[Oh, now that's a good look on his face. Flushed and yearning, wanting what he thinks he shouldn't be allowed to take. The concern was charming after how hungrily he fed on his earlier, and especially in light of the way he leans in to lap at the wound on his lips.]
[It would be a simply thing to tell him that he was a demon and wouldn't die from blood loss even if he slit his throat entirely. But where was the fun in that? It was far more satisfying to push his limits and see just how far he could make him fall for a little pleasure.]
[...or a lot of it, considering what Mephisto has in mind.]
Fufu... you should be careful not to underestimate me, you know. [He reaches up to yank open his collar further, exposing more of his neck -- and feeling grateful for the dim fire light, hopefully masking the faint outlines of the scars that litter his body beneath his clothes.]
This offer isn't going to be open forever. So why don't you stop talking and put that mouth of yours to better use?
[ Even if Mephisto would to reveal himself to be a demon, Reign would still worry about taking too much. Perhaps he should be ordered to drink, rather than hesitate and worry his little mind about the consequences.
The man was really pushing Reign's limits, testing the vampire's will to hold back. A whimper slipped up upon seeing that wide expanse of skin. Unfortunately, vampires had rather good eyesight, and though Reign could make out the faint scars marring the otherwise pristine skin, he didn't comment on it. ]
I've gathered as much. You look the type of man whose presence children are often warned to stay away from. [ Reign's tone was teasing, playful even. But he soon shut up as he leaned back in, running gloved fingers over the spot where he could feel the jugular. Without another word, Reign closed his mouth around the spot, fangs sinking in as he took his fill of Mephisto's blood, even allowing a few muffled moans to slip out. ]
[Oh, he can't help but laugh at that -- it wasn't exactly untrue, but it made him profession back home all the more funny. But his laugh quickly breaks into a gasp instead, groaning as be feels that same pain-turned, pleasure sensation from the bite of Reign's teeth.]
[But he'll be giving Reign plenty of reason to moan soon, pulling of his gloves and tossing them aside before resting his hands on his hips again. Even through his clothing, Reign is sure to feel just how sharp those nails must be as he draws them up along his sides -- not enough to tear through his clothes, but plenty to give him an idea of what he had in mind right now.]
[He's starting to feel it too, after all -- that heat pooling below his waist as his pants start to feel a bit too tight. This isn't what he expected when they decided to make camp here, but boy, he's not going to complain.]
[ Hearing that groan was a nice ego boost for Reign, who took his time drinking compared to being an almost glutton during the first bite. He didn't think blood could taste the heavenly, even if he knew the other wasn't entirely human. It was hard to pin down, but Reign decided not to think too much about it.
He tensed briefly at the feel of sharp claws, hoping that Mephisto wouldn't tear through them just yet and instead allow Reign to remove his clothes. Those were quite expensive, all right? Made of excellent quality and workmanship. Where else was Reign going to find more clothes of his style, especially when he didn't have much local money on him?
Either way, Reign drank some more before pulling back, already having had his fill. No point over gorging himself. A trail of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth to slid down his chin, the expression he had on his face one that clearly showed how affected he was by Mephisto's blood. His face and neck flushed red, chest heaving as he panted softly. He swallowed before he managed to find his voice. ]
I know we made a deal for this to be a one time offer, but... may I drink from you again in the future? Not often, of course. Just... an occasional snack.
[ Hah, Mephisto being a snack to a vampire. What a tale that will be.
Even though the puncture wound had once again sealed close, Reign pressed a kiss to the spot, as if thanking this stranger for offering something so rare to him. Of course, he was also aware of a particular bulge pressing against his groin, and Reign couldn't help but press closer, grinding their hardness together. ]
[Likewise, by the time Reign pulls back, Mephisto is also looking flushed and breathing heavier. His eyes trail downward as Reign grinds against him, fighting the urge to do so in return as he instead focuses on keeping Reign held close.]
