You’re always welcome to lend me a hand.
Who do you think you'll have the most fun time playing around with?
Little Miss Emilia. I’m curious to see how much corruption one angel can handle. That new blondie, Dolly is probably going to be lots of fun too. Did you see the way she blushes around me? Cute. Of course, I’ve got plenty of bad ideas and good times for everyone.
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