Owlriel

Devouring Light

Asran sighed out he was more tired than he initially thought. He yawned tiredly then felt fangs in his mouth. He clasped a hand over his mouth, and blew past people including his own priests as he fled inside the temple. His hair growing longer going from a typically short head of hair to something that was shoulder length by the time he entered the temple. It was getting longer too his eyes even started glowing. “Shit, shit, SHIT,” he muttered quickly. He grimaced in pain holding his shoulder his shirt darkening underneath.

“Looks like he pushed himself too hard tonight... stupid demon,” Nadia said low under her breath. Then drank some wine from her glass, gulping some of it down. The illusion of Asran’s demon form faltered a second as Markus looked insanely worried. As did every priest there, but none of them moved. They couldn’t, or more they were ordered not to go after him.

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Asran shrugged, and stood up loosening his shirt collar a bit. “I suppose I could show you how it’s done,” he said with a smirk. Every high priest looked at their lord in shock. Making Asran just stare at them all with an exasperated expression. It surely couldn’t be that much of a surprise!

He walked around the table, and headed down the steps to the dancing people. Standing there for a moment he observed the dance, and music. Then in a fluid motion joined in the dance acing every step. But, his face remained stony. Making him almost look like a little clockwork figure dancing about.

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Asran smiled back at Ayrie as he watched her dance. Nadia leaned in nudging him the side getting his attention. She was leaned low looking up at him with a deeply mischievous expression. “You totally a crush on her,” she said softly. Making Asran go rigid as his cheeks blushed. “What the hell are you talking about,” he asked almost stammering. As he stared down at her with trying to hide his embarrassment. Nadia snickered as was enjoying seeing her lord at such a loss. His embarrassment faded, and he looked at her with an even stare. “Don’t try to deny you’ve some sort of affection towards her. I see the way you to react to one another. It’s truly adorable, but don’t worry. The others are a bit too dense to tell. I won’t tell them either, that is if you give my school magical uniforms. Like Sigres’ school has, and it has to come straight from you. Not some other tailor. I wanna hold it over his smug head.”
Asran looked very displeased, “Here I thought I was the demon. You sure you’re not part devil?” Which made Nadia smile, and giggle at her lord. “Oh, but you love it.” Asran smiled chuckling low under his breath. Then turned back to watching Ayrie. “I suppose you may be right. On some things,” he said.

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Asran motioned a hand to all the surrounding people dancing around the performers. Doing their best to mimic the dances the performers did to the beat of their musical counterpart.
“Go ahead, and dance. If you feel the urge to dance then do so. For Gluttony is fulfilling what you desire most. No matter the consequences.”

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Asran couldn’t help the chuckle that came out of him. He cleared his throat trying to stop the giggles. Maybe he drank too much? He did chug an entire bottle of wine on his own after all. Then again it takes a hell of a lot more than that to get him even buzzed. “Yeah, come by my office tomorrow after lunch. I’ll talk to you then about a job you can do.”

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Asran stared at Ayrie a little blank faced. Then stoooed smirking in amusement. ‘You cheeky little minx.’ He leaned back as he stared at Ayrie. “Well, I would but I can’t always make time to hold your hand. Now can I? I mean I am the mayor after all. But, I guess if it’s for my lord I could squeeze you into my busy schedule.” For the first time in a long while he felt lighter than usual, happier.

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Asran stared at Ayrie, was she being cheeky? “My lord tends to focus on eating when he’s hungry. Even despite the sacrifices the answered prayers take a bit out of him. I’m sure he’s very happy to have helped you though,” he said smiling. “Though him helping you for free is quite something. He must see something in you. What he sees I haven’t the foggiest. After all you can be quite annoying.” He then shrugged with hands up. If she was being cheeky he was going to be cheeky right back.

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“It’s good to see you Ayrie. How have you been enjoying the festival thus far? Sorry I couldn’t join earlier. There was a scheduling fiasco I had to go deal with,” Asran said. He knew he was lying through his teeth. But, let’s face it if he didn’t she would know exactly who he was. He still didn’t fully trust her after all it would be a simple manner for her to do him harm. Especially with how weak he was.

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Asran yawned as he finished off his bottle of wine, and set it aside. He began thinking of a way to get out of here, and shift forms. Illusion magic? Yeah that would work. “Markus since you decided to bring Ayrie to my table. You’re gonna cast a little illusion spell. Show me in this form while I go head back inside, and shift forms.” Markus looked hesitant, but with the look Asran gave him he nodded quickly. Then cast his magic while Asran slipped away.

He went inside the temple shifting to his human form. He also took the time to use the washroom. To clean his face off of dried blood. Then put on comfortable clothing a simple blue silk shirt, and jeans. He made his way outside, and sat beside his illusionary self. Maybe, just maybe it’d confuse Ayrie enough that she’d reconsider that he was the lord of Gluttony.

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Asran nodded somewhat trying to convey Markus got some of it right. Then he looked to Ayrie seeing her eyes widen just for a second. That split second that only he saw. ‘So she knows... great. Who’s puppy did I kick to deserve a priestess with light magic. Figuring out my human form is the fucking lord of Gluttony? Fuck all kinds of duck. Maybe a memory wipe? No, if I tried that it’d hurt like a bitch. Probably do permanent damage too with how tired I am.’ He sighed internally then motioned that she could go. With her gone he grabbed a bottle of wine, and started drinking. Nadia gave Asran a brief look, with her magic eyes she could see Asran’s aura was deeply troubled. Then turned seeing Ayrie’s aura had a deep fear. Putting two, and two together made her chuckle slightly.