Illiendi was many things but psychic was not one of them so as the tumultuous ramblings of his little human's mind rattled around shaking belief's to the very core the demon was none the wiser. He could tell there was something on the man's mind but the demon lacked the ability to think like a human in many ways and thus couldn't even hesitate a guess at what it was that was bugging him. So instead he focused on his job, he cleaned his master free of as much grim as was humanely possible and pocketed the handkerchief before taking himself back to his chair and sitting down. He waited for the human to speak and there was a flash of warmth at the corners of his mouth, a small grin that was both wolfish and warm all at once. "And I would have it no other way my master." He purred in response. Illiendi had chosen Amano after all, over all those people gathered, people with power and wealth, with contacts and influence and he had scorned them all for the boy they had intended to sacrifice. It was that very look he had now, that determination and unwavering desire. He would follow his wish to the ends of this earth, he was not an oath breaker, he was not a weasel. When the time came for payment he was certain that Amano would not cry or beg for his life but accept that that was the price agreed on and that collection was due. He was strong in a way that few humans could be, his soul was strong, not just for his sense of will power and mental fortitude but the soul itself. It took a lot to look at a demon let alone tame one, it took more to understand the pact with one and yet further more to refuse the ability to escape. Of course the offer had been a trick, he had never allowed a master to go back on their deal and had Amano accepted Illiendi would have burned him and the establishment to the ground in his disappointment with the human. The food soon arrived and Illiendi set to pouring the drinks allowing the woman to be on her way once the food had reached the table. With drinks served and master settled the demon sat himself in front of his human meal and tried to look excited for it. In all honesty there was a slight look of distrust on his face as he eyed the pot of cooked fruits. It smelled wonderful, which in itself was problematic as he was certain it would taste like ash. He sighed faintly and carefully filled his spoon, blowing on the hot contents and offering it to Amano, "Would you like to try some master?" The demon would not admit the offer was for his own benefit, if Amano ate the thing one day Illiendi would be able to absorb the memory of what it tasted like. "I hear it is very good." And of course he was not going to admit that he'd want to know what it tasted like before his demon curse ruined it for him. It was not something he regretted mind, it was a coldly logical approach he took to the idea, he had had several thousand years to grow accustom to the fact nothing tasted of anything anymore and it had become as second nature as not breathing anymore. Of course the latter was now kept as a sordid habit of sorts rather than of any real need to do so.

That smile spreading across the demon's features fills Amano with even more mixed feelings but for the most part he is happy to see it. Something about a non-condescending smile makes him feel all warm and fuzzy, and when it's followed up with the demon's apparent approval Amano can not imagine what could possibly make him happier. E coughs lightly, fighting back the huge grin trying to fight it's way to the surface and does his best to keep a respectable smile on his lips instead. He is still in a good mood when the waitress returns and the lightness allows him to ignore her continued looks at his manservant, the obvious attempts at flirtation not getting to him this time. He watches as Illiendi begins pouring the drinks, watching his grace and precision in even this simple task before preparing to dig into his meal. However, before he can even get a bite in the demon is offering him a bite of his fruit salad. 'Well, more like fruit soup. . . .It does smell nice' His smile widens slightly and he nods, leaning over to the proffered spoon to take the bite off of it. The fruit is still rather warm but not scalding, the mix of heat and sweet tangling on his tongue in a pleasant fashion and he nods in approval, savoring the bite. Swallowing it he licks his lips to get at the escaped sweetness before laughing slightly at himself and murmuring a thanks to Illiendi. “That is quite good, thank you for sharing Illiendi.” Turning his attention back to his own dish he eats slowly, that ache in his stomach slowly easing as the food does it's job. After a little while he brings up the matter of the quest they are about to embark on. “So, any idea what exactly to expect? I don't know how long it's been since you were hear last, or if you've ever been where we're going. . . .” He looks up at the man across from him questioningly, sipping his tea.

It seemed whatever grey fog settled over the young Lord had passed as quickly as an ocean storm, the demon couldn't quite understand that aspect of humans. How they can be so full of one emotion one moment, to the point they seemed to be fit to burst with it and then in a blink of an eye they were empty of it again. It was equal parts fascinating and bizarre, not that a demon would ever be seen admitting such. Thanked for sharing his food the demon merely gave a slight nod of his head, there was no point in telling the youth that it had been more for illiendi's benefit than his own. He'd watched every move and every muscle on the human's face and had come to the conclusion it probably was pretty good. Taking a small amount on his fork he bought it to his lips, almost grateful when Amano asked his question so the fork could be lowered again and it would look natural rather than like avoidance. "I have some idea of what will be out there, my kind put most of it there." He said casually, setting the fork down completely and concentrating on the lord, or some of his kind had become what was out there. Cast out angels deformed and warped in such a way they were not recognizable anymore. "I have also been where we are going a couple of times, though it has been quite a while since last I was this side I have kept tabs on places of interest through one means or another. Are you sure you want to know what we are heading out there for? I can guarantee a majority of your fame is not going to come from what you find when we reach those forbidden lands but the journey both there and back again." The demon made a motion to stab his fruit again, swirling the contents lightly as if creating a tempest inside the fruit skin. "It might make you change your mind about what we're about to do, though I can assure you you will be safe, the men we take with us I can not offer the same promise too, nor can I promise you will return as you are now. That is to say my master in one piece mentally or otherwise. Do you still wish to know?"

Still rather happy over things Amano listens intently to Illiendi, his eyes trained on the demon as he speaks of what is to be found in the place they are heading for, a light smile on his lips. As he goes on his face falls slightly, imagining what things must be there to have the fallen angel speak so darkly and what things could be so life changing that Illiendi actually asks him if he really wants to know. He's not an uncaring youth however the prospect of those who will accompanying them being in mortal danger doesn't really phase him. Any men they take will know full well the possible consequences of their decision and Amano feels that that is enough for him. However, looking into the eyes of the man across from him the boy is forced to swallow hard and drop his gaze so he can think.

