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i will show you darkness as it curves into light. alastor . demon . principal

[huntingsinmyveins]

Holly had been held captive for the past week of course no one had noticed seeing as the huntress tended to go off the grid sometimes, but this time was different. She was actually scared. The bindings were cutting into her wrists as she struggled again, the blood on her face had dried and caused her hair to stick to her forehead. The sound of a door opening made her flinch, a ray of sunlight burning her eyes.

“Here to try take out my ribs this time?”

[lyingpride-blog]

    He normally didn’t like holding prisoners. When holding people captive they could escape and then when they got out you had a nasty tattle tale on your hands which was never pleasant to deal with. However, she had a mouth that was a little too snarky and she had been rude him more times than he would allow and he just so happened to be stressed. While it was messy and could possibly have consequences torture was a wonderful stress reliever. 

    He creaked open the door and then closed it behind him, letting darkness fill the room once more until he stepped forward, letting light admit from him and fill the lightless room. He pulled a chair over in front of her and neatly set himself in it. He was such a contrast to the room-- clean, put together, and shining with light while the room was dark, damp, and filthy. 

    “Your ribs? Well if you aren’t so attached to them then I think they can stay for now. What about your fingers, though? Are you attached to those? Emotionally, I mean.”

[lyingpride-blog]

    “Quite dull here, i must say, however the atmosphere is lovely as is the wine.” He really can’t resist a good party. A chance to socialize and drink fine wine and there’s guaranteed to be food that’s, while it’s not his cooking, still quite good. He lives on class and finer things and there’s no where quite better than that than a ball. So he sips his wine with a smile, content with where he is.

[maylie-collins-blog]

“Actually,” she clucked, “I wouldn’t say frighten. I was just hoping to sneak up on you…you know to make you jump?”

[lyingpride-blog]

  “In other words… frighten.” He smiled at the girl. It was something harmless so he let it be brushed off his shoulder. “I’m not the most easily frightened or– it’s hard to make me jump. Better luck next time, perhaps?”

[hornydancy]

[thedemonbabyaubrey-blog]

“Gah! Where can a woman find a decent man to have some fun with?″

[lyingpride-blog]

    “Having troubles, Miss Aubrey?”

[lyingpride-blog]

    “-----I’m quite curious. Was that intended to frighten me?” There’s a hint of amusement in this tone at that. Truly, it was pathetic and almost laughable to him to see someone attempt to strike fear into him.

[thedemonbabyaubrey-blog]

“Ever the fun sponge Alastor, perhaps if you learnt to forget your mammoth sized ego you could have a little fun.” She purred, touching his arm lightly. Truth was the younger demon had always had a crush on the older demon, his power, his personality. They just sent shivers down her spine. She had always wanted him.

“Touche.” She chuckled watching him tuck away his book. “Aw c’mon Al don’t go getting all soft on me now, who’s suppose to  go on killing sprees with me?”

[lyingpride-blog]

    Eyes touched the hand on his arm for a moment before reaching Aubrey. It seemed, to him, that to demons they were either drawn to him and dared to pull closer in hopes of holding him as an ally or they were entirely repulsed by him and feared him. Aubrey seemed to be the first. Of course, it wasn’t a huge suppress. After all, having lust was not just that of a sexual kind. A lust for power, he suspected, brewed in the young demon. “I suggest you find different ways of obtaining your goal without diminishing my ego. There’ll be no way around that. Life is quite unfair that way.”

    Sighing, he crossed his legs and laced his hands as his head tilted at her. “Whoever you take when I’m busy. You always seemed fond of that wrath demon. Malachi. Why not take him out? Wrath demons are fun---- wind them up and watch them go.”

[coldprest]

“Alastor the Executioner. I remember that name. I’m just going to call you Uncle Alastor. How does that sound?” He turned to look at the other demon and waved. “I never said I didn’t make amateur mistakes. We’re all hypocrites it’s part of the job.” He chuckled and started  breathe smoke out of his mouth. “What are you going to do to me? If I continue insulting you? Hurt me? You’re archaic, old, the only use for you is to recruit. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” 

[lyingpride-blog]

    “Call me that and I’ll call you Little Myles. Or do you rather your old name?” Oh he knew. He made it his job to know everyone’s stories while his remained a mystery, even to himself. “Or do you actually think we may be able to act like adults and leave nicknames behind?”

