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Let me tell you about the night... ([info]from_the_depths) wrote in [info]haunted_roads,
@ 2008-02-17 00:12:00

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Entry tags:mikkos, nikolaos

Week Two: Tuesday
When: Night
Where: Hotel they are staying in
Who: Nik and Mikkos

Soft milky skin bruised beneath his grip. Subtle tears followed down smooth cheeks before a forked tongue trailed over them, riding the presence of them from her flesh. No matter the pain she moaned, breathless sounds that were nearly lost to the loud music she had put on when he told her to make herself comfortable. A gothic beauty, that is what they called it here upon the surface. Or so Nik had been told, not that he truly cared one way or another. All he had noticed was the ghostly pale flesh and all he had thought was just how brightly blood and bruises would stand out against it.

So brilliantly she’d been surprised at first, eyes wide and a strangled sound of a scream starting when nails first cut flesh. But human minds were so…easy to sway. Fear still held the air but her desire had taken it over. Her pleasure countered her pain, that uncertainty cast aside the moment Nik had first slammed her against the wall, making her entire back scream in pain before lips had roughly taken her own.

She wasn’t fully human but she did not even realize that hint of fae blood that swam sweetly through her veins. So blind to the world that she was now mixed in. It made her even more fragile, her bones so easily could snap….shatter….. Nik could feel the strain of them beneath his hands, squeezing and just releasing before they crumbled. Did the little girl realize just how much it took to hold back, to keep her form in one pale, and marred, piece?

Did she have any comprehension on just how he could make her scream….

But he was to behave. No deaths in the hotel, he’d given his word at least to that much. And so the pretty little woman with raven hair and smeared make up was let go. Released back to the night, brought to a cab with the help of a guard Nik had sent with her. It would take some time to heal from the damage done…one piece but Nik hadn’t been able to resist breaking a few bones. Just to hear the snap, just to hear the scream…

By the time she got into the cab she wouldn’t remember his face, the demon guard would muffle the memory, chase away the image and the name..fake as it had been that he gave her.

Nik hated holding back.

Blood was scattered across the room, smeared upon the wall, dotting the ground. Nik licked what remained from his lips before another guard came to knock upon the door. Nik finished pulling on a pair of pants before opening the door, sensing just who it was on the other side. “Your father wants to see you.” Here he didn’t even get to enjoy the remnants of the pain still scenting the air. “Of course, let him know I will be there shortly.” Nik remarked though he shut the door then.

A shower, a drink, a change of clothes…scarcely an hour later Nik was leaving his room to go meet with his father. The room would be seen to by one of their own, though he would be rather amused by the face a human room service worker would make. Still…no drawing attention to them. They had need to stay to those shadows still, keep the light off of them. They worked best in that cover but Nik could not deny there was a desire here, on the surface, to step out of it and test the limits of the mortals around him. Did all demons from hell feel that urge? That desire to just…test those human limits. To see how they truly compared…

A fresh suit was worn though no tie had been put on to complete the look. Steps were silent through the hall that lead him to his fathers room not too far from his own. There was no need to knock, another of their group opened the door to let Nik in.

“Father” a respectful nod of the head was given, eyes dropped for just a moment before rising again to meet his fathers own gaze. Always Nik gave him respect, respect earned from a man that time and time again had shown strength and power. Nik had reason to doubt that strength now, to question truly his father’s actions. Part of him held desire to sneer and hiss questions.

But no such thing was done. Nik gave no hint at all to what he knew or who he had..briefly spoken with nights prior. Until there was need for it such words would never be spoken. Unlike his mother Nik would not so blindly believe that his father would choose this world over their own again. Times were different now.

His mother did not believe any of that enough. Nik could only wait and see.

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[info]from_the_beast
2008-02-18 06:54 am UTC (link)
A week already on the surface. Long enough that Mikkos was learning how much had changed since last he was here. Even the land they now stood on, had been unknown to most of the “civilized” world, at the time. But discovering new worlds and awaking old desires was not what Mikkos had come for. Not what he’d come for, though his mission didn’t deter him from doing just that. He was a man prone to follow his urges after all. And there was time, at least some time. No need to rush into capturing the nephew he knew to be nearby, the portal would not be open for another two months.

Truth was, he already knew the exact location of his dear nephew. Mikkos was just biding his times. He’d been kept in Hell for so long, he meant to enjoy himself on the surface for a time. And intended also to include his son in much of that. But he’d yet to determine his course as it seemed most all of his favorite pasttimes were no longer the way in this new world. Not that any of that had surprised him. It’s not as though Hell had not progressed at all in two hundred years.

And of course, he couldn’t help but wonder about the Baptistes. How tempting it was to board one of those airbusses and fly to France. Even if Justine was no longer there, it would be the most logical place to begin his search. In fact, he knew they’d left, just where they had all gone, he had no knowledge. Any word on them had been always so difficult to come by… snatched away by his father before Mikkos had opportunity to learn, fed to him piecemeal after the news was already years or even decades old.

