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"Oh come now, little angel." he scoffed and rolled his eyes so hard that they could have rolled out of his head. Yuta didn't have to be a mind-reader to know what goes through the mind of a slave that had enjoyed a taste of a more luxurious life and suddenly was put back in the squaller of the undercroft.

"Lying will get you nowhere with me." He said and leaned against the wall, his dark eyes locked on Alasdair. "Mmmm, I can tell. Your whole body just screams 'I'm happy with being here.'" The enforcer continued. "So can you look me in the eye and tell me that you weren't thinking of trying to escape this place?"

The nephilim would've been stupid not to have recognised the enforcer, but he did have to wonder why Yuta was speaking to him. Surely he had more important shit to concern himself with. Alasdair eyed the other carefully, not enjoying what the other's words were insinuating. Was he really that obvious? Did the guy read fucking minds?

"No idea what you could possibly mean," Alasdair feigned innocence, tilting his head just slightly as he looked the enforcer over. There was no way he was going to openly admit to wanting to get the fuck out of there. That would be a great way to get punished, and that was not what Alasdair was looking for. "I'm perfectly fucking happy to be back down here," he added, his tone a touch sarcastic.

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The more that Cyril spoke, the more the smile on the Lich's face grew and he let out a chuckle. "Is that so? Why don't you tell me some of the things that are going through your pretty little mind?" The enforcer's tone remaining playful but it was obvious that the enforcer wasn't going anywhere until he got a satisfactory answer.

"I promise that you aren't in trouble but if you make me work for an answer, I may lose my patience and none of us want that." He added, the smile still plastered to his face but the threat of things getting less polite ever present in the enforcer's tone.

Cyril tried quickly to wipe his expression clean of any hint of what was going through his head. No collar meant not a slave, meant most likely a vampire or some hybrid. Careful, cautious, watch what he says even though he was tense with anxiety and memories teetering on the edge of flashing through his head like a damn movie again.

"Just- stuff, you know? A lot of different things, nothing specific," He hesitated, wondering if he pressed that it wasn't important too hard, "You know how it is after a long day at work, right?" Now he was thinking he said 'you know' too much, twice was too many. Damn it. He should've stayed home.

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A joyful laugh left the enforcer's lips and he smirked, his eyes flickering with pure amusement. "Tempting offer but I'd probably lose my job." he answered with the smile still on his face. "It's been a long time since I've killed a dragon, though you wouldn't put up much of a fight compared to them." Yuta ever the instigator was purposefully pushing Ransom's buttons, wanting a response.

"Take the collar off and give me my guns back. I'll show you what I can do." Ransom said. There was the rock bottom. Already in trouble and willing to make more for himself with no problem turning into his fully sized dragon in the undercroft as if it could sustain his size. He wondered if Cairo was healed enough to come save the castle from him. Maybe he'd get another shot to pick the eldest De Luca off.

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The enforcer raised one of eyebrows as he looked down at the plants then back up at Iah's face, trying not to chuckle. Carrying plants to the castle was way below his paygrade but Yuta didn't say anything, instead he just stared at the man and processed his words. But after a moment, the enforcer shrugged and walked closer.

"Sure, I'll help you carry them." He had nothing better to do at the moment, so might as well be some help.

"I- um..." Iah sighed, embarrassed about needing the help, but he wasn't going to be able to get the plants back to the castle on his own without the wagon. "I was trying to get these to the castle, but the cart didn't want to make the whole journey with me."

A blush spread over his face. "Do you know either where I can get another one or, um, maybe you could help me carry them?"

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The enforcer's lips curled up into an amused smile and tilted his head to the side as he studied the slave a little closer, detecting the note of self-deprecation in his words but keeping his mouth shut on the topic. "Well I'm glad to hear that you won't be causing any trouble, you'd be one of the few." he hummed lowly. Cash wasn't the first slave that had said that they would behave only to cause stir up trouble as soon as he turned around but Yuta wanted to see if the slave actually meant it.