'It must be quite the journey. It's easy to see that by the look in his eyes, the way he speaks about it intense. . .' He looks back at the demon his gaze uncertain for an instant then at last he blinks slowly and gives a sharp nod. In a soft voice he says, “I walked into this with my eye open, knowing what I was getting into, at least as far as a hu-,” he checks himself, “someone like me can imagine. I made my deal knowing this, even if my imagination falls woefully short of the reality that will one day face me, and I choose to continue living that way, with my eyes wide open.” He gives the demon a wry smile before taking a bite of his meal. “Tell me what you can Illiendi, I will not shy away from my decision, no matter the horrors you paint for me.”

There it was, that spark, that power, the thing that drew Illiendi to the youth when the room had been filled with powerful people. People who had been born into money and riches, born into the power they had and here was a boy, a nothing who could command a prince of hell because of the power he was going to find. A small smile played the lips of the demon, "Yes my master." He purred in an almost tender way, the demon took a sip of the steaming water before him and then set it aside, "The journey for a week will cause no issue unless the weather worsens, thereafter we will hit turbulent waters ruled by creatures so fantastical and frightening that few sailors have left alive, if we navigate these sirens well enough there is the sea of a thousand teeth, which moves as and where it likes, a leviathan from the days before the fall that pierced the realms long before we did. When we survive him we will be free, for the most part, as long as the ship does not attract the serpents or krakens that dwell in such dark uncharted waters, if the ship of souls piloted by an insane demon does not hunt us and the men on the ship are not maddened by all they see that they turn feral. Then we may reach the rocks called Lucifer's fangs, jagged and hard to navigate with only one known spot for safe harbour." He paused to dab a napkin at the side of his mouth. "As long as the ash strewn beach does not burn the skin from your feet, oh what sights you'll see master. Dragons still soar the blackened skies billowing flames to attract their lovers. The rocks, charred by dragon fire, glitter like black gold and deep inside the mountains the dragons live in a mineral so rare that in all of history only two humans have ever laid eyes upon it. They call it the dragon's tear but that is a story for the ship."

He took his cup and finished his tea before returning his gaze to his young master, no doubt the boy would have had SOME reaction to the news he bought and while he had divulged much he had left out more, let the boy be surprised by what he saw, let him relish the new experiences, let that feed the beautiful soul that Illiendi was cultivating.

He does his best to suppress the shudder as once again the demon calls him 'master'. He knows that Illiendi will continue to do so and he really must get used to it if he's to remain in the man's company in the future. 'It's just a word. Connotations aside, the rush of feeling powerful aside, it's just. . . .A word' He knows that argument will not be winning this day, but as he watches the beast sip his drink he manages to calm himself ever so slightly. Just enough to not have his eyes dancing when Illiendi looks back at him and begins speaking of what they will find in their travels.

He first speaks of the boat trip itself, and Amano can feel his eyes going wide as Illiendi speaks of things he'd only read of in books. The child in him feels a deep wonder at the idea of these things being real, relishing the idea of seeing them in person, but the practical part of his mind realizes that such things would tear him limb from limb if given the chance. The danger of them ignites both fear and intense excitement inside the young man and he sits a little forward to hear better as the demon goes on. 'I will be able to see these things, if they show themselves, and I will be safe, for Illiendi will be with me. He has made me a promise, and I don't see him letting me die before it's fulfilled'

When the word dragons leaves the demon's lips Amano's eyes go impossibly wide. He almost doesn't care that Illiendi goes on to speak of some rare stone or metal, whispering, “Dragons. . . .” under his breath, his mind going wild. The grace and power represented in such beasts has always fascinated the youth and the idea of even seeing one has his insides sparking with joy. His passion for this endeavor grows deeper and more intense, vague images of meeting and perhaps even taming or subduing one of more of these mighty beasts – these legends – has him literally thrumming with excitement. He can feel a tingle racing across his skin and he doesn't even realize he's ginning like an overly excited child as he looks up into Illiendi's beautiful eyes.

Taking a steadying breath he relaxes his smile a bit, realizing that the grin is there and is likely making him look foolish. With a slow nod he sits back again, taking a sip of his tea before speaking up. “Thank you, Illiendi, for telling me these things. These creatures, this whole adventure, sounds like something that will create legends.” He raises an eyebrow with a chuckle. “Seems I will live on here long after my soul goes. . . .Elsewhere.” He shrugs. “Or not. As long as my life is as I wish it to be, then I could care less what happens after I die.” He looks up at the demon with a half smile. “After all, that's the deal. I live the life I want, and I'm all yours after that.” With a wistful sigh he looks towards the front window, cradling his teacup in his hands. “Dragons. . . Amazing. . .”

Illiendi tilted his head at the glassy look in his charges eyes, of course, monsters and miracles always made humans look so enamoured. He'd left out the part where the sirens would drag them to the depths of underwater caves before fucking and disembowelling them, usually at the same time. Where they looked beautiful only until their songs stopped and then the ugliness is exposed. Where the sea of teeth would spin and rotate causing almost every ship that ever crossed its path to slip down into its gullet where the crew met a painful and agonising death. He left out where the dragons breath rendered people to naught but blackened, glass like bones. The boy was enthused and that was what Illiendi needed, the enthusiasm of one man was going to be where he drew his power from. "That is what you asked for is it not? The adventure of a life time, something no one had ever done, something that would make your family quiver at their very souls with wretchedness."

Illiendi glanced out the window, following the gaze of his charge and allowing the boy his silence, "You like dragons huh?" He mused quietly, "Strange boy, though I wonder." If Amano liked dragons, real dragons, then perhaps the boy would be the first in an age that could handle the true appearance of the demon. Probably better that neither of them tested such so early on though. "Where will we be going next master?"

Nodding vaguely at Illiendi's question about his family Amano smiles softly as he imagines the look on his father's face when he returns, all the glory and power he will build. The envy on his brothers' faces when he lives the life that he's always wanted to while they are stuck with their lots in life dictated by fate. 'I will live a grand, glorious life, happy and content, with anything and everything I could ever want, and all it costs me is my afterlife. . . .I know it is a great thing, I suppose, but. . .I have this life, and it is all I really have control over, so if I can live how I want now, nothing after matters to me. My life is precious to me, not my soul. . .'