Seeking an arrangement already, hm? Do you always do this sort of thing before even learning a man's name?
[He pulls one hand up to tilt up Reign's face, letting him see and feel those long, dark blue nails of his, seemingly cut into points on the end. #aesthetic.]
Fufu, not that I'm one to talk right now. Mephisto Pheles is my name... and you are?
[And seeing as Riku has kindly volunteered to gather some wood, Mephisto will just let him do all the work! Though he's also watching him, noting how he bends down and picks up the wood without having to feel for it--]
[Okay, he can't just not say something.]
If you don't mind satisfying my curiosity -- just what need do you have for a fire? Surely it'll be just as dark with or without it when you're wearing something like that?
Oh no, not at all! I don't have any plans to be spoiled, after all.
[It's not a complete lie. He doesn't have any master plans or plots for great mischief -- but he does have a few "side projects" he'd like to see to the end. He needs to see more of this world before he can start planning for the greater picture of what his life will look like from now on.]
[Not that he expects Shura to believe him. He could give her every reason in the world to think he meant no harm, and she'd still be waiting with a knife at his neck the moment he slips up. But that's just a part of what made her so interesting.]
But that doesn't mean I want to risk letting you spoil all the fun I've been having.
You see, to most of the people here, I'm a mild-mannered wizard named Faust. Only a handful of people are aware of the name Mephisto Pheles, and far less are aware that I'm a demon. And I'd like to keep it that way.
[The day Shura believes that Mephisto isn't somehow twisting the truth to suit his needs is the day... No, it's not going to happen. No need to pull out some kind of figure of speech for that.
His explanation has her near about to roll her eyes. Okay, so he was going around deceiving some poor humans. Someone more righteous than her might feel inclined to want to stop him or try to protect the humans he's fooling. But frankly, Shura doesn't care. This was that different from home how? Without any strong attachment to many people here, she's not inclined to exert more effort than she has to. If it kept him busy and out of her hair, then so be it.]
Whatever. I'll call you Faust in public if that makes you feel better.
My, you're more agreeable than I thought you'd be! Perhaps I have nothing to worry about after all.
[No, he absolutely still has reason to worry. Shura may not be the sort to allow herself to get close to others, and even now following her Important Haircut™, that's not liable to change overnight--]
[But he's almost positive that Shura might have a few things to say about him sleeping in a 16 year old girl's bed as her pet dog. And Shura is absolutely the kind of person he knows Yona would be drawn to! He has to account for every possibility here!!]
[He turns and tilts up his hat, looking entirely too at ease despite the conversation.]
Ah, but you know... I prefer a bit more security than a simple halfhearted assurance. I wouldn't be opposed to adding a bit of incentive to ensure that you keep your word.
[ Reign chuckled, a little breathless as he nuzzled against Mephisto's hand, a sheepish smile on his lips. His own gloved hands moved to slide around the other's neck, fingers idly toying with the dark locks. ]
Ahaha, looks like I got carried away—[ A lot. ]—a bit.
[ And ooooooh~ That was a good look on the man. It pleased Reign to know that getting bitten and drunk off had affected Mephisto as well. The name was quite a surprise to Reign, though, and it showed on his face. ]
I'm Reign. Reign Fear. Truth be told, I'm not sure how to feel about meeting a demon. Are you the same one in that Faust folklore, or merely share his name, Mr. Mephistopheles?
Ah, so you're familiar with it! I suppose that saves me a bit of explanation, doesn't it?
[Would it be funnier to let him think he's the actual demon from Faust... probably. Of course, it wouldn't exactly be "folklore" for him if that were the case, but with all the variety between worlds around here, anything was possible!]
[Like a guy like this having a fearsome name like "Reign Fear". Either there's one hell of a backstory there, or his parents had very interesting hopes for his future.]
But if you're going to address me like that, Mr. Pheles would be preferable. It's a bit of a mouthful otherwise.