Cash rose a brow, glancing around as if there was some other new addition far more interesting than him to see. He lifted a hand pointing to himself with a surprised expression, "Me?" He questioned, like there was anyone else who wasn't already asleep or settling in to do so. "Ain't much to see over here," He gave a soft laugh, his smile contradicting the slight sense of self-deprecation in his words, "I won't be no trouble for ya', don't worry." He had noted the lack of collar, knew that meant he was above him now. Cash didn't tend to act very smart, but he had the common sense to keep himself safe, at least from the wrath of authority.

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Normally Yuta wouldn’t concern himself with meeting the new arrivals to the undercroft but when he heard that the castle had brought in a Valkyrie, the enforcer couldn’t help but leave his office during a non busy time in his schedule. He found them sitting by their bed and he raised an eyebrow as he leaned back against the wall and examined them with curious eyes.

“No, not bothering me at all. Just thought that I’d see the new addition.” He replied casually and flashed a smile. Yuta didn’t need to look at the others file to know that he was young, they had that youthful aura that most species had the first few hundred years of life.

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It was vaguely surprising when the newest slave was plopped right into the Undercroft with little negative reaction to his situation. Truly, he held his head high. Sure, he was enslaved now, but only because he had stopped someone else from getting the same fate. He'd accept it, which was more easy than he thought when he realized the collar locked around his neck negated all those overwhelming powers the heavens had granted him with. He felt human, something he hadn't felt in almost fifty years. It was.. relieving.

When he had been alive the first time, he was quite social, what some would call an 'extrovert', but after half a century of muted inner torment? He didn't really know where to begin now. He was stuck wandering, even now, two months after he had been released from the imprisonment of being dead, he was still relentlessly pacing as if his steps would summon something he wanted. He hadn't been paying attention to the things going on around him, though it was quite possible his fellow slaves would get dizzy from his constant circling. He couldn't help himself, it came naturally. He was only stopped by a voice calling out to him, feet stilling and brows raising as blue eyes shifted to the stranger.

"'Sup?" He questioned, not seeming annoyed or bothered, simply.. there, listening, "Was I botherin' you? My bad, man."

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The enforcer had been called to deal with a rowdy individual which was why Yuta was outside the castle grounds, something he normally didn’t do. When he arrived, the man and the lich grumbled in annoyance but turned to leave once again when he heard someone ask for his help.

He could say no, say that he was busy which was always the case with him but instead he nodded, approaching the other with a raised brow. “Sure, what can I help with?”

This was... getting difficult. What Iah wanted was to start trying to make his room a bit more green. However, he was awful with plants and knew he was going to mess up at some point. To hopefully give himself more chances to get it right, he brought a small wagon to town and bought several plants.

Sadly, the wagon had other plans and decided that it only needed three wheels instead of four, causing all of his newly acquired leafy friends to fall out. Sighing, the vampire looked around, calling out to the first person he saw. "Um, would you mind helping me for a moment?"

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Normally, Yuta wouldn't concern himself with a slave being returned to the undercroft when their master departed the castle, but something about Alasdair's return raised concerns for the enforcer so the Lich made his way down to the undercroft one day when he managed to find some time where he wasn't busy putting out fires or dealing with reports.

"Wasn't going to rub it in." Yuta said casually as he stared at the returned slave. "In fact, I actually feel a little bad for you. Must be hard, going from a rather luxurious life to the coldness of the undercroft." As he spoke, he kept his eyes on the slave. "such events may.... give a slave ideas on trying to get that life back." He wasn't being subtle with his words, he didn't see a point in it.

Once again, Alasdair had ended up back in the undercroft. Angry as ever, the nephilim barely spoke to anyone as he sat on one of the beds, far less luxurious than what he'd had with Aneirin. Sure, the guy had been a semi pain in the arse, but at least the bed was comfy. If looks could've killed, anyone walking past the salty half-angel would've likely been dead, but Dair had always been a walking coil spring that was wound too tight at times.

He couldn't understand why he'd been abandoned when Aneirin had seemed so taken with him, but he supposed that all of the councilmen had lives outside of the castle and he just hadn't been good enough for Aneirin to take along for the ride. So, it was back to the drawing board and Alasdair was determined to get some kind of escape plan in motion. He sighed to himself as he sat back against the wall, hating how cold it felt in comparison to what he'd been getting used to. "I know, I know. Landed my arse back down here," he muttered when he felt a pair of eyes on him. "Don't say a fucking word, I don't need anyone rubbing it in."

