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The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by Chris Rupel Arclight on Wed Jun 25, 2014 12:31 am

The Slaves of Angelics

The Plot:

"The Slaves of Angelics" refers to the many 'victims' and captives living alone on a private island which is much like the Bermuda Triangle. Meaning it's surrounded by water, with no escape but by plane or submarine (which are conveniently occupied by the Government/Military). The 'Leaders' of the islands are enlisted Militia and many Laboratory Scientists that have based all of their research, control, and experimentalism off of the long lost Angelics Book Series (Which was written many years ago by one of the main character's long-dead ancestor). The Book Series is basically fabled fairy tales of humanoid beings with strange magical powers, abilities, or animal-like appearances and habits. It tells of Angels who warred with Demons, and Kings who fought long and hard over various territories all throughout time, keeping with the same characters no matter which dimension and time-frame the story took place in. Many Religious fanatics lost their nerve reading the Angelics Book Series, and so the books were burned or banned throughout several nations all across the globe. It was believed to be Anti-Religious, obscene in nature, and promoted the former thoughts of multiple Gods, or Godz that weren't all powerful or "good" at heart. But, of course, the United States in all it's glory, kept the last few copies, and even sold some of them to pay off hefty debts.

Eventually, getting into the hands of the Wrong People, these books fell into, thanks to their grand payments and slave-trade offerings many hundreds of years after the huge Religious crazy-freak-out. These 'Scientists' hired part of the military and paid them well to stay silent and only report on the "as-needed basis" of course, back to the States. They were all labeled 'Leaders' and ran the island like a well-maintained (or completely controlled) society, or like a small country under a team of dictators. Right, right, democracy... any who. So the Leaders, basically free to run all their scientific experiments, decided to put the infamous books to the test, hoping to come up with some results. The books took place throughout the Ancient Past, the Present, and even the Future, so with modern tech at their fingertips, one was able to recreate some of it.

The Characters:

Kids (Often labeled "Brats" by the other teams): No one knows what exists beyond the great dome shield that stretches for miles and miles, over the island. Though having wings for flight might be something possible, the wings are often torn off if one is actually caught flying high with them. To get close to the shields is to be shot down by the ever-standing-guard Militia. Sometimes they will use "tranqs", but death is almost always threatened or even demonstrated upon the weaker. Most of the characters are between the ages of 10 and 19 and may or may not have siblings they're trying to protect in the process. Students will attend school by force, and will be punished immensely if "Order" is not had. Their schooling is only a few hours long, and most of their studies consists of bland things so that no one gets "too smart" (though there's surely exceptions to every rule).

When each child returns home, they are generally expected to behave in a very specific manner. Most of them live with other kids, all of them orphaned (taken from their true parents at birth, and placed here in exchange for mass amounts of cash). They live in groups and respond to a 'Mothering Figure' as well as the Militia that delivers their food and water.

If they DO NOT live with the Mothering Parent, is it because they were SOLD to someone else. This is called their 'Master' or 'Keeper'.

Keepers: Keepers are kind of a wide range of crazy, but not all of them are bad. Ages 20 - 45 they are people who buy children from the Slave Traders, for numerous reasons. Be it sexual desire, a maid for the house, or just an ordinary companion, these well-off men and women, buy these half-animal kin, for a pretty penny. They often serve the Leaders directly and are normally business people who work from home and report everything their "child" does for data and research. As long as the Leaders receive their E-mails, and are free to snatch them for random tests, what the Keepers do with their kin behind closed doors, matters not. Keepers have usually worked their way up the food chain and were possibly orphaned children at one point. Most of them refuse to keep their animal parts, and have them surgically removed after their "use" to the Leaders is completed. It can be years before a Keeper is "good enough" or "deserving enough" to have their add-ons removed. Others keep their parts and use them for other means.

The Guardians (Parental Figures): Usually female, they are in charge of the Orphan children. Most of them are kind and loving, and just want the Leaders to go easy on the children they've adopted. Parental Figures who get in the way to protect their children from the Militia or Leaders, are often beaten, whipped in public, or forced into traumatic situations in front of the children or not. Many of them have lived on the island all their life, and were "in-compatible" with receiving the add-ons. Or their tests were so inclusive, their add-ons were disposed of completely. They try their best to live somewhat normally, and are usually of the Poor Class, and don't have as much money as they should. Again however, some do come from rich families, and do have wealth and means to raise tons of children. If so they're normally more focus on greed, less upon their adopted kin.

Leaders: Leaders are just as psychotic, obsessive or controlling as any other known dictator on the planet. They show no remorse to anyone and focus strictly on results. All of them live in lavish houses, with tons of Slaves and Slave Traders at their service. To be one of the Leaders' Slaves is said to be an honor, though absolutely no child would think so. They're manipulative, conniving asshats with no respect for anyone or thing, but their money. To owe a Leader a debt, is a life of enslavement or torment. Several of them are still fully human looking, as when they came to the island their focus was adding-on to other beings not themselves. The Militia is very submissive, due to the thick briefcases of money they get each day they participate in whatever is demanded of them. The Leaders have extensive knowledge on all nations and will kidnap or confiscate those who are threats. They have been known to sell organs on the black markets, kill off people of suspected treason, and infiltrate other nations without warning or capture. They control 50% of the world without anyone even knowing where their loyalty truly lies.

The Militia: The military force responsible for keeping everyone in line. They serve the leaders and work in shifts. If you're smart, you might be able to pick up when they change shift teams. They travel in all-black SUV's, and carry firearms such as rifles, snipers and pistols. Nukes and heavily artillery are forbidden due to the island shields. However, outside the island, they have everything the States have "just in case". Some of them work for the US as reporters, or Intel Senders, so that the States remain careless of the island supposedly being used to help refugees and such. They wear all green suits and caps, and have black boots, whips, chains and other items for taming those out of line. They tend to despise working with the Keepers - often out of jealousy of those living their lives, whilst they do nothing but serve as guards. Spats are small but frequent between the two.

Additional Intel:

You will be each given add-ons. What you select for add-ons can greatly increase the desire to collect or harm you. Kids are usually half-human half-animal (such as Nekos, 'angelic-like' creatures, 'demonic-looking' fiends, or dog people. Strange mutations or abilities (such as having gills to breathe under water) are also completely legal. NO full-blown transformations. With each ability or add-on you have, you will be weaker. The body will degrade faster, and you will become sicker. If you say, just have wings - you'd be fine. But if you had wings, a tail, and long ears - you're probably constantly ill or weak and unable to defend yourself. Remember. You do not know life without these parts, and you are constantly going in for "repairs" to prevent complete degradation. Failure to be "fixed up" will result in death. Each person with add-ons will be given 1 adrenaline shot per day, so that blood flow continues and you stay alive. Failure to receive this from your 'parental figure' or 'Keeper' = death.

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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by Raphiella Blu Azure on Wed Jun 25, 2014 12:49 am

-1:00 PM (Afternoon)-
Every single day had been the same for the many kids on the island. From about 7:00 in the morning, until about 12:00 noon, all the kiddies were expected to attend their schooling courses. And, at about 12:30, they got the shot of adrenaline, that kept them alive and breathing. Such a filthy thing to rely on. Kids would wait in line for about 30 minutes, get their shots, then feel sick almost immediately after; their hearts would race and slam against their chests at godly speeds. It almost felt like they would burst!

Between 1:00 and 2:00 PM kids were allowed to walk home to their Guardians. Failure to be home on time, resulted in punishments of all kinds. If they were allowed to be out, it was until the sun set, or until 6:00 PM when curfew struck the streets. Anyone out after six... was taken to something very similar to a jailhouse. They would sit there without food, water, or a restroom - until the following day when they were sent off to school once again. The system was tight, and rarely flawed, and people easily felt confined unless they grew into the life accepting it. But what special child, one with a nature-type animal living inside them, could truly not wish to be free?

The answer, was none of them.

Wandering into her Guardian's house, Raphiella Blu Azure, took her school things off, and immediately began to make lunch for the many other kids living there. This had been her job since 13, and she did it rather well, almost always keeping with the schedule. The only thing stopping her - was the other kid that lived among them all, the one with the spiky blue hair, and the blindfold on. Least, most times he wore it. His eyes were just far too sensitive.

Melvin had followed Raphi home, and he now sat at the table, in a chair almost annoyingly. His legs were open at either side of the chair, and he ran his fingers through his hair, imagining what everyone looked like. He had seen them all before, before his vision went bad at least. So he had a general idea.

Their Guardian had three other kids living with them, all of brown-red hair. They all had small white wings, and pale features against green eyes. Two were boys, ages 14 and 17, and the youngest was a 13 year old female. They all looked like triplets too, just of different ages. Did their hair the same, dressed the same - everything. It was weird.

Raphi set the table and wandered over to the boy with the blue hair, and gently pushed some hair out of his face. She softly kissed his cheek, then set down some food in front of him. She'd made them all steak and rice - something she'd saved up for. Their Guardian was one of brown hair, and aged about to 40, and was unable to do much more than work or breed for her own Keeper. Needless to say - she wasn't there often. So Raphi took care of them all. Melvin did too, though it was more for her, less the others. His manner of making money however, was not so nice as hers. Together they were able to afford a decent meal a week, then it was back to bread, noodles and soups.

The girl sat silently before the one she knew would be her Keeper one day. Gently, she fed him, occasionally wiping his mouth, or offering him water, as his blindness had hit him harder than usual. She'd been caring for him for years, which was all he had ever wanted. The other boys there knew never to get too close to her; even just sitting beside her was forbidden. Melvin, despite his disability, was still quite threatening in nature. Raphi however, was just trying to keep a family well fed and happy.

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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by Lurker Sebastian on Wed Jun 25, 2014 6:19 am

Just because leaving for a time was allowed doesn’t mean that all actually went ahead with doing so. Leant against a wall twirling black hair about in his hand the brat waited patiently for a friend. They’d got to the place for shots late that day so the two of them had spent their time watching as others leaved. Leaved with that relatable expression of un-comfort that came after having the adrenaline shots. ‘Bastian was 17, dark red eyes as good as cats, sharp teeth and the ends of his ears tipped with slight points. He was just another one of the crowd honestly, not looking that different, he even avoided standing out… to a point. From the front of the line he saw who he was waiting from, he raised his chin, put on a grin and raised his hand letting hair loose again. “Not so bad today?” he coo’d at the other getting a visible twitch from his blond friend who looked worse for wear.

“Not going to see your keeper today?” Matthew questioned, reaching the other he bluntly slumped against them not caring if it caused the other to stumble or not. It was their fault for not bothering to obtain even meagre amounts of body weight. The blond shared his friends lack of desire to visit their guardian even if said guardian may of preferred if they had. At a younger the age the two had been minor trouble makers. Never anything too extreme, it was always minor things like wandering a little too far into places they shouldn’t. Or turning up a minute or two too late. The pleasant sensation of ‘Bastian scratching his head with long nails helped him relax and calm the thumping of his heart. Hated it. Hated it all. Hated this world. Long horns stuck from his head, fingers ended in claws while all other oddities about him remained internal hidden factors such as smell & slightly more efficient bodily processes.

