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      As the castle was his domain since his master had been imprisoned, Ghirahim knew the halls well. The place was laced with his magic: Were one able to see the substance itself, they would see that it was worked into the walls and the floor, surrounding the windows and the doors. It acted as a way to allow the demon lord to relax and yet know what was going on around him. It was useful, he thought, and it served him well. This was his territory, and he was aware of everything that happened on its grounds. However, there was rarely any intrusion as the castle itself was of a rather intimidating nature; it exuded an aura of danger.

      This was why when he sensed a presence, Ghirhaim was a little confused (albeit intrigued). He wondered who was brave enough to intrude upon his land –– he was powerful, dangerous, and he had something of a reputation amongst the beings that lived around his castle. They did not bother him, and those that dared to do so did not return (or, if they did, they were most certainly not unscathed. The only reason that he spared them was so that they could be an example, as he put it). 

      It was with a snap of his fingers and a shower of diamonds that he teleported to where the disturbance was, pale brow arched and a smirk twisting almost bloodless lips. ❝ Well, well, well, ❞ the demon drawled, a gloved hand resting on his hip, scarlet cloak draped about his form. ❝ What do we have here? ❞ 

      Dark eyes observed the intruder, head tilting ever so slightly to the side as he examined her. ❝ You have some gall to... simply waltz in here, girl. ❞ The last word held a certain emphasis on it, almost as if it were an insult. ❝ Do you not know who I am? ❞ The hand formerly resting on his hip rose to flick silvery hair from eyes that almost gleamed with a certain, almost dangerous, light.

[ Audience with a Demon ] || Dominus-Daemonium

   Since she was travelling with Aria and her fake ‘angel’, Zora had gotten lost between dimensions quite a few times already, and still she simply could not get used to it. Who could? Until three months ago, she hadn’t even believed that such a thing was possible!

   And yet, here she was; once again having stumbled into a strange world, filled with objects and beings so familiar and yet so weird. From the looks of it the brunette had somehow managed to end up in a castle on her way out of the supermarket - sometimes she really hated her fate.

   Carefully and quietly the young woman made her way through the hallways, head ducked and hands brought up to her chest in a clear sign of insecurity. Hopefully the master of this place would understand her sudden appearance… that would be nice for a change.

     “H-Hello…?”

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      ❝ ––My, my, what do we have here? ❞

      He’s just going to sit here don’t mind him.

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"What a shame. I wanted to pounce on you so badly"

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      ❝ ––Now, now, why all the rudeness, hm?        Were you never taught any manners? ❞

"I have no idea who you are, but why the heck with all the flamboyancy."

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      ❝ ––Miss me? Now, now, do restrain yourselves. ❞

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      ❝ My, my, don't sound so excited, Sky Child! ❞

   “…He’s here.”

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       ❝ --And what, pray tell, would you have me do? ❞

                 "Then do something about it."

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      ❝ --Well, what is the point of you all if you aren't here to entertain me? ❞                ❝ Anyway, I don't think of it is complaining. It is stating a fact. ❞

"Some people just complain about everything.”

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       ❝ --It's so dreadfully boring around here. ❞

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A quiet laugh fell from the demon lord's lips, though there as no mirth to it as he shook his head. "Fail? Oh, my. I never fail. Ever." He spun about, hand leaving the door knob for the briefest of moments. "I always get what I want, be it information or something else." A cold smile playing about his lips, the demon turned back around, opening the door to reveal a bedroom of sorts. 

"Now, now," Ghirahim drawled. "You don't want me to know what's going on, yes? Still. Might it have something to do with this room?" A hand gestured through the doorway. He thought he could sense another presence that had been in there at some point recently. "Am I correct?" Dark eyes examined the blond male with a cold gaze, searching for any little ticks that could provide him with a possible answer. That was what he was after; he wanted answers, and he figured this was the way to get them. Anyway, it was more fun, in his opinion. This was quite interesting; it served to be the most amusing thing to happen to Ghirahim in a long while.

Weight shifting slightly, a pale hand rose to brush white hair from his face, a smirk twisting his lips. Oh, this was quite enjoyable. He'd been longing for something like this for a long time; nothing had held his interest for long, but this? Oh, this... This would keep him occupied for a while, or so he hoped.