No deaths in the motel. No disturbances that could be traced to them. No, they had a job to do. Tempting as it was to just cut lose and live the world carousing life he once had, it was not the same in this closed in society. Not quite so easy not to draw attention to themselves. It didn’t mean they could not play at all however. The right choice of demons at their side ensured they could do much. The screams of Nikolaos’ guest were kept hidden by the work of a demon who’s power it was to cloak such things. And then there was the one who erased her memory of her assaillant, or even where they’d been. The cab driver as well, would not remember where he’d been. The demon was good at what he did. And loyal as well.

Mikkos trusted Nik not to make a wrong move in this. Mikkos needn’t go on and on with admonishments, Nik knew as well as he did the need for stealth. But he’d never deny him play at all. In fact, he intended the boy have as much fun as he could find while here on the surface. So much innocence to be found here, tenderness missing in Hell. So much more to exploit and subvert. Nik, Mikkos knew, would enjoy it just as he had his first time on the surface.

He also wore a fresh suit, though his own exploits of the night had not been so different then his sons, if not so violent however. A tall glass of rum was in his hand. Rum. He’d actually missed the taste while in Hell, though nothing on Earth could affect him like Hell brews. “Have a seat.” He said, informally, his tone setting the mood. Not that he’d seek to deny Nik that bit of reverence, he felt the same way. But Mikkos was a hellion in every way and now had an urge to let loose. He wanted to find a place to do so.

“What have you learned about the Seattle nightlife? Any place a demon can play and not be too noticed?”

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[info]from_the_depths
2008-02-18 07:21 am UTC (link)
A week. Such a short amount of time and yet it was time enough for Nik to grow irritated with the rules that seemed to consume and confine this surface world. His first trip to the surface had not been so…strict. Laws lingered yes but those that tried to hold them had no real sway, not like they wished to think. Now however those pathetic humans in their suits walked about as though the world should bend for them. It was all too tempting to show them what power really was. But where one lingered other followed and play had to be less…implosive.

There was much to the surface that one could not find in hell but unlike his father Nik was not so intrigued with this world that he’d want to truly linger for long. He’d rise and enjoy the fresh screams of the innocent, spill the blood of the weak and watch their tears flow….but always that want for so much more would push and pull at him. A more that would not go over so quietly in this world of now. But in hell that attention would only bring them honor, respect.

A week and though Nik had ventured out more then once to play he had not strayed too far from his fathers side. It wasn’t really a matter of wishing to stay near but more knowing he was here, on the surface, to watch his father. A task placed upon him that he could not deny. Nik knew what awaited him if he failed to do as asked. His grandfather was not a man to disappoint…that fact only became more prevalent as his sanity began to slip.

Not that his mother was one to displease either, but she Nik had no fear in. She knew her place.

It was Nik’s task here to do much as his grandfather had done, steal away information on those vampires before his father could get ahold of it. Nik had done just that though he knew that task was going to become…tricky. He knew his father…and he knew that he could not be there at every turn. Eventually he’d find something, he’d see one of them, and that’s when the real work would begin. Work Nik was not going to be happy to have to see to.

Till then Nik was going to take advantage of his chances to play, to toss aside care towards their matters here. The pathetic blood that they’d come to bring back into hell. Nik had seen him once already, from the distance, in the shadows. The man was not much to look at, the reek of the surface world clung to him. The strength of hell could not be seen in his eyes. He was not worth all this but no one of their blood was allowed to run about making their bloodline look a fool. Better to bring him back, remind him of home.

Nik hoped the man broke.

Nik held a smirk as he walked into the room and took a seat, lounging in a fashion that spoke he knew this was not about business. Yes they had time for all of that later, Nik would not deny that in the least. No reason yet to.

“I’ve learned much.” More then a bit of which he’d not share. “And from what I’ve learned there is little above ground that is really worth notice.” Clubs with dancing fools and screaming music. Strip joints with plastic woman that would snap with just a glance from a demon. “It’s below ground where we can play.” Below ground where laws had no real say and there were pretty little forms that might actually be able to last awhile before breaking.

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[info]from_the_beast
2008-02-19 03:36 am UTC (link)
Much had changed since last he rose, including the people. Though, as much as one saw change, they could see also how much had not changed. In those days there were many that liked to believe themselves in charge, and in many ways they were. People were more superstitious then, far more likely to believe in creatures such as himself. Problem was, they were just as likely to believe it was their own brother… the innocent fell victim to these beliefs far more often than the supernatural themselves. Most supernatural were cunning enough not to be discovered after all.

Were Mikkos and Nik to play as they wished, their deeds would be chalked up to a human monster. No, far too believed the truth to even utter the possibility. If any did, they’d be mocked and lose all professional respect. In some respects that made it far easier to play. Though now there were so many people, living literally on top of each other. Hard to make a move with so many eyes and ears to witness, no matter what they did or did not believe.

Best just not to draw any attention their way. They had some time left here after all. Far easier to play as one wished without authorities breathing down their necks and citizenry eyeing them warily.