“No of course not, why would I?” came the response and as soon as Matt had concluded that he felt that he was calm enough he broke away not wishing to be caught seeming like a sap in front of people. Some of the other kids weren’t exactly the most pleasant people to be around and he didn’t wish to be a target. Turning his back to the dark haired male behind him he stared back at the line as people continued to come and go. “Though we probably shouldn’t linger here.”

“No, perhaps not.”

This left them both with queries as too where they should leave to go too. Other than their keeper the two were much too protective of their own lives these days to take the risk of going for a wander around the dome. If their keeper did have a desire to see them then they would of sent them a message to come. Yet no message had come so for this break at least they were free to do as they wished.  Matt started the wandering however, towards the gates simply to pass the time and behind him ‘Bastian skipped. Eyes closed he hummed tunefully at the other, at least it was tunefully in his mind. Talking about their keeper was a topic both of them wished to avoid, what happens in the house stays in the house, in fact they had very little interaction with their keeper since their keeper seemed to be the keeper of plenty. Due to this having a couple of kids not showing up every day  didn’t really seem to matter. Nor would it probably ever.
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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by Angeal LeonRupel Arclight on Wed Jun 25, 2014 11:43 am

A boy, about the age of 16, sat atop his roof about 1 PM. As usual he'd made it home on time to their Guardian, but as usual - his brother had not. Both he and his brother wore very similar appearances - like twins almost. But both of them wore opposing colors, dyed their hair different, and even thought differently. Other than half their DNA matching up and making them partial siblings, they were entirely differing in every way.

Angeal was more into steam punk weaponry, and carried a sword to match wherever he went. Shockingly this did not get him in trouble - probably because he wasn't a threat in the first place against an infinite team of guards. Angeal was a tall, slender boy - one of a pale face, light-colored eyes, and gold-white hair atop his head. Of the two he was their fabled 'light side' - having golden-white angel wings to prove it. Six of them to be exact. Though the two wings in the middle were more machine than wings - dead of use currently as well. His degradation was steady, and he almost always presumed it'd get worse with time.

Sure wish my brother was here... Wonder how the Guardian is doing.... Seems we keep getting new ones.... Wonder why that is...
He thought to himself, the wind at his back, rustling his hair. I hope this one stays. She's really... nice...
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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by Weiss the Immaculate on Wed Jun 25, 2014 12:49 pm

Weiss flicked a bang or two out of his eyes and sat up in a tree. He'd climbed up there again, it a sort of safe haven for the lad. Horns of red, blue and black atop his head, and a set of claws to scratch himself with - the boy was truly a devilish one. Wings had once been over his back, scars still remaining from where they were removed.

Unlike many others however, Weiss did not loose his wings due to degradation or another preferred alteration. No, he lost them due to his many attempts at escaping the island. Though his brother never brave enough to break the rules, he'd proven to be never wiser all the same. Frustrated and pissed off, Weiss was left to die before their current Guardian had found him and brought him home. Lucky for him it had been her - and not the guards like beforehand. Weiss was a noticed trouble maker, but for the time now, he'd just sat thinking. Wondering, desiring to be free.

Over time the two boys had grown up in the same almost Mexican-styled village house. It was only the two, though another kid had come and went once every few years. Their Guardians constantly changed due to various reasons. One was caught stealing food from a farmer, the other was caught breeding without permission... the one before last was killed because her degradation claimed her so much she was completely useless to anyone. Which was terrible, since Weiss and his brother Angeal, had liked her. She was genuine and sweet. And hated the world like the children she raised had.

She was buried beneath the tree in which Weiss sat.

"I'll come home soon Angeal... just had to pay Jenovah a visit again..." He said softly. The boy sighed, and enjoyed the breeze - still keeping alert in the case of roaming guards.

When he was done remembering - he jumped down from the tree, and headed home.
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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by Salvation Arclight on Wed Jun 25, 2014 2:34 pm

Salvation hissed and slammed down the phone at his desk. The guards closest to him immediately backed off, watching two massive wings unfurl over the wretched fiend's back.

"JUST WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!?!" He snapped, his red eyes glowing brighter as his rage and fury seemed to escalate. He was but the one Leader, who was also a mutant beast. Highly dangerous with immeasurable rage and hatred for them all. He believed humans were nothing but a plague, that he would surely be what extinguished and replaced their race entirely-

"Nothing y-your Excellency. N-Nothing at all. We were just b-bringing you the news you requested." A man in uniform stammered. Though he clutched a rifle, he knew the beast before him moved far too fast for him to even pop a shot off.

Salvation flicked his long blue hair from his right shoulder. "Oh really? And just what news do you have for me?" He asked, jagged teeth making a deadly appearance as he spoke with a serpent's tongue.

Salvation Rupel Arclight was what one would call the 'Perfect Monster'. Aside from casual degradation (prevented by shots daily), his speed, hearing, and healing capacity was dreadfully increased thanks to science. His long tail, and his massive wings, were what caught eyes everywhere. For his wings were the longest, and that tail almost the strongest, second only to another beast hidden somewhere inside the city. His ears were pointed - but it was a mystery how that showed up upon birth. His strange fangs, also, a mystery - as they were never actually added on. Salvation thought himself an Angel above Gods; Perhaps Salvation's insanity, was part of his degradation.

"Your Excellency, your brother is going to be giving birth soon. He's has some minor ...complications, but I can assure you, he will deliver you a healthy child... We can force him to have the child now, or you can wait a day or two... Your call Master." The suit reported.

The deviant stood up straighter, then placed his claws over his desk. His tail flicked back and fourth, as his eyes narrowed towards the men gathered there before him. The General, was the only one permitted to speak to him.

"What complications - is he having." He demanded.

The soldier swallowed hard and handed Salvation a print out of his twin brother's records.

Subject is possibly suffering from internal hemorrhaging.

Subject is breathing heavily, sweating, has the shakes, and is highly stressed.

Subject is in an immense amount of pain and may not be able to deliver normally.

Subject has become unstable, and is going through black outs regularly.

Subject is currently sedated, with vitals checked every ten minutes.

Subject is subject to permanent damage, if birth proves too stressful.
 

"GODFUCKINGDAMNIT!" The Leader threw the lab reports and literally punched a hole straight through his desk. "GO FUCKING FIX HIM NOW OR IT'S YOUR FUCKING HEADS! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?! IF HE ISN'T PERFECT BY TOMORROW I WILL SHRED YOUR ENTRAILS AND THEN GOUGE OUT YOUR EYES AND FEED IT TO THE DOGS!"

"Y-YES SIR!" They all exclaimed terrified as fuck.

The General swallowed hard and asked softly... "S-Sir?"

"WHAT?!"

"W-Would you like him to have the c-child tonight?" He said, shakily.

Sal pondered the question and then nodded. "Make sure you call me when you induce labor. I wish to be there. Have him awake."

The soldier bowed and gave a prominent "Yes Sir!" then left with the others.

Salvation took a seat angrily, muttering about how he'd need a new desk now that he'd just fucked his up.

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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by Aya, the Remainder on Wed Jun 25, 2014 4:08 pm

Aya sat alone, with nothing but a shirt on, that was far too big for him. The sleeves were long enough to touch the hard wood flooring, and other than two small slits which allowed his wings to come out - there was no way he wouldn't drown in it from how small he was. The boy was one of a tiny frame, and huge blue eyes, sat nicely up against his golden hair and pale flesh. His tiny feet weren't wearing any socks, and he felt a tad bit cold. He stood silently in the hallway, after having just heard his father's raging voice. Gulping and running back down the hall he headed for his bedroom, passing guards and then closing the door as silently as he knew how - locking it thereafter. Panting hard he turned around back towards his bed, where he found a set of blue pajamas with a single blue ribbon keeping them folded together nicely.

The small lad looked from the jammies to his father's shirt he wore, then decided to remove the bright blue ribbon. He then tied it around his waist so the shirt fit him better, and proceeded to look around for something to do. It was about then that something caught his attention - flying past his house. The boy scrambled up to the window, pulling himself up onto the bench where his 'Mothering Figure' normally sat when he was exhausted. He pulled the curtains open wide, to see a group of creatures flying around outside.

The boy covered his mouth and watched them - they were like brilliantly-colored angels. Stopping to look back at his own tiny wings, he wondered if someday, that could be him. But a few moments later, the boy would change his mind - and long to hide them again...

Miles away from Sal's Estate~

Static and then a voice, followed through on a CB radio. "This is Shield Team to Bridge, what is it? Over."

"This is Bridge, Shield, I think we've got a problem here, Over." Was the immediate response.

"State your trouble, over."

"There's some rebels flying around, they don't appeared to be armed with more than swords and bows with arrows. But they have been caught shooting at Militia, over."


"Take 'em down. All of them. Over."

There was a slight pause, and then a question. "Darts or bullets, over."

"Bullets. Over and out."

Back in Sal's Estate~

Aya would do nothing but cover his mouth, to muffle his cries, as the angels were brutally shot down. One of them fell right passed his window, to the ground two-stories below. The boy was horrified, and fled his bedroom. He was halted by two guards, then dragged off elsewhere under the orders of his Father.
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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by Kouvelesence Sanguine on Thu Jun 26, 2014 3:46 pm

It fell with a thud, on its back, to the sounds of childish laughter ringing throughout the room. Kouvelesence Sanguine, the probationary Leader, stood above them, feet planted on either side of their rapidly rising and falling chest. A smile adorned his face, out of place when contrasted with the splatters of crimson blood on his cheeks. How had it gotten there? The answer for that question was a simple one: the pig that was lying on the floor had coughed it up and onto the young leader's face. Inexcusable, no? And after all the trouble Kouu had gone through to play with the ungrateful wretch. 

"Mm, something wrong~?" The 'boy' - in all technicality, he could be considered a boy as he had stopped aging after some modifications to his genetic coding - asked with an outright giggle. "This is just your punishment for disgracing me, surely you understand~." he beamed, dragging a slender finger across the brat's face. 

Leaning forward more, Kouu touched his forehead to the other's, smirking. "How shall we begin, ahh~? I want you to accept responsibility for your actions, so help me out here."  His brilliantly rose-coloured eyes bored into the orbs of the now prey, as though they stared into the depths of one's sole and, therefore, their very being. "I think I'll go with something easy this time, as a warning.." he began, sitting onto the chest of his plaything. "Maybe I should just rip out your finger nails? Should I remove your toes, leaving you to waste away crawling on the ground? Rip out your hair in handfuls, then string you up for a few hours with it?" Laughter began to expel from his tiny body as he simply trembled with excitement, a glint of mania in his eyes. 

"Maybe I should just cut out your tongue and force you to eat it! Think about it, you'd have no way of refusing." Kouvelesence threaded his fingers into the other's hair, painfully yanking the upwards so that he could get a better look at their face. "What do you say? Have you flesh peel off? Organs removed? How should I punish you~?" An idea dawned on him, and he dropped the 'poor thing' immediately, then stood up so that he was once again towering over the other. "Oh, I know~.." he trailed off, shifting so that he could yank the brat's head into his lap. "I'll just take out an eye~. Though... when you take out one of the eyes, you could hit the brain and kill the person... But I forget which one's which, oopsies! I guess I'll just have to gouge out both - just say something if I get to your little brain~" His words drawled out of his mouth as he shoved two fingers from either hand into each eye socket simultaneously. 

