Test RP

[Hyrea]

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[Emi]

When Father Orleano accepted Azrel as his disciple, Azrel was required to live with Father Orleano so he could learn the Church's ways easier.

Since Father Orleano had many connections within the local Church, he had been able to acquire a quaint two story brick townhouse that was located five minutes away from the Church. It was placed in the relatively small Church housing neighborhood and most of their neighbors were archpriests but there was the random priest here and there.

Azrel had been given a small square room on the second floor provided with only the barest of necessities. The desk and chair were placed right in front of a medium sized window facing the small front yard. A creaky old bed was placed to the right of the window against a blank wall. To the left, there was an old bookshelf crammed to the brim with heavy volumes and thick books all about the Church and the Light. Azrel also had an excellent view of the sunset from the room and since it was painted a dirty white, it was daily illuminated with pretty colors.

It had been three years since the first time he moved into Father Orleano's house, and the room was just as it had been three years ago. Azrel never bothered with personalizing the room because he did not want to leave anything behind in Father Orleano's house. He'd rather live on the streets than consider this place as his own 'home'.

Azrel glimpsed the cresent moon hanging in the cloudless night sky and he just didn't feel like doing anything productive. He knew that he should reread the Bible of Light as was required of him, but he had already read through the required passage for tonight. Looking out the window, he stared down at the dimly lit neighborhood streets and sighed a little.

[Hyrea]

The demon felt the darkness descend, and the silken air of a spring night drew him out of his hiding. The world was void once more, and the stage beckoned his story.

A step out of the shadows, his shape formed---the figure of a youth, a pale-skinned adolescent boy characterized by an inhuman stare. Cyan eyes glowed softly, the reptilian pupils receiving, observing, existing. Black leather boots knocked crisply upon the stone-tiled flooring of the town streets, the echoes tell of steps surprisingly light.

The demon named Tino pulled the black hood of his mantle over his equally dark hair. He walked, with purpose this time.

He was going to obtain a friend of the enemy.

[Emi]

Azrel sat at his desk and lazily flipped through the Bible before closing it with a snap. It seemed like he would be unable to concentrate on studying tonight and leaned back on his chair with his hands behind his head. He examined the slight cracks on the ceiling for bit, making a mental note to remind Father Orleano that they needed to do some repairs soon and then sat back straight. He felt like a cup of warm milk with honey now, so after returning the Bible back to it's rightful place on the bookshelf, he went downstairs to the kitchen.

[Hyrea]

Through the yard, the porch and the closed door, the demon found his way into the Orleano residence. A house of the holy, it was. But perhaps not holy enough to resist a demon.

To the demon, the air in the house reeked of light. He would sneeze, but the smell did not offend him enough. The humans made up for it. Once in the corridor, Tino melted himself into the pane of shadow that crawled along the floor-kissed corner of the wall. He heard footsteps upon the stairs, and paused in his movements.

He watched from the shadows as a boy passed by. The priest-in-training has the same youthful look as he, though obviously...a lot more human. Locking his sight on the boy, stare unmoved as the boy made his way into the kitchen.

Then, as the human boy disappeared into the kitchen, the demon made his way up the stairs, into the boy's room, and waited. Quietly. Standing. Out of the shadows and ready to greet.

[Emi]

Stirring the warm milk so that the honey dissolved properly, Azrel sipped it slowly and then turned off the lights in the kitchen. He carefully walked up the stairs in the dark and tried to make as little noise as possible since he could hear Father Orleano's snoring all the way down the hallway. Milk at night calmed him more than he let on and he smiled contently to himself.

However the appearance of a hooded boy in the room caused the calm to dissipate. When he opened the door, he did not expect anyone to be standing in the room at all. With a startled 'Whoa', he jumped backwards and nearly spilt his cup of milk. He fumbled with the cup and was successful in not spilling anything as questions flashed through his mind. How had this boy entered his room? Who was he? What was he doing here?

However Azrel was quickly reminded that he was still standing in the hallway as the loud snoring of Father Orleano continued and he hesitated for a second before quickly entering the room and quietly shutting the door behind him. He kept a hand on the handle however, ready to make a getaway if needed and clutched the cup tighter with his other hand.

Azrel stared at the hooded figure suspiciously and saw glowing cyan reptilian eyes. Scratch that question of who he was, was this guy even human? Finally relenting to his curiosity, Azrel composed himself and asked in a neutral tone, "Who or what are you and why are you here?"

[God]

Tino regarded the human boy with quiet, chilling eyes. A pale boy's face visible even beneath the shadows of the black hood by virtue of interior lighting, the demon wore no expression.

He watched as the boy named Azrel react to his presence, became startled and suddenly alert. He had shut the door behind him---the demon would've cracked a smile if he had a sense of humour. But to Tino, that merely meant the boy can keep a secret.

Not many humans can.

"I am a demon, here in your room," a young, smooth voice snaked out of the dark-haired demon's lips, declaring fact in monotone. Cyan eyes looked into jaded hues. "Will you not call upon your mentor?"

[Emi]

Cold eyes stared back at Azrel and he didn't know what the right reaction was to that piece of news about the demon. Azrel settled on a blank face just like the demon as he refused to show any more signs of being surprised.

Azrel knew though that this could probably be the only time when he would ever get this close to a demon. He would have to be able to impress this demon somehow if he wanted to get a contract out of this situation.