    Old. Archaic. Both facts, he was one of the oldest demons still around. But the fact that he couldn’t learn new tricks was hardly the problem, no, it was that he had learned every trick possible already. There were no more new tricks. “Harm you? Maybe not physically. I think just ending your life would be easier, however. You’re far too obnoxious.” He spoke quite casually to the younger demon, nothing but a serious gleam in his eyes. “I do have to tell you I am not recruiting, however. While I can it’s hardly my hobby nor my job. Hell is too crowded as is---- Do you know what executioner means? I am who brings death, boy. Even to those who have died, like yourself.”

[lyingpride-blog]

         EXECUTIONER.               ( nown | ex·e·cu·tion·er | \-sh(ə-)nər\ )

         a person who performs executions          a person who executes people who have been sentenced to DEATH.

[the-write-ideas]

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Send me a number and I’ll make a starter using that line as the first sentence (or if I can’t manage that, then I’ll at least include it somewhere in the starter). 

P.S. If you send on anon, I’ll make it an open starter.

[the-write-ideas]

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[rodpower78]

It is not enough to conquer; one must learn to seduce.

Voltaire (via rodpower78)

[bullettotheheart-bullock-blog]

Niklaus saw the door slam in his face and he groaned as he looked back at the man who was rivals with his father. “But I have a job to do…” but he knew it was pointless so he went back over and sat down. Crossed arms over his chest. “What is it now? I told you I’m not like my father.”

[lyingpride-blog]

    “Your attitude is not appreciated, Niklaus.” Understandable? Yes. The demon didn’t like it, though. Irritability was not what he liked from the people he made into victims. He rather respect or fear at the very least. “I believe I liked you better when I had you trapped in a closet. Would you like me to put you back in one? Or perhaps somewhere tighter if you’d prefer.” He leaned forward and met the boy’s eyes, seriousness lacing with them. It was very convenient to know a weak point of your enemy from the start.

[lyingpride-blog]

    As the other started to leave the door shut before they could reach it as if some force had shoved it from the outside. Alastor laced his hands in his lap as calmly as ever, though, unfazed by the occurrence. “Don’t leave just yet, we’re not done talking. -------sit.” The word was spoken gently but there was an obvious force behind it. A force that clearly spoke that they should sit or be forced to sit.

[majestictunes]

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[coldprest]

The scent of another demon was always pungent to Myles. The aroma he gave off just gives it away for him, especially since Lucipher himself smelt the same way.  “You know. If you’re going to talk to me, you could have always toned the smell down. For an old guy, you still  make amateur mistakes.” He stretched his legs out and crossed them, before taking glance at the demon next to him. “What’s your rank? Lower Level? Upper Level?”

[lyingpride-blog]

    “Why?” Alastor calmly replied, taking a moment to look to the demon. He knew the name-- Myles. Alastor took to memory as many demons as he could, and Myles wasn’t exactly hard to remember in the first place. He was a brat spoiled by Lucifer. Probably why the child was bold enough to call him amateur. “I don’t feel the need to tone it down. I’m sure you can stand it-- As for you, I would think better than to give me insult. For such a highly raised demon, you make amateur mistakes yourself. Seems as though we are all still learning.” He stared down at the boy, already picking out ways he could bring him down if needed.

    “Being who you were I thought you would know. After all, my name does get around. Perhaps a demon so close to Lucifer, such as myself, is simply used to being known. It’s alright, Myles-- you’re young. It does take time. Upper. My name is Alastor. The executioner.” 

[lyingpride-blog]

                                      I will not hope for                                                                                   your ᴅᴏᴡɴғᴀʟʟ;                                                                                                                                 —— I  will  e n s u r e  it.

[coldprest]

“Well isn’t this a nice change of pace. Time to call this my new home, I suppose. Can’t wait to burn this town into ashes. This is nothing like my home.”

[lyingpride-blog]

Alastor hardly looked up at the other but he didn’t need to. He knew the company of this own kind and the arrogance that stained the words he had heard before. The boy was a child who was massively excited to break his new toys. “With that tone it seems as though you’re not too excited for this change of pace.” He looked up finally, eyes calm along with a smile. Behind it all, there was a dare for the boy to throw him a hint of disrespect. Over three thousand years of being what he was, Alastor did not simply expect respect, he demanded it.