Speaking of eyeing warily. Mikkos couldn’t help but wonder what was keeping his only son so near on this trip. It was not Nik’s first time to the surface after all, nor was he some timid child. Likely it had to do with a mission from his grandfather or mother. To keep an eye and dear old dad, perhaps? Yes, they couldn’t have the man living his own damned life after all, now could they? Such a risk in letting Mikkos return to the surface. Mikkos was no fool. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t tried to return before. Many times.

As to their task here. As eager as Mikkos was for other activities, he was quite earnest in that mission. His sister’s son was actually of importance to him beyond all of this. Though, not for some tender reunion filled with hugs and sobs. He’d not have given that even to his sister whom he was close with. But for her memory, for their blood, for all of this, the boy would be returned to the family he never knew. And brought out of the grasp of the others, their enemies.

Underground. Of course. Every city had their unseemly side. Hopefully this one was as dark as the word implied. Not hell of course, but something wicked enough to appeal not only to the demon, but to the old pirate who’s playful demeanor was being awakened the longer they were on the surface. Mikkos realized just how stifled he had been. Bound. Here finally, he could stretch his wings and do as he pleased.

“Then below ground we go.” He added a tie to his suit, a matter of habit really. “Have you been before?” A bottle of rum was tossed Nik’s way even as Mikkos finished off his own. Before people had always been in such disbelief to see him drink so easily. Whoa to the men who tried to match him, none ever succeeded. Poor humans… they just had no idea. Was amusing really, even when some managed to kill themselves in trying. Or maybe especially when.

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[info]from_the_depths
2008-02-19 06:10 am UTC (link)
Not a fool no, and so Nik did not attempt to hide those watching eyes that happened to be given his fathers direction. Nik understood the...precarious position he was placed in. Neither side was one to cross but all knew where his opinion lay. Nik was not the sort to push his beliefs aside for those of others. No he was raised to be outspoken, to demand, to shout if needed to make all hear. His focus lay on the family, on their blood, and he'd do what was needed, anything needed, to ensure that power was not lost. That including making sure no weak fool was left to run the bloodline.

No matter how his father might wish to break away from all of it.

Each and everyone of them had their own objectives, it was the nature of demons. Eyes on the bigger picture but always, always, they had their own desires kept in mind. This game between blood and wants had been played for longer then Nik had been born. He'd heard the stories, been told the tales and snarled at for acts that were not his own. Ground into his head were words of honoring the bloodline. Demons before him made the mistakes and Nik was trained to not repeat them. It amused him however....watching them all sneer and flounder about in their distrust and bitterness.

Nik didn't worry about tomorrow, he worked on today. And for today the bloodline was in tact and power was secure. All that meant of course...that there was room to play. And when was Nik not taking advantage of such moments? Yes Nik was well trained; he knew when business was to be done. But ever true demon did love to play and Nik was no exception to that.

Lips curled into a twisted smirk at his fathers words, the tossed drink snatched up easily from the air. "Only once so far." he mused before downing the contents of the bottle in one single swallow. The surface liquors were....nothing for Nik. Drink after drink had been had, pour men and woman had tried to keep up and still Nik stood and felt little effect. it was rather...disappointing.

"Had to see if it was even worth exploring....so many speak up their dark sides only to be rather dull." humans especially. Those pretty little woman that whispered words of loving pain, of knowing how to give it. Then when shoved to a wall and claws found flesh their skin paled and all confidence slipped away like the drops of their blood. Backbone....humans own ran away so quickly.

Nik stood, giving a slow roll of his neck before the now empty bottle was tossed to the trash. “It’s worth the time.” Yes from what he’d seen it very well might manage to not disappoint. There had been a heavy scent of blood and pain to the air. The bars were lawless, the liquor strong, and he’d heard of the establishment a certain succubus ran.

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[info]from_the_beast
2008-02-19 07:20 am UTC (link)
In that, as in so much else, father and son were no different. Mikkos loyalty lay to the family, to their blood, to ensuring their success and power above all else. For that he had sacrificed much, his own self along with his desires. Little of that carefree, laughing pirate still existed. Mikkos had far more responsibility now, and none of the freedom. Perhaps more than anything else that had been what made him the consummate pirate… his love and longing for complete freedom. He’d gone to the surface in search of one thing, and found much more than he could have ever imagined. Beauty, entertainment, pleasure… and more. The more, a thing that Mikkos never spoke of. Never. Not to Nikolaos, not to his father, and sure as hell never to his wife. Not that the two were exactly confidants, or friends. No, Nik was actually the person Mikkos was closest to, in this world, or that. Between them there was a bonding. Perhaps not the same as many humans would expect between father and son. But these two were far from human.

Close as they were, Mikkos knew Nik would not hesitate to prevent Mikkos from any actions he believed shameful to the family. In this Mikkos couldn’t blame him. In fact, it was what he himself had instilled in him. Nothing came before family honor. Not any one person, and certainly not any of their wants or needs. Sure as hell not their Earthly obsessions.

Close as they were the two often played together as much as they worked and fought together. In Nik Mikkos had all the camaraderie he’d had as a pirate. In fact, far more so. Nik was his blood. Nik was his son. A son in which Mikkos had intense pride in.

