Mark of The Demon

Love and Hormones (+16)

 Fayeline watched in shock and surprise as the forest bent and warped into a legitimate alter-room, of almost ancient means. This would be hard to deny and hide. She only hoped no one ventured too far into her estates now. She instead focused on his words and crept closer to the demon.

"Yes, that does clear a lot up for me. There seemed to have been misconceptions." She sighed. "I stand by my first wish. I would like you to act as my husband in our time together."

She took a breath, steadying her mind to clear her head and thoughts. Righting the words in her head. If he was like a genie she had to be specific. 

"I wish for you to be a 'true to name' husband for me during our time in the contract; that you act as a loving and kind husband, thus giving me a real authentic experience of being your wife, until such time that we complete all the wishes and you are freed from me and consume my soul." She finished then breathed. "Heh, I guess that would be the final consummation? I used to think 'consummation' was a husbands and wives first meal. It seems a silly mistake now. So obviously wrong." She then stood and dusted her long skirts off.

"Does that work? Did I do it right?" She asked, offering her hand to him. Ready to 'sign' this metaphysical contract.

The brightness of his eyes intensified. As her words fell on his ears, he gave a sharp intake of breath, a sudden exhalation, and then he stood, his grin positively wide. No words left him, he only approached her, ignoring the offered hand. His own right hand outstretched to cup her cheek. He closed the distance, lips parted, and when he was only millimeters from her, he stopped, the scent of dark chocolate intensified. Their gaze met, and then from him waves of magic poured, a shockwave of black energy altering the world as she knew it. A simple alteration, and- he set things in motion. Oh, he had plans for this girl.

"The contract is sealed."

His lips pressed into hers, the hand on her cheek moving to clasp over the right side of her neck. And then, he marked her, black magic etching their combined sigils onto the epidermis of her skin. A tattoo she would wear for the rest of her life. Obvious, yes, but that would only strengthen the bond. It lasted only a moment and only felt like a pinprick, but when he pulled back there was something ... different. He seemed more physical, more real, his outline solid. A quick look up and down would confirm this; his feet were solidly planted on the ground now and made noise as he shifted. For his part, Shiwa looked surprised.

"So this is what a physical body feels like ..."

He looked at his hands, stretching and flexing the long, delicate fingers curiously. He had never held a physical body in any previous contract Most preferred a friend on the otherside. He lingered on the mark on his palm, tracing the lines with his fingers, but then he clapped his hands. 

"First wish shall be granted. First ..."

Melding from shadow and fire, the wolf from before appeared. Seeing her, it growled, but Shiwa put a hand on its head, calming it. Yellow eyes turned upwards to its master, and her dark-haired husband leaned in, whispering in its ear. What could only be described as a wolfish grin spread across its face and it burst off again, jumping through the open window and off into the night.

"Now. Are we moving into your place or shall I carve a place for us in this earth, fiance of mine?"

Fayaline felt the kiss and even though it wasn't solid it made her heart and head spin. She wanted to press into the kiss. She had only been kissed once before. It had been nothing like that. At her wedding, her husband had lifted the veil off her young face and pressed a wet, oddly cold, fuzzy, bearded set of lips into hers. Leaving her feeling more than a bit sickened she had been 15 and he 25. Her father calling it a good match. She could still remember the beautiful and pale haired girl sitting in her uncle's lap, clapping so exuberantly at her freedom's funeral. It was the kindling to her hate of Sapphire. She got to sit in her dad's lap and watch her burn. All while smiling like Fayeline should be happy.

This kiss left her wishing, and oh-so wanting, for it to be kept going. She wanted to make a bed from those soft feeling lips. The pin prick sensation made her start yet, not pull away. She only really felt the stinging as he pulled away from her. She placed a hand over her neck and rubbed the sensitive skin. It felt so weird. She looked up at Shiwa, seeing his wolf, and she couldn't help but frown at it. That rabbit was the first farm animal she ever wanted to take care of. It was such a beautiful thing and well behaved. Well... if it wasn't for him she wouldn't have had the courage to perform the act and meet her new future husband. 

She let her hand fall and the mark of them combined was visible though she was blind to it. She knew that at least it would be easy to cover and hide when needed. The visibility of it might make the bond stronger. He would know her location, always, and she would never be able to escape now…

She sighed. 