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The enforcer was doing his daily rounds of the castle when he found Cyril standing in front of the first common room like a statue and the Lich joked that the other looked like he had was having an inner civil war and his joke was only confirmed when the shapeshifter cleared his throat and asked for him to repeat himself and the enforcer laughed as he approached and stood next to the man.

"I said that you look like you're overthinking, and based on the way you looked at me. My suspicions have been confirmed. Want to tell me what you're thinking about?" Yuta asked curiously as he tilted his head to the side, his dark eyes studying the shapeshifter even closer now.

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Cyril had spent barely twenty-four hours in his new home before he found himself inside the castle. He had just finished his first official shift, and instead of heading home where the idea of being alone with his thoughts made his gut twist he had decided he'd use some of that old bastard's money for good. He didn't think he'd be visiting the Undercroft so soon, but he was making his way down the stairs to the basement with a tensed frame.

He'd offer someone a good meal, and a nice bed to themselves, rent them for however long they wished and leave them be. It was the least he could do in his mind. Even if they didn't speak- which holding a conversation was something he was realizing he was not the best at -the noise of someone else just existing would be enough for him.

He had made it through the check point, stopping right in the entryway of the first common room before that icy feeling of panic crossed his chest. Seeing a room full of people who he had been like barely a month ago was an instant trigger, and the shapeshifter found himself struggling to grapple with reality. He remained as still as a statue as the inner turmoil he battled against shone through brown eyes. He must've been out of place enough to attract attention, his gaze snapping alarmedly to the figure that had approached as they spoke to him. He was so deep in his head he didn't even realize someone had walked over to him, he needed to be more aware it seemed. "Sorry- what did you say?" He cleared his throat, repressing the thoughts that had stilled him in the first place.

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As expected, Ransom lashed out and the enforcer didn't bat an eye as his desk was shoved into him and he was forced back against the wall. An amused grin crossed the Lich's face and he laughed. "There he is, Mr. Anger Issues himself." Yuta stared into Ransom's eyes and allowed the slave to keep him pinned with his desk for a moment longer before pushing the desk aside. Their were guards outside but Yuta didn't need them, he was the enforcer after all. "Is this all you can do? I don't see what's so special about you." he admits with a bored yawn escaping his lips.

Yeah he got his wish with that first fucking line. Ransom was already pissed off and being told he was nothing by another blood sucking piece of shit that kissed ass to the council, De Luca and his little queen just hit wrong. He had no real issue with Yuta. Hell he didn't really know the other, but he was mad and with a lot of reasons to be. None of them the enforcers fault. They were all his own. He was hell bent on making them worse as he shoved the desk into the lich knowing full fucking well he had no way to win this fight. There were guards outside. He was collared and, if he remembered right, Yuta was a good over 2000 years older than him. If there was a rock bottom Ransom wasn't going to say he hit it, but he might be getting close to it.

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Rune was older than him by over a thousand years, Yuta was among the oldest members of the castle but the slave in front of him had him beat in that category. "You would think that someone who was older than ninety-five percent of the castle would be.... smarter than you are? maybe if he had put all those years of experience to use, you might have not been captured." The enforcer said with a simple shrug as he sat down on the edge of his desk.

"So tell me, old man. How can we remedy this situation? cause I'm getting tired of seeing reports about you and your behavior." He asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I can't free you from the castle but you want a hot meal? More free time?" He offered.

He smiled as if it was a compliment, "Why thank you," And responded as if it was one as well. People's opinions of him had never really affected him, but around his two thousandth year of existing he really just stopped giving a shit. Now? Teetering over four thousand? Yeah, no one could tell him shit even with the collar on.

"I don't give respect that isn't earned," He said plain and simple, crossing his arms tightly over his chest as he looked him up and down in a way that was anything but respectful. "I'm older than like ninety-five percent of the bitches in this damn castle and y'all just think you can boss me around. How 'bout no."

