Post by Kawairashii Yancha on Feb 24, 2009 21:03:41 GMT -4
Yancha felt the wash of magic surge suddenly from the feline female, as well as the sudden stop of the power's flow. When the mortal doctor opened his eyes he saw the girl standing solemnly as she gazed off into the surrounding area. Yancha looked up into her calm face, only to be shocked by the seriously pained look in her eyes. Yancha saw in her face a strong rage that seemed bound in itself ten times over and still near bursting. He hadn't seen anything quite so odd in a person in a long time, if ever. The girl seemed to be truly bothered by something, but her whole being was crushing her own desire. Yancha was so shocked by the state of Arashi's sister that he took a moment to realize they had arrived in yet another portion of the hellion kingdom. His eyes caught the many women standing with terrifyingly real false smiles and sensual gazes backed in only dark loathing.
Yancha had never seen such a setting, it was as if all the women present were locked in themselves and without thought of their own. He stood, as he had been forced to a knee by the commanding force of the magical energy of the young fallen. Arashi hadn't told him much of the plan he'd made, he said only to go to the third, and his sister did as she was told. Her eyes were bright then, she was happy to have him instruct her, no different then one's eyes when being watched over by their most beloved sibling. Yancha found the sight pleasing, the glow of peace in Arashi when he was near his little sister. Though, the look in her eyes now was much less fond, it was as if the very realm was against her will. He found few looks of adoration, maybe even honest happiness in the scantly clad women bordering the streets.
"Luxferre, what is his place? Where are we?" Yancha's voice was sweet and soft as he addressed the children in his office so often. He found that they were more easily tamed when they felt cared for.
"This layer is home to the Lillum, slaves of hell and the only race of demon known to exist. We are made by the King him or herself to serve. This is my mothers birthplace, the pleasure district," the cool tone spilling from the girls tongue seemed too low to have been so easily heard. Her voice wrapped him and raped him of his mental defenses, directly forcing all of her emotions into his heart. the vengeful disgust she held for the treatment of her kind, for the fate of her mother and her brother. Yancha almost fainted from the harshness of it all. Though, he was instantly aware that this little one was not really as young as she looked. Her mentality was youthful and her emotions raw, she held a loathing that seemed to have been eternal.
"And you feel what about this?" Yancha inquired carefully, his curiosity in his voice, his fearfully shocked expression scrawled across his normally charming face.
"Momma told me that we are a race made for freedom. She taught me to sing and said my voice could make me as free as Rashi. But daddy made me learn the rules, rules that could never be broken. I hate this place. I hate being here. I hate daddy. I hate people who make people do things they don't wanna do. Everybody here makes people do things. And we are the ones that have to listen to them," she grit her teeth and blinked away the tears in her eyes. the girl swallowed her tears and emotions and her face once again went blank. Her eyes swirled into a cute and pleasant expression of false happiness that disturbed the doctor. He wondered just what kind of rules the child was bound to.
"What now?"
"Rashi say take you to a place to sleep. So we sleep," the girl trotted off, fixing her clothes up a bit as she headed over the the lecherous looking fallen in the area. Yancha went to stop her but paused as he caught the idea, he was disgusted at the prospect, but she was "selling" herself to get a room. The doctor's detached norm was shattered by few things, this was one of them. As he waited not to far off for Luxferre to find a mark, he prepared a powerful sedative in one of his vials. He would not let the act go further then the door, it was bad enough he was letting Arashi's sister do this much. Though, he had to admit the girl was good...
Yancha had never seen such a setting, it was as if all the women present were locked in themselves and without thought of their own. He stood, as he had been forced to a knee by the commanding force of the magical energy of the young fallen. Arashi hadn't told him much of the plan he'd made, he said only to go to the third, and his sister did as she was told. Her eyes were bright then, she was happy to have him instruct her, no different then one's eyes when being watched over by their most beloved sibling. Yancha found the sight pleasing, the glow of peace in Arashi when he was near his little sister. Though, the look in her eyes now was much less fond, it was as if the very realm was against her will. He found few looks of adoration, maybe even honest happiness in the scantly clad women bordering the streets.
"Luxferre, what is his place? Where are we?" Yancha's voice was sweet and soft as he addressed the children in his office so often. He found that they were more easily tamed when they felt cared for.
"This layer is home to the Lillum, slaves of hell and the only race of demon known to exist. We are made by the King him or herself to serve. This is my mothers birthplace, the pleasure district," the cool tone spilling from the girls tongue seemed too low to have been so easily heard. Her voice wrapped him and raped him of his mental defenses, directly forcing all of her emotions into his heart. the vengeful disgust she held for the treatment of her kind, for the fate of her mother and her brother. Yancha almost fainted from the harshness of it all. Though, he was instantly aware that this little one was not really as young as she looked. Her mentality was youthful and her emotions raw, she held a loathing that seemed to have been eternal.
"And you feel what about this?" Yancha inquired carefully, his curiosity in his voice, his fearfully shocked expression scrawled across his normally charming face.
"Momma told me that we are a race made for freedom. She taught me to sing and said my voice could make me as free as Rashi. But daddy made me learn the rules, rules that could never be broken. I hate this place. I hate being here. I hate daddy. I hate people who make people do things they don't wanna do. Everybody here makes people do things. And we are the ones that have to listen to them," she grit her teeth and blinked away the tears in her eyes. the girl swallowed her tears and emotions and her face once again went blank. Her eyes swirled into a cute and pleasant expression of false happiness that disturbed the doctor. He wondered just what kind of rules the child was bound to.
"What now?"
"Rashi say take you to a place to sleep. So we sleep," the girl trotted off, fixing her clothes up a bit as she headed over the the lecherous looking fallen in the area. Yancha went to stop her but paused as he caught the idea, he was disgusted at the prospect, but she was "selling" herself to get a room. The doctor's detached norm was shattered by few things, this was one of them. As he waited not to far off for Luxferre to find a mark, he prepared a powerful sedative in one of his vials. He would not let the act go further then the door, it was bad enough he was letting Arashi's sister do this much. Though, he had to admit the girl was good...