"I would like to keep my property and grow it. It was inherited from my mother. When she died birthing me, my father became the head of the family. When he died I took over. My husband has no interest in my property as such he cut off the money he used to give my father to maintain the lands. Thorne-Wood is blood inherited, as I am childless the lands have no one else to care for them. Marc Anthony is not interest in children either so it has become an issue." She sighed again. "I would like to keep them and just make it better, it once was a summer palace, before the French Royalty was cast off. Then it was degraded. Turning into farmlands and the country estates of Sinclair. However with no funds the lands have rotted. I am a poor farmer so it is even worse off. If I ever have a child they won't have anything worth inheriting."

"That can be done, rather easily. Come along, love of mine." His casual words making her blush and look a bit confused.

This was strange. The words were sincere and came as easily as breathing; the Wish, he realized with a start, altered more than just the world, but him as well. The physical body he expected, but not the flood of emotions and feelings that came with it. Just looking at her sent a rush of a ... strange feeling, like warm butter flooding his veins. He delved deeper, and he was surprised this was, by all definitions, love. How strange, it's certainly not something demons ever experienced properly. Suppose the wishes magic thought he could not fulfill his role as her husband properly if he lacked these feelings and sensations.

He slipped his hand into hers, throwing her a quick smile, one that he was just as surprised to find was genuine. Warmth flooded him as his slim fingers wrapped around her much-smaller hand. With a tug, he directed her to walk. The door, inscribed with the sigil on the palm of his hand and on her right eye, opened without the need to touch it. As they walked out, a wave of his hand hid the Shrine from sight; it wouldn't do for a common folk to find this place. They slipped through the forest like a couple of young lovers, Shiwa of course knowing where exactly her property is. And he didn't let go of her hand until he reached the edge of her land.

At that point, Shiwa whistled under his breath. "My, my. Good thing I came when I did." The walk across her property was slow and purposeful, meandering, Shiwa taking in every sight he could and fixing it. The slipshod fencing around the animal pens? A wave of his hand and it was replaced by an immaculate stone fence with magical lamps. The animals themselves, underfed and thirsty? Restored to full health, plump as dinner sows, their troughs and bowls full with food. In particular, he focused on the lawn; a wave of grass rolled over the lawn, replacing what was there with a darker, greener variety. Around the paths, flowers sprung, each a different color and as beautiful as a star plucked from the sky. 

"That should do it for the grounds. Let us see what damage you did to the house, shall we?"

As they walked Faye felt a great sense of relief. He fixed all the things that she couldn't or didn't wish to bother with. She also greatly enjoyed his hand against hers. It felt like paradise. She never knew anyone to ever make their wife or fiancee feel that way. It was always forced, never passionate. Growing up she was taught that only adultery was passionate. As implied by the name. This *was* technically an adulterous action. So maybe it was just so.

"Damage?" She said and started. She put her hands on her hips. "There isn't! …" Her thoughts drifted to the clustered ruins beyond those doors." … Fine, let's go inside." She led him into her home, all while feeling like a cheating wife, letting a man into her home at night while her husband was away. It felt perverted. She was inclined to say she liked it. 

"This is my home." She offered. Then turned on the light by reaching over to the left and pushing a button. A large bulb stuck out from a metal holder on the wall. When she pushed it. Bright lights flicked on throughout the house. Many bulbs hooked into walls. Said lights revealed a house filled with papers, books, drawings, and electronic gadgets, many that looked very crazy and nonsensical. It seemed his bride was a scientist by practice. On a chair was a metal doll laying in a chair. It was ugly and exposed. With a pair of truly demonic looking metal wire fingers sticking out every which way.

Faye unbuttoned her jacket and then tossed it on the metal doll. Who almost looked more creepy being half covered. She then walked through the house that had only thin walkways to the back. 

"Here's my room. It is the master room. It overlooks the front yard, I choose it because..." She paused and blushed, not finishing her sentence. He didn't need to know why she had chosen this room. 

The bed was cluttered and had an edge available with a sliver of pillow usable. She sat here, the pile of stuff at herside was all wires, nails, screws, plastic hunks, and smaller contraptions. She sat beside it all, looking over her mess. What would he be thinking? Would he be judgemental of her strange way of life? Would he tjink her a hopeless mess? The buttons of her dress ran all the way to her thighs. This was the next thing she noticed. She felt that maybe it was a bit s****l now. Thinking about how it drew attention to the wrong places on her body.

"Oh, my, this is interesting."

Despite his words being quite underwhelming, interest welled inside in until he could barely contain himself. Still, he had to maintain some form of decorum. It was with patient fingers he traced the curve of the light fixture, jerking his hand back at the sudden, lancing pain. It was hot! How interesting! He could hear the hum of energy running through it! Was this made with electricity ...? Very interesting. He hadn't seen electricity before. He knew she hadn't invented it yet she was certainly mastering the element.