A few days alone to think || Closed RP with dominus-daemonium

Sheik had tried so hard to maintain his body from trembling, but he could feel it going up and down his spine. Just like his nails… He bit down on his lip harder, drawing blood. His heart was pounding and Ghirahim could probably hear it, his eyes glued to that doorknob.

What did you do?

He couldn’t help it, at those words his body curled in so very tightly and he held himself, his nails digging into his biceps, although still staring at the doorknob in a horrified awe. He was silent… but Ghirahim didn’t need words to read him.

The demon lord knew fear when he saw it.

He knew guilt.

Sadness…

Agony…

Just like the rest of his tormentors.

"I would rather you try and fail than to ensure you know the exact details." Sheik growled out and tore his red gaze to glare at Ghirahim. Let it be his own personal demon, and one less that can be used against him.

He didn’t need to be told he hurt the man he loved over and over. He did it enough himself.

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Got a secret can you keep it?.                 Swear this one you’ll save. Better lock it in your pocket taking this one to the

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 If I show you then I know you won’t tell what I s a i d     — Cause two can keep a s e c r e t                            If one of them is dead. ❞

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Ghirahim chuckled, the sound low and almost menacing. "Why so scared?" he drawled, head tilting to the side as he toyed with the metal doorknob, which was cold beneath slender fingers. "Why don't you say anything, hm?" Had he been correct in his assumption that the blond had, in fact, done something that he regretted? Oh, this would be fun. It had been a long while since he'd had a chance like this one: to break someone mentally. Physically was fun, yes, and he did enjoy that quite a bit, but there was nothing quite as satisfying as seeing someone completely shatter. 

Dark eyes glanced at the Sheikah once again, a smirk toying about pale lips. "What did you do?" he drawled, hand still resting on the doorknob, head tilting ever so slightly as he spoke. "Because you so obviously did something. It's pitiful how obvious it is." Ghirahim was excellent at reading body language, and, with how the other had flinched, it was painfully clear to him that something had happened. He wanted to know what happened, or at least have a vague idea, so that he could using this as a weapon against the blond. 

"Now, now, you don't need to be scared of telling me; after all, I will find out, one way or another." His voice was now a cruel mockery of friendliness, and, though he knew it would obviously fail, still he tried. Part of him wished to find out via the other outright telling him, though he doubted that would happen. It didn't seem like something like that would come so easily... Still. Part of the fun was finding out what it was, and then using it against Sheik.

A few days alone to think || Closed RP with dominus-daemonium

"I don’t think you have the right to use that word." Sheik retorted and glared kinda weakly at Ghirahim. Why did he insist on coming here? Because of you. You’re weak, and he found it. He is listening to your wishes - to get what you deserve. For doing that to Sheik.

As the other wandered around his house, taking some of his attention off of him, Sheik looked at him, watching as he crept towards his room, and the demon lord’s words rang in his head once more. Did you do something you regret perhaps? He flinched and shook his head a bit and bit the bottom of his lip (although Ghirahim couldn’t really see it with his cowl in the way).

When those slender, long fingers curled around the cool metal, it only emphasized his words. Someone else here. As if he was saying there was somebody in that very room. And there was. He flinched and looked down, unable to shake his head. Unable to do anything but confirm the other’s suspicions. Than to just sit where he was, like a duck, so open to be prey to his predators.

Ghirahim wasn’t stupid. He knew what he was doing, and it scared him. It scared him because he didn’t want to go back to that life. But he deserved that life. To be hurt just as he hurt Sheiky. To be reminded that such an act only brought pain. That he didn’t deserve

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"--You sound uncertain."

"…" More like headstrong, rash — "Y-yeah… clever… he…was c-clever…” 

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"Lose Your Soul" by Dead Man’s Bones

oh, you’re gonna lose your soul, tonight. oh, you’re gonna lose control, tonight.

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"--Oh? Well, whoever said it is a clever person. Very wise. Mortals are foolish and careless."

"Ah..y-yeah… mortals… c-careless… n-not the first person I’ve h-heard that f-from."