The room was soon filled with squelching sounds, accompanied by the laughter of one little leader. "Ooh~ Your eyes are so slimy~ I just gotta know what you've done with the-- Ah, never mind, I'll just study them myself. Thanks for the new balls, ahah~!" 

It had appeared that he had removed both eyes from their sockets, and was then going to proceed to use them as toys for his next play thing.

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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by BloodSucking YamiMarik on Thu Jun 26, 2014 7:33 pm

YM was wondering into the woods. As Isis stayed at the house as a good little girl she is. He didn't care what Cyrus said about staying in the house or following his orders. Each of us had a tracking device in our arms in case we wondered off. "Freedom!!! He screamed while running fast on his feet. Jumping from tree to tree across the woods. His arm started to feel pain. Pouring out blood from his arm. Cyrus was pissed at YM for not following his orders so he headed home.

As he got home, Cyrus was standing at the door way waiting for him. "Why the hell did you leave?! WHY?!" He slapped his face, leaving a red hand print.

"I don't care what your rules are, Cyrus!" He spat at Cyrus's face as he gave a grin.

"Get inside! NOW!" YM stands there not following his orders. Cyrus grabbed him by the neck and dragged him inside. "You disappointment me, young man."

Isis was sitting on the couch wearing a nice long dress with heals. "It's sad when you don't seem to care what he does to you or you don't listen to him." She giggled while YM was being pinned down to the ground. Cyrus pulled YM's pants down and whipped his ass until he couldn't feel a thing.

"At least your sister listens to me unlike you. That's why I'm going to whip you until you bleed to death. Also I want to keep you alive." He whispered in his ear and licked YM's neck.

"GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF ME!" He yelled as he tries to run off to his room upstairs and locked his door shut. His ass was in pain from being whipping by Cyrus. He gently sat down but the pain was so great that he couldn't sit any longer. He decided to lay down on the floor.
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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by Florance Bakura on Fri Jun 27, 2014 2:14 am

The scraping of feet against an unpolished stone floor filled the room. Grunts of attempted escape joined them as the brat scraped at the sides of the fireplace in order to stop their keeper from plunging their face into the coals. They regretted giving up the search for the two his keeper had requested they fetch. In fact they regretted coming home that day. Their own nails scraped against the bricks as their keepers sank into their neck. Flinching away from the heat coming off the embers they closed their eyes tight, it hurt having been held here so long now but their keeper didn’t give. “I told you to make sure he received his summons. This is the second time you’ve failed to carry out such a simple request.” Spat the keeper, their dirty white hair brushing against the brats shoulders as they lent ever so close. A white top turned red clung to the man’s body, slick with blood from the body he’d been dissecting before he’d been interrupted by this disappointment.

As the scent of burning flesh started to rise from the brat Florance yanked them away, tossing them backwards to the floor. There feet clattered as they attempted to remain balanced but they fell to the ground all the same, just as their keeper had wanted. “Why did you not bother to find him? Did you want to play chef yourself? Is that why you didn’t complete my demands? Maybe I should throw you into the ring next time I need some entertainment?” The brat rolled onto their knees in a hasty bow to his keeper.

The household of Florance wasn’t a pleasant one to be a part of. The singular building had boarded windows that hid rooms of blood-stained floors and stairs to a dimly lit basement in which split off into tunnels filled with Florance’s… experiments. Traits he liked in brats he would clone into others. He would even offer to clone brats for other keepers if they were willing to pay for his services. That was what he was most well-known for outside the house but within the house… by his slaves he was known for torture. If you lived under his roof you were under constant threat of losing fingers, nails, and teeth. Sometimes when he was bored they’d find him pressing red hot metal to their neck. He liked to hear them scream. Even more he liked them to preform acts form him that either traumatised or embarrassed them. If they refused his orders in these cases they’d find skin being peeled from their backs.

The brat in front of Florance now had been meant to bring Matt back to the house that day. Having killed off one of the more worthless brats that lived within his household he desired the blondes help in cooking them. Matt was possibly the only one of Florance’s slaves who had any skills in preserving meats so the keeper often use said brat to help him out. Matt had been a second hand pet for Florance, obtained through Pegasus wanting to thank him for cloning a few people for him. He thought about that as he glared down at the trembling being in front of him. They were useless in comparison to others he had.

A couple of steps forward, “Well, explain.” He growled down at them reaching back to grab the poker from its stand then brandish it against the brat waving it in front of their nose. “Go on being silent is just going to make me shove this down your throat. Perhaps I’ll get it to stick out through your ass, that would be amusing.”

Looking up too their keeper the brat opened his mouth to speak but Florance had already turned away having decided that he didn’t actually even care about what the other had to say on the matter. Tugging off his blood stained shirt he threw it onto their face, “Go have this washed why don’t you? Then I want you to go back too that bloody school and fetch him for you. If you can get his boyfriend too that would be handy. Even that pain in the ass is more useful to me than you’re worthless pile of meat.”
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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by Chris Rupel Arclight on Fri Jun 27, 2014 3:36 pm

-3:00 PM-

Alone in his white room, sat Christopher Rupel Arclight. Atop a single white rocking chair he sat, surrounded by nothing but white carpeting and perhaps a white bed, with drapes over it (a canopy if you will). He had one full bedroom, with an all-white bathroom, and of course anything white to match. Even sitting there, the boy-girl wore nothing but a mid-length white dress, that just barely covered his knees. The sad blue eyes of the pregnant Angel seemed to haze over, as he sat there rubbing his stomach... remembering how this all came to be...

-Age 11-

It was a cold winter's night, which was rather relentless upon the island. Everywhere in the huge Estate was cold, so it was common for children to be found beneath their blankets, tucked in at such an hour. Christopher and Salvation both shared a room, each with a bed across from each other, only a single wooden nightstand with a lamp atop it - to separate them. Their loving parents had only just tucked them in, and had gone away to work, since the two Leaders, were summoned to a third shift that night. Bidding the boys farewell for the night, the dressy mother in white, with tons of golden jewelry (which sat beautifully against her wrapped-up brown hair), waved and made off with the Suit that was their father.

As usual Christopher fell asleep first, normally having been tired throughout the entirety of the day since his immune system was weak. His brother however rarely slept, and laid there for a while with his arms crossed behind his head. After his twin was fast asleep however, Salvation would get out of bed, and wander over to his brother's. Climbing into bed with him, he moved the blanket, and curiously looked at his brother's legs. He looked up at Chris, who was fast asleep on his back, and must have pondered something for a while. The blue-haired boy shrugged, and decided his curiousness was most important, and slowly removed his blue PJ's that his parents had only just bought him. Chris however wore nothing but a white shirt, with white shorts beneath it. Slowly, Salvation moved to remove his brother's shorts, slipping them off, and stopping each time Chris moved or stretched in his sleep.

The older twin then climbed on top of the younger one, and reached between his brother's legs, which of course - woke him up immediately.

"Sal! What are you-!"

"Shh, shut up, I wanna see it." The other brother had said, silencing the weaker one with his right hand.

Chris shoved Sal's hand away and fearfully looked up at his brother, confusedly, and awkwardly. "S-See w-what?" He asked worriedly.

"I heard mother and father speaking today of you. You are both a boy, and a girl. And I got to see what the Leaders did to a girl today, when I snuck past dad's security system." The older brother whispered. "I want to try it too."

The white-haired boy swallowed, and tried to push his brother off of him, but Salvation was rather strong, and suffered from less an ailment than he had. Salvation pinned the boy down by the throat, squeezing Chris's throat, until the boy gasped and began to sob. He used his other hand to lift up Chris's shirt, and then peered down to see if it were true. Realizing it was dark, he climbed onto Chris, and the flicked the lamp on. By now Chris was so terrified, he only laid there, attempting to close his legs. He had known for a while now he had another slit in him, but he thought it normal, or had just never asked about it. A few moments later though, he was able to feel his brother's hand, slowly sliding down his shaft, searching for the space between his legs. Once he found it, he pushed his fingers into his brother, feeling the tight muscles around them. It was warm and felt strange to the boy molesting his brother, but from what he'd seen, it was to be done this way first.

"S-Sal this is wrong... w-why are you doing this?" Chris would ask, shivering, and shaking now. "I don't t-think we're s-supposed to do this." Sure brothers and twins were close... but not this close right?

"Shut up!" The older brother hissed, grabbing the lesser one's neck again. "You make one peep I'll cut you open like they did to that guy last week for him not listening to Leader orders, you hear?!" He snapped, baring fangs now. Chris whimpered, and closed his eyes, in full surrender. Sal would only grin, knowing he had the power to do as a Leader 'should' like his father. "Good, now open your legs."

Chris gripped onto his brother's shirt hard, and buried his face into his brother's chest as Sal gripped himself and pushed his way into his twin. The boy wailed and cried, which earned him a bite to the throat, and the yanking of his long silver hair. Until he was fully silenced, Salvation continued to harm him. Once Chris relaxed, he slowly went into his twin further, causing the lesser hermaphrodite boy, severe agony.

"Agrrh! Sal! Oh please - stop! It's hurts, make it stop! Take it out - Sal!" Chris begged and cried, his body unable to handle such an intrusion.

"Mother told father you've been bleeding, so you are old enough to have relations. But I will take you because you are my brother, and only I can hurt you." Sal said. His words seemed to cause Chris to lay back, shocked almost. "You see? You want to be taken by another? It is what happened, I saw. Now you lay there and let me have you, and you will be only mine." He said. Chris sobbed but wiped away his tears, before gently reaching up to wrap his arms around his brother and cry. Sal lowered himself to lay atop the boy, and kissed him fully on the lips. He gently scratched the top of his brother's head, and began to screw him, the boy not fighting now.

"Sal... don't let them take me away... promise me brother - I don't want to leave your side. I don't wanna be a Leader!" The younger twin sobbed, forcefully arching his back to avoid more pain. He was always easily frightened, and never truly wanted that kind of life.

"They will never, ever have you brother. You belong to me. But you will have to be a Leader. I am in training now. Father teaches me. Mother needs to stop keeping you from the truth. We are real Angels, but we must do our job." Salvation was only a child. So it wasn't a wonder how misguided and how easily wrong he'd interpret things. And only snooping and getting half-truths, was mostly to blame for this. As he eventually claimed his brother, he soon had Chris to serve him, doing anything for him, but never letting another take him away. It wouldn't be until later, that things would eventually change.

-5 Months Later-

It wasn't until about this time, when Christopher's parents had made an awful discovery. After constantly having to work without a single night off, they finally had a chance to spend time with the whole family. Coming home however, they'd see, that the younger twin boy, was carrying a child. Twins actually. Immediately the parents demanded to know, just who had did this to their silver-haired boy. But as usual, Chris never said a thing, only speaking to his brother in secret all those years before. His parents knew him and thought him mute, but Sal had known all along he was just more special to Chris than they. Neither of the boys said a thing, and eventually, the parents gave up on finding out who had raped their son.