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Yuta rolled his eyes at the others taunt and let out an annoyed sigh. "You truly are one of the most annoying creatures I've ever known. And that's saying something cause I deal with the council." He grumbled and ran his fingers through his dark locks and eyeing the slave in front of him as he mulled over a possible punishment.

"That's not something that we keep track of." his tone blunt. "I don't think many people want to be here, its dark and gloomy most of the time." he laughed and raised an eyebrow. "See, I don't make your life difficult, all I ask is for a little respect but you cant seem to even give me that."

He wiggled his brows at his words, "Don't make promises you won't keep," He hummed tauntingly, his lack of fear for any physical harm that could happen to him so blatantly obvious. "Hey, woah, don't bring me back to life if you take my head off. That's like taking back a gift you gave someone," He huffed out a breath, shaking his head.

"Damn, what number am I at now? Is it like a record for a slave?" He smirked, chuckling to himself. His question had Rune shrugging, rolling his eyes as if it was the stupidest thing anyone had ever asked him. "Behaving is boring, and I don't want to be here. So, yeah. Makes sense to me. Make my life difficult and i'll do the same. I think it's called equality or some shit."

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The words were threatening but Yuta just snorted in amusement at them, he didn't find the words threatening in the slightest so he took no offense. "I'd like to see you try, your hand would have missing before it even got raised." The enforcer said casually and smiled. "Could remove your head just as quickly but then I'd have trouble bringing you back to life, and the paperwork I'd have to fill out explaining why I did it." Yuta groaned, the idea of doing more paperwork was enough to deter him.

"Unfortunately that's my job." He said in response to being asked if he kept count and snorted again when asked what the punishment was. "Why must you make my life so difficult? Why not just behave?" He asked through a groan.

Vrunir had to bite his tongue not to comment something sly and cocky, though even with the effort it slipped out of his mouth. "I could rip it out for ya'," His words were threatening, but the way he grinned made it obvious he was into the idea. There was no chance in hell he'd be allowed to, not without losing a hand maybe, or his life if he was lucky enough, but it never hurt to lay the offer out there. Just in case.

"Oh, are you keeping count?" He mused, mocking him by tilting his head to the side as he did. "Shit, your guess is as good as mine. Sheer luck and spite, probably," He chuckled, a genuine answer. It wasn't that people hadn't tried to kill him, his healing was just faster than they were, and he'd grown a little too good at snapping necks. "So, what's the punishment? Something gruesome, I hope."

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"Or what? you going to arrest me? oh wait. you aren't an officer anymore. you aren't really anything now, are you?" He asked the slave with a smirk. his verbal jab hitting exactly where he wanted it to land. "I could ask him but I'm asking you, you're the one standing right in front of me." He purred and got closer.

With how close he positioned himself to Ransom, the enforcer was practically begging for Ransom to take a swing at him, he wanted the slave to lash out against him and if the former officers file was to be believed, Ransom would lash out and he'd lash out hard.

He was glad he wasn't expected to answer because he had nothing, but disrespectful things to say. Ransom wasn't all that keen on vampires before being at Krvos he just had to hide to figure shit out, it was all figured out now.

"You can ask." Ransom said and that's all he was going to provide for an answer. "I'd suggest choosing your next words real carefully Yuta. I mean that with every bit of disrespect I can muster." He said pointedly when Raphael was brought up. It was a sensitive subject and he didn't know what Yuta actually knew, but Ransom wasn't about to offer up anything extra on the topic. It was personal. "If you're so interested in him, you should go talk to him."

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Yuta didn't threaten if he didn't mean it, and he could see the wheels turning in the slaves head wondering if it was worth it and wisely decided to keep his spit to himself. "I think it's worse than just sucking but I personally wouldn't know. I've never had my tongue ripped out of my mouth." though Yuta had down it to others in the past, he just never asked them about it after the fact.

"If this was a one time thing, hell. If it was even a two time thing. I would just throw you back in a cell but you keep acting up." the enforcer sighed and stood in front of the slave, his head tilting to the side as he studied him. "How have you survived this long without getting yourself killed?" It was a genuine question.

Rune's eyes narrowed slightly at the threat, truly debating on doing it just to get his tongue ripped out. Seemed like fun, though it'd be less fun not being able to talk until his tongue regenerated or it was sewn back on. Whichever came first. So, for now, he kept his spit to himself. A dull, emotionless chuckle left him at his words, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, his lack of concern for his actions apparent.

