Owlriel

Devouring Light

Asran looked at husband shirt, and panicked so he took his shirt off. Then started looking for a replacement not finding one by the time Ayrie came around the corner. “Uhhh hi,” He said blushing. He was a little flustered as he was standing there bare chested. Quickly he passed the shirt to Markus to go hide it. “I wanted to check up on you. See how you were doing after I heard what happened,” he said.

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When Asran got to the prison his blood was practically boiling. He flashed his credentials, and swiped his pass at the check points. Making his way deep inside the prison to the special holding pen. It was like a drunk tank the man who’d verbally assaulted Ayrie was there. Looking at Asran with a smug look of amusement. “So, that tasty doll was your piece of meat? Man wait till it gets to the others. We are gonna have so much fun with her. I can’t waste to taste her flesh when I get out,” he said laughing. Only to hear the door be torn off the hinges cutting his laugh short. He looked at the mayor fear replacing the mug expression quickly. “No, no, I’m sorry I’m sorry I didn’t know she was yours. I didn’t know please,” he begged.

Asran walked out of the prison wiping blood off his face, and hands with a moist towel. “How was it,” one of the guards asked chuckling. “Disgusting, but filling,” he said with a scowl. The guard nodded as he regained his stony stance.

Asran made his way to the one place he had a feeling Ayrie would have gone. He waited outside of the training room. He didn’t notice he had blood on his shirt.

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After Zotova left her cackling laugh rang in his head. She had gotten under his skin tore an anger fueled reaction from him. She always loved seeing what strings she could pull to get her fellow sin lords enraged. Which was usually why she fled here to hide from them. Damn his kindness, and her ability to take advantage. “Dammit,” He sighed out. He leaned against his desk, and set his face into his hands. He was so tired now, twice more than he had been before.

When he got a call Asran answered on the third ring. “Hello,” he asked cooly. What he heard made him shoot out of his chair knocking it over. “What! Get that prisoner into the holding pen. I’ll come there to collect him, personally.”

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Asran practically ran all the way back to his office. When he collapsed in his chair he was panting, and then slammed his head into the desk. “God I’m such an idiot,” he said. Someone across from him started giggling rather loudly. “yes comrade Gluttony I’d have to agree with that,” a familiar female demonic voice said. They had a slight Russian accent that was enough to hear it, but also understand what they said. “Wrath... What the hell are you doing here,” he said moving his head to look up at the woman sitting across from him. She was wearing leather bikers attire with a red tube top, and a pair of aviator sunglasses in her jackets breast pocket. She had a leather hat with a chain over the rim, atop windswept blond hair. “What I can’t visit a friend,” she asked shrugging. “Not when you didn’t announce you were coming. So who are you hiding from this time?” The woman looked away, “why do I have to be hiding from someone. I could just genuinely want to see you.” Asran very visibly rolled his eyes at the demon lord across from him. “Oh please, give me a little more credit than that,” he said.

Lady Wrath looked away toying with her hands nervously. “To be honest comrade Pride is worried about you. He sent me here to check on you see if you are okay. The anniversary is coming up after all.” Asran looked away from wrath after raising his head off his desk to lean back in his chair. “I’m fine,” he said firmly. “You don’t seem fine, you’ve let priests into your kingdom. Let them shamble around unimpeded even helping them. Did you forget what,” Wrath stopped herself from finishing that sentence. As the look Asran gave her was one she envied as the pure rage on his face made even her frightened.

“I’m sorry,” she said. Asran let out a deep sighing breath as he rubbed at his forehead. “I’m fine Wrath, you don’t need to worry so much,” he said. Wrath just nodded, “I know you say you are. But, until I can make sure I am staying here. Along with filling a complete report for Pride to be satisfied with as well.” Asran was tired very tired so he didn’t bother arguing. Especially since he knew Wrath loved to argue, “How long do you think it’ll be?” Wrath just shrugged as even she wasn’t sure. “Great... I’ll set you up in the guest house I have,” he said shutting his eyes.