Letting out a soft sigh he looks over at the beast as he speaks again, getting lost for a moment in that lovely face before the words register and he pulls himself out of his dream like state. He flushes a little at being called strange before answering softly. “Yes, I like them, the idea at least, and yes, I suppose I am strange but. . .” He looks up into Illiendi's eyes shyly. “I suppose also that there's something about that strangeness that delivered me to you, so I do not see it as a bad thing.” The light shiver passes without any real notice and after taking the last couple bites of his meal he towns his tea politely and stands, wiping his lips.

“I think it is time to head back home and begin working on more of the paperwork for this venture.” He gestures toward the map Illiendi carries. “I would like to see the exact route we will be taking as well, and perhaps you could begin instructing me in some of the skills you think will be useful. He says that last part a little quieter than the rest as they head out the door, knowing it's not the best thing to say in public when trying to build a reputation. He falls into the posture Illiendi has encouraged him to maintain as they walk town the street and he does his best to maintain it while winding his way through the busy streets. 'Maybe pretending to be confident is the first step to real confidence' He muses, rolling his shoulders hoping they adjust to the new posture quickly.

Illiendi straightened from his seat as his master indicated his desire to leave, the slightest of smirks on his lips from the words both previous and present of the young human. Such a desire to learn, grow, explore. It would be a shame to take such a soul in some ways, of course, in others that is what would make him such a delicacy. "As you wish my master." He purred in that ever so charming way, offering a slight bow before heading for the door and holding it open for Amano.

It was good to see the lesson on posture had been so well received, with no need to rectify the boy at present the demon followed as all good demons did, behind and to the left of their master. "There is indeed much to do still. However, a detour is necessary, a good son should bring his mother a gift. I'd suggest flowers. A present to ease her soul at the idea of your parting." Illiendi phrased it as if he were questioning rather than telling but with the subtle guidance of his own body he began to steer amano towards the nearest flower shop, briefly allowing his fingers to brush the petals of the flower Amano had graced him. He could feel it dying, wilting, trembling...Illiendi would have to fix that when he was next alone. "Lily's are for death, Roses for love, I'd suggest some kind of daisy, they mean loyalty, love and commitment. What do you think?"

Amano is beginning to anticipate Illiendi's use of the word “master”, looking forward to the delightful little shiver, and almost hoping he never grows used to hearing it. 'I enjoy the rush I get,t he thrill of it. I hope it never gets boring' He glances at the demon with a smile on his lips as he passes him in the doorway and thinks, 'there is no way I will ever bore of this creature or anything he does. . .' Letting out a soft sigh he waits until Illiendi is in place before striking off down the street. He slows only slightly as the man suggest a detour, and with a glance over his shoulder he spots the faint caress of his gift to the demon.

He doesn't indicate he saw it however and gives Illiendi a not, letting himself be guided along toward the sweet aroma of flowers. He thinks over when the demon has to say, but in the back of his mind he recalls a rather inconsequential bit of information he thought would never be of any use. When they reach the stall outside the flower shop he murmurs softly, “Mother always loved tulips. . .” He reaches out to brush his fingers over the cut flowers settled in water on the wooden surfaces, but then his eyes go to the shop itself.

He remembers more now. Once, his father had actually upset his mother and brought her home a bouquet of cut white tulips in apology. 'But cut flowers only last so long, and as did his sorrow over upsetting her, if it was ever there at all. . .' He lets Illiendi open the door for him and they ender the floral, earthy smelling shop. Within minutes they emerge once more, Amano clutching a pot with a single flower growing in it. He knows that normally when one gets “flowers” for someone, one gets a bouquet, or at least a full bushel of them when getting potted ones, but he thinks his mother will understand when he presents her with his gift.

Not wanting Illiendi to think him foolish, and now out of earshot of the clerk, he explains softly so that only the sharp eared demon will be able to hear him. “Mother is always getting flowers from father, cut ones, and they are normally received well. However, for me, this means the gesture has been watered down for her. . .” He takes a slow breath. “White means sorry for tulips, and right now that is what she wants from me. She wants me to feel bad that I am causing her pain, and I got her this so that no matter how long I am gone, it will continue to grow back, renewing my feelings.” He glances over his shoulder, looking embarrassed slightly before turning his gaze back to the road.

I want to get her another one right before I leave, a pink one. It means confidence and happiness. I want her to know I am doing this for myself, and that it is making me happy, for the first time in my life, and that I am confident in what I am doing. . .” He bites his lip for a second before murmuring, “I know you didn't ask for an explanation, but as the flowers were your idea. . .And sorry, I know this whole love thing is not something of interest to you, but I do love her and want to put some thought and care into this beyond the simple act of handing over flowers that will die soon. . .” He glances over his shoulder at the one he gave Illiendi. “I really wish I could have gotten you one that would last. It suits you. . .” He gives the man a half smile before turning his attention back on the road.

Illiendi watched the boy as he went about choosing his flower, clearly there was some methodology to his choosing that Illiendi couldn't quite grasp. Eventually the pair were leaving with a potted plant, it seemed an unwise choice to the demon, it was dirty, messy, hard to keep and would need constant attention to survive. While cut flowers showcased the beauty and frailty of life and could be disposed of within a week. Despite his own views he said nothing about it out loud and continued his quiet observations. Without asking a thing Amano answered the unasked questions, although stuttering and fumbling over words as he did so. It did not surprise him his father often tried to cover his misdeeds with the gift of flowers, such a blunt and simple man would go to such blunt and simple methods. The thought behind the gift made sense, it would grow and thrive, as long as it was tended, pacifying the upset Chesia. Pink tulips were to be bought later on as further proof. While the ideas and knowledge made sense to Paimon, the feelings and emotions that Amano seemed to experience were somewhat lost on him. Oh silly demon, until you love something you'll never understand what it is to feel anything. The sing song females voice was interrupted as Amano fixes his eyes on him and then the flower fixed to his jacket. The compliment was lost on him but he glanced to the flower, it's mortality would not be an issue, if it made Amano happy it could and would live, in a sense.