It wasn't until Chris's 3rd week into his 5th month that they would discover who it was - when they came home early from a business call.

"SALVATION! By the Godz what are you doing to your brother?!" Their mother had screamed, after turning on a light to the twins' bedroom.

Their father, however, had an entirely different reaction - which was one Salvation never spoke about. But Salvation would be dragged away for three nights and two days, Christopher left with some Guardian, whom he didn't know or trust. It wasn't until Salvation was sentenced to the same fate, that Chris knew they would have a shot at living. But when Salvation returned he was a different sort of animal, something had gone terribly wrong between his many injuries and open gashes. Both their parents would leave their facility, returning to the States without a word to anybody. (It wasn't until Salvation took over later, that he personally had them hunted down and killed himself. It was... 'an accident' however.) Chris and Salvation would inherit everything from their Leader parents, by Will and in part by force. Once Salvation was old enough, it would surely be game-on.

-Aya's Birthday-

The Ayase twins were born some four months, give or take, later. The first one, was born dead, and immediately discarded to avoid further trauma and stress to the 'mother' (who was obviously Chris). The second one was a blond healthy child, with huge blue eyes, and gorgeous pale skin. Despite being the product of incest, he was remarkably strong, and smart. He would do everything better than a normal human baby, which only furthered the possibility that he may have been a mutant. Thing was, since both Chris and Sal were mutants, Chris had passed some of the blood through himself to the child, just by carrying him. So was it possible the child got some of that? Perhaps. But it remained inconclusive without better technology to truly confirm it.

-Years Later-

Driven by madness, and perhaps his own general insanity, Salvation had taken back a part of what he had promised his precious twin. Due to the fact that Aya did not develop any seriously confirmed add-ons, Aya was given wings, and then the focus was taken elsewhere. The older twin figured, since Aya was a product of incest (despite his function being better than most children his age), that it wasn't possible for him to develop the mutant gene. So for the years after he'd been born, Salvation brought in randomly selected males (based upon their height, weight, add-ons, strengths, degradations, ect), and forced them to breed with his hermaphrodite brother. Chris, who by then was too fearful of his twin to stand up to him, would do nothing, but lay there, and wait for it to be over. For years this continued, and each year a child was born, and placed with a Guardian who lived on-site, who would watch the child's growth and everything else. So far, it was to no avail.


-Present Time-

Chris sadly wiped away a tear that fell from his right eye, and whimpered softly. He had been unconscious for hours, and only now had permission to sit in his room. Contractions were being monitored by the machine beside his white chair, while he waited for the moment that would always come. He thought about what this child might look like, trying to remember the fathering parent. It had been so long ago since he'd seen him, just 9 months prior to the now. All he remembered was a perfect frame, a thick black tail, blue hair, and strange white eyes. After that it was all a blur, as he'd probably did the usual covering his eyes so he couldn't see the man atop him, moving inside him. He would probably lay there until the person was finished using him, then eventually open his eyes and dress himself. Cry to his brother, get hit, the same old thing. He couldn't help but feel something strange about this particular child though.

The machine beside him started to beep interrupting his thoughts. He blinked through his tears, when someone walked into the room.

"Time to go." The voice said sternly. "Your brother is waiting for you."

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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by The Azure Dox on Fri Jun 27, 2014 5:20 pm

-3641 East Dick Lane - (3:00PM)-

Oh, my. Now where could Doxy have been?

So funny story about the 'underground' section of the city - also known as the 'Slums' of the island (usually the outer parts closer to the water and some areas dead center), was a particular Keeper, with a particular house. His Whore House. It was a way of making money fast, while getting as much pleasure as possible; A double-win if one would care to understand the notions.

"Come out boys, I want to see those asses tight and ready for tonight!" A voice called out. From the blond slag of a man's mouth, no less. "And girls, you'd best start sucking dick better than that. Your grandmothers could suck my dick better than most of you."

Yep, yep yep... Good Ol' Doxy.

A fleet of boys and girls no older than 16 all would assemble as trained to do so. Most of them were familiar with the pleasuring of others - whomever paid Doxy and came into the house were their Clients for the night and following morning. Some of the new kids cried, sobbed or pleaded, but there was nothing more useful than duct-tape and a headboard. Doxy himself sat on a massive chair out in the main room, where it was positioned and colored to look like a sort of throne. Of course, he had two harlots on either side of him, both of them with nice chests - and fully naked, frozen like statues.

At his feet chained up, was a darker-haired boy, who was facing him, and forced to remain so until he would be forced to pleasure his Keeper. It was no uncommon thing to see this out this way, almost all of the Keepers had "pet brats" about. Doxy just decided to sell, trade, and whore his out - for money, women, or well-endowed men. He had absolutely no remorse for his actions and was about as dangerous as a man with 9 dicks and 6 assholes or something. Point is, he truly didn't give a shit. He did keep a doctor on sight however, as sometimes people got too rough, and broken pelvises were a bit common afterwards. And bleeding, yes, completely common from rough BDSM style shit or electro-shock violations.

"Bring in the Clients!" Doxy demanded gesturing to two boys standing guard nearest the entrance to the house. It was 3:00PM, which meant, this shift was ready to be had.

The boys did as they were told, and people from all walks of island life began to approach the Dox. Offering money, their kin - whatever they had, to buy a lad or gal for the night. Some even exchanged one gender child for another, so that they were better suited or of better use to their Keeper. The others that showed up, aside from other Keepers, working Leaders or even occasional Guardians - were the Military people. In fact, 90% of the people buying someone for a night, was from there. The Dox did not object to anyone, as long as the currency was good and the trades were fair.

Everywhere kids and slaves were picked out, and then they led their buyers to their rooms where they would close doors and allow themselves to be used, abused, or just teased - depending on what the buyers were into. Weapons were not allowed inside, a general rule by Doxy, to protect his investments. However, upon entry to every room, there was plenty to "play" around with. Whatever they paid for, would be found there. Some didn't buy anything but the person. Others would buy a whip, chains, tape, gags, suits of leather, toys, or whatever their fetish consisted of. All of which would then have one night and one morning with; whoever was bought would be forced to comply.

Doxy smirked counting his cash, then tossed it to the side of his throne-like chair.

"I'm so pleased. Made quite a bit and it's only been open just a few moments." He said aloud.

Doxy grinned wider, then grabbed onto the chain that was connected to a collar that was around the dark-haired boy's throat. He didn't give him a warning, only pushed his face down, and forced the boy to suck him off. He didn't care that the lad gagged or sobbed, only told him that if he didn't do a good job, his use would be over, and he'd be tossed to the hungry Keepers, or killed off anyways. The boy quietly did as he was told, and well too of course. The two posing girls on either side of Doxy were called to sit atop the arms of his chair, where he could reach and touch them as he pleased.

Enjoying himself, the devious male realized that this was the life to be had.

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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by RA on Fri Jun 27, 2014 6:06 pm

Sitting in a tree just outside the "camp" or whatever they had called it, RA sat high up on a branch. On the branch beside her sat a beautiful brown and red hawk, it's long tail feathers gently waving in the air behind them. The girl looked over at the bird and pet the top of his head smiling down at it, causing the bird to chirp rather happily back up at her. She flexed her long red firey wings behind her, folding them more comfortably on her back and the bird did the same, chirping yet again. She bit off a piece of bread and then broke off a smaller piece to hand to her companion. "Iwa seb, Bennu." She said softly and the bird chirped biting on the bread, using one of his talons to hold onto it.

"RA." A voice came from below and both of them looked down to see who it came from. Below, a boy dressed nearly all in gold stood there looking up at them, six wings flexed on his back, oddly placed at that. A smile came on her face for a second and she started climbing down. Once on the ground she tackled the boy in a hug and smiled brightly.

"Hello Cain. What are you doing here?" She asked as Bennu flew from the tree top and landed on her shoulder, chirping at Cain who smiled warmly at the bird.

"Can't I come to say hello? See a friend?"

"Normally, I'd say yes, but if you come collect me from my tree it's because you need me for something or you're fetching me for someone else. It's Bast again isn't it, she wish to see me again?" She asked and he nodded. Grunting softly she stepped away and crossed her arms looking away.

"You know if you keep living this way, someone bad is going to collect you. Stray kids never last more than a few days before someone collects." He said and she didn't say anything. "Better her than..well..you know. I heard he was collecting again and looking for a girl this time." He said and she grunted yet again walking past him towards the houses. Sighing, he followed at her heels. "Think of Bennu. You know that guy has had his eye on you, you're free now."

"I know, Cain. Let's just...go talk to Bast, alright?" He nodded and they walked to his house. Inside, the were instantly greeted with a long, slender black cat, his bright yellow eyes gleaming up at them as a cute meow escaped past his lips. "Hello kitty." she said kneeling down and petting him. Neither the cat, nor the bird, paid each other any attention.

"Cain, RA, is that you?" Came a soothing female voice, then from the kitchen a tall women walked out, hair a jet black, two long, pointed cat ears aside her head, a long black tail swaying out behind her. She was born to the island as a teenager and raised to be a guardian, so that she was, she was Cains guardian. "Come for dinner, RA?"

"And hopefully to stay." Cain said walking past them into the kitchen to help prep dinner.

"I surely hope so."

"I might as well, not like I have anywhere else to go, right?" She said standing upright and following them into the kitchen.

"That is good to hear, I will take care of everything in the morning while you guys are in school." She said as she walked over to the stove and pulled dinner out.

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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by Maximillion Pegasus on Sat Jun 28, 2014 1:01 am

[[COLLAB W/ JAFFIE & JUDAL]]

The Maximillion brothel, the most well-known all male brothel on the island, it was not as large as Dox’s nor did it cater to everyone’s kinks but there was one thing that its owner Pegasus made sure it had, and that was only the most beautiful. The owner of said brothel was rumoured to have actually spent more on the building that he housed his whores in than the whores themselves. It’s smooth marble columns and walls rose up from the surrounding dirt stained houses like a Greek temple, beckoning passer-by’s to enter even if it was purely in order to admire the mural coated interior. There was no pay at the door policy for this place, Pegasus wanted to make sure the whole world go to see just how magnificent he and his possessions were.

It was currently the time of day now that people were starting to come visit the building. Walking through the open doors and into the main foyer where they would be greeted, offered a seat around the cartoon themed stone fountain, along with being offered a drink before being inquired on who would be the one to take their fancy for the night. Then the client would be led down one of the two halls by the whore of their choosing to reach a room decorated in of the many themes Pegasus had thought up. Everything was set up how he saw as perfect. Even the whores had to be perfect, he was picky with whom he choose. If you were chosen to work as a whore at his brothel since Mr. Maximillion had picked you out, you were set for life. Pegasus was fickle with his pets, he made sure they bathed daily, ate daily and kept themselves groomed. If you were owned by Pegasus your life was luxury in comparison to other brats if you ignored the fact that you had to sleep with whoever handed you over the allotted amount of cash he said you were to cost.

