Owlriel

Devouring Light

Asran slowly began to stir awake. The imp went to his lords side kneeling beside him. “Rest easy my lord it’s alright,” he said. Asran groaned softly before passing out again. Using its demonic strength the imp carefully picked Asran up. Then walked past the kitchen. “The lords quarters are back this way. Be careful with your shielding increase it before you pass the threshold. As there’s a dark barrier protecting it. It was too dangerous to move him beforehand. I’ll also fix you something to eat that’ll recover your expended energy,” he said. Then smiled kindly at Ayrie his blue eyes sparkling softly. Then he continued on to Asran’s chambers.

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The imp stopped looking at his lord then to Ayrie. It leaned towards her sniffing at her deeply. Then looked into her eyes again. The grin it had on its face was large, and it stepped away giggling to itself like Nadia often did. “Interesting, very, very interesting. So long as you do not betray master you shall be protected in this city. I give you my word as Asran’s butler,” the imp said. Taking on a humanoid form. They had ebony black hair, a youthful face with thick wire glasses. Wearing a classic butlers suit complete with white gloves. He offered a very regal bow to Ayrie.

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“humans like that are good eating as Asran says. I mean Mayor,” The imp did a little panicked dance. Realizing it just puked up its masters name on a whim. It fell to its knees hold up closed pleading hands. “Please don’t tell master I told you his name. He will be oh so cross. Especially with what I’ve said to him about my not liking you. He might punt me over a roof,” the imp begged with a whimper.

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The imp took one of the towels, and folded it up. Before soaking it then slightly wrung it before placing it on Asran’s forehead. Then took another clean towel to begin cleaning him up. Drying his body of the remains of the elixir. “Why do you care so much for the lord? Even though he is a demon. You are not normal priestess,” the imp said.

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The imp looked up at Ayrie, and then nodded. It looked into Ayrie’s eyes it seemed to see the thing that Asran saw. “Can you go down this hall to the kitchens. Grab a towel, and a pot of cool water. It’ll help his fever go down. That elixir can be nasty business on his body,” it said in a slightly scratchy voice.

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The large demon set the slave on the ground. Then moved to block the rooms entrance with its body. To stop Ayrie from possibly interfering. The imps surrounded the slave, and their master. The wraith flew over to Asran, and with an immense effort possessed his body. In order to feed its master, and even sacrificed its own life to feed its masters soul. To strengthen him so he could protect them like he did everyone else of this city.

The large demon looked down at Ayrie. Snorting at her slightly, and turned to leave along with most of the imps. Though one stayed behind to tend to Asran’s recovering body.

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Asran’s eyes lit up a bright blue as he screamed in agony. The elixir felt like ice was forming as it went over, and through him. Strangling his soul in its icy grip, it felt like he couldn’t breath. But, he had to power through the pain, and clutch onto an imaginary fraying rope that was his sanity. He rolled to his side his hands clutching at the ground. Fingers growing claws that scratched small grooves into the marble floor. He screaming turning more demonic as the pain continued. Steam began to lift off the runes on his body some of them began to erode. But, the glow didn’t fade yet.

The runes on his body finally stopped glowing. But at the same time he cried out, “Damn you... Astoria!” Then collapsed fully blacking out. Several imps approached Asran looking at him with worry. They looked to Ayrie, and hissed angrily at her. Baring fangs at her, but didn’t move to attack her. They turned back to their master, and talked to one another speaking infernal. Then called out to the darkness, a large demon walked out. It had cloven hooves, and a long tail with a diamond shaped tip. It had the head of a goat. It was dragging an unconscious human slave by the face behind it. A wraith like creature was behind the large demon. The demons looked at Ayrie expecting her to leave.

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What Ayrie saw was a well toned body. Littered with runes that faintly glowed yellow. Even to her limited training the magic felt somewhat familiar. As it was the same type she used. “Thanks, pour the elixir... Slowly on my body... Don’t stop, till you see them stop glowing. No matter, how much... I might scream. As Trust me... I’m gonna,” he said then smirked. He then coughed painfully.

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“I need... to get my shirt... off,” Asran said. He grimaced his breath catching as he moved to remove his shirt. He soon let out a scream of pain as he couldn’t do it. He didn’t have the strength to get the damnable thing off. “help,” he said with a questioning voice. He needed the shirt off because the elixir wouldn’t work nearly as well with it on.

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Asran’s hair had lengthened down to his waist flowing around in like a silk curtain. His eyes staring up at her the sclera was black rather than white. “What are you doing here? It’s not-* GAH!” he pulled into himself, Reeling in pain. As a faint yellow glow came from under his shirt. He trembled with pain as each breath was a struggle.

“I... struggle with a curse... makes me go crazy... hurts fighting it... It hurts constantly, but exhaustion makes it worse,” he said before stopping. to try catching his breath. “I think... I think I, managed to stop... The go crazy part for now. But, my body... won’t move,” He grit his teeth showing impressive fangs as a massive pang on pain ripped through him.

He looked away from Ayrie, and removed his hand to point to a line of clay jugs with corks. They had inscriptions all over them. “Use that... The liquid inside will erode... the markings, weakening the curse... will hurt like a bitch though... So there will be unmanly screaming involved,” he said then smiled at Ayrie. Trying to lighten the mood at least a little. Even though every tiny bit of movement hurt a great deal. He knew that this current pain was nothing, compared to what the elixir would cause. As it wasn’t just his body that would hurt, it would be his soul as well.