"That sucks," He mused, crossing his arms over his chest. The authority the enforcer held didn't seem to dissuade him from his attitude, but then again no authority ever did. He was too old to care. "Just slap me back in the cell already. Y'all make a big deal over everything. Drama queens, honestly. Can't have any fun," He rolled his eyes, already growing bored of this conversation. He didn't want to behave, didn't feel a need to, too worried about his own selfish wants to care.

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Normally, Yuta let those under him deal with the slaves who got into verbal altercations with each other and would only step in himself when a slave was a repeat offender. He had more important things to be dealing with at the moment than a slave who didn't know their place but it seemed that Vrunir didn't seem to care about that as the slave ended up in another altercation and instead of getting the usual punishment which was being put back in his cage, the unruly slave got an audience with the enforcer.

The enforcer didn't look up until he finished writing yet another report guaranteeing the council that he was taking the appropriate steps to guarantee safety at the castle. "If you spit at me like you did the guards, I'll rip your tongue out of your mouth." he told him bluntly as he rose to his feet and approached the older slave. "You're correct, apparently the several attempts at getting you to behave failed so now you're in front of me."

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Vrunir seemed completely unable to keep himself out of trouble. Collar or not, the fighting spirit within the hybrid was an unbreakable one, which just ended up causing constant altercations between him and guards and slaves alike that talked to him in a way he didn't like. Not out of anger, no, not when emotions were so foreign. It was simply out of boredom. It was clear he couldn't learn a lesson. Today was no different, one off-hand comment from a fellow slave and he was in their face with threats and insults. This time he almost managed to land a punch, almost before he was being dragged off by some guards.

He let his insults continue to fly, half expecting them to put him back in that stupid cage. He welcomed the idea, at least then he would have a cube of personal space. Unfortunately though, it seemed he'd be facing the direct source of consequences. He was dropped on the floor of the enforcer's office like a sack of rocks, immediately jumping to his feet and spitting at the shoes of the guards who had brought him there. "Assholes. Couldn't let me get one fuckin' hit?" He threw his hands up dramatically, huffing before turning his attention to Yuta. "Lemme' guess, i'm in trouble?"

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Of course news of Ransom's actions had crossed his desk and the enforcer had the former cop-now slave brought to him as soon as he arrived in the undercroft. Tossing the report aside as soon as Ransom was standing in front of him and chuckled. "I would think someone who just got stripped of their position and collared would be a little more respectful." he said with a wide smile. "But that would go against your nature, wouldn't it?" Yuta didn't need the other to answer, he knew about Ransom's tendencies well enough.

"May I ask, what provoked you to do it?" Yuta asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Surely you had to know what was going to happen, or maybe a part of you wanted this. Wanted to be collared and brought to heel like a dog." Yuta's warm smile fading and being replaced by a sinister one. "I'm sure that you'll be popular with the masters, especially the Italian councilman. I've heard that you two have.... quite the history." that was an understatement and the enforcer knew it, but he was seeing just how much he could push before Ransom snapped.

Ransom was pissed about a lot of things, least of all the collar around his neck. Not so much that it locked his powers away, that was actually kind of nice to not have to worry about keeping them under control. What it didn't help was his simmering rage that still hadn't ebbed in the least even after nearly offing a second Gaudet. Likely because he knew where he'd inventively end up.

His uniform had been stripped from him, which was another in a great many insults to come. It was like a second skin for how much he wore it and had worn one most of his life. Ransom had always been a cop, it was really all he knew how to do. He had a lot of complaints, none he was going to make as he was brought in front of the enforcer. It was similar to being arrested in some ways and that was something Ransom was very familiar with having been on both sides of it. The only thing that made the experience better was that De Luca wasn't around him anymore having fucked off somewhere else for the time being.

"Is this the part where you run over the rules I already know." Ransom couldn't keep the growling disdain from his words. Was he going to play nice? Probably not. He wasn't patient, he didn't like people in his space or much at all, and he certainly wasn't a cop anymore. He had no requirement to help anyone.

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