[ She wants to tell him to buzz off and take what she's offering him. She doesn't. It would just be nice to not have to fuss with demons and their deals for a whole ten minutes. He doesn't trust her much either if he feels like he has to bribe her into compliance.]
Just what kind of favor are you offering, huh? Maybe I should just ask for that, a favor when I need one.
[ One that she'd almost rather die than call in, but whatever. ]
[Meanwhile Mephisto will take his time, totally teasing her by making her wait when he knows how much she wants to see what he's going to transform into. And yet... is it strange that he's excited to show her, too? He's trying not to overthink it right now.]
[Leisurely, he walks out of the ship with his arms neatly folded behind his back.]
Hm... it seems we are quite a ways from Wyver. I managed to get a good look while we were still in the air, so we simply need to choose a path to take...
[He's acting like he forgot all about it, but the grin slowly spreading over his face says he's doing this on purpose still.]
[No comment on the whole invested thing -- yes, he's very invested in his fun, but there's more to it than simply that... including things he's not quite ready to admit to himself just yet.]
Hmm, if a simple no-strings-attached favor is all it would take to guarantee your cooperation, then I have no objections. But are you sure you don't want to put a little more thought into it? Opportunities like this don't come up every day.
[He's not really being subtle about dangling that bait in front of her. But he made rather generous offers to Kamiki, Shima, and Okumura-kun, even if the latter still refused. And really, there are plenty of things he'd be willing to give, concessions he'd be willing to take, if it meant having something to hold over Shura's head should she break their agreement.]
If I had my way, I wouldn't be bargainin' with ya in the first place.
[She holds her hands up in a shrug.]
That's the best you're gonna get outta me. I know you ain't offerin' out of the sheer goodness of your heart. If I let it slip after acceptin' something big, I'm the one in trouble.
[And the last time she broke an agreement with a demon, it nearly killed her and some of the kids trying to save her. This wasn't on the same level, but still. She could agree to tit for tat, but nothing more.]
Oh, you'd be in trouble regardless of what you receive in turn!
[He says this like it's supposed to be comforting?? But it's pretty well implied. He wouldn't make an offer for a deal at all if he didn't want to make sure she kept quiet. And while it'd certainly be easier to simply silence her all together, for the time being, she's more useful alive and somewhat on his side.]
I was merely hoping to make something of a peace offering between us. I like to think I've been rather generous as of late... after all, Shima-kun and Kamiki-san both put what I offered them to good use, even if the latter has been voided with her return to stasis.
[More casual mentions of things he probably should have brought up before...??]
Ah, spells like your little floating trick? It sounds very useful indeed.
[Even if it didn't really come in use for him here. Heh.]
Are such things common where you come from? It seems the number of those who come from worlds bearing magic and those that don't is rather evenly split among the refugees.
Fufu, very well! Now be a good boy and hold still.
[Because it's hard enough trying to aim for where to get this thing so he kills it nice and fast without having to deal with Prompto flailing around!]
[The serpent jumps higher and higher, each time Promto being brought down lower -- and then jerked back up into the air, like some kind of bizarre cat toy. But eventually, the beast jumps high enough, mouth open--]
[And bites!! Prompto's boot!!!]
[...but those razor-sharp rows of teeth don't sink in. It only bites just enough to hang there grossly, before it's spontaneously sliced in mid-air by nothing, lopping off the head and sectioning up the body like fresh sashimi.]
[So unless Prompto kicks it off, he's got a scary fish head for a boot now.]
[He covers his mouth as he snickers and laughs, clearly making a strong effort not to cackle at Lance's expense -- even though he really really wants to. But he's "Faust" right now, so he has to show at least some restraint.]
[Oddly enough, the little dragons seemingly don't pay him any mind, harmlessly fluttering around him but never getting very close... which has far more to do with his wn powers repelling them as they try to than anything. Not that it'll be very apparent that that's the case.]