Now, if said visitor was not on the premises for the whores they would be directed to the room that lay on the other end of the two hallways, this pleasantly scented room was where you would most likely find Pegasus lounging around with the younger whores. Having entered this room he would address his visitors in his usual eccentric manner before he would begin making them all sorts of offers. ‘Would you like to use the bathhouse?’, ‘You’re a rather fine one would you like to make some money?’, ‘If you like that wine I can sell you some.’ Etc… etc…

On this particular day Pegasus most unfortunately had paperwork to do. People to pay, bills to balance, so on so forth. So on this day a desk had be carried into his main lounging room so he could still be in the presence of his whores while getting some urgently needed work done. “I do swear that Florance is just being hiking his prices these days.” The sliverette pouted turning his gaze to the seven year old who he had sitting on the edge of the desk, “Do you think I offended him? Perhaps I should sent him another whore? He seemed to like the one I let him keep.” The boy shrugged and continued nibbling on the cracker he held. This lack of response made Pegasus a little bothered but then again this little one was probably tired weren’t they. Good, a tired whore is a well worked one. It just meant they’d be having the day off today. The young ones did get some lenience in work unlike any over the age of fourteen.

Pegasus turned his attention to a couple of the whores chatting in the doorway to the bathhouses, “You two, what is your opinion on the matter. Do you think Florance is mad at me? Should I send someone? Also, perhaps I should get an accountant~ Oooh perhaps one of you should be my accountant! Sitting in your underwear you’d make very very attractive accountants~” he coo’d waggling his fingers in their direction to get quiet laughter in response which pleased Maxmillion. “Now then,” attention was once more turned to the work in front of him, his glass of wine taken into his hand then a frown placed on his face, “When are the brats from that school going to get back. Those fabulous darlings always make the most money~ Ooooh I wonder who will sell the best tonight~”

Speaking of whores, there was a certain one that may as well have been answering Pegasus's question, despite how rhetorical it might've been. That little slut, of course, was Judal. Unlike some, Judal prided himself upon his skills of being able to bring the utmost pleasure to the clients, and his ability to look sinful yet innocent while doing so. And that was what he was about to do.

See, Judal had a sort of bet going on that day with another named Jaffie - see who could get the most clients that day (whether it be for sex, or other activities). It was a bet they often had, but almost never fulfilled - in short, they lost count, being far too busy with much more important things, as they were never short on clients.

The raven was Judal, with brilliantly crimson eyes and a lithe body. His hair was long, longer than most, and spilled over his back in a cascade of midnight. At a glance, he could easily be mistaken for a girl - what with his nearly floor length hair and delicately applied make-up. Violet powder was dusted upon the lids of each kohl-lined eye, simply his already exotic features. (Judal, as it would turn out, had been imported from a foreign country at a young age). His add-ons were simple: brilliantly red irises, skin that never seemed to tan, and quickly growing hair. All of which didn't seem very exciting in the least, though Judal was quite proud of them.

Then, there was Jaffie. Some said that he had a few screws loose, to which he'd just laugh at. Why would they say such things? Perhaps, and this is just a theory, it was due to the fact that he absolutely refused to wear any sort of pants, some days forgoing clothing all-together. He was different kind of weird, and he liked it. He was a shorter male - claiming to be at the perfect dick-sucking height- bordering on almost child-like, with white hair and green eyes. Stitch-like scars ran on the innermost sides of his legs, going from his ankles all-the-way-up. All in all, he had a way too innocent look, that is if he didn't smirk like a mofo twenty four seven, with only sex on the mind. Jaffie had raging libido, and could get it up whenever, and however. Though, that wasn't necessarily his 'add-on'. Long story short, he had a magical ass that could resuscitate people all thanks to the Leader-turned-Keeper, Mr. Nudity himself (*cough Doxy cough*). Apparently, that sort of experiment was 'unnecessarily', but Jaffie didn't see it that way. Instead, he saw it as he was the proud owner of one 'Super Ass', that which could save the day in any sort of emergency - whether it was a raging boner or a choking person.

If it wasn't already stated, these two worked for Pegasus - or rather, were owned by him. They were, after all, brats to the nth degree. And, currently, said brats were bickering about their little bet.

"Why are we even going through all of this~ I'm just going to win, again~" came a coquettish voice, that which could only belong to Judal. The raven was replying to Jaffie's initial statement of the bet. A slow smirk pulled at the corners of the raven's mouth, a cocky expression no doubt. The air of arrogance was complete with the fold of the arms across the raven's chest.

"Pfft, who's said ya' ever won? I call major bullshit on that, buddy," snorted Jaffie, rolling viridescent eyes. "We've never actually manage to compare, ya' know." The shorter male smirked as well, blowing air into Judal's face as he flicked his nose.

That earned him an outright glare. Growling in the back of his throat, the raven slapped away the prodding hand. "Anyways~, let's check in with Pegasus and see if he has anything special for us. If not, then I'll take you up on that bet. Same wager?"

"Loser has to suck the other's dick whenever, wherever, for a month? Hell fucking yeah."

As the two whores came down the corridor and into the presence of their master Pegasus was immediately too his feet, they were a distraction most pleasant from his paperwork and big money earner for him. The icing on the cake being how the two enjoyed their work making it all the more easy for Pegasus to manage them. Stepping briskly around to the other side of the desk he looked towards them with a grin plastered across his face and arms wide spread. "Ooooooh darlings~ Making bets again I see~" coo'd the keeper as he closed the distance between them. Gently gripping their shoulders he shook his head at them, "Both of you really need to learn to finish people faster. Yes I know many like it longer but I have a list. A list my darlings." he said his wide grin turning to a mock pout before promptly turning on the heel of his foot again to march back to his desk. The two males that had entered the room were among his prized belongings and it was very unlikely that he would be ever selling them off completely. Shifting his accounting papers aside he picked up the clipboard that held a waiting list for clients who had requested specific brats to tend to their 'needs'.

"Now then~" Pegasus hummed taking his glass of wine in his free hand, it was a needed instrument for talking, "Along with your usual jobs you two first will need to go to the bathhouse, we can't have either of you being imperfect for your clients now can we. Along with this I require one of you to find someone who is free to run some letters for me. Quite a few tabs have been piling up and I do feel I'm being to lenient about them again. This Mephisto fellow is two days late on his bill. How unsightly." he crooned to the two whores not even paying the slightest attention to what either of them were doing in response to his speaking. Taking a sip of his wine he dumped the rest on the floor before placing the glass aside and un-clipping the lists from the board. Flicking his hair over his shoulder first in dramatic fashion he held a sheet of paper out to each of the whores. "Now my darlings~ if I get good feedback from your clients tonight I may even give you a cut of the cash~ Oooooo~ How fun is that to think about? Hmm? You can go buy yourself something nice how about that hmm?~"
Smirks graced both their faces, as they tilted back their heads to look up at none other than the boss man himself. "A bet keeps things interesting," replied Judal honestly, glancing up at Pegasus with nothing less than admiration - he was the one, after all, that had made Judal into who he was. And, to say that Judal didn't love the attention that he got, would be a lie. The raven absolutely adored people paying attention to him, praising him, anything. Why? Well, as it turned out, he was an attention whore too. Needless to say, his eyebrow did twitch at the criticism they received, but he did pay heed to it - it was constructive, after all.

Jaffie, on the other hand, just liked to roll around. And he could do that as much as he pleased under Pegasus's influence. "I'm sure we can move things along at a quicker pace," he assured the older man with a nod. "Just means we can service more clients." He said that with a grin - he truly found the idea exciting. Immediately after Pegasus had turned around, Jaffie gave Judal a gently nudge with his elbow.

"Of course, we'll be sure to see that it gets done~" he agreed, glancing at the shorter male, unimpressed. "We wouldn't dare disappoint you, after all." His hands clasped behind his back loosely as he spoke. He, accompanied by the other, made their way closer to Pegasus's desk, taking in all that the man had to say. The hung on to every word, as each was important. After all, the man was telling them exactly what was expected of them that day.

Taking a bath, finding a messenger, servicing as many as possible - sounded straightforward, and easy, enough. "I'm sure we can find someone to deliver the tabs," nodded Judal, tapping a finger against his chin. "I can think of a few who would do it."

As if on command - though, it probably was - each whore took the sheets held out in front of them, then scanned through the names on their lists.

"That sounds great," grinned Jaffie in response to Pegasus's words about good feedback. Judal nodded in agreement with a cool smirk. "We'll do our best, and more."
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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by Raphiella Blu Azure on Sat Jun 28, 2014 9:10 am

It was 3:00PM now, so that meant that the kids were probably off doing their own things, or enjoying their time outside at Raphiella's house. For the blue-haired girl, that was surely the case indeed. Any time she could, she would sneak out to the field behind the chain of shitty houses that kids like her lived in. It wasn't the Slums, but it was close enough to them to have the same appearance.

Sneaking out wasn't really all that simple, since her blind friend tended to go along with her. The boy with the scaly black tail, and a matching set of horns, somehow managed to keep up with her quite well despite his lack of vision. But still, with how cautious the girl was, it remained a bit complicated. Especially since it involved them crossing a few patrolling guards.

"We are close. I can smell the grass from here." The male said, taking a sniff into the air. His oddly pointed ears, listened for everyone and thing around him. Grinning, he pushed up the blindfold he'd had over his eyes, and allowed his white eyes to flash to life. "I can only make out lines of white and blue, but it is enough." He said, his fang-like teeth showing through his smirk.

Raphiella, who still held his hand softly, gave him a cautious tug, and then they continued walking, through a set of trees. "I'm just hoping the guards aren't standing around here, you know, like last week." She hissed, remembering a close encounter that almost had them caught. "Not that I see why this place is off-limits anyways. Curfew's not even til six, and we're early here."

Melvin sneered to himself as they moved closer, and eventually found their way into the fields. While they took the time to find a place to sit (a comfortable spot beneath a large willow tree), Melvin recalled what had happened the week before...

One week prior...

A single guard had happened to see them, and it had occurred to them that he was just wandering the area to make sure no one was there or something. The two kids had yet to make a run for it - and Raphiella was about to - but Melvin, had already reacted. Before the guard could point his weapon, the boy with almost no sight had attacked as though in some strange, feverish rage. Perhaps it was due to him protecting her, perhaps it was something else - but one thing remained true, and it was that the guard, wouldn't know just who he was messing with.

The guard didn't even get a shot off, before Melvin had kneed him in the nuts so hard he dropped his weapon completely. Despite armor and protective wear, it still hurt - and was super effective too. The guard dropped to his knees, and attempted to grab the kid by the throat, the kid retaliating with a blow to his head, and then - a tail which slid up his ass. Raphiella would watch in horror as Melvin held the guard just a bit away from him, the man now fuzzy from the blow to his head, and the pain from his balls. Disoriented, he began to scream, which would end quickly after Melvin's tail had forced it's way through his armor and deep into his ass. Filling the other man with a thick, tarry toxin, the soldier burned from the inside out, like acid had just fired up into his bowels. The moment his screams sent birds flying into the air around him, approximately a second - maybe two - later, was the familiar sound of one's snapping neck.

