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[open-ish] pain is supposed to heal with time
Who: Reign Fear (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
eaudevamp) & Friends/Anyone
What: Hostage/rescue aftermath
When: 24th onwards
Where: His home, the Institute, Thesa Station, Shades Darker
Warning(s): Sad vampire, mentions of death, self-inflicted pain/BDSM, possible smut?
[ It had been a few days since the hostages were rescued, but Reign didn't feel like he'd achieved much despite managing to save them with the help of other rescuers. It was a combined effort that should have been a success, but the group Reign was in didn't quite manage so. They had guessed the wrong location, and thus lost precious time to find the correct place. But that was done now, and the extremists either escaped or were killed/apprehended, Reign didn't care.
No, he truly did care, but he found it hard to actually do so when some of his friends had ended up as hostages. That, he could deal with, but not death. It was a strange and unfamiliar situation for him to face, and thus it hit him harder than he expected.
For the next few days, Reign lived his life almost like a literally zombie, looking like an undead (though he really wasn't). He mostly shut himself up in his home, spending a bit of time with his pet giraffe, Scorch, or dabbling in his perfume research and creation in an attempt to get his mind off the pain eating into him. Sometimes he replied to messages sent to him, other times they went ignored. And yet life still must go on, so Reign returned to the Institute to work, sometimes stopping by to look into a particular office in the hopes of seeing a certain demon. But it wasn't enough.
So when travelling up to Thesa Station was finally available, Reign headed straight for the pods, standing or sitting in front of one pod containing a blond man. Anyone who noticed would either see him crying, whether silently or wailing his heart out, or mumbling and telling his friend about the events that had occurred. However, the pain didn't lessen, and so at night, Reign would go to Shades Darker for a special event, a night meant for patrons to partake in some BDSM play in one of the backrooms decorated in a dungeon setting. He allowed himself to be blindfolded, his wrists bounded to chains hanging from the ceiling, shirtless and displaying strips of red welts from an earlier session. At least this kind of pain would numb him, even if only for a while. Who's next? ]
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eaudevamp) & Friends/AnyoneWhat: Hostage/rescue aftermath
When: 24th onwards
Where: His home, the Institute, Thesa Station, Shades Darker
Warning(s): Sad vampire, mentions of death, self-inflicted pain/BDSM, possible smut?
[ It had been a few days since the hostages were rescued, but Reign didn't feel like he'd achieved much despite managing to save them with the help of other rescuers. It was a combined effort that should have been a success, but the group Reign was in didn't quite manage so. They had guessed the wrong location, and thus lost precious time to find the correct place. But that was done now, and the extremists either escaped or were killed/apprehended, Reign didn't care.
No, he truly did care, but he found it hard to actually do so when some of his friends had ended up as hostages. That, he could deal with, but not death. It was a strange and unfamiliar situation for him to face, and thus it hit him harder than he expected.
For the next few days, Reign lived his life almost like a literally zombie, looking like an undead (though he really wasn't). He mostly shut himself up in his home, spending a bit of time with his pet giraffe, Scorch, or dabbling in his perfume research and creation in an attempt to get his mind off the pain eating into him. Sometimes he replied to messages sent to him, other times they went ignored. And yet life still must go on, so Reign returned to the Institute to work, sometimes stopping by to look into a particular office in the hopes of seeing a certain demon. But it wasn't enough.
So when travelling up to Thesa Station was finally available, Reign headed straight for the pods, standing or sitting in front of one pod containing a blond man. Anyone who noticed would either see him crying, whether silently or wailing his heart out, or mumbling and telling his friend about the events that had occurred. However, the pain didn't lessen, and so at night, Reign would go to Shades Darker for a special event, a night meant for patrons to partake in some BDSM play in one of the backrooms decorated in a dungeon setting. He allowed himself to be blindfolded, his wrists bounded to chains hanging from the ceiling, shirtless and displaying strips of red welts from an earlier session. At least this kind of pain would numb him, even if only for a while. Who's next? ]
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My true name is Samael. I'm one of the eight demon kings known collectively as the Ba'al, who rule over our respective elements in our home realm of Gehenna. Before coming here, I was considered the King of Time -- and with the mere snap of my fingers, time itself would bend to my command.
[There's a reason he's developed such an ego over the years -- even without his full powers, that cockiness remains... or at least it did. Normally, he'd be telling all of this with a bit more bravado, with a powerful noted sense of pride. But right now, he's a bit more subdued, muted. The pride is there and carries in his smile, but there's a certain sense of melancholy underneath his words.]
[He's no king of time anymore, after all.]
Naturally, I'd prefer that you continue to address me as Mephisto in the company of others -- or Faust, as necessary. But when we're alone, feel free to call me whatever you'd like.
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Hearing Mephisto —Samael— talk about himself was an eye-opener, realising how powerful Mephisto truly could be if he so wished to display his powers. It was a lot to take in, and it was actually a bit surprising to Reign to see how... almost humble, Mephisto seemed when he spoke.
Though considering what happened recently, that made sense. ]
Of course! Your secret is safe with me! [ Reign replied with conviction, then a beat later, in a softer voice: ] ...Samael. [ Oh god, just saying Mephisto's true name felt like such an intimate thing that Reign felt his cheeks turn pink and his heart to pound in his chest. ]
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[He could have told him months ago, after all. He's trusted Reign for a good while now.]
[He leans back in his chair and covers his mouth as he lets out a yawn, the tea already starting to take effect.]
And on that note... do you suppose I could trouble you for a favor?
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Nonetheless, thank you, for telling me.
[ Reign nodded as he got off the table, ready to do Mephisto's bidding. ]
Of course, what can I do?
[ Should he get a blanket for Mephisto? Maybe something to feed the demon's umbrella-bat familiar? Anyway, do they eat? What do they eat? ]
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[...only to reappear as a dog again, hopping up from the ground and onto the desk -- a-and struggling for half a second to pull himself up when he only just catches the ledge, d'aww. Once up, he wordlessly walks across the desk, and the hops down into Reign's lap.]
[And then curls up. And closes his eyes.]
...now stay by my side while I sleep.
[It might seem like a silly request, especially with Mephisto in this form. But it's also a major sign of just how much he's come to trust Reign. There was only a handful of other people he's ever willingly slept around, after all -- ignoring all the times he was just pretending to sleep, of course.]
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He panicked for a few moments when Mephisto disappeared, then sighing in relief upon seeing the demon's dog form. He shouldn't laugh at the way Mephisto struggled to climb onto the desk, so instead he bit his lower lip.
Even though Reign now had an idea as to what Mephisto planned to do, he still couldn't help smiling stupidly at how adorable the other was once he curled up on his lap to sleep. ]
I'll stay as long as you want.
[ Who would have thought that Mephisto could be so cute like this. Reign ran his fingers through those soft furs, giving the demon's ear a brief scratch before settling his palm over the other's body.
Mephisto wasn't the only one stealing a bit of nap time, because Reign would soon join him. This entire event had been exhausting, and only now did Reign truly felt relaxed. ]