Oh, my! I don't think they appreciated that! Perhaps we would have been better off shooing them away first?
[Of course, true insult to injury is this: the berry may start sweet, but seeing as the dragon's personalities do tend to reflect the flavor of the berry, it has a sharp, bitter aftertaste that'll leave his mouth coated with a chalky dryness.]
[She was always in trouble with someone or other. That was part of why she was so good at her job--she did what she needed to do, regardless of whether or not it was against some rule or guideline she was given. But she had also almost always gone along with Mephisto's orders when he gave them to her directly, especially when he decided to remind her that she was pressing her luck a little bit too far.]
Did they?
[Damn it. She doesn't like the sound of that, but what could she do now that they had already made the agreement? Then again, Shima had already agreed to be Mephisto's man, so it wasn't a surprise to hear that. But what had he offered Kamiki that could tempt her? If she thought she could get exactly what she wanted out of him, she might try that. But he already deflected her questions about Yukio; she doesn't think he'll be that willing to let either Rin or Yukio go so easily, even if they weren't as valuable to him.]
I guess I should ask--what exactly do you want me to do? Since you're tryin' to be so generous, I hafta assume that it's not as easy as avoiding the d-word.
[He's surprised she doesn't ask, but he's sure it's not that she doesn't want to know. Really, it's debatable whether she'd even believe him about the agreement he made with Izumo. But the one with Shima, heck, she could probably ask the boy himself and get an answer.]
Hmm... I suppose if I were to choose an ideal situation, then I would have you act accordingly based on how a person knows me. Really, it's not all that different from back home.
As Faust, I'm more or less how I presented myself in Assiah among humans -- though with the little addition of being a famous wizard, seeing as there's no need to hide my powers in a world already filled with magic.
But anyone who knows me as Mephisto is already someone who knows of my true nature, be it that I'm a demon, or simply not a very nice person. [UNDERSTATEMENT.]
There are a few exceptions of course... such as those who know me as Faust, but are aware of "Mephisto" as a separate person, a certain young lady who knows me as Mephisto but is unaware that I am a demon, and a very select few who know all about my little game here.
Naturally, the exceptions are the ones I'd want you to be the most careful around. But generally speaking-- as long as you only speak ill of "Mephisto" and leave "Faust" alone, we shouldn't have any problems.
[...and really, he might even encourage her to badmouth him as Mephisto, if only because that's the sort of reputation he's having fun building under that name.]
[this all sounds pretty gross. Mephisto was having a ball here in this new land, wasn't he?]
Are you gonna give me specifics on the exceptions, or do I get to guess and hope for the best?
[Wouldn't it just be easiest to pretend she didn't know him at all besides in passing? Ugh, he better not expect her to corroborate any of his stories...]
It isn't common knowledge if that's what you mean. But there are magicians, fairies, demons and angels and all of that stupid nonsense. Really, it's a bit bothersome I can handle most of this-[He gestured around them]-far better than that sort of thing.
Oh? Not up for a little challenge? Just how often do you think I'll even come up in your conversations?
[Unless she specifically calls him out by name, it shouldn't really be an issue -- and as long as she sticks to Faust, it's the easier of the two identities to explain away should she use it in front of the wrong person.]
[But even so, he needed to cover his bases here, just in case.]
Ah, but there is one person I'm not taking any risks with. She's quite vital to my plans for pacifying Lucifer when he eventually awakens from stasis -- and I think we can both agree that it would be unfortunate if she were given a reason to think that I am untrustworthy.
[He's making this sound a lot more sinister than it really is... but that's just how he rolls with Shura tbh. Honestly, there's a part of him that would like to see how Mipha might react to someone attempting to smear his reputation. He likes to think he's managed to gain her trust pretty thoroughly by now.]
Thankfully, her appearance is rather unique. She's of an aquatic species, and looks rather similar to a naiad given a solid form.
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