Once Amano was back on the road the demon's fingers curled about one of the flowers bell shaped heads and a small black mist escaped his fingertips and was leaked into the bloom. The slightly wilted flower perked up, briefly pulsing black before returning to normal. A few minutes wouldn't hurt, he hoped.

The travel back to the house was simple and quick, soon they were ascending the stairs to the front door and Illiendi stepped in front of Amano to open it for him. Once inside he let his eyes fall briefly shut, ten seconds passed in still silence and when his eyes opened he spoke to Amano, "Your mother is in the drawing room if you wish to see her now. Or shall we continue our preparations first? Your eldest brother and his wife are here in their room, your father and other brothers are out."

The silent walk back to his house is a little nerve wracking. A part of him really wants to ask what Illiendi thinks about his idea, and a part of him is just worried that the demon finds it all very stupid but just doesn't want to tell him for some reason. He's worried about setting aside the man's advice and doing his own thing, since after all, that's why Illiendi's here. To advise him, to show him the right way to accomplish his goals. . .'But, I think my ideas are good. I think they will serve me well, and I know my mother better than he does. . .I think, I think this is for the best. . .' Despite reassuring himself he still feels a bit uncomfortable as they enter his home and he puses, staring at Illiendi as he just stands there, eyes closed, not moving.

When the demon announces the locations of those in his house he can't help but smile appreciatively. “Could have used that skill when I was little.” he murmurs, giving the male a half smile. “Would have helped save me from many a prank from my dear brothers. . .” Letting out a long sigh he takes to staring at his flower, thinking, until at last he nods. “I think I'll give her the flower first. The talk will take a bit, so it's best to get it out of the way.” With a deep breath he nods to the demon, then heads off towards where his mother is located. Once they arrive he speaks softly to Illiendi. “Mother may or may not want you here. Please gauge her mood and act accordingly.” Opening the door he walks in, holding the plant carefully as he walks over to his mother who is sitting near the window, looking out.

“Hello mother.” he calls as he approaches. She turns in her seat, looking both delighted to see him, and immeasurably sad. She holds out a hand to him which he takes carefully and gives a kiss before sitting on a cushioned bench beside her. Holding out the flower he murmurs softly, “ Here mother, I bought this for you.” He sets it near her on the broad sill and he watches as she begins to cry softly. He does his best to simply keep a brave, happy face as he reaches out and takes her hand. She hasn't acknowledged Illiendi yet, positive or negative, but as he takes her hand she glances at him, a pleading look in her eyes.

Her eyes fall back on her son and she whispers, “You can't go, you just can't. My baby, my Amano. . .” She reaches out with her free hand and cups his cheek and he smiles at her softly.

“I will be fine mother. I will be careful. I'm not the son of one of the best merchants in the city for nothing.” He nods towards Illiendi. “Besides, I have the best manservant anyone could ever hope for. He's good at his job and I have all faith in him to keep my head firmly attached to my shoulders.” He smiles brightly as she looks over at the demon in man's clothing again.

With a stern, sharp tone despite her tears she demands, “You keep my boy safe!” Amano strokes her hand, bringing her attention back to him and she smiles wetly at him. She speaks softly for a while about memories of him. Of his birth, his fist time walking, his first skinned knee. The first time she found him locked in a closet by his older brothers makes him grimace a little but she simply laughs it off, convinced it's normal sibling things. In truth, they had tied him up snug and if they hadn't blabbed to Raoul what they had done he very well could have starved in the unused little hole they'd stuck him in. Not a pleasant memory for him, though it did serves as a good warning in later years when they started trying more drastic measures. He recognized the tone of voice.

And hour passes before at last her attention goes back to the flower and he brightens considerably. “You always told me you wanted to work in the gardens but never have time, so this will be perfect for you!” he chimes, touching the side of the pot gently. He knows the other reason is she doesn't like getting filthy, but a potted plant should cause minimal mess when being cared for as far as he knows. “You can ask the gardener how to care for it, and then, when I come home, you can show me how well it's doing!”

She smiles sadly at his enthusiasm but nods in agreement none the less, reaching out and stroking one of the delicate petals. “I shall care for it every day, praying my son will return to me whole. . .” She gives Illiendi another sharp look but this time there is a touch of something else Amano misses as he's looking at the tulip that says she needs to speak to him later. They spend a little more time speaking of the past, Amano talking animatedly about how he'd won the sword competition and how he was never caught by the dock workers when they got upset with him over various things. She smiles and laughs at the stories and by the time he and his manservant leaves she looks to be in a considerably better mood.

Closing the door quietly Amano half slumps against it, letting out a long sigh. With a faint smile he looks over at Illiendi and murmurs softly, “Well, that went well, don't you think?” Pushing off the door he heads towards his room, keeping an ear out for the demon's reply, his insides aching over making his mother cry. 'I am sorry mother, but I have to do this. I have to make my impact on the world. . .I need to live a life I can be proud to leave behind. . .'

Illiendi, while noticing the discomfort of his lord does nothing to reassure him, the young man would have to learn to trust his own instincts, his own decisions and move with them accordingly. Illiendi did not think this was a poor decision but it was something the demon had never truly considered. When Amano warned him to gauge the mother's mood and leave if it seems it's desired he nods lightly and purrs a gentle affirmative to his master. Inside the room it all gets tensely emotional, which would have been wonderful if this was not a woman's sadness, the most fickle and undesirable of emotions in the demons opinion. He almost leaves on precedent but the woman pins him with those begging eyes of hers, he wasn't sure what she wanted but he stayed regardless.

When she addresses him like a fierce dog protective over her pup he smiled faintly, taking a knee with a low bow, "My dearest Lady, I will sooner die than allow harm befall your son. You have my word and my honour he will return to you." In one manner or another, he thought to himself, raising again and remaining silent as they reminisced over old memories both pleasant and painful, the boys first 'prank' on their brother caught his attention and his imagination. He'd wait until they were in private to ask his master's permission...although, he wouldn't detail the plan.

