Asmodeus (eternallywanton) wrote in thegrand_ic, @ 2012-01-19 22:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | asmodeus/rhys ichisada, belial/laine beringer |
Who: Asmodeus & Open to All
What: A night on the town.
When: Thursday, Late Evening.
Where: Just outside of The Devil's Luck, can go anywhere.
Rating: Mature (Um, tis LUST.)
Status: Open, incomplete.
It was a rare thing for Asmodeus to be in his true form. If one were to be honest, he only really used it when he was summoned by some intrepid soul looking to bind him to their cause for some mundane reason and for a temporary duration. They typically forced him in to that form through their magic, of course - making him give truths rather than the falsities that he preferred to exist by. He'd much rather wear the human masks he'd devised over the years. They were so much more appealing to the senses, after all. It was by far much easier to wrap a mortal around a pretty man or woman's finger rather than the digit of a three-headed specter with goose feet riding a Dragon. Besides, he had to admit that the human form was very well made, and rather comfortable to wear. So damned pretty too, at least the faces he'd picked through the years. Never did he pick one which could be deemed 'totally unappealing'. They always had their charms, even if they weren't distinctly or standardly beautiful. So, it was that reason why, as he stood there in the alleyway behind the Casino he'd opened in the name of Rhys Ichisada, that he was both invisible to the human eye and yet still wearing human flesh as a glove to cover his true identity. He just fucking liked it, end of story.
As for why he was invisible? Well - he'd gone out in his guise as the Casino owner to smoke (as he was trying to be trendy with not allowing smoking in his establishment) and as he'd been exiting, he'd heard the most glorious sounds! A woman moaning, a man grunting - the delicious sound of flesh smacking against flesh. There were people rutting right outside his Casino's backdoor! He'd had nothing to do with it, either! How very good to see humans not needing to have their hands held through their basic instincts. Knowing that not all people like to have others watching, he'd decided to hide himself in the shadows of his race and take a peek at the couple mating there in the alleyway. He leaned an elbow against the dirty bricks of the building, and tilted his head gently against his hand as he admired their forms - half wanting to join, but also not wanting to exert the power it would take to have them forget it later or just accept it without a really good reason as to why. They just weren't attractive enough for such direct attention and effort on his part, but they did put on a good show. He took a deep drag off of his cigarette and continued to watch the male plow the young lady on the coat he'd put down on the filthy ground. How very chivalrous, yes? He smirked lightly to himself. They'd not been at it long, from the looks and scent of things. Asmodeus wondered if some do-gooder cop would come along on patrol and catch them at it? A small smile crossed his face as he thought of the possibility - for cops did like to patrol, did they not? Especially in areas which weren't very active with heavy, violent crime, like the one he'd nested his Casino in. Oh, if there was one such a police officer to come, he'd exert power then. He'd work his magic on the officer of man's local laws and have him join the two on the ground. The woman had three holes, after all, and only one was occupied. It just wouldn't do not to have all of them put to use!
Asmodeus smirked to himself, and wondered how close the nearest police officer was. Suddenly, he really felt like he needed a walk. But first, just to keep the two of them at it, he zapped a little bit of his raw nature at them. After all, it would just be too depressing to have them stop before he got back with another member for their little impromptu party. So, about half way down the alleyway, out of the view of the couple, he melted back in to the mortal coil - showing himself perfectly in the shadows as he strolled and smoked, trying to think out the next best thing to a cop to pull along after himself if he couldn't find one.