His own smirked that worn by his son. Seeing them together none would mistake the blood relation, though not that one was father and the other son. The humans at least would never grasp that. Mannerisms as well as looks, so much they had in common. Though Nik was not unlike his mother. His cruelty for instance… was far more from her.

He nodded to a guard. “Get us a driver.” He said. Second thought, the tie came off as well as the jacket. Another, more casual jacket was pulled on in it’s place. This was more like it.

Guards would have to go with, they always did. But these were well trained in blending in and staying the hell out of their way. They knew exactly which enemy to keep an eye out for and that was who they sought. This war had been fought for thousands of years after all, and none were fool enough to believe they’d not be targeted here so far from home. Especially when Mikkos and Nik were so close now to Dorian. Mikkos had been looking for the others, for Dorian’s other family. If they found him too they’d try to get to him before Mikkos. Same game they’d played for centuries. It was why it was now Mikkos here, and Nik, and not another soldier. Too many had failed, been lost, either by Dorian’s own hand, or most often, by their enemy.

“The underground.” He said, smirking to Nik. Yes, Mikkos was definitely in the mood for play.

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[info]from_the_depths
2008-02-19 07:38 am UTC (link)
The more was the real threat to the entire mission. Such...obsessions did not just fade away with time or snarls that they were to mean nothing. It mattered little who spoke of them, or did not speak of them. They were known and that was all that was needed. Nik had no want to be told the tales of it all from his father, he'd heard enough from the others and that picture was not one he needed painted clearer. It was a story he'd heard before, time and time again the tales circulated through hell. Demons that went to he surface and shamed their family by never returning or choosing earthly desires over those of hell. Nik understood more then well the desire for freedom, for play. But all the pathetic ways humans spoke that the world should be? No...that Nik did not understand. Likely never would.

And by that he had no ounce of hesitation in stopping all of it should he have to. Respect for his father would not sway him in doing what was best for the family as a whole. Nik knew that his father was well aware of that fact. He had raised Nik with those beliefs, taught him of all the importance of their family and place. It wasn’t a matter that brought them closer, it was simply what was to be done. What was to be taught. Family bonds in the way of the humans was not the way for many demons.

Nik had no need for it.

But despite it all there was play. Play that humans wouldn’t ever understand. Play that many other races even could not fathom. No it wasn't just play...it was more need. At least for Nik it was. A need for pain, a need for blood, a need to feel flesh flush with warmth as the blood began to pump feverishly through the others veins. It was play that neither demon denied themselves. Why should they? Especially when there was area that made the act so...convenient.

Quickly a guard rushed off to get a car, Nik simply smirked and moved out the door. He kept the look he'd worn into his father’s office, half disheveled and yet still somehow perfectly put together. Through the halls, steps were nearly silent as they moved. There was no pausing though Nik did give a side glance to a worker there, petite little thing with bright red hair and an all too sweet smile. He'd have to play with her later. A charming little grin was flashed before they were down to the lobby and getting into the car.

Nik did not even notice the guards, they were common place. They were there each time he'd gone out but none were ever aware. That was their job, to be there and yet not be all in one. All were aware of the threats possibly out there. Eventually they'd show themselves...Nik was eager for it. A good battle, it had been too long.

In the car more drinks were had, but not many as it did not take long to get to their destination. The entrance to the underground, the most used at least. To an underground there were always other ways. “And here we are…” Nik bemused with amusement, slipping out of the car.

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[info]from_the_beast
2008-02-20 05:35 am UTC (link)
Mikkos saw no shame in his own actions. Aside from not wishing to stay in Hell, he’d always made family first, even when it burdened him to do so. His actions were nothing like those of his sister. The shame she brought not only on her family but on her children as well, even after her death. Still, he knew that it was not looked at in the same light by others. To them his involvement, the fact that he’d gone so far a to give her a ring! While the Baptistes were not the family’s enemies, they were of the earth… even worse in many eyes.

Mikkos dreaded the day he and Nik would have to stand against one another for the father’s choices. If that day ever came. He had not after all, as of yet anyway, done anything to seek out the vampire family. That however, did not mean he hadn’t given intense thought to one in particular.

And that day was not today. On this day, this night, the father and son were as close as they ever were, ready eager to leave their mark on the underbelly of Seattle.

Here as they moved through the hotel, Mikkos witnesses the little exchange between Nik and the servant girl. The little redhead was nearly throwing signals at him. How pretty those puffy lips will be when swollen and pouty. How sweet her eyes will be when spilling over with tears. Of course Nik will take even more caution with her than he had his little whore from earlier.

In the meanwhile, there were others to play with that might not break so easily. And with whom the demons would not have to worry themselves to much about clean up.

“Alright. Lead the way to this funhouse I’ve heard so much about.”

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[info]from_the_depths
2008-02-20 06:59 am UTC (link)
All knew in the world of power and place that it mattered little how one saw their own actions, it was how the bloodline as a whole saw it. It was how the enemy perceived it, it was how it reflected upon them all. The debate of wrong or right or why or why not weren't really Niks concern. He simply knew what would be done if it had need to be. Two were certainty would come to that, Nik was reminded often on just what to do then. But Nik was not quite as...pessimistic...