"I'm assuming that you wouldn't be in my room if you wanted to talk to my... mentor."

Azrel could not stop the disdain flashing through his teal-colored eyes at the mention of the priest however. But he leaned back against the door and loosened his grip on the door a bit. The demon could probably have killed him already if that was what it was here for, so Azrel could only guess that it was here for something else.

Hoping for something that could help calm his thought processes, he never took his eyes off the demon as he quickly took a small sip of his cooling milk. The demon was giving him nothing to work with, and Azrel did not know what it wanted so he repeated himself.

"Demon, you still haven't answered why you're here......Just how may I help you?"

Azrel wondered if he should have sounded almost mocking with that last question, but he wanted to appear unaffected by the presence of a demon at all.

[God]

Eager to please.

A small hint of recognition flickered behind the demon's eyes. A trickster's buff, an ambitious gesture... The boy was no wimp of religion, nor a messenger of the light. Perhaps a brave soul, but for the wrong causes. By the Church's standards, anyway.

"I do not wish to speak to your mentor. That is correct," the dark-haired one responded, his reply void of further purpose than simply confirming the boy's words. He watched as the youth's grip on the doorknob loosened. Calming himself with a sip of beverage, the boy appeared to be readying himself to confront.

You want something.

Blinking slowly, the demon's glowing eyes dimmed only slightly before he made a light bow to the boy, the skirts of his black mantle falling forward as he moved. The stoic demon suddenly seem to be animated by the gesture of compliance.

"How may I help you?"

[Emi]

Staring straight back at the demon and appearing unfazed, he barely twitched at the question.

However the demon seemed to be one step ahead of Azrel as it repeated his question back at him. He should also have expected the demon to be able to pick up on his bluff and he mentally winced.

However, asking another question would probably be pointless judging from how the demon had answered him previously, so he got straight to the point.

"I want a demon to serve me."

At that, Azrel looked shrewdly at the demon.

[God]

Straightening back up from his bow, Tino looked back into the human boy's eyes. His counterpart was blunt, and ambitious no doubt. But the demon had little mind for surprise or amusement. He'd cut straight to the point.

"Very well," he said, staring back emotionlessly at the boy. "And what is your offer?"

Half-closing his eyelids and shaping the cyan glow into thin almonds, the dark-haired demon watched the face of the other boy. They had similarly young faces, the same slender build, and almost the same height---but the demon was double the boy's age.

"How powerful a demon are you looking for?"

[Emi]

It was good that the demon had been as direct with Azrel as he had with it as Azrel had already decided that he was not going to beat around the bush.

"...What do you consider an offer if I wanted you?"

Azrel examined the demon again with cautious eyes and then something clicked. A demon normally would not come to a house of the Light would they? He had not been attacked and Father Orleano was still snoring away. The demon had actually been talking to him and was also possibly offering him a chance to get a demon in return for something. Azrel could he could only assume that the demon wanted something related to the Light.

As Azrel stared at the demon thoughtfully, he found himself finishing off the cup of now cool milk to buy himself some more time to think things through. Physically, they were similar in terms of their slim builds and height. Azrel guessed that it must be why he was approached, he was the youngest priest-in-training after all. Figuring that he probably wouldn't get another chance as good as this, he asked,

"...If I give you some information about the Church, will you tell me where I will be able to find other demons if you're not the right one for me?"

[God]

"It would cost you your soul if you wanted me," the young-looking demon replied. "And you shall have to die before the age of twenty-five, as I prefer younger souls..."

Tino found himself a flickering revelation behind the boy's eyes. The boy was quick at knowing what he wanted, and also quick at giving it to him. Though Azrel was not quite on the mark---it is in a demon's nature to demand more than he is offered.

The black-clad demon stepped towards the human boy, moving from his stance for once. Closing in on Azrel, he talked into the boy's ear, voice hollow and wispy.

"I may find you a demon, yes. A powerful shade, so you will not have to pay a large price. My condition is that as long as your demon is still in contract with you...You will do as I say, and give me information as I demand. All in regards to the Church. This is a contract before the contract." He paused lightly, then stepped back a little. Cyan eyes blinking, he watched the human. "Do you believe in the Holy Father?"

[Emi]

Azrel made a small disgruntled sound at the back of his throat. A demon was right in here in his room! The price was too high despite how mesmerizingly close he was to being able to get his wish fulfilled. As long as he could get a contract, he'd listen to the demon... for now.

Azrel felt every muscle in his body tense as the demon talked right next to his ear and then it stepped back. The cup was still in his hand; hoping that it would not crack or shake and give him away, he slowly placed it on the floor to his side, still facing the demon. He could not stand anyone in his personal space if he was not prepared for it.

As he straightened back up against the door, he could feel his control slipping. Shutting his eyes for a moment as if to consider what the demon was saying, he quickly reconstructed the wall, firmly shutting away unnecessary thoughts and just concentrated on his main goal.

He turned narrowed empty teal-colored eyes at it as he thought about only getting a contract with a shade to as little cost as possible. Azrel determinedly took a small step forward just to show he did not appear intimidated.

"I will give you information you require regarding the Church only, and only if, you can find me a good demon."

Azrel would not affirm or deny whether he would follow the demon's orders though. He continued,

"..So what does it matter about my beliefs?"