(Cassia+ triss) Darkness and light

[daimon]

Daimons eyes were a gentle blue as he looked up into the sky... Wind blew through his hair and caused his clothing to flutter. He had told his slaves to meet him here... He had ensured that his men would escourt them to him. He had hired lycan guards to ensure they made it to him on time and unraped. His crimson hair was gentle against his features, making him look gentle and beautiful.
The fallen angel walked slowly across the peir, the sunset radiating off of his skin. His eyes were illuminated from the joy of the world.

Sin truly was a unique angel. He smiled lightly as he stretched his arms outwards, his crimson robe almost falling off of his slim frame.
A small smile came to his lips. These girls, both of them possess strange unique qualities. He wondered which would capture his imagination the most... He had broken so many slaves, and he had manipulated so many women they were fading together. Was there truly a woman out there that could change his mind? The thoughts ran through his head as he leaned back against the metal. He waited for them and his guards to arrive.

[kara]

You're tragedy, a queen for his majesty

Cassia closed her hands into small fists, anger blossoming inside her. It had returned, thanks to her newly found hope. She had decided that she wasn't ready for slavery. The miserable auction was far behind her, and the despair that she had felt there was now gone. Slavery only happened when one submitted. She might be ordered around, but whether she chose to accept that or not determined her freedom. And she was determined to hold onto it for as long as she could.

But as of right now, she really didn't have choice in her actions. She was being hurried along between two...what were they? Lycans. She wasn't fond of lycans. They frightened her, usually. But at the moment she wasn't frightened. Anger also brought along confidence.

She had been dragged the first few blocks, but now her feet weren't even touching the ground. At first, she had struggled, but now she just hung there, letting the lycans carry her along.

Soon the pier came into view. It's clear water sparkled with the pinks, yellows, and reds of the sunset.

The soft breeze ruffled her blonde hair, which was cascading lightly over her shoulders. It was let down for the auction and the pink satin ribbon that had been holding it up had been discarded back at Cyanide.

The lycans had slowed, and her small feet were grazing the ground now. Finally, she was set down. Her arms and shoulders ached, as the lycans had held her up by her arms for the long walk down to the pier. Casting her silver gaze around, Cassia's eyes widened at the site of the...angel infront of her. She could sense that he was an angel, but he didn't have the same essence of purity that white angels kept about them. He was a black angel, then.

His hair was crimson, and his eyes were a gentle blue. His robe was also crimson. The sunset gleamed against his skin and she could hear the water dancing slightly around them.

This black angel almost seemed...gentle in this serene place. Cassia looked up at him with curiosity, feeling the anger leaving her, along with the confidence...then she looked away. He wasn't just any black angel. There was something more. She wouldn't be able to tell exactly why he was different than any other fallen angel unless she made direct contact with him, which she feared to do. But then she'd be able to use her gift, her psychometry.

No matter. He obviously supported slavery, and that was enough to make her angry again. She could feel it bubbling up, but this time it wasn't so extreme. She felt a bit numb and unsure; maybe it was because of the collar around her neck. It's shade of black contrasted greatly with her light appearance, but then again, it went quite well with the smeared dirt on her right cheek. At least the collar was temporary. She hoped it would be taken off soon. Maybe she could somehow tear it off... Cassia hated excess accessories...it weighed her down, made her feel very imprisoned.

But slaves were required to wear some form of clothing, or, at the very worst, get a tattoo to confirm that they were indeed slaves. The collar would have to be replaced with something else, so she took little hope from the thought of being free from it.

She wanted to run. But that would get her no where. She would never be able to outrun the angel who stood before her.

All this blasphemy, your kindgdom is crumbling

[triscartwright]

Tris' mind was unusually blank. She couldn't think at all. This was it. Her new master. The thoughts that she had pushed from her mind for so long now were staring straight at her. She wanted to cry and scream and run and stay and collapse all at the same time. But no, she would be strong. She would stay. If she ran, she wasn't getting far. Not to mention what that would say of her character. The smartest option was to stay and stick with the plan.

She began to notice the scenery around her. The sunset, the water, the girl and the man at the end of the pier. She remembered the lycans rough grip on her arm as she was pushed foreward. Her feet seemed to move on thier own accord. She was quite terrified, but she wouldn't show it. She forced a smile over her face and breathed in sharply.

The fresh air seemed to carry with it a message. "Be strong." it told her. By the time she stood with the girl and her new master, she wasn't forcing a smile anymore, but there were signs of one on her lips, held there naturally. She nodded towards the girl and then turned to study this man.