Not yet. And hopefully he'd not be made to be. It would not be a good day for any involved.

But he was rather set to make tonight a good time. Already he had the taste of blood upon his tongue and he was eager for more. Something far more potent that near human woman that so recently had been his prey. He wanted one with a bit more...fight. There was nothing quite like dominating one capable of fighting back. To feel that rush of their attempt to struggle before they succumbed.

Nik played with the weak; he broke their spirits and tore apart their minds and bodies. But what Nik truly craved was a challenge. To play with one that could push...and enjoy that sneer to their lips when they were shoved down. The little servant girl waiting for him now at the hotel, eagerly watching the door as it opened to see if it was him, wouldn't give him that. But he was certain he could find one here that could make the...attempt.

Lips curled into a deep enough smirk to show just the hint of sharper teeth before light disappeared as they made their way below ground. Here shadows consumed, lights were few and flickered as supernaturals moved about the make shift tunnels. Deeper and deeper...it almost began to feel like home. Only if the screaming had that...subtle twist of despair.

“Would you care to take a guess on which succubus happens to run the place?” Nik questioned, glancing over his shoulder at his father. A brow arched and amusement was clearly written upon his features. No he didn’t know the woman first hand but both knew of her ties to that blood kin of theirs. Intel was at times so very interesting to read. A looker really, Dorian was rather unwise in rushing off from that one. Of course he didn’t really have the strength to rule her regardless.

A pathetic thing to have to acknowledge when it came to any within their family.

A cigarette found way to Nik's lips as they moved along through the darkened space. Around him he could feel the hum of energy, the feel of supernaturals all gathered near. It was different then the feel in hell. This was mixed, a variety of scents to tempt the senses.

“Le Chabanias,” A vague slither of the words as they soon arrived, Nik giving a subtle glance at the entrance to the place before shoving open those doors.

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[info]from_the_beast
2008-02-25 03:08 am UTC (link)
Mikkos had been much the same once upon a time. When he was a younger demon everything always seemed more black and white. But he’d lived a lot sense then, experienced a lot, none of which he’d change. He knew his family was right. He also knew he was right. Where then did his loyalties lay when the two clashed so severely? Currently, they lay with their family. Though even Mikkos had his doubts that that might never change… given the right circumstances. After all, Mikkos knew never to say never. Life was simply far too full of variables for any to be so cocksure about what they would or what not do.

All he knew for certain was that he had no desire to make an enemy of his son, nor even the rest of his family. But Mikkos was hardly altruistic, and not about to give up his own wants to please them. Not for long anyway.

Domination. For men such as Mikkos and Nikoloas there was little more exhilirating. And what good dominating one that had no fight or who’s fight was no challenge at all. Even the demoness’ bred to be their wives understood the value of challenge. They were no weak diminishing flowers. Never. Otherwise it was unlikely they’d survive the wedding night, a fact not altogether uncommon.

Dark, but not quite dark enough. Though Mikkos wore a faintly amused smirk as they descended deeper and deeper. There had been places similar to this in some of the cities he’d visited before. France and Italy for instance, had their catacombs, as did a few of the other places he’d been. Supernaturals had long congregated in these spots, appreciative of the relative anonymity in which to play. Unlike with most humans, shadows were their friends. Especially true for shadow demons of course, even more so than any others.

Mikkos considered his son’s question before deciding their were simply far too many answers that might fit. One of which of course, was the dark-haired beauty that had Dorian so wrapped around her finger… even separated. “Alright, I’ll guess. Jade?” Jade being a little bitch Nik had played with in hell. He wouldn’t be the least surprised to hear she was now a paid whore. It seemed what succubus were born for, after all.

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[info]from_the_depths
2008-02-25 05:44 am UTC (link)
Domination. Control. Power. It was the fire to Nik's veins. None came without price or struggle, a challenge that made winning all that much more fulfilling. Through his years he'd met many men that thought themselves strong for taking over the weak. exploiting and controlling those that stood no chance against them. Nik could only smirk at them and idly be amused for how weak such exploits made them. If never challenged a man began to make mistakes, he thought himself far too high for what little he did and that..was just setting ones self up for a fall.

did that mean that Nik never took the weak? The easily manipulated...far from it. There was still some found in their screams and their pitiful tears streaming down their faces. But that wasn't all he kept to. His true pleasure lay in stronger pursuits. That was why his eyes often found way to the demonesses form. Woman bred and born for strength and resistance, the ability to take all that damage and survive.

They were harder to find here on the surface...so many surface borns had no concept of true pain or pleasure. But Nik never minded...teaching them. Kind man that he was...

It was what he sought tonight. Something more fulfilling then the fae beauty he'd left broken earlier that night. Through the shadows he moved and with each step of the demons those shadows seemed to deepen, curling around them to strike the light from their paths. There was no doubt that Nik would often spend his days and nights here below the city above. Here there was blood and their was power...here there was real temptation.

And here he could truly play.

