In every world, there are the rejects. Humans will reject the weak or the mindless. Angels will reject the unholy and the impure. What do Demons reject, though? They come in so many forms, it's not even funny. They reject their half breeds.
In the Demon Realm, they send all of the half breeds in the Demon Realm into one large mansion, give them whatever they need, and then completely ban them from the Demon Realm. These half breeds are half human and half Demon. Since having a child with a human is such a rare occurrence, there are only ten rooms in the manor that are rarely filled. Some of the half breeds leave and forget about their Demon sides. Some stay and help newly discovered Half Breeds with the transition.
Morianna Sparks stays because she is one of those helpers. She's the proclaimed leader of the house. Her luck gave her and her lover a Demon's aging ability. It's incredibly rare, and only appears in three of the demons that currently reside there. Sometimes Demons take on a couple of the abilities of their Demon parents. Some can change their forms, others can cause illusions, some can read thoughts and emotions, but none of them are complete demons. For every strength, there is a weakness. Will the weaknesses tear down the house, or will they be the one thing that shows how special they truly are?
Room 5 [One person. Drifter room.]
Room 6 [One person. Drifter room.]
Damien only grunted and then nodded. He hated using his violence in front of new faces that came to the house, but sometimes it was hard when he got into a heated argument. He felt the squeeze to his hand and gave a small, soft smile towards Morianna. He saw she was leading him into the study space and smile, he always felt comfortable there, no matter what time of day it was. "Sometimes the violence is needed to teach the youngsters their place and know it well. So they know if they do get out of hand, they will be punished." He eyed everyone from the corner of his eyes and sighed. They won't ever know will they? he asked himself in his mind, careful not to speak the words his father told him in the act of violence. As they both entered the study he sat down in his chair, listening intently to Morianna's rambling.
His eyes almost jumped out of his sockets when he heard he should go ask Usagi her family name, but he remained calm and remained in the chair. He breathed in deeply, and looked around for a moment before returning his gaze to his studies. "Me..? Ask her what her family name is? I could smell the two when they came to the door from the study hall. That demon smell is oh so divine, I'd just like some time with her so I can eat her up." He rambled on about how the demon smell that came from the young girl fancied him. Licking his lips, he looked up at Morianna and smiled awkwardly. He had the temptation already on his mind, but didn't let it show."I mean, I will ask her, I just don't know if I'm ready to be around a girl who wrecks of her father's heavenly smell." He told her straightforwardly. He turned his chair to face the fire place and sighed yet again, the vivid flash backs all coming back to him all at once like a power tsunami.
He turned hearing the word 'jerk' and looked into Morianna's beautiful emerald green eyes and stood, placing his hands firmly on the desk. He looked at her with some confusion and concern. "Who was the jerk? The father, oh please he was more of an ass then anything. Its fine, I would've handled it with much more force, but I didn't want to intervene too early encase I got out of hand." He sat back down, leaning back, watching her movements. "Why do you feel that way Morianna? Why would you anyways? Its not like we have eight year olds running around us 24/7. But I might as well take on the 'dad' role if need be. I won't do it unnecessary for this household. But if we did have a child and I was ready of course I'd take it on with full swing and full adaption." He sounded like an ill-manured man at the start of his answer, but then he went soft at the end.
Morianna was a little paniced as Damien came out. She could feel his tense temper as she slammed the door in the father's face. She sighed with releif after her lecture as the group went off on their own. She was pretty confident Rin was in the kitchen, but now asn't the time to check. She took Damien's hand and gave a sweet smile. "Now, now," she murmured, giving his hand a soft squeeze as she started to tug him from the main room "No violence in front of a new face." She kissed his cheek and led him back into the study.
"Since we do have a new face, though, you might as well research her family. Her first name is Usagi, but I didn't catch her family name. Perhaps you could ask her later..." She rambled on in as soothing a tone as she could muster. Her gentle tugs weren't forceful. They just directed in a direction she thought he'd be comfortable in. She'd seen Damien lose it before. She wasn't eager to see it again. She smiled at him again, stopping for a moment. Her voice still rambled on idle topics, but she started to taper off a little, trying to leave him some space if he wanted to interject something.
