Joseph smiled back at Master Mois, but on his dark visage, it appeared more as a grimace. He was not accustomed to smiling any more. He continued the massage until he felt the elder brother's upper back, shoulder, and neck muscles completely relax, and then patted him on the shoulder as he stopped.
“I can't reach your lower back with you in this chair. But if you like, I'll schedule a daily massage for you when you get home from work. And yes, I can do it myself if you'd prefer, though with the current situation, I might not always be able to come immediately,” the vampire offered, his voice kind and soothing.
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Despite his obvious pain and anger, Erik listened carefully to Alexi's words, watching the human's eyes for any signs of deception. Almost to his disappointment, there were none. He could almost feel the waves of emotion passing through the human, and for the briefest of moments, he almost believed him right then and there. It was two minutes, that must have felt like two hours, before the vampire finally scooted himself to the edge of the bed, fully facing Alexi, and replied.
“You have no idea how much I wish I could believe you, Alexi. Don't you believe that I would drink that potion in an instant if I truly thought you were telling the truth?! You're claiming that you will grant me the one thing I have fought for for over 200 years, the vast majority of my life. I would gladly sell my soul for that, because in truth, I already have. When you spend your life killing others, it does not take long before there is not much left.” Erik's blood red eyes and fully extended fangs provided a sharp contrast to the pleading look that his entire expression wore. Without consciously realizing it, he stood and walked to the very edge of the chains as he spoke, but he was too lost in his entreaty, unaware of their clanking.
“But how can I believe you?! How can I believe that you are even capable of granting something like that? How can I trust that this is not some cruel trick to get me to drink that breaking potion under false pretenses? That potion will destroy me and everything I am. That is it's only purpose. You may not see it as destruction, but it is. It will imprint your will onto mine. And my free will is not something I can relinquish so lightly. I have to entirely believe you before I will give up what remains of my soul. Explain your plan to me! Give me some kind of proof! If I can believe you, I'll drink it, not to end my suffering, but to end theirs. I have said more than once that I will die before I take it, and I meant that, but I will not let others continue to suffer for my own pride. Give me some proof, some concrete reason to trust your words.
Please, if this is a lie it is among the cruelest lies you could possibly tell me. However, if you can prove that it is the truth, then I will be your puppet, Alexi Vandros.”