A laugh resounded at his fathers question, a sound half growl as it vibrated through his chest. "I'd be guaranteed quite a night if it was." Jade, such a pleasing little succubus that had age enough to keep up with Nik's rather intense appetite. For a time she'd served only him, but always Nik held the desire for more and she was sent away having used up her worth.

"But this one is a little closer to the family then she." Nik remarked, glancing back at his father before stepping inside. The air held the scent of sin, the spark of pain and pleasures. But beyond that he could sense that succubus's feel. Near or not it was in the air. Tempting...but not near enough to play the role of bitch for like Dorian had.

One of their blood should never be so pathetic.

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[info]from_the_beast
2008-02-25 09:45 pm UTC (link)
So easy to think ones self strong really. Simply find those weaker and exert your dominance over them as though this were any actual proof. Mikkos knew many, demons included, who did just that. Foolish really, as it proved only that they were too weak, and too cowardly, to overpower any of real strength.

If his son had even thought to do that, even as a small child, Mikkos would have crushed him. Nikoloas knew better. Always did he challenge those bigger and stronger. Always, he stood up to those against whom it seemed he stood know chance. There was no question that he had fallen a time or two, been bested. It was to be expected. But such defeats only served to strengthen him and to teach him what he should and should not do the next time.

In play as in battle there was more pleasure to be found, more esteem, in taking on one of strength. It was not strength, but beauty, that had initially drawn him to Justine. But had she no strength, had she no will as strong as a demoness’ he’d have tired of her quickly, and tossed her aside. Instead, no such thing came to pass. Instead, he sought more and more of her company. A testimony to the woman she was… strong enough to capture the desire of a demon.

The tunnels they now navigated narrowed in places and widened in others, but always it grew darker and darker. A result more of the shadow demon’s passage and not merely the lack of light. It was a place where ones like themselves might find a sense of association. And no matter the creature, similitude was generally welcomed. Bird of a feather, as they say.

And speaking of birds. A certain blue-eyed one once belonging to Dorian was right through these doors. Or at least, her business was. Mikkos smirked, wondering if Dorian had a clue. Did he watch her now, from the shadows, mourning what he could not have, suffering as the martyrs… “for the greater good.”? Really would not surprise Mikkos if he did.

“Maybe we’ll need a taste of what it is that could drive a demon to offer up his balls in offering.”

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[info]from_the_depths
2008-02-26 05:14 am UTC (link)
More then once Nikolaos had fallen, and each time he stood again and learned from it. Strength was not about never losing but knowing how to continue to fight again. Over and over, pushing against all odds placed against ones self. Nik was taught from day one to never stay down. No matter who sought to push him. Be it be blood or enemy. Nikolaos knew it took more strength to stand from a fall then to dominate one that never stood chance of pushing you from your perch.

Strength was key to all things. Strength that which drove him.

He had been raised well.

Nikolaos had seen the vampiress that his father deemed as much worth as a demoness. Nik hadn't been near as impressed as his father quite obviously had been. It wasn't a matter of seeing her as weak, but more a matter of not seeing her as strong. As....twisted. What did a vampire truly understand about a demon? Never could they understand that thrill for the heat or the screams of the damned within hells depths. They paled in comparison. Never would he understand the desire to take a non demon as a true mate.

But he'd play with those non demons. Taste their tears and absorb their cries. Already he could smell the nearness of such pets. The subtle lingering trace of blood. There was not near enough panic and fear but that could be so easily changed. So many of those well paid pets believed they'd seen it all....rarely was that ever the case. There was always worse. Nik had been taught many ways to bring about just that. It was needed by one with job such as his, one entrusted to make people...talk. One trusted to punish those deserving.

"Perhaps..." Nik mused with a faint hint of disdain to the words. It was near tempting to kill the woman in fact, remove one that made one of their blood crumble to such...pathetic levels. Of course Nik simply had no love for the demon all together. A fact he made quite clear. "I wonder if she'll even realize..." his fathers sweet Justine had not caught that scent. Though he had left her with that nagging feeling to bite viciously at the back of her mind.

Inside of the building it was much as Nik had believed it would be. There was the feel of pleasures and passion to the air. Through the dimly lit halls woman and men did walk, tempting treats to lure those that walked through the doors.

But where was the service hmmm? Or perhaps it was just a matter of taking….

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[info]from_the_beast
2008-02-27 04:45 pm UTC (link)
Nikoloas had been raised with the strength and wisdom of generations before him. And with that same pride as well. Theirs was an ancient and intrepid family. Each new generation only increased their worth rather than diminish it. Mikkos might be seen by some as an exception, but Nikoloas never would be. He was Aristedes. It was in how he carried himself, it was who he was. And in him Mikkos held great pride. For good reason.

There were many things never to be understood until you experienced them yourself. Mikkos would have never believed himself craving a non-demon for a mate. Just as he never would have imagined himself caring at all for any, aside from the civility of sharing a home and bed for the sake of covenant and tradition. Such was all he’d expected from life. No, Mikkos had not expected that he might find himself changed, and most certainly not by an Earthly creature. One thing Mikkos now knew… nothing ever was as you thought it might be. This truth served him well in battle against their enemies, and would continue to, he knew.