There were more tears and more memories but finally the woman seemed to calm down and appreciated the gift her son had chosen and was able to catch the look in her eyes and respond with a small, faint nod to show his understanding. He waited for Amano to be done with his further memories before opening the door for his master and seeing him out. The door closed behind them he watched his master react, a slightly confused expression that was wiped away by the time the attention was back on him. "I do believe it did." He responded to the question asked, following behind Amano on the way back to his room. "I am sure she will love the second you give her just as much."

Opening the door to the youngest sons room, he let his master step inside and followed shutting the door gently behind him. He rolled out the maps on the large table, pinning each corner with a weighted item and taking up a charcoal stick. He circled the port they would be leaving from and crossed the port/area they'd be docking at when they reached their destination. Then he waited for Amano to join him. "The route we will be taking is seldom travelled by those considered 'sane', the first week out will be simple enough." He dotted a lien from the circle almost horizontally, "Our biggest danger here will be whales, sharks and scurvy." he uttered, then he took the dotted line up and around in an arc over what looked like rocks. "Here is the first challenge, the singing sirens, they aren't the fantastical or horrific creatures of tale but somewhere in between. The Captain would be best to be below deck as we pass them, so he may find a little sleeping agent in his tea before hand. You will be affected by them but I will keep you from straying too far. It'll take us a day and night to pass them." He paused as he drew a dotted line up to where a picture of whirlpool was indicated, "Two days after this we will come to this spot. This is the jaws of a giant beast, no one can pin when it will rise or how the pools are created but many ships have been scrapped on the jagged teeth of it. I am sure we will encounter it somewhere around this area." He carefully sketched a rough trapezoid around the whirlpool. Then he drew a dotted line from the top of the shape, seemingly going quite an indirect route and yet the one that makes the most sense. There was a patch of barren sea but he circled it regardless, "Here we are likely to encounter pirates and a ghost ship if the night favours us, it'll take us two days to pass through the territory of the forgotten and the dead, I do not doubt we will meet one or the other." He carried on his dashes to the next point where a serpent had been drawn, "It's name is Gilgamas, you could say he's a distant relative of mine, a leviathan cursed to earth and to forget his heritage. he likes tipping over and breaking ships, he will be the hardest to traverse for he and I are supposedly evenly matched. However, I do not doubt we can steal one of his scales or teeth. I think two days will be ample to do this in." Another dashed line bought them to another set of rocks. "Here rather than danger is great beauty, the ruins of an ancient forgotten city. The rocks hide much of it from view and are impossible to sail through, so they say, however a garden blooms in the old ruins and it is said to this day there is treasure left behind by the fleeing natives." He drew another dashed line that skirted closer to the land and circled a piece of land and their route. "You will see the black castle of old from the ship, when the wind blows you can still hear the screams of the people inside, by this point you will also likely start seeing the dragons, the red spires, the blood hued sun. You'll see the crag's and the yawning mouth of the Vulcanus volcano cluster. We'll travel close to the coast at this time, the blask ash beaches like nothing you've seen, dotted with rubble of battles older than your species." He then drew the dotted line to meet the x. "On this journey up the coast we are likely to find ourselves attacked by the beast which guards, it is like an octopus only much larger, much uglier and much angrier, I think your kind call it the kraken. It's den is in a cave long this coast, where it fiercely hordes the treasures it has stolen and gained and a single pearl, the size of your fist the colour of the night itself. It's suppose to rewarded it's owner with future sight, allowing them to see what dangers lurk in the night that follows."

At this point he drew a straight line across the sand to where the land would have begun if the map continued. "We will disembark here and cross the sands quickly and carefully, for in the black ash lurk the sand vipers, deadly poisonous and virtually unseen until they move to strike. after that we will be off any map the sea chart completely. Is there more you want to know my lord?"

A small wave of relief passes through Amano As the demon assures him that he thinks it went well, then goes on to say that he's sure she will like her second gift just as much. He smiles over at him and nods gratefully as he moves into his room. He looks around and it strikes him for the first time that this won't be his room for much longer. 'Soon, I won't have a room. A cabin, maybe, but that's only temporary as well. Eventually, I will have no place at all to call my own, and the only familiar thing will be. . .' He looks over at Illiendi, his promised companion for the entire trip, and feels a faint stirring inside him that makes him both feel uneasy, and smile. Making his way over to his closet he begins pawing through things, trying to find anything useful for the trip.

The crinkle of parchment behind him causes him to turn and he watches as the taller man unfurls the maps, looking up expectantly at him as he takes up something to mark the map with. Moving to his side curiously Amano looks down at the dark, waterproof parchment and waits to see what Illiendi is up to.

He keeps his mouth firmly shut as the demon begins explaining their route, working to take in every detail as he speaks. The dangers are slowly placed in front of him and he lets his mind wander with them, his eyes locked on the parchment. He feels little interest in the sirens, though he's fascinated to learn they are real, but mostly he just wonders what will happen more than he actually wants to see them. He feels a thrill at the idea of meeting up with a great beast and knows that he should be afraid. However, just the way Illiendi is so matter-of-fact about it, all the confidence that they will keep going, it quells those fears and he feels that there's nothing to fear as long as he's with the demon.

He actually chuckles slightly at the idea of meeting pirates. 'After the other things he's talked about – including dragons – I think that this will be a peaceful meeting in comparison' He smiles briefly at Illiendi, his mind wandering over the idea of ghost ships before moving on to what the man says next. His heart actually skips a beat at the idea of meeting something that is Illiendi's equal, but once more as he speaks of stealing from the beast he feels a calm, safe feeling and more excitement rushes to the surface rather than fear. 'This sounds like a grand adventure! A tale for the ages! Something legends are born from!' He smiles wider, excitement dancing in his eyes as they meet the demon's before he looks back to the map, impatient to hear about what comes next.