“Don’t worry so much Asran, things will be over before you know it. Plus I can help you take out those priests. No need to thank me,” she said. “Zotova don’t even think about it. You’ll only cause me trouble if you do that. I have things handled,” he snapped. Zotova just let out an amused purr only to earn a hissing growl back from Asran. “Don’t Zotova, you know I’m stronger than you. Don’t make me hurt you,” He said still growling. Only for Zotova to boop him on the nose with a finger. “Not as weakened as you are right now. It’d be like drowning a sack of kittens to beat you as you are. You keep refusing to eat your staple food. Hmm, maybe feeding you those priests will do you some good. Starting with that priestess, I’m sure with how long you’ve been around her. The thoughts crossed your mind a few dozen times alrea,” Zotova was interrupted by Asran slamming his fists into his desk. Making the whole thing tremble. “Don’t, even, think, about, it,” Asran said his eyes glowing.

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Asran smirked, and gently pat Ayrie in the shoulders. He needed to back off a step before things became serious. ‘I mean come on. We’ve barely known each other for a week if even that.’ This overly odd attraction he felt towards her was getting to be too much, much to much. “Well anyways, I’m gonna get going I’ve got stuff to do and some rest to catch up on, You know how it goes running a city,” he said quickly barely taking any breaths as he spoke. Then carefully, but quickly excused himself fleeing out the door.

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Asran held Ayrie gently when she bumped into him. His heart was racing a bit as he could smell her soap mixed with her natural scent. “I’m fine, are you okay? Didn’t hurt anything falling for. I mean into me,” he asked. He blushed as he had inadvertently tried making a really bad pun.

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Asran smiled a little, and leaned in to whisper. “It’s okay to be nervous Ayrie. Hell I'm nervous for you,” he said. Then pat her on the back gently before leading her down the hallway where a iron cast barred door blocked the path. A guard waited there, and Asran showed Ayrie how to swipe her card to open the gate. When they were through Asran lead her to a quiet office that was empty save for a desk. The office had a view of the outside bay. Along with a holy symbol resembling what Ayrie had on the wall. Though it had zero power to it which Asran made sure of. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to visit her at work. “Decorate this place however you’d like. The symbol was a gift from me. So don’t worry it’s got no real power to it. It’s mostly just for decoration.”

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“If any of them are too much to handle let me know. So I can get rid of them first,” Asran said looking down at Ayrie. There was a deep concern written on his face, and a good deal of apprehension. They walked inside to see a front desk behind a bulletproof glass. “Hey mayor, you’re here with that chick that’s gonna take confessionals right,” the guard said behind the desk. “Yeah, and her names Ayrie not chick. Mind your manners.” “Ah alright, sorry miss Ayrie. Let me get you all set up with a guest credentials. It will take a few days to get your permanent ones made,” the gaurs said. He then went to work behind the desk, and then slid a plastic card from out a slot under the glass. Which Asran took, and handed to Ayrie.

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“Maybe, maybe not,” Asran said. As he walked inside the prison showing his credentials to the front guards at the gate. They let the two of them inside, and Asran lead Ayrie to a pristine white building. That had a yard where prisoners were allowed to explore, and play on various equipment. Guards were there to ensure none of them got the idea to attack each other. When the prisoners noticed Ayrie they started making catcalls at her. Only to earn Asran’s ire. Every single one of the prisoners that dared to catcall Ayrie he was going to eat first.

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“If need be I’ll give them a horse, and fully stocked carriage to leave. I don’t want my people killing them. As I’ve said anyone breaking the laws of the city are escorted the the jails. One they’ll most likely break us to insult me. I would rather avoid that,” Asran said. Then leaned his head back against the wall tiredly. He was still exhausted from yesterday. “I’ll escort you over to the jails.” Then pushed off the wall waving for Ayrie to follow him.

They walked past the front desk where the secretaries worked. Some women seeing their boss pass them gave him a hungry look. Which Asran brushed off as old hat. He knew what they wanted was just his body or his power. They didn’t really care for the man behind it all. He walked out the front door holding it open for Ayrie with a smile. Which earned Ayrie the women’s ire due to jealousy. Which earned a glaring glance from Asran.

Once they were out, and away from city hall Asran called a taxi service. He told them to take them to Purgatory Jail. The driver nodded looking a little apprehensive, but drove them there without issue.
When they got to Purgatory the place looked ominous with its immensely high walls. With guard posts patrolled by men in uniform carrying rifles. Crows landing on the wall making sharp cries. “Ugh, my designer seriously went overboard with this place. Then again this place does harbor some of the worst criminals in the world... oh yeah I forgot to mention. I don’t just get criminals from my city. Purgatory is one of the world’s best prisons so cities that can’t handle their more horrendous criminals send them here to me.”