Nik’s view on Dorian was not so deeply hidden. No, he made it clear. Mikkos’ sister’s son would not be well received when he was brought home. This much was a fact. There would be nee to change his perception. There would be need to change much inside Dorian, if he was to take his rightful place… if he was to survive. He too was an Aristedes, after all, and would be held to their standards. Just as he could expect also to reap the benefits of such. If he did not disappoint he would likely even be given rights to play with his succubus… once she learned her place. This was a privilege Mikkos would never have with Justine.

It did not appear as though she were here this night however. Pity. Mikkos had looked forward to their meeting. Instead, they were greeted by one of her flunkies. A charming woman. Beautiful even with that blank-sized stick up her ass. “Hello Gentleman.” She purred, “Here to play?” Mikkos arched a brow… well, wasn’t this a smart one?

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[info]from_the_depths
2008-02-27 05:44 pm UTC (link)
For Nik there was no need to understand or desire to. While all things were possible Nik knew his place and what he held true within his own mind. Love, should it ever seek to get its claws into him, would never make him disgrace that blood that he held in such high respect. No woman was enough to make him turn his back on those that had raised him and made him what he was. That was the difference between he and his father. Likely his father would not agree to such a statement of understanding place. He had kept his own for some time now.

But not out of true want now was it? Nik held the want, the drive. What he lacked only was age yet to command it all. Though Dorian had a few years on him it wasn’t near enough to make him hold rightful place as family leader. It never would. Nik would challenge, and kill, any that thought Dorian should rule. That was something not swayed at all within his mind. No earthborn weak soul would take over the family. Not while he was alive to still it.

What blood was in his veins mattered nothing at all. It was acts that made a man and Dorians proved only that he was a man weak. Proving himself later to be better then that did not still what had been done. Just as Mikkos’s own past choices still haunted him, so too would Dorian’s, and the family never truly thrived when there were those among them that held little respect for those in power.

It was what Nik made clear his beliefs on the subject. Some vague desire for his father to see plain and clear what Nik would not allow. It was not something he wished to have to argue on with his father. But there was much now that stood between them. More then Nik had thought there would be in those young years when he was not privy to the facts he now was. But times changed…and soon enough so too would power, one way or another. Nik was here to ensure that the power went to those deserving. There were many in the family with sights similar to his own. Not just mother and grandfather.

Chaos was in the air for all of them, a bittersweet charge that kept Nik ever alert.

But for now, till those battles came to pass, both demons kept to how they had been for some time. Near enough, perhaps more so then many demon father and sons but nothing truly like this human world. Pampering and babying their young so they never could survive any falls….pathetic.

The entire world was filled with such weakness….

Eyes roamed over the new comer, the woman that attempted to lure with just her presence but she did little for the demon in front of her. Nik’s lips quirked into a sneered smirk. “Nope.” He answered barely with any hesitation. “We’re here to go shopping and have fucking tea.” Why waste their time with the fucking obvious? The woman made a snippy huff of a sound before continuing, perhaps she was used to those desperate dogs that could barely contain themselves once they walked through the doors. The two demons were not such.

“Follow me” good for her, she managed to bite her tongue. First smart thing she’d done since they arrived. Nik’s smirk only etched deeper then as he followed after her swaying hips to an adjoining room.

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[info]from_the_beast
2008-02-29 07:26 am UTC (link)
There was far more to it though, now wasn’t there? It wasn’t the woman who had lured Mikkos to the surface in the first place. Mikkos had enjoyed his years there, felt more alive than ever he had in Hell. Which was not to say that Hell would not always be home for him. Always it would. Unfortunately, he knew that a decision to remain on the surface might mean the old idiom of ‘You can never return home’. For now Mikkos was content in having an opportunity to experience Earth in this present day. He intended to come back many times and had no desire to lose that opportunity.

That his loyalty would still be in question now centuries later, angered him. But Mikkos said nothing. It was a paranoid father and a jealous, insecure wife. That there weaknesses might bleed over into his son was unforgivable. But then, his wife had forever been attempting to poison Nik’s mind against his father. Fortunately, the younger had a strong head on his shoulders. Of course, it might be argued that Mikkos’ mother had been the one to poison her son’s mind. Or maybe that was the curse and blessing of their society.

There bonding had not been in father/son picnics, or whatever the fuck human families did, but in something far more sinister. It was a bonding borne as they both were, in hell. Death, pain, suffering, pleasure… there were many ways in which they bonded, not one of which involved soft words or cups of tea. It had made them close, given them keen knowledge of each other’s strengths and weaknesses, their fears and desires. Few in this world or that could claim such bonding.

He smirked in his son’s direction but said nothing to Nik or the whore. That desire to rip her head off, quite literally, and leave her there to rot, was nearly palpable. Nik’s desire, not Mikkos. He far rather fuck her and leave her alive for more. Of course, he’d want to see those pretty lips pleading and screaming, not looking like she smelled something distasteful as she did now. Dumb fucking cunt.

Mikkos lit a cigarette and followed behind, cold piercing eyes taking in every inch as they were led deeper inside.

