The Taste of Blood

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       He keeps his glance of the fair kitten, corner of his lips curling as he catches her excitement. He never quite understood why she enjoyed being around him, but her company was at least more pleasant than the drones of succubi that clung up and down the halls. “I have estate in what was Akkad, now Iraq. The place of my origin. I wasn’t born a demon as you and the other lords and ladies, and my earnings are my own.” Far from anything like a pureblood, both during his mortal life and the demonic after. No, he was much more comparable to a mongrel, guarded and leashed to those very lords and ladies. A beaten dog, but far from a tamed one.                                             What a troublesome situation.         A short breath exhales through his nostrils, amused. “Wouldn’t it reflect poorly on you to invite a demon of lesser status into your chambers?” he says, his heel idly tapping against the other ankle. “I am but a soldier, and those serpents and wolves you speak of wish to nip at your heel and devour you at ever opportunity presented.” his hand raises, gesturing towards her as he speaks in his most gentlemanly tone. “But if the Lady has nary a care, I suppose I’m in no position to deny her, either.”

       A self-satisfied grin found him as his head held inclined and his eyes shut. “ I do not. Only the ones worth hearing it. ” he chimes, his freed hand rising up and gently tapping her cheek with the backs of his fingers. After a moment longer he dropped her hand, pacing a step away from her and leaning against the nearest wall, arms crossing and a leg kicking over the other as his glance turns sidelong towards what could be seen of the outside.         “ I have been well enough, tending to my estate. ” Dipping the souls of the damned into the boiling river only accounted for so much amusement, and the severe lack of war on the surface world has left the elder demon... bored. “ And what of you? Surely your royal duties and political events keep you occupied enough. ”

       And her hand received his, drawing hers up to warm lips. A soft kiss presented itself against the back of her hand, as well as a brief incline of his head. It was tender in nature, adverse to his violent own, but his wasn’t always a constant. He could be gentlemanly during times that required it, especially as he had to be to the royals and their spawn. “ Even the brightest fires pale in comparison to you, little leopard. I suppose I should be honored that you would deign to bless me with your time. ”

       A chort of air was drawn, the cigarette dragged from his lips and to his side. “I’ve doubts you would last through my markings, little vixen.” He says in soft jest returned with a half pivot turned to face her proper- rare of him to do, jest so, but he seemed to be in good spirits. Perhaps manners have finally been beaten into him. Maybe he was biding his time while letting her pick and prod where curiosity drove her, a brow held raised until she steps away. Inevitably, it was his own amusement. “..And besides, I imagine a demon’s energy is less appetizing to you than a mortal’s. Or do you truly s t a r v e so?” And so he figured her as little of a threat, more so a curious bird. He can be polite, a hand brought about his front as he dips to a slight bow.        “I am Dumah, a demon of war. Might I have yours in turn, my lady?”