"Well, you're quite the genius, aren't you? Technology certainly has progressed quite far since my time. This is ... almost like magic, but it's not. It's incredible."

He sat on the corner of her bed, entwining his fingers behind his head, and looked around the room. Quite a bit of things here to take in, but most importantly was her. She looked beautiful in her dress, a thought that surprised him because, you see normally, humans disgusted him. Their soft, squishy flesh was typically something that never caused an interest, but now thinking about her soft flesh sent a warm flush down his gut. He stood again, slowly walking towards her, tracing a finger across the edge of the bed, until suddenly he was in between her legs, pushing her down  into the bed.

"You know ..." He whispered in her ear, ivory teeth grazing her neck. "If we are to be husband and wife, … we should consummate our marriage. Even now, my servant is ... lets call it 'performing an annulment.'"

Faye looked at the man at the foot of her bed. He was so handsome and as he turned to look at her she felt her body immediately respond... She remembered all of Mark Antony's mean comments and felt an odd mix of discouragement and joy. He was not like Mark Anthony or... Was he? Was only the wish making him interested in her? She had always been called bad. They claimed she was sinful, prideful, spiteful, and of course what kept her from playing with the other girls all her life. "A Bad Influence." Ha well. Guess they were right. She made a damn contract with a demon. That was pretty sinful and prideful, her reasoning was spiteful, and even she would admit she was a bad influence now. So lost in her mind she missed the movements of the man.

Suddenly there he was, wearing a very dark and mischievous look on his face whilst he pushed her down and climbed in between her legs. Meeting his dark eyes and gothic face she felt her breath disappear like it had never existed. She felt the wires of an invention dig into her back. It was oddly pleasurable when a beautiful man was nestled into her forbidden zone. He leaned over her pushing the wires harder into her flesh and earning a tiny confused whine, he moved his teeth against her neck settling over the mark she barred there. Her body immediately began bending to his will. She let her hands shakily move up his arms and settle on his back pulling him closer. The feeling his body on hers made her system seem to catch on fire and making her mouth go dry. 

"Sh-should-shouldn't we get married first?" She asked a bit lost in the feeling. Logically she knew he wouldn't care. What were they trying to save? Her soul. Ha. But even with fire in her veins she was inquisitive and curious for answers.

"Hmmm??" Came his husky voice deep in the warmth of her neck. 

Her body pressed into him and emotions flooded through him, tightening his pants and twisting his thoughts. Logically, she was right, that was the only way it would be classified as legitimate, even if it was her second marriage. But emotions rarely listened to logic. Even as he told himself to wait and she asked her timely question, he slid his legs apart, effectively parting her thighs around him as surely as if she had done it herself. He felt her pulse jump under his lips it was quite delectable.

"You ... are quite correct." His teeth grazed her neck again, once more letting emotion guide him, before he finally pulled back. He waved his hand, already setting things in motion. 

"We shall do that soon, then." He said reining in his control again. Human hormones are quite powerful, weren't they?

Faye gasped her heart pounded in her chest and her breath coming in ragged and unseemly. His effect on her couldn't be natural. She sat up and let her heart beat a bit slower. Only then did she nod at him confirmationally.

"What of my husband? Marc Antony? I am bound until he is gone. How are you  annulling our marriage? I would love to know. Can I tell my cousin of our engagement or should I wait? I want her to know that I have found love and she has not. Why, she possibly won't ever!" She said and hmphed. If his effect on her meant anything she knew it meant she could lord him over sapphire. She had PASSION.  

"She always gets everything but, I can win this game." She said spitefully. "I bet she's still engaged to the tiny boy Kichiro from Japan. That was her father's intent, after. He is but a baby on her and as such, she should be thoroughly miserable in her marriage! Just as I have been." She finished then blushed looking at Shiwa. Would he think less of her for these words? "Sorry." She mumbled. He watched letting her speak her mind then hummed out.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but does death not annul a marriage? I thought for sure that was the case." 

If it wasn't he'd have to revise his plans. If they were still married after his death, that would put a serious damper on his plans. Still, with his magic, nothing was impossible, particularly as, since it was a Wish, there were no restrictions on what he could do.

"Currently, my servant is hunting him. He'll be dead before he returns home."

The comments about her cousin made him laugh though. He shook his head as he crawled the rest of the way off her.

"So competitive. Of course I'll help you with that, no matter what you want. I ... love you. Hmm. How odd that that's true." He mused and looked down at the girl.

Fayeline looked up at him the words making her flush a deep red. H-he loved her?