He had an odd presence around him, one that almost radiated from his being. He seemed powerful, confident, sure of himself. 'Dangerous.'[/color] was a word that came to her mind. She chewed on her lower lip as she thought about that. Would she be able to handle that?

He seemed so beautiful. But this beauty had some odd quality to it. His appearance against the sunset was almost surreal. Momentarily she paused and studied that image. It was entrancing. She found herself mentally shaking herself. He was her master. He supported slavery. That thought sparked her spirit again. She held her head up and tried to look proud, and confident. She focused on breathing steadily and calming her heart. [/size]

[daimon]

"Ladies." He smiled lightly his eyes serene blue as they moved from Triss's eyes to glance
into Cassia's. His body was limber and extremely lean, his body was one of his most vain points, and he looked like a God compared to any normal human. Beauty was a huge standard to him, and he ran his eyes over the girls noting the beauty he had bought them for. His crimson coat fluttered lightly in the wind.

"Yes I am the man who purchased you, yes I am the man who you should blame for all your pain. However I am also the man to blame for your pleasure. You see ladies, I am the angel that discovered sin. I am the father of sin... I am sin." He smiled sweetly slowly walking toward them. His hands moved out lightly touching the lycans on the forehead.
"Leave us please." His voice was soft and gentle.

"Ya havent paid us yet mate."
The lycan smiled greedily.
Daimon nodded. "quite right, Heres your money."
He pulled up a brief case of cash tossing it to the man as this occurred the man fell dead of a heart attack. The other lycan looked directly to Daimon. "why am I blamed for gods decision?" He mused. Daimon looked at him... Instead of picking the briefcase up the man turned and ran. The case was covered with a chemical that causes the heart to accelerate and burst.

"Ladies, do not run. It would be distasteful of you and I would catch you. So long as there is sin in your hearts, there is no hope for you to escape me. I am not cruel unless your soul calls for it, in that case I am more cruel then Lucifer. Does your souls call for cruelty?" He smiled gently placing a hand on each girl... His touch was wonderful, cold and gentle enough to send most women into ecstasy. He looked straight ahead moving his hands just above their breast, to their hearts. The beating of their hearts, was a gentle rhythm.

[kara]

No one will ever see this side reflected

He was sin. Sin...

Cassia had heard of him. Rarely, but she had. Apparently he led the 'seven sins', dark angels who caused horrible things. She was supposed to steer clear of them, supposed to--

She looked up at Daimon. He was the one who caused all great conflict, he and the other sins. He was the one who the white angels despised. And he was now her master. Cassia realized with a sudden jolt, that she wasn't as weary of calling him master now. She wondered why. Maybe it was his smile; Cassie couldn't help but smile back this time. It was something she could never control. Even as a toddler, Cassia was told that she always smiled. When someone else smiled, she did too.

But that smile dissappeared as she jerked to see a lycan had fallen to the ground, dead. A breifcase layed beside him, supposedly his pay. The other lycan ran off.

Before she even had time to respond...even had time to understand what had just happened, the black angel was speaking again. Forcing herself to look back at him, she had found new fear. This man was dangerous. Not just sinister; deadly.

And now he was close, too close. He placed his on her heart, as well as the other girl who had joined them (which Cassia assumed was another slave), and for a moment, she enjoyed his touch. It was soothing, a small fragment of comfort. She wanted to collapse and sleep. He was deadly, she realized, but gentle.

Then, suddenly, she was filled with his memories. Women, many women, and music. Evil. Sin. She could feel his mood when he lusted for souls, when he wanted to reap souls. Memories that belonged to him flashed through her mind, all of them jumbled, but all of them the same amount of terrible. This wasn't how it normally was; she would make contact with the object or person, and be able to pick through thoughts and memories. But it was all rushing to her at once; and she was only shown the bad memories, the sins. Why wasn't she able to pick out the nice ones? Why was she suddenly at the mercy of her gift? And how could she have not seen this coming?!

Flinching away from his hand, Cassia stumbled back. She tripped over the body of the dead lycan, almost toppling over the edge of the pier, before catching herself. The images still burned in her mind as she layed, sprawled next to the lycan, her body shivering.

She hadn't wanted this to happen. This meant showing a weakness, as well as revealing a power. Which she hadn't wanted to do at all. Her shivering wasn't normal, racking her body in a series of extreme trembles. It was frightening. But she didn't cry. She refused to cry.

Sitting up, she tried to calm down, but the psychometry was still acting up, throwing memories at her even though she was several feet away from the angel now. Looking up to his blue eyes, her own stung. How could he stand to have committed so much sin? She knew the answer.

He was sin. And she did not doubt him.

And if there's something wrong, who would have guessed it