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[info]from_the_depths
2008-03-01 02:18 am UTC (link)
Once labeled a betrayer it was difficult to turn back from it. Some within their blood believed him that, even if he had returned to lead them now. Nik’s grandfather was one such man. But he had his hate for all lately. There were few that did not feel his wrath on a regular basis and somehow Nik was among them. Something good from that traitors blood as it were. Nik never stood up for his father, he saw little need. A strong man stood up for themselves and he knew his father did on many occasions. But after a time it simply boiled down to letting the slowly degrading demon rant and rave as he wished. His mind was failing him, eventually he’d not speak at all.

Likely some would be rather happy for that fact. Though for as insane as his grandfather had become, Nik respected him. He had played his role in bringing the family to the power they now held. That could not be disgraced. Just as he held respect for his father for doing the same, regardless of the circumstances involved in bringing about such.

Nik held his own, he did not loath or respect based solely upon the opinions of others. No his beliefs were there and they were well known. By mother, father, and grandfather. Nik was not the sort to hide what he thought now was he? Yes stealth has its place but when it came to the families place all in their blood knew Nik held drive. He’d proven it time and time again. Aiding in the destruction of their enemies was just the start of it.

Those acts were part of the bonding between father and son. Destruction. Death. Trained from those young years to see the worth of it, the thrill. There was no better way to learn about another then to fight along side them. That was when true colors were shown. He’d seen his fathers own.

And that was how his father knew so well without a hint of true malice to the air by others standards, that Nik wanted to kill the dumb bitch. Yes he could leave her alive begging for more…but there were always other women. Sometimes there was a far greater pleasure found in the kill then in fucking. Though the two were so closely tied really…it amused him how so many failed to see that.

Adrenaline, heightened senses, pounding hearts and emotions skyrocketing…

The room they were brought into had its fair share of beautiful woman all with eager faces. If they knew what was in store would they really look so eager? Nik knew some would not…and of course it was one of those sorts that he planned to pick. A little whore that was not looking for pain. Their screams were always pleasing, so high pitched and piercing.

Nik dived right in, as was his nature. Weaving through the line of women, drawing in close to breath in their scent, making a few shiver or smirk. He wasn’t just smelling them, he was finding the one with fear in her veins. A new pretty perhaps. It didn’t take him long to find her. A strong race but one that hadn’t been nearly tested enough.

Her body tensed for just a split second as he curled an arm around her and claws danced against bare flesh. He didn't look at her then but instead glanced up with dark eyes to see just how his father had picked. Nik had his guesses on which would tempt the other demon. Hopefully not a paticular one....bitch looked a lot like a certain vampiress he wasn't supposed to have such drive for any longer.

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[info]from_the_beast
2008-03-02 03:29 am UTC (link)
There was far more to it then just Mikkos’ life on the surface that so bothered his father. Everything bothered him and nothing he did would be seen as good enough. Though all he did had brought them to an even better position than that of his childhood. What bothered Haimon most was not what Mikkos could do or had done, what he was capable of, what he might do. No, what bothered him most of all was that he was not Morris. He was not the favored son in whom Haimon had put so much.

Oddly it mattered to Mikkos what his father thought. Even more it mattered what his son thought. Mikkos was a man of pride after all, from a family rich in dignity. He’d not shame their name. Though, he would question always the question of family at the expense of self.

He stood up often to his father, though more and more he began to doubt. His faither was failing. Mikkos had respect for him surprisingly, despite everything. Watching him fade was not a position he was glad for. He knew nothing would be gained for it. And the family would lose their greatest leader. Though Mikkos, Haimon, and Nik’s mother had all groomed the boy to be an even greater leader. Still, all grooming aside… he would be a great leader because he was born to it, because it was not only in his veins, but in his heart.

A strong man who actually did but family first at his own expense. Perhaps the difference was that Nik saw no separation between him and family. Neither was first or second. When one won so too did the other.

Fortunately for the bitch of a whore, neither man had killing on their mind when they entered. Not exactly true. Nik wanted to kill the one who owned the place. Perhaps later. That was not a part of the plan after all. Deviate in such a matter and the entire mission would be risked.

Was he tempted by the one that resembled Justine? Yes and no. He always was. But knew better than to go down that road. It was an invitation to disappointment. After all, that one would forever in Mikkos mind, be compared to Justine. And always would she fall short in that comparison. He paused, looking her over, clawed fingers trailing across her bare collar. The woman turned up her chin, pushed up her chest. Mikkos smirked, licked his lips, gave her a charming wink, and then took the hand of the busty blond to her left. And the pink-haired one beside her.

He didn’t look at either of them, just took their hands and began walking. He waltzed past Nik with a smirk as the cooing girls moved quickly forward, wrapping themselves around the tall demon. The pink-haired one, a fae, was flitting about, moving her tiny hands all over him, while the blond, a werecat just pressed into him adoringly, purring.

Kitties and fae. Both nastier and more wicked then they appeared. Mikkos thought it was going to be a good couple of hours. Hopefully Nik wouldn’t have broken his before Mikkos was done. Not like they couldn’t each find their way back when ready.

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