Melvin snarled and dropped the crumpled up human, which landed with a thud at his feet. He looked over to Raphi with heavily blurred vision, then back to the mess before him. Taking the weapon with both hands, and wrapping his tail around the corpse's chest, he began to wander off, to find a place to hide the body. It would be paces away through some woods, not far from where they'd found him, where the devilish male would toss the body. Into a stream, that surely led to a water fall, which passed beneath the shields and went out into the surrounding oceans. Many a time Melvin had considered traveling off of the island this way, but without wings, a team, and something to float away on through tides, it was impossible. No one knew that this happened to be the spare base where the Leaders with their submarines used to pass through.


Raphiella seemed to enjoy the steady breeze, which moved her long hair and ears back and fourth. It wasn't until she caught Melvin staring off into nothingness, that she seemed to retain her enjoyment. She didn't bother with asking what it was, nor what was on this boy's mind. She knew that one day he would become a Keeper, and she would just be expected to know - if not just listen and obey. With a sigh she just leaned over, and gently kissed the male's face. Her soft lips causing tingles, all throughout his cheek. Like nothing Melvin snapped out of his weary daze, and reached out to guide the girl closer to him, by the means of his fingers just beneath her chin. He watched her large bluish ears fold back, them keeping their naturally dominant curve to them as they did so. There was nothing that the male didn't love about this girl. She was seemingly bold at times, naturally curious - perhaps fearless, loving, and had a naturally wise state to her. For years it was all the guy had known, and it would be all he'd ever wish to know.

As he lovingly nuzzled the girl's face, and softly bit her neck, Melvin began to wonder what life would be like once he got his Keeper title. He would surely have tons of brats, enough to better serve him and his lady. Like a King and Queen they would live, just carefully, and smartly when involved with Leaders, slags, and the thugs of the Slums. This thought seemed to intrigue him, and as he softly laid the girl beneath him in the grass, his strangely-white eyes, retracted to their normal blue coloring - and now, he could see his mate. Surrounding his vision was a blur, fog, and watery will, but still - he could see her. In her perfect state, add-on's flawless to her nature, she lay there, only looking up at him gently. Her normally orange eyes seemed to watch him curiously, though knowing full well what he wished of her. Melvin did nothing but watch her strange eyes for a moment however - appreciating one of her outcomes from the degradation.

Was this girl truly so flawed? Even in such a state she seemed to be perfect to him. No ailment would plague her the same as others. Her degradation were even beautiful. Causing her to have large orange eyes, pale skin - unnaturally long nails... everything about her was glorifying to this lad. He wouldn't change a thing of her if he could, aside from getting them both wings to fly off this floating rock.

"My dearest King, which I know you think yourself, what is it that you are staring at?" The girl asked, her long bluish tail flicking back and fourth ever so softly against his thick black tail. She allowed it to rest on his, careful not to touch the area where he oozed darkness and plague.

The male pushed his face into the side of hers, laying atop her, and gently rubbing his face against hers now. "Something.... truly perfect." He would say, closing his eyes and listening to her beating heart. His seemed to race, as though he were anticipating something.

The girl would give a slight laugh and then ask something curiously. "I thought you met someone with that description already, you know, that one you found in the facility..." She said, letting her words trail off. She gently scratched the top of Melvin's spiky head, only stopping when he leaned up to look down at her once more. "Tis what you said my love."

Melvin curled his lips back into a long hiss, his eyes narrowing from the facial gesture. "Aye, that he might be. But not so perfect in the same mannerism as I see you. He was a perfect killer. And one day I would put that to the test on my own. It will earn me right among the Leaders, win or loose." He replied with all seriousness in his voice now.

The girl sighed, and closed her eyes almost sadly. "I did not think you were still planning on working your way into being like them..." She said softly. "They are why we starve, why we suffer. Why wings are for show and not the air we breathe..."

"It is for the best. For our best." The male insisted. "Let us forget this conversation for now."

The boy with the shooting hair nuzzled the female's throat, then slowly began to claim the prize he'd kept from a fight years ago. As he kissed her, bit her, and even clawed her by holding her close - he remembered that day as well. This lad was a rather prideful one, his ego getting him into more trouble than he cared to admit. But he would surely never let anything stop him, once his thoughts were made up and stapled together in a semi-orderly fashion. For now, he would have this girl, and prove to her how great he was - in whatever way he saw fit. And, as he claimed her beneath their favored tree, he would think of nothing - but what would lie ahead in years to come. She however, would think of the feelings between them, the love and affection, the protection and obsession that boy had with her. He was dangerous, she knew, but in a world where friends or lovers were hard to come by, she would never question that this wasn't fate for them. For she loved her future Keeper, and it would never go unsaid any other way. Silently they both hoped, that things would never bode to tear them apart.

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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by The Azure Dox on Sun Jun 29, 2014 12:16 am

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Whores now sorted, Pegasus sat back down at his desk to read over his to do list. He had absolutely no desire to be sitting down and sorting out his bills so why not, just shunt some other more pleasurable chores up the list a few places. Sure none of them appealed to him that much but at least they didn't involve him looking like a complete bore. Why? Pegasus being boring, how un-fabulous would that be. People would begin to look down on him and maybe even decide that he wasn't the most fabulous on the island, but... the second most fabulous. This thought immediately out of his seat in a huff. Flicking the list he turned to the nearest free whore and pointed to the paperwork on the desk demanding for them to do it.

"Now if you don't mind," he loudly proclaimed, "I have some new processions to pick up."

Where was he picking up these people up you may ask? Well the place he was picking them up was from his rival's. The most non-fabulous person on the island, Doxy. Of course that non-fabulous only came from Pegasus's vision since everyone knows that Doxy if absolutely sexy and amazing. In preparation to make his journey to his rival's Pegasus set about fixing his makeup, brushing his hair and summoning two of his younger whores to walk down the street directly behind him, one carrying a bottle of wine while the other carried his paperwork.
 
The moment Pegasus arrived on the doorstep of Doxy's brothel he had his nose up in the air and his glass of wine held high. His two accompanying whores moved anyone who was in his way out of it until they arrived in the presence of the man himself, Doxy.

"Your whore house is as filthy as ever Doxy-boy. Perhaps I need to send some of mine to clean it up for you? Hmmm~?" glancing the other man other he glared at the boy chained at their feet, "You obviously have no shame. Didn't I specifically tell you that I would be picking up my purchases today? You should be wearing clothes when in presence of my marvelous being."  

Doxy smirked and his eyes flashed a glorifying gold in color. Fingering strands of his long blond-gold hair, he narrowed his eyes upon that of another Keeper. The not-so-fab, Pegasus. That guy was gayer than a bunch of rainbow-wearin' skiffies on the shiny side of town, and there was surely so much homo in his tone, that it was almost certain the man loved cock in his mouth.

"Of course I didn't forget Pegasus." The finer-looking male would say, holding up a clipboard handed to him by one of his female slaves. "In fact you're late. I've been expecting you since 3:00 PM sharp. And you've disappointed me yet again dear boy." The last part of the statement, was clearly in sheer mockery of the older male standing between his sluts.

Pegasus stared at the other man mouth open in blunt shock of his words, how on earth could he be late? Did he really get so distracted by making himself look perfect that he had not arrived on time. A toss of his head in the other direction he responded coldly,"Well one as grand as myself always knows to make sure to attend a meeting fashionably late." Raising his free hand in the air he waggled a finger to accentuate his point before turning to look the blond over again. The whole room reeked of cum and sweat, how horrid, Pegasus mentally bet that the Keeper that sat in front of him smelt even worse. Did they even bathe? Perhaps in the spit of the brats that sucked his dick.

This made a grin came to Pegasus' face and he started to speak again, "Anyhow Doxy-boy I expect that you at least made sure to make my new little boys look acceptable for their presentation to me. I certainly hope they look nothing like that thing." He coo'd with disgust making a gesture with his wine glass to the boy chained to the ground.

The Dox laughed at just how 'grand' this man thought he was. Surely he had never come across someone truly regal. "Pegasus, you look like you're the one that goes to the whore houses to suck a lot of rod. In all honesty, I have the finest brats on the island, and they're kept far better than any of your shota tarts, so I suggest you watch your tongue around here lest you want it stapled to my dick later." The male winked at the flamboyant mistake of a pervert, then tossed his clipboard, startling the lad licking his shaft. He looked up nervously, then cautiously went back to his job while Doxy snapped his fingers to summon his keeps. "This way lads, come out and display it." He called out, three boys appearing from the Buyer's Waiting Room.

The three boys were shockingly healthy-looking. They had dark hair, and green eyes, and were-

"Triplets. Best in the house. You will pay me the agreed amount, as they were hand-tamed and trained by me, myself." The Dox said with a proud sneer. He knew Pegasus wouldn't be able to hold in his fangasm for much longer now. There three lads stood, well-carved and well-endowed. They wore nothing but high-fashion beads, and thin white capes which draped lightly over their shoulders. "Please, have a look." He snickered, gesturing to the three lads. They appeared no older than 12 in age. "Also virgins, so that's extra." He recalled, the clipboard back into his hands again as he checked over their breeder documents.

Wine handed aside to one of his own accompanied whores, a loud 'OOOOOOO!~' of excitement escaped his mouth as he skipped over to examine the boys he was paying for, and my they were absolutely wonderful and much better cleaned than he thought any of the other whores in this building were. Glancing over his shoulder he forced the smile of his face, he would not seem weak in front of this dirty man. "I'll have you know my mouth is reserved only for the finest of ones that I personally own. I would never pay another for pleasure that I can get for free! Plus, I'll have you know that you may train your whores but do you keep them happy? Why no you do not. These beautiful boys will get to know such happiness in my house that no one finds here."

Walking back to his own whores he gestured for the one carrying his paperwork to hand it over before he shoved it out in Doxy's face.

"The money and the paperwork." He said with a wave of his free hand, the whore at his side took the paperwork that was being handed in return cautiously with a bowed head, both had been told previously not to look at the disgrace of a Keeper they'd been told Doxy was.

Doxy snatched the payment and the intel with a willful grin of purely rotten evil. "Best know my whores are trained well, happiness doesn't exist to one who is here to serve another. If it does, they are to be happy to serve, and know nothing else. That is how I possess the BEST of the best on the island. Maybe you should spend more time training your loose boys, and less time painting your face. Good day to you."

The Dox wavered his right hand, and Pegasus and his minions, would be ushered out of Doxy's royal palace of slags.

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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by RA on Sun Jun 29, 2014 7:22 pm

"So, the cat thinks she can steal possession's, does she?" A darker voice said, carried by a man who stood from his seat. Walking across the room, he moved towards the large bay window and looked out, watching whoever may have crossed the streets below. "This simply cannot do. She is coming of age and is in need of proper] care." silence fell in the room short after his words, his head swarming with ideas and thoughts. After a long moment or two, he chuckled then glanced over his shoulder to look at the man, one of his brats raised now to still serve his master loyally. "Bring her to me, strike down any that might get in your way. This must be done tonight.

"My lord, with all my respect, it may not look good to the Leaders if you strike down someone so innocent, maybe you should go speak to her instead and convince her to give up the child."

Narrowing his eyes on the other, Rhea seemed to grit his teeth. A sudden coldness came over the room and the boy bowed suddenly, shuddering almost in fear of the master. "You may have a point." He muttered and sipped on his drink. Without another word, Rhea turned and headed out the house, down the long streets, heading to his next victims house.