She also opened her mind to the twins again. (I "How's Usagi adjusting? Does she like her room.") She didn't realize how adjusted she'd become to multitasking around the manor. She patiently let her idle talking slow and open up more space. "...He was a jerk. I hope you don't feel too irritated about how slow I handled it. Just going through with protocol." She sighed and leaned against the wall a moment. "I feel like I should be taking over the 'mom' spot again. If I did that, would you become the 'dad'?"
The question sounded light hearted, but she had always wondere what he had always thought her her insisting on staying in the manor.
Sorry guys. Another cell phone post. D:
I looked at the halfbred coming out and wondered why he was foaming at the mouth. I looked at his eyes that where pure white. I captivated by them. I turned to see Mei and Iem half way up the stairs. I ran to catch up. Mei and Iem showed me to the room. I was shairing with a girl Oriana and her tiger. I was guessing the girl down stairs and the tiger where the ones I was put with. I looked back at the twins. "Thanks Mei and Iem" I walked around the room and set my bags down by one off the dressers. The empty one off course. I started to look around the room. It was pretty. Very old.....
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Mei and Iem nodded to Usagi and began to walk slowly out of the room, heading for the younger females bedroom. Mei had a bored look to him, and didnt pay any mind to Damien as he entered. Iem, out of fear and respect, just gave a small nod in his direction. This man always scared him, but he was like the master of the house, so it was in his nature to be polite.
As they walked down the hallway, they passed Rins room. Iem looked curious and peaked in. He could tell she was there, in her usual firey mood. He made a small smile undernithe his nilon bandages and slowly lifted up his claws. He pulled out another small flower, only light purple this time, from his make-shift pocket, which was just some loose bandages sewn together, with delicate precision and dropped in onto the floor in Rins doorway. He couldnt help but smile more and a light blush tinted his cheeks. He didnt know if she liked the flowers or not, but he liked the feeling of him being able to show affection in some way. It was a nice way to get around his shyness.
They stopped at room four, and gestured inside. Mei was he one to speek of coarse, "This is your room. You'll be shareing with Oriana and her tiger. They arnt to bad, i say you'll be fine." He said with a casual shrug.
Damien heard the commotion outside in the main doorway and decided to go and see what was up. He pushed himself out from under the desk and sighed, pulling his glasses off and setting them on the desk. He walked quickly out the door, sliding the doors shut and walking to the scene where everyone was. His hands were behind his back, his hair slightly bounced with each step he took, his head hung low, his tall lanky body like a piece of stiff spaghetti. As he grew closer, he could hear all the voices of the residents in the home currently. He strode around the corner and continued to walk. His head snapped up as he peeked around the corner, seeing a full blood demon at the doorstep with a shape-shifter and an illusionist of a daughter was an interesting sight to see. She looked around the age of fifteen no higher then sixteen. He glared at the fatherly figure, his white eyes showing a flash of anger. The fatherly figure of the girl was irritating Damien and it was clearly being shown.
His fists became uncontainable, his fingers tensing into a fist then relaxing. His eyes grew hazy, a gray covering surrounding the eyes. His left hand drew itself to Morianna's hand, his tensing grip was a bit uneasy for himself. He could feel everyone's energy and it wasn't going good. His mouth became unusually dry, his grip on his lover's hand became tighter. His anger bubbled inside as the fatherly figure was growing on his nerves. He finally released Morianna's hand, his mouth foaming at the edges, but somehow he manages to keep himself in line.Losing the focus he was using to keep himself in line was a difficult task for him, but he still used the bit of focus he had left.
::Sorry it's a bit short, but it's all I could come up with. :| ::
Rin lifts a hand. Watching the sunlight stream through her fingers, illuminating the orbs of gold; she wishes that her eyes were not so emotional. Multiple times, even if her facade is as blank as a wall, those who dare look deep enough can see the rage - the fury - of Rin. Many of fickle nature turn away from the demon with the red-hot skin and potential to wound. Not many have seen the hurting, the pain that often envelopes the girl. Well, woman, appearing to be a girl. Hopping down from her window-sill, she goes padding back towards her room. Her room where her room-mate seems to of evaporated, once again.
She throws open the curtains, and is instantly drenched in the golden warmth of the rising sun. The sky is of bleeding shades - beautiful reds, streaked with clouds reflecting the shades of golden yellow. A few lone birds circle the skies, cackling to one another. Turning to look at her room - the broken alarm clock - and the desk full of cluttered paintings and drawings. Not to mention the basket-ball looming like a horrid reminder beneath her bed. A sigh. A fluttering of lashes, before something blue catches her eye. Like the flowers in the Manors' gardens, petals a long bloom. Flower? Where did that come from?