His eyes continue to glitter at the idea of exploring old forgotten ruins, perhaps even getting his hands on ancient treasures not seen before by living man. He is no great glutton for gold, but the idea of holding something so old and full of history is exciting, and he can't help but itch to get his hands on them. Then the demon speaks of his favorite part thus far: the dragons. Reaching out he actually touches the indicated spot and lets out a sigh of longing. He really, really wants to see them, more than anything else they may see along the way. Something about them sets his imagination alight more than anything else.

Pulling his hand back he tears his eyes from the spot and follows Illiendi's marks up the coast, listening about the sands and old battlefields, then to the kraken itself. He's heard tales of the beast, more believable than most and corroborated by more men than any other. He had not however heard of the pearl, and as Illiendi brought it up he's sure that it's that particular object rather than the hoard of treasure the beast guards that will be of interest to them should they decide to seek it. When at last he makes the final mark and speak of them landing Amano steps away and begins walking this way and that around his room.

'So much to take in, so many things to think about. All these fantastic things, any one of them enough to assure I am remembered, but he speaks of them as if we will be exploring and meeting with all of them!' His heart swells happily and he looks at Illiendi with the brightest of smiles and lets out a happy sigh. “No, no, thank you Illiendi. You've given me so much to think about, so many things to look forward to, I think it best if I have some surprises left for me after we get off the boat.” He paces a few more feet before turning to the demon, smiling wider than ever.

“So many sights, so many dangers in the form of beasts, nature, the land itself, even other people. So many things that could kill me, that could take me away from my goal, steal me away from this world and. . And I'm not afraid.” He lets out a shuddering breath. “I have always been afraid of dying, since I first came to realize that my siblings would more likely than not happily drown me for a chance to take me out of the running for what my father has and will leave them. I've always feared never reaching an age where I could at the least strike out on my own and get away from them, only to find more things after my life in the form of bandits, ruffians, or even my own mistakes and wild beasts.”

He takes another shuddering breath. “I've always been afraid, always ready in case someone, somewhere, decides that this world non longer needs me in it, but now, here, you laying out before me the fact that we will be running head first into things I'd never even begun to imagine I would be facing in my life, all these wonderful sights, dangers, wonders, and beasts, and. . .And I'm not afraid.” His voice had been growing in excitement as he spoke, but suddenly now, it grows quiet, and soft. His eyes on the demon, he continues to smile, moving a little closer to him he gives the demon an admiring, trusting look. “And it's all thanks to you. I can not fear, for I know you will be with me. I feel no trepidation, because I have no doubt that, as long as you are with me, I will make it out alive. I will live, until it is time to pay my debt to you, and. . .And I am content with that. . .”

Letting out a long sigh he reaches up and runs his finger over the flower he's given the man, still tucked into his chest pocket, and he finds his eyes falling to the ground. “I know human emotions are hard to understand, and I know, given what you are and what you want from me that I should be afraid of you, but I just want you to know that I trust you, and I hope you don't mind when I act like the foolish child I am, and also hope you never regret taking to me rather than someone. . .else.” He's been tempted to say 'better' but as he does not know how the demon judges worthiness and doesn't want to seem presumptuous. Dropping his hand back to his side he lifts his eyes, smiling at the taller male and doing his best to portray the confident young man the demon has been trying to make him into.

Illiendi watched the little human as he explained the dangers and treasures they would see. The aim of course was to give the young man a life to talk of when he returned. To have things to display in pretty cabinets which would later become relics in a museum, around for further centuries after he, his children and his grandchildren were all grown and gone. He would be a pioneer, an icon and inspire people for years to come, it was what he'd paid for after all. Illiendi, as always, allowed no thought to travel from his mind to his eyes. He turned his eyes over the young man, barely a slip of a boy, still wet behind the ears many would say but demons were not as narrow sighted as humans.

The boy's excitement at the amounting danger and possible death was not unusual, by now most people felt invincible when they had a demon by their side. Of course, even demons had their limits but that wasn't something he planned to bring that up. Once the boy seemed satisfied the demon stood straight and followed his master with his eyes around the room. There was a nervous energy that crackled off the human like lightening.

Amano spoke with a fevered sort of passion about what was to come and his thoughts on the matter of it all. Though then he was approaching the demon, talking in a soft tone that belied importance and the demon turned his eyes to where the human touched. The flower. It seemed to be some sort of link between the two for Amano, a bridge between worlds, or some such poetic nonsense. The demons eyes returned to Amano and he listened to all that was said with the expression of a man with intent to listen and understand as much as he could.

Indeed the boy would live, if the demon had any say in it at all -and he planned to- the young man would come back a seasoned adventurer. Though that did not mean he wouldn't face hardships, wounds, attacks, near death experiences, there would be pain on his road, all life needed pain. There would be love and loss, grief and sadness and then above all there'd be victory. Victory over not the enemies and issues of the external but the ones internally. These were not the words a human would know though, time and practice had taught him they wanted only the joyful and to find the rest out in time.

“Your trust is misplaced.” He stated, though his brow furrowed as if he attempted to take the chill out of his own tone, “Though, after seeing those of your world it is perhaps one of the better choices to make.” He added as lightly as the demon's tone knew to go. “Your behaviour is of no burden to me, you are a child. Even if you were an adult of your species you would still appear as a child to me.” Humans were after all, one of the youngest races on the planet, the other was a marsupial that's name escaped him. “I never regret those I choose. Rest assured there were none more qualified than you to sate my hunger.” The demon paused then and took another glance over the lord, there was no doubting it, of those present this was the one that would be most satisfying for him.

“I will go check with the house butler if there has been any correspondence to your letters. When I return I shall help you pack. I believe it would be prudent of you to make a list of what else needs to be done before we depart.” With that he took a small bow and offered that devilish smile to his master and slipped out the door. Allowing his eyes to find the human Chesia and follow the trail of her sins. She, like many, had accumulated some but unlike most of those he'd seen hers were minor in comparison. He dropped by the house front to check the received mail and took any intended for Amano before others in the house would find them, tucking them into his inside pocket he slipped down the door and knocked gently awaiting for Chesia to bid him enter before he did so, bowing deeply as he did. “My Lady, you wished to see me?”