Somewhere a few streets away...

"Cain, teach me to fight! I wanna be strong too!" RA begged now sitting outside in the back.

"You know I cannot, that's not my place." He said and she pouted looking away. "I am sure if you talk to Bast, she could help in teaching you other things though. You would make a good guardian."

"Guardians are boring, they cook, they clean, they wipe the asses of kids and their keepers. No, that's no fun life for me." She said feeding Bennu a small piece of fruit.

"That life is far safer than any other." Cain said placing his hand on hers. She grumbled and stood pulling her hand away, then walked to the tree in the yard, climbed it, then remained hidden in the tallest tree branches. This caused him to sigh, but he remained where he was sitting.

Inside the house, came a knocking, which was shortly followed by the hiss of the black cat at Basts feet. Bast looked at the door, narrowed her eyes for a moment then walked to the door, cautiously opened it up. "Rhea? What are you doing here?" She asked stepping back seemingly shocked he showed up.

"Where is the girl?"

"I'm afraid I don't know what--" she was backhanded, cutting off her words. This action caused her to stumble a bit, placing a hand on the swore mark on her reddening cheek.

"I will ask you once more, and once only. Where is the girl?"

"She is not yours to claim, Rhea. She is mine."

"Not yet, she is not. Since her Keeper has unfortunately passed she is up for claim, and without a keeper yourself, it will be much harder for you to claim her than it would if, say, I claimed her." he smirked, fangs showing behind his lips.

"You're a monster." She said standing upright. "And if you don't get out of my house I will report you, at once!"

His eyes narrowed but he kept a devious smile played out on his face. "Be careful, my dear, many horrible things have happened on this island." he said slowly approaching her, the back of his hand lightly stroked her cheek. "I would surely hate to see something bad happen to you like her last keeper." She moved to slap him, but he had quickly and easily grabbed her wrist. A darkened chuckle passed between them and he stepped even closer. "If you won't give her up willingly, I will take her by force; if she is not at my doorstep by dusk." Tossing her back, he turned and exited the house without another word.

Bast stood there a moment more before she turned and headed towards the backdoor, watching Cain stare up at the tree. From the angle she was standing, she could see RA sitting up high as well and frowned, what was she to do?

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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by Damien Knox on Mon Jun 30, 2014 3:16 am

-Somewhere else upon the island, in a somewhat secluded house-

Damien, having slept in late into the day, woke up to the oh-so-familiar hissing in his ear. Ice blue eyes fluttered upon, his vision hazy. Lazily, the Keeper brought up a pale hand and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, casting a glance to the side. Piercing, glowing yellow eyes stared back at him as though they hadn't slept a wink - and, knowing the owner of said eyes, they most likely hadn't. Letting out a slow sigh, the male propped himself up upon his elbows, staring down at the other that laid beside him with the most unimpressed expression he could muster. 

"The fuck you looking at?" he muttered, breaking the silence. His voice was low, with a hint of danger to it, but that only seemed to excite the owner of the snake-like eyes. Of course, Damien didn't get an answer - he never did. How could someone whose mouth was sewed shut reply anyways. Rolling ice-y orbs, the Keeper reached out a hand and ruffled the other's, Morphine's, messy hair."You're disgusting, clean yourself," he all but demanded.

The 'pet' all but purred, sitting up only to lean against the dark-haired male, much to the other's discomfort. However, Morphine didn't care, or perhaps he simply didn't understand. Either way, he could make no noise to express otherwise. Wrinkling his nose, Damien shoved Morphine off in disgust then picked himself up off the bed and proceeded to dress himself. He didn't want the other to randomly come up and cling unto his waist, but it certainly wasn't surprising. "Fine," he groaned, turning around. "I'll bathe you." His eyes narrowed as he scowled down, a brow raised as Morphine shook his head.  "You can wait," he continued knowing all too well what was wanted, pulling Morphine off of him, then dragged the being towards the small bath that was within the shared house. A few other brats ran around here and there, but Damien paid them no heed. There was a certain, clingy, filthy, thing that refused to do as he said. And he needed to deal with that, accordingly.


Now, for a bit of insight. Damien was a Keeper, if that much wasn't obvious. Piercing blue eyes, a small nose, and a mouth that always found itself in a frown made up his face, which was completed with a messy top of dark black hair. He had a slender frame, though was far from being as weak as his nearly sickly pale skin portrayed him to be. Upon becoming a Keeper, Damien had most of his add-ons removed, leaving only his pointed ears and frighteningly sharp teeth. 

The one stuck to his hip, was Morphine. He was the proud owner of white hair that went down to his mid back, and was nearly always messy and/or dirty. His skin seemed to be a grey-ish colour, making the eerie yellow-ness of his eyes even more apparent. On top of that, his mouth was sewn shut, for unknown reasons. He was a brat that had been bought by Damien, though the Keeper seemed to regret the  fact. Morphine had become utterly obsessed with the man, both emotionally and physically. But, enough of direct characterization and standard 'introductions'.

The fact of the matter was that Morphine absolutely abhorred water. Something that made things very difficult for Damien. "If you don't cooperate, I'll just fucking drown you," he threatened; despite that, though, Morphine continued to thrash around. Growling low in the back of his throat, the dark-haired male grabbed the other by the back of the head and thrusted his head under the water, and held it there. And held it there, and held it there, and continued holding it there until the disobedient wretch stopped moving around. Pulling him out, Damien shoved the unconscious Morphine against the near wall with a scoff. As he exited the room, Damien locked the door behind him giving the 'pet' no choice but to bathe upon waking up. And, with that, the Keeper stepped outside and went along his way to wander about the island to see what he would see that day.

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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by Salvation Arclight on Mon Jun 30, 2014 10:38 am

-6:00 PM-

With curfew upon them, the guard moved into the streets, and began chasing brats and Guardians, off the streets and into their houses. Absolutely no one was permitted out after this hour, and not even the Keepers really bothered to try.

For Salvation, he had spent the passing few hours in the Breeding Hall, with his brother Chris. The boy had almost passed out during the birth, with a soaring fever, and a racing heart. For now, he lay there heavily sedated, after having the child, who was a male, born with black and white hair. The product of two magnificent beings, the fathering beast would have surely been proud, were he anywhere in sight. With a willful smirk, Salvation ran his clawed hands through his brother's hair, while a series of nurses double-checked his stitches and sutures.

A guard knocked on the door, Salvation's face crawling with a sudden visually-captivating irritation. His lip curled into a snarl, his red eyes narrowing as the person was let inside.

"Good Curfew to you Sir..." The soldier started, the typical salute and bow happening a second after his words.

"What is it now?" Salvation demanded, his voice a quieter hiss in favor of not waking his brother.

The man handed a report to the Leader, who's eyes went rather wide. "Sir I am afraid there are some kids amassing a small and pathetically-armed army just outside. What are your orders, Sir?" He knew the answer, but with Salvation, it was better to make sure.

Salvation's answer caused a few people to indeed raise surprise, however.

"I want every man, women and child dragged out of their houses. Take them all to Center Square and set up hangings, and a firing squad. I want them ALL to see what happens to Brats who don't fucking listen to orders. Shoot them in the kneecaps, and then hang them. To any Guardians whom may have let them out, or who did not retrain them, shoot them on site immediately. Make a mess of things, and get my fucking point across."

"Yes Sir! I will have it done at once Sir!"

-7:00 PM-

Things were about to get serious, and almost no one avoided their windows on this night. Everywhere nearest Center City, there were people peeking outside, to watch the guard set up the torment for the captives. Moments after set-up, Salvation himself made an appearance, causing everyone for miles around - to hide.

But that wouldn't last, because the moment the 'King of the Island' snapped his fingers, people were dragged forcibly out of their houses, and forced to assemble before the man and his soldiers. Every child, Keeper and Guardian, were forced to watch, as the rebels were chained, roped-up, and dragged before the gallows. Salvation sat there at the head of his horses, Number 13 a proud black steed, yet trying to ignore the bustling around him like the others. Clearly this man knew how to make a proper statement, riding in like Death himself, with a solid black carriage to match.

When everyone on the island was in eye-sight of what was going on, the procession could begin. The first thing that everyone would see, would be that Winged Leader - arming a few of his men - 6 of them - with thick black horse whips. They would then be used on the people trying to escape, and riot. And then - they would also be used, on the people who should have kept them in-doors. Such a punishment - would be hard to watch.

And this was just the beginning of the fun.

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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by Lurker Sebastian on Mon Jun 30, 2014 9:40 pm

[A petty squabble between Keepers in a crowd - Ill finish coding later btw]

It had only been a few minutes between reaching the house and curfew coming into place for the two brats. Having lost track of time during their wandering through the slums the two of them had sprinted to their keepers house with barely a few minutes to spare. Slamming the door its rotten wood had shuddered, the sound echoing in the small space and immediately drawing unwanted attention from someone that the two feared more than the guards outside.

Florance.

Half an hour of ranting then a brand to the back of the neck had been their punishment for arriving home so late. The yelling had mainly been at ‘Bastian for having been avoiding even coming into contact with his keeper for weeks. The punishments could have been much worse if Florance had decided on it but for today they seemed tame and they simply go away with a quick burn. However ‘Bastian was threatened with the loss of an eye if he attempted to avoid the keeper again. After this growling had ended the two were separated, Matt was made to help with butchering bodies alongside his keeper while ‘Bas was sent off to clean. Not much of either got done. The summons had to be answered immediately, brats in the basement scrambled and fought over scraps of clothing and all tasks were put on hold. All marched out behind Florance, Matt close behind with his clawed hands up to the elbow covered in gore and blood that ‘Bastian was making a petty attempt to wipe off with an already blood soaked cloth he’d been using to attemptedly clean a floor.

Everyone had been dragged out it seemed, even the wealthy like Pegasus stood in the crowd surrounded by a flock of immaculately dressed whores. They stood out like a sore thumb among many of the poorer looking groups such as Florance’s. Florance glared coldly around the gathering, his gaze focusing on Salvation for a moment. He had no love for that mutant man nor he appreciate the disturbance in general. Sure Florance did enjoy watching killings he simply didn’t appreciate them disturbing his own work. The air reeked of unwashed brats - blood and piss. Matt was visibly breathing through his mouth and had pulled ‘Bastian close to breath through his shirt. Matt always hated to admit it but he found his friends scent appealing, something that was coming in handy at this time. Florance’s scruffy white hair made him stand out among his group though much to his displeasure. It drew the attention of Pegasus. Why did it have to be Pegasus. The moment Florance saw the pompous fool wandering over with an eccentric wave he bared his teeth in a sneer. This of course did not stop the approaching man.

”Florance darling~ How are you? Any of my future whores mingling among your filth?” the man coo’d with a grand smile on his face and a skip in his step as he stopped a yard in front of Florance’s group. Side by side Florance’s grubby brats contrasted heavily against Pegasus’.

The sliverette snorted blowing his fringe out of his face. “Yeah perhaps, the failed ones anyway. You lack knowledge of the fundamentals of cloning. If you’re here to tell me to hurry up don’t bother. I have around five ready to get out of the tube that’s it so you can bloody well fuck off.”