Cautious, wrapping her hands into the sleeve of her jumper, Rin lifts the delicate creation. A natural beauty, but the smoking from her jumper inclines her to put it down. How irritating - somebody has obviously placed it there, perhaps to attract her attention? A token of something or the other? How irritating. She sighs, again. Closing her eyes and rubbing the bridge of her nose between two fingers. If she could emotionally just... Detach herself. But that's impossible. She'd need to remove all fury from her being. Now she's irritated. Beyond belief - the basket ball has seemingly earned itself a brutal kick, sending it bouncing about the bottom of the room. Why? Why does this always happen?
I looked back at the twin Mei and Iem. "Hehe even if I did get on someones nerves I could take care of myself. Easily." I said with a hint of attitude. "So are you going to show me to my room?" I asked. I was tired and it had been a long journey from where I had been before here. I picked up my luggage from the ground and started at the two waiting
Mei smiled, it was almost impossible to tell thanks to his wrapped face, but his visible eye sparkled with amusment. "Im Mei, and this is Iem." he motioned to his brother with his claw. His claws were dull from use, unliked Iems, which were still fairly sharp. "Iem doesnt talk much...i do it for him. Ya better hope you dont get on anyones nerves...a few people here might eat you...or burn you alive." He chuckled as he mentioned Rin. He had no problem with her actually but she was one of the few people that Mei was nervous to be around.
Iem however, was not listening to the conversation at all. He was blushing red under the cover of his bandages and he looked in the direction of Rin. Even with his eyes covered, he alwasy knew her direction. Such strong emotions eminate from her, and she alwasy smelled like smoke. The smell reminded a camp fire. As she begins to leave he raises his claw a little, as if to get her attention, and his voice is very soft. Even his brother barely heard him, "Umm..." he says and then just dops his claw and lowers his head. He has always wanted to speek to her, but his unbareable shyness kept him from it. He was to afraid of the light to remove his bandages. The light burned him a bit more then his brother, but he has alwasy been curious as to how Rin really was. Her pressence was so unique, yet very frightning. An interesting combination in his eyes. He had gathered up the courage earlier, to go into Rins room and leave a little blue flower on her table near her window sill. 'I wonder if she found it..' he though to himself as his cheeks tinted a darker red. He was thankfull for his bandages.
By the time Rin has entered the kitchen fray, her temperature is rising ever so slowly. If one to watch her closely, there is smoke - yes, smoke - rising from the back of her polo-neck. Where her flesh is growing to a further degree of heat; Damien just comes in, passes everybody by and exits. Rin wants to eat. However. There is a huge
cat in the floor, the faceless are wandering, a stranger beckons and the red-haired leader is about to leave. Again. In all honesty, Rin doesn't care - past all care for another, let alone herself. And so, she merely ploughs through the growing mass of people. Her small sloping shoulder knocks the bandaged form of Iem - a murmured apology escapes Rins' mouth, almost pathetic, before she wrenches open a cupboard.
The kitchen unit isn't built for heat; when her hand slips away, there is a frightening black scorch mark. Behind the eyes of Rin Kiyoura, a dark intention dances. Right now, she's interested in the beans at the back. Rocking forwards onto the balls of her feet, she seizes the can and withdraws it. Sure, she has no problem eating them cold. But the heat from the palm of her hand will probably be quite fine. She seizes a fork from the drawer, shuts the cupboard door, and slides out of the kitchen as if she was never there. A mere illusion. In a nutshell, Rin hates most pure things. Because they shun her, only her 'blood-status'. In her years that she can briefly remember, life really sucked
. And hell, it ain't so bad anymore.
If you don't scold everything you pass.
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There is a Rin. Sat in the window-frame of one of the study-windows, watching the suns' golden rays splay over the grass. A pot of half-eaten beans in her hand, the fork glinting in the slight light. A butterfly. It does come fluttering, wings of a beautiful shade of blue. It passes Rins' open window, and pauses when a slender finger raises into its' path. When it settles, a smile blossoms. Though... That hot skin begins to singe, but the butterfly does not move - its' small form bursts to flame. Reflected in Rins' eyes is the image; they widen, pupils narrowing when the ashen form of butterfly falls. She sighs, and returns to eating her luke-warm beans. Some things are just not meant to be...
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