Amano visibly flinches at the demon's words, fighting the urge to look away as Illiendi states that his trust is misplaced. He wonders frantically what he did wrong, but manages to keep his eyes up, to keep listening. The words that follow calm him slightly, but he still feels like he's missing something big, and that he's a fool for doing so. A nugget of pessimism enters his mind and latches on to the idea that he was the best choice out of those gathered, and probably not the best over all that Illiendi has available to him. He keeps his thoughts to himself though and smiles faintly at the demon and wanders over to the desk as he heads for the door. 'I'm sorry' He tries desperately to cling to the idea that Illiendi will make a good teacher, that he will become good enough for the demon, and pushes his pessimism back as far as he can as he sits down to get to work.

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Looking up at the faint knock Chesia sets aside her tea and bid the person to enter. Seeing the man set to take her son off across the sea she sniffs slightly, her conflicting feelings making her a bit distraught. She watches him bow, her eyes no longer the way they had been with Amano in the room. The underlying desire for Illiendi is back, but has taken the back burner to her other concerns at the moment. When he rises she motions him to come stand by her. She looks up at him, her face cool despite the mother bear instincts radiating off of her.

With a long sigh she shakes her head. “There is no convincing my dear little boy of the foolishness of this all is there.” It's clear from her tone she expects no answer. After a moment, she goes on. “He has always had a strong will. His brothers see him as a rug to be trodden upon, I am sure, with his quiet ways and quaint hobbies, but that Amano's always had a good head on his shoulders.” She smiles faintly. “Too many books as a baby. Grew into such a soft child.” She looks over at Illiendi's hand, reaching out to take it after a moment. Her eyes trail slowly up his body. Reaching his eyes, she shivers slightly. “You. . .My son is delicate. You keep him safe.” Here eyes trail to the flower in his shirt, something passing behind her eyes before she looks over at the one Amano brought her. “You don't let anything crush my little flower. . .”

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Once the door clicks closed the youth lets out a long sigh, stretching before flopping like a rag doll for several seconds. 'Standing straight and tall all the time is tiring' he muses, wriggling a bit to work out a kink in his back. Sighing again he flops forward, looking very much like a lazy teen being forced to do his homework. Grabbing his quill he doesn't even realize he's lost ninety percent of his spunk and begins jotting down ideas for what they need to do, knowing Illiendi will correct him as needed and taking comfort in that.

Feeling a bit stuffed up in his room after a while, Amano wanders over to his window overlooking the alley next to his house and clicks it open. A giggle from below makes him pause with it barely cracked, wondering who's having fun right next to the house. Tilting his head he manages to make out a ginger head full of curls pressed against the wall of the house by what looks like someone a full head taller. Rage pours through him as he realizes it's his father. His hands grip the sill, hard, his knuckles turning white.

'No room in her house for your betrayal? Or is this one just some tail off the streets you felt like flaunting just out of mother's vision you swine? Can't even show her the courtesy of keeping your depravity behind closed doors you slug!!??' Rage continues to pound through him and he spends several long seconds staring down at the infuriating scene until at last he rips himself away and storms over to his bed. Throwing himself upon it he buries his face in the pillow and begins imagining creative ways of punishing the man he calls father, his list long forgotten.

Illiendi looked at the woman, he felt little for her, serving her as a way of keeping his master happy, however, there was a defiance there that would have stirred pride in the demon if he knew what that was. Her words, like any mother, had fire in their depths and for a moment he smiled. Humans had such power at times they felt weakest, it was intriguing. His hands lightly encased her own and he gently squeezed them, those warm palms bringing the hand to his lips for a gentle kiss between the knuckles. "My lady, your son is a force unlike any I have seen in many years, what he lacks physically he makes up for in ways that can not be defined in mere words." His honesty was genuine and his tone conveyed as such with that warm exotic lilt. "He will do you proud." He leaned forward and kissed the woman's forehead lightly, "If any dare try to touch that flower they will burn in the very fires of hell." He whispered lightly, what may have appeared as a bold statement from her perspective, was of course true from the demon's. While there was still risk and danger, Illiendi would rend any who came close to his master.

Producing a handkerchief he dabbed gently at her tear stained face, "To truly protect him I must." He paused, his head lifting and tilting at the violent aura from his master, ignoring it for now he looked back to Chesia and smiled, "Make sure that the thing that makes him strong is also strong. That's you. You are the wind in his sails, how can I return that strength to you?" He asked quietly, Chesia smiled lightly and hesitated. Lust, or proprietary? Her husband wouldn't think twice and what was good for the goose was good for the gander. "Lock the door." She uttered, "Make me feel like a young beauty again."

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Illiendi quietly shut the door behind him, fixing his collar and sighing lightly, the household was strange but it would not be long before they departed and he would not need to worry about pleasing the mother, at least not anything but emotionally with letters of her sons good health and strength. Approaching the butler he gathered the mail and took those meant for Amano into one pocket, another, for the father -and clearly a love letter of some kind- was placed in the other pocket. Chesia had to be in the best of spirits when they left or Amano would leave with a heart too heavy to be of any use.

Once alone in the corridor he took the illicit love letter and burned it in his palm, heading back towards the bedroom he stilled, the reminder of that feeling crept at the back of his skull, glancing towards the front of the house as the master returned and briefly, his eyes narrowed, Chesia had said to protect the flower child, killing that man would certainly protect him...although Amano would not be fond of that. Chesia would likely be treated badly by the remaining son's if he died. For now he would be safe.

Blowing the ashes of the letter from his palm he knocked and let himself into the room, seeing the young master with his head buried deep in the pillow and the window flown open. Something had occurred but the demon was unsure what. "Master?" He enquired, shutting the door behind him and latching it so they would not be disturbed. Approaching the window he looked out to see a girl still putting herself back into her clothing and his brow hiked. A lady Amano knew? Or one of his father's ladies?