Pegasus frowned at the harsh response and promptly looked the shorter man up and down. Disgusting, covered with blood and hair unbrushed he would of loved to convince them to come use his bathhouse at some point but he knew the offer would be turned down. “Why on earth are you covered in blood?”

“Butchering brats.”

“Oh… you enjoy that don’t you? I hope you’re not treating my gift to you too hard along those lines.”

Matt lifted his gaze to his old master, calmly releasing ‘Bastian’s shirt he stepped forward to give small bow in greeting to his previous keeper. Their perfume was a relief from the other scents that filled the air, the smells of the whore him made the blond a tinge homesick. No, Florance was his keeper now, Florance’s home was his home. Not Pegasus’. The moment Florance saw him go to bow however a blow to the back of the neck corrected the action. A slight stumble was answered with his hair being yanked and he was pulled to standing straight again. He could hear ‘Bastian hiss. Protective as always.

“This one right? No, he helps me butcher them.” Florance simply smirked acting as if no response to his actions was going on for a few moments simply in order to address Pegasus but the moment he noticed that the other keepers attention was not on him but on the raven haired brat he personally enjoyed calling ‘cat’ he released the blond to scold the other, “How about you think about how if you had come home a couple minutes earlier you would be hanging up their for show? Hmm? Perhaps I would prefer for you to be up there you do seem to feel the need to act against me.” the white haired fiend had to all in his power to resist poking out those shiny red eyes that glared at him. “Think about the pain on your neck and now imagine it being caused by a noose. Imagine choking while the crowd stares at you."

‘Bastian’s mouth twitched in a sneer for a moment but he felt Matt’s hand close around his wrist and he turned his head away from his keeper. No, this was no time for picking a fight with his keeper.

Pegasus watched the group carefully with a frown, swirling his wine he tutted at Florance before doing the quite insulting thing and addressing Matt as an equal. If Florance was going to act like a feral beast then perhaps it would be more worth off talking to the others. “Well, at least it appears that he is better kept than some of your other brats. Oh Matty-boy, you’re quite filthy. Do come around to use my bath house some time. You certainly cannot pleasure your master whilst reeking of blood.” Pegasus said head tilting to the side and gaze moving between the red eyes brat before going back to their keeper Florance.

“You’ll find, whore master, that I prefer mine splattered with blood. Besides I don’t like to use mine in the way you do. Sex isn’t the first thing that comes to my mind when I see someone lesser than me.” Florance growled his gaze fixed on Pegasus.

"Really, you don't use him for sex? What do you use him for then?"

"Cooking an keeping /that/ in line."

'Bastian's gaze snapped back to his keeper, "Don't refer to me as 'that', I have a name."

"You really want to loose an eye don't you?" Florance snapped back a sadistic grin on his face at the thought.

"My keeper, please ignore him." Matt spoke, keeping his voice low in the hope that the other would not respond harshly.

"Oh you only show him loyalty because you let him bloody fuck you. Fucking whore."
Pegasus sighed taking a long sip of his wine before tapping the now empty glass on Florance's head. "Now, now, let's not fight in public. Let's enjoy this wonderful show Salvation has put on for us." He coo'd cheerfully before making a quick address to the blond that stood at his keepers side, "Well it's good to know that someone has been making the most of all your talents and the gift I so carefully chose was not a waste."

Matt simply nodded not wanting to extend conversation too long or have Pegasus start rambling. He really wanted to speak out that he was not sleeping with his friend, no matter how much his friend wanted it, or how many times they had actually had sex. He'd have to ask 'Bastian for a count on that... Florance's hand grabbed his wrist when the keeper turned away from the situation making a loud demand that they would find their own place in the crowd to stand, away from Pegasus.
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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by Magical Porn Sluts on Wed Jul 02, 2014 2:22 am

They had been servicing the clients when they had been dragged out of the brothel - Judal and Jaffie, that was. Needless to say, they were barely clothes (or, in Jaffie's case, buck-ass nude) as they stood in the crowd, watching as punishment was handed to those that dared to defy.

Judal glanced across the crowd, trying to find their master/Keeper. They had been separated by most due to the ruckus the summoning had caused. Clucking his tongue, the raven turned back to the demonstration when the act had proven to be futile. They would find him soon enough, most likely when they returned afterwards.

Demonstrations such as this always left Jaffie with an unsettling feeling. But alas, there was no say in the matter and he had to just buck up and deal with it. With pity he watched those who were punished, a brow raised over brilliantly green eyes. Wait, was it pity? He wasn't really sure - what was pity again? Maybe it was an entirely different emotion - was it disgust? No, that didn't sound right either. He soon found that he simply just didn't care - those people were just people, nothing more. Nothing 'close' to him. So, the feeling was apathy then? Sure, people dying could be sad, but that was for people you knew, wasn't it?  Whatever. It didn't matter what he felt, he'd have to watch the demonstration anyhow.

"Guess we'll have to continue our bet later."

"Eh?" Jaffie snapped out of his strange - and utterly useless - thoughts, and glanced at the other whore, Judal. A grin spread across his face as he nodded. "Seems that way, huh?"

The raven flashed a smirk at the white-haired male, snorting a bit as he looked ahead of him again. "Maybe next time you won't lose count."

"Same goes for you, heh. Good luck to ya'."

The two males went back to watching the demonstration in silence, both very aware of what awaited them if they even thought about revolt. The spectacle made very clear of what awaited those who rebelled, and the image was burned into their minds.
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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by RA on Wed Jul 02, 2014 9:32 pm

RA had been hiding up in the trees when Cain and Bast were grabbed to be brought out. For a moment, she panicked unsure of what really to do, and decided it was best to come down into the open so she could go to, then to be found hiding out and get punished for it. So, as Cain was being dragged away, she jumped down from the tree, using her wings to soften her fall and landed easily on her feet. She called out to Cain and the others turned, grabbed her and dragged her off with them. Brought to the center to watch the punishment, RA frowned deeply, she didn't like this, didn't like how they were being treated. Yet, at the same time, understood that this was how things worked, whether she like it or not.

Biting her lip, she looked towards the ground and fought to keep her eyes open through this. She was always cautious about getting any sort of punishment, even possibly from something as simple as closing her eyes or trying to turn away from such events. Cain had slipped his hand into hers to help her from freaking out, and she held back in return, thankful he was standing beside her. Bast had stood just behind the two of the kids, a hand on each of their shoulders, standing protectively over the both of them. She didn't like this either, but rules were rules and they were meant to be followed, she had always made sure that she, and anyone she took care of, were extra careful of following the rules. She didn't want them to be made a scene of like this, before everyone.

Cain hated this, but really displayed no emotion. This was how life was, he excepted it, didn't think anything of it. If you were to break the rules, you were to be punished, it was as simple as that. No argument. No forgiveness. You follow the rules, or you die. He was brought up this way, he accepted this way and just did as he was told, when he was told to do it. Not like it was too terrible if you did anyway. At least you always got to walk away with your life. This was, after all, their purpose.

Eventually, RA rose her head to look at the punishments taking course before them and frowned a bit, once again finding it hard to keep her eyes where they were supposed to be. Still though, after a moment, her eyes began to wander and soon enough, she was glancing through the crowd, looking at everyone and everything. Her eyes came across a dark red pair and a shiver ran down her spine. This, man, was looking right at her, directly at her and she didn't understand why. The smirk on this guys face was an indescribable one and she had to force herself to look away, for whatever reason she really didn't like that man.

Picking up the emotion, Bast looked down at RA, then to the man who she was looking at. Her eyes narrowed and a low growl passed her throat. She pulled the two kids closer to herself and flicked her tail in agitation. Rhea only chuckled and looked away, back towards the punishments which were soon coming to end. When it was all said and done, Bast hurried her and the kids away, back to the house. She knew they were far from safe.

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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by Raphiella Blu Azure on Fri Jul 04, 2014 8:44 am

Raphi swallowed hard, and grabbed Mel's hand tightly in the crowd of many. She leaned against him worriedly, and felt him put his arm around her.

"Can you see what's going on?" She would whisper, leaning over to his shoulder.

Melvin would lift his blindfold, and look on. They weren't that far from the whippings, and torment that befell these others. Melvin gave out a slight nod, and seemed to grit his teeth at the sounds of the whips cracking against people's backs. All of which, seemed to bring back some memories, that he'd so carefully forgotten over the years. He didn't know whether to feel sick, or to plan an escape.

"This is fucked up." The spiky-haired male said. "Wonder what they did."

Before the two stood the three matching-haired children, who stood there, in tears. Perhaps they felt bad for the Rebels, or perhaps they were kids from their schooling - Raphiella did not know. She only told them not to misbehave and warned them against ever leaving their Guardian. They would all nod, and then wonder where their Guardian had went - and surely soon, they'd have their answer.

For their Guardian, was of the many - about to get punished.

"Oh shit... Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit..." Raphi said, putting her hands over the youngest's eyes. "Mel! Mel - that's... that's-!"

"Shh, I know. Shut up. Don't say anything." Mel said. He made the other two look away, as they dragged their Guardian out and advertised her to everyone. "So that's why she's not always home.... she was... one of the Rebels. Good fucking Godz..." Mel snarled.

Together they both watched, as the infamous Abomination that was Sal, handed her over to someone - a General High in his Army of men. He instructed the other male to give her proper torment, as she had been one of the many, plotting against the Leaders for years.

"This is so not going to end well for us, if they find out she's our Guardian." Mel muttered. The other three kids whimpered, and covered their faces.

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Re: The Slaves of Angelics (Story/RP)

Post by Kouvelesence Sanguine on Sun Jul 13, 2014 9:06 pm

While some had troubles watching the so-called 'terrible' scene of torment unfold, Kouvelesence could hardly look away. The small male was simply giddy with excitement, watching ever so closely with his rose-hued eyes. Each whip crack sent shivers down his spine; a grin soon found its way upon his face as he stood amid the crowd, engrossed in the wondrous display of punishment that was unfolding right before him.

For a moment, he broke eye contact. And that, of course, had a reason - there were people not paying attention. How dare they - did they not realize that such an event was being held for them? Did they not comprehend that it was because of the actions of those few, that the rest had to bear witness to this glorious display of domination? Using what authority he had - he was, of course, only a probationary leader - Kouu barked at those who shielded their eyes, slapping those who whimpered, and kicking anyone who still continued to look away.

When somewhat satisfied with the crowd - there were a few left, but surely other leaders would take care of them - Kouvelesence turned back to face the display, but soon found his sight to be blocked. Standing at his meager height, it was no surprise that there were those that towered over him in stature. No matter, the pinket simply pushed forward through the crowd, nearing the display area. A front row seat was always preferable, anyways.

The male couldn't help but giggle as a bit of blood from a freshly made whip wound splattered upon his chick. He didn't bother to wipe it away - rather, he wore it proudly upon his face. Or, perhaps, he was just too busy entranced by the delightful sounds and images that were burning their way into his memory.

"Of course, Sir is always the best. He always knows how to deal with the vermin," he muttered to himself, admiring as the orders that had undoubtedly come from Sal, whom he had referred to as 'Sir', were carried out.

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