Raphael grinned to himself as he waited ever so patiently for an update from the guards about his newest claim. This was almost as satisfying and exciting as when he'd claimed Ransom. That one had been a long, long time coming, something he'd worked for himself for centuries to be rewarded with the black dragon slave he'd always desired. Onyx was a personal vendetta; the thunderbird tried to steal from him and now Raph would spend the rest of the stupid creature's life humiliating and tormenting him.
He never knew until now how much fun it could be owning slaves that he had personal connections or grudges against. If he'd been quicker, he would've claimed the Irish familiar who'd been a thorn in his side since the Second War too... but he'd let Gareth have that one. He could always see if the aswang was open to sharing since Gareth liked playing with Ransom. He'd also be happy to share Onyx too if the younger master so wished (and he bet Gareth would given the two masters' shared tastes).
The ghoul's eyes lit up hearing and seeing the notification his prize was on the way. He'd sent down Onyx's collar, wrist and ankle cuffs with chains currently attached, chastity cage, and butt plug for the guards to install down in the Undercroft. Gold seemed suitable for the greedy bird. His slave would be coming to him perfectly decorated and naked –– an early taste of his life from now on. Raphael rushed to the door in a flash at the knock, opened it, and beamed like a child on Christmas morning.
"Thank you gentlemen," he said to the guards in a joyful tone. His dark eyes roamed hungrily over his pretty new toy that he promptly dragged into his suite and shut the door behind him. "Welcome home, stupid bird. Aren't you excited to be all mine?"