Amano is still glaring into his pillow when he hears the door open and close. The click of the lock stills the snap in his throat as he realizes that it must be Illiendi. All the other staff wouldn't dare to presume to lock themselves in with him. 'I suppose it could be one of my brothers, wanting to have some time to torment me, but. . .Now that I think about it, I can feel it's. . .' His body shivers as the word 'Master' ripples across his hot skin. He doesn't miss the questioning tone, but he doesn't really feel like answering right away. His stomach still burns with his fury over his father's actions. Not only this time, but every other time as well. All the times he's knows stuff like this to happen, and every time it was so damn obvious that even his mother knew it had.

He listens to the sound of Illiendi crossing the room and can feel his skin jumping as he heads for the now obviously open window. When the footsteps stop he pushes himself up sharply, turning so he sitting with his back to the headboard, his knees tucked up against his chest. As he wraps his arms around them he glares towards thew window past the demon and lets out a disapproving hiss through his nose. “You see her? See her down there?” There is a hint of venom in his voice. “The young tart my father decided to ravage right outside our very home? What if mother had wanted to go to the garden, hmmm? What if one of her friends came by.” He scoffs. “Not that I call them friends. She keeps seeing them, even though they all make it obvious they know she's being made a fool of. . .”

His glare moves to his own knees, his arms tightening tensely. His stomach turns. “And I had to just sit here and listen. If I had said anything or even let him know I saw, the support I have from him now would vanish. He very well may have tried to ruin my name in my absence even.” He shudders, pulling in tighter. “Listening to those sounds, just imagining what I'd like to do to him had I the courage, or even the reputation to do so. . .” He sighs, realizing he's sounding like a petulant child again and hides his face behind his knees. “Sorry, I'm being childish. I just get, so angry, when stuff like this happens. . .” Looking over his knees a faint smirk comes to his lips as he looks over at Illiendi, his eyes sharpening. “When we get back, I'll do something about it.” There's a fierce determination behind his eyes as he says this, the strength returning to his voice, the childish anger fading.

Illiendi watched passively a moment, his eyes on the tart as she reorganised herself but there was no hint of emotion, no sign of approval. A thousand thousand ideas flooded the demon's mind in the blink of his strange eyes, things he could do to her and to the father, things that would never be traced back to the young lord he served. Had it been an insult to him he would have dealt with it swiftly, mercilessly, there would be no doubting who did it and why but the human world was different and human relationships were vexing.

He turned from the window; no intention of acting on the plethora of ideas he had from eon's of servitude to the master of hell, crossing the short distance to the bed where he perched only several inches from the hugged knees of his master. This was his family, his town, his matter and Illiendi was curious, curious if the young lord could figure it out. It was true any action now would not be prudent, it would perhaps make the demon's job more difficult and definitely less entertaining, however it was of course not impossible.

He waited, the little lord was not going to disappoint and a small, rare smile fluttered at the edges of the demon's lips. He reached out to the tear streaked face and rubbed an errant tear from Amano's cheek, "That is right, when we return you will have diplomats behind you, emissaries, merchant's, reputation, fame, money and the love of the people. What will he have? His whores and his pimps." He stated gently, his eyes still devoid of emotion although his lips revealed amusement and perhaps pride. "Your Mother will be beloved by the town and your father chased from it. Such a time is not as far away as it may at first seem." The demon stated.

Moving to stand he paused and looked at Amano, his pride turning to devilish amusement, "And I can guarantee that when your revenge complete and he descends into my world...he will not enjoy it." There was a special layer of hell for people like Amano's father after all. The demon stood, brushing stray locks from the Lord's face, "For now, you will not show your disdain or your disgust. You will hold it inside and make it your power, you will remember everything he does or says and use it to fuel your conviction. A Lord does not express such extreme emotions, nor does he trifle himself with the affairs of other lords, at least, not in the open." He schooled with that gentle but warm tone of his. "Imagine your life is now like a game of chess, each move is precious, each mistake potentially fatal, you're not playing the board in chess. Only small minded people think that it's about the wooden pieces. You play the opponent and it is the opponent you beat and not the game." He stated.

Checking the window he saw the harlot had fixed her clothes and was strutting off quite like a show bird, "I have never understood the desire of your kind to bond to only one other. It seems unnatural, although hundreds of species do mate for life. It is however strange that one would go to all the effort of binding a person to them only to grow bored..." He gave brief shrug and turned back to the Lord, "What have we accomplished so far Amano?"

The faint smile is a welcomed sight for the upset young man. He smiles back, the warm touch of Illiendi's fingers comforting. 'Yes. I will have so much. I will live my life, and I will have power and prestige. . .Real power. Not the kind my father has. The kind that could collapse with one wrong move, or dependent on other people. It will be me. I will be the one to stand in the eyes of the people as a man worth showing respect' Puffing up inside from the demon's words Amano's smile widens and he nods, stretching his now aching legs out in front of him. Rubbing them softly he looks around the room, sending one last glare towards the window before moving on to more important matters.

He lets his mind wander over the idea of eternal torment for his father as he slips off the bed and takes to his feet. Stretching he spares a moment to think about his own eternity before shrugging it off and turning his mind to the task at hand. 'Illiendi will be handling my afterlife. Not mine to think about' Wandering over to hes desk he begins going over all of the things he wrote down before being distracted, letting the demon make the changes that need to be made and listening to his advice about the whole affair. He continues going over and over the little bits in his head, like standing up straight and seeming confident, doing his best to maintain these things as a kind of practice for the time he will need them.

Eventually, they get through all the things they can do for the day and Amano takes to his bed once more, staring at the ceiling. It's only half an hour before dinner and he wonders what else he could be doing. After a few seconds a thought occurs to him and he slides off the bed, heading to his closet. Careful this time to not drop anything on his head, he pulls out his drawing supplies and brings them carefully over to his desk. Turning to the demon with a faint flush he asks, “Would it be completely frivolous of me to bring these with? I really do enjoy working on my simple bits of art, but, well. . .” He casts around for the right way to say what's on his mind. “I do not really want to give up drawing, but if you think it will serve no purpose, I think now would be the time to let me know. I think it would be easiest to drop the practice if I simply deprive myself of access to the tools. . .” He looks at the demon with slightly wide eyes, clearly torn on the subject.