Demon: The Fallen

[Ravenloft]

My name is Norman Edwards, and I am a greying vietnam veteran. I am also Enumael, the ancient celestial scribe of Babylon's creation myth. If only it were that. I was there, it was true. Now, here I sit, in a sprawling city, called Neu Ye-orc, in a tavern named, apparently for the degenerates that patron it: The Deviant.

I know that this place is really New York, and that the tavern is a bar, because Norman knew, before his moment of weakness, before he died, and let me in... Now, after nearly four thousand years, I walk the earth, free of the cold void of hell. And I want to feel... Everything!

There is a woman looking my way as the deviant's bar tender brings me Norman's favorite drink. Her lips are painted red, and her hair is long and dyed a honey blond, though I know she was not born so, because the fallen angel in me can see through all her masks. She thinks me some easy mark, someone she can fleece of his money, for some cheap night of emotionless sex.

Norman's loneliness magnifies my own, and I find that I crave her, so I turn and give her an inviting smile. She has no idea what I truly am...

 

[sexciprincess]

Elise brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes, she was a very spoiled woman, ever since she was younger she could remember getting anything she wanted without a fight, mainly because she exuded beauty. She got any man that she wanted without a fight.

Now at the age of 21, it was easy for her to attract older men, and sitting in the corner was an older man who looked like her next...victim. She smirked, stood up and walked to him, giving him her brilliant smile.

"You look lonely, mind if I sit with you, keep you company?" Elise asked

 

[Ravenloft]

"Please do, I could do with a bit of cheer, which you seem to have in spades." Norman answered, lifting his gaze slowly from her thighs to her eyes. He could see through her, and into her, and what he saw may well have turned Norman off, but he was more than a hardened old man now, he was a fallen angel.

His eyes lingered on her breasts for the briefest of moments, seeing the black beginings of cancer therein. So small, no mortal would be able to find it.

Finally, meeting her eyes with his own, whispy blue, he smiled back. "Can I buy you a drink?" He asked with the kind of self assurance that came only with age.

 

[sexciprincess]

Elise smiled, "Yes I would love a drink."

Elise was impressed by this man, somewhat, he had an air of confidence which Elise loved, and for an older man he was quite handsome. "I'm Elise by the way." She said, "and you are?"

 

[Ravenloft]

"Elise, that means consecrated to god in french you know. Or, if you like, in greek, God is satisfaction." Enumael said as he motioned for the bar tender. "My name is Norman. Means the same in just about any language... Man from the north, though viking I'm not."

The bartender came up. "What can I get for you?" He asked Enumael. "Yes, the lady here would like a drink." Enumael said, directing his attention back to Elise.

 

[sexciprincess]

"I'll have a strawberry margarita." Elise said to the bartender, then returned her attention to Norman, "No, I didn't know that. How old are you Norman?" she asked, she was trying to make polite conversation and didn't want to seem like one of those prostitutes on the street who hassled a guy to fuck her. She had way more class then that. "I'm 21."

 

[Ravenloft]

"And please use Mi Tierra Añejo, if you keep any in stock, and Elise does not mind." Enumael added before the bartender left. "I am old enough to be your grandfather, actually, fifty-nine. Does that put you off?" He asked as he leaned slightly forward to show that it didn't bother him in the least.

 

[sexciprincess]

"No, it doesn't bother me at all." Elise said with a smirk, "in fact, older men are way more attractive then guys my age." She leaned in closer as well, showing off some of her cleavage. It was a good thing, he didn't know she had breast cancer or else he might've been turned off. "They have alot more...shall we say expierence." She winked at him, then licked her lips.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Its rare, I think, to meet a young lady with such sensibilities as yourself. Most seem to be chasing after some young no talent idol or other, all the while, killing themselves, just to be what the magazines tell them their ideal should be." Enumael casually observed as he gave Elise a knowing look. "Tell me, have you ever been with an older man before?" Enumael asked as he ran the rough pad of his index finger along the lip of his whiskey glass, making it sing ever so softly, resting his eyes upon her breasts again.

The bar tender returned then, with Elise's margarita, which was indeed made with Mi Tierra Añejo tequila, giving it a spicy flavor, with the deep taste of agave and charred oak lingering behind the mask of strawberrry. Enumael looked up into Elise's eyes as he set it before her. "Tell me what you think?" Enumael urged her as he held a hand up for the bar tender to stay a moment.

 

[sexciprincess]

"Yes, I have quite a few times." Elise said, she brushed her honeyblonde hair out of her eyes. She took a sip of the margarita and smiled, "It's very delicious, thank you." She said with a smile. "Would you like some? We could share."

 

[Ravenloft]

"Interesting." Enumael commented on Elise's answer to his question. "They must not have had what you were looking for, though?" He asked as he shifted his attention over to the bar tender. "No thanks, you enjoy your drink, I'll simple have the good bar keep bring us the bottle..." The bar tender paused, giving Enumael a slightly surprised look, discreetly telling him the price of the bottle. Enumael nodded. "Thats fine sir, I can pay." He assured the man, who shrugged and went off to get the bottle.

"Perhaps you would take a shot of it with me?" Enumael asked, returning his full attention back to Elise, casually reaching a hand out to touch her knee. There was something in his touch that spoke of a firm gentleness. Like a sculpter, who could bend clay to his desire, without breaking it of its graceful form.

 

[sexciprincess]

Elise blushed, "No they didn't have anything that satisfied me...for long. Yes, I'd love to take a shot with you." She smiled at him seductively this time and winked. She was very intrigued by this man, there was something unique about him, she couldn't put her finger on it, but she wanted to...oh how she wanted to.

 

[Ravenloft]

"An insatiable woman then, hmm? Well, perhaps tonight you will finally find what you have been longing for?" Enumael asked, returning her smile as he arched a brow. The bar tender returned with the bottle and Enumael asked for two shot glasses, before setting several hundred dollar bills on the counter. He poured the shots for the two of them, sliding Elise's to her as he lifted his in salute.

Without the mask of sugared flavorings, the Mi Tierra Añejo was every bit as spicy and smokey as Enumael had said, and he breathed in deeply, drawing the warm vapors into his lungs after he had swallowed. He lowered his head with a low growl of satisfaction as he kept his eyes upon Elise, eager to see her reaction to the wildly expensive tequilla.

 

[sexciprincess]

Elise downed the shot and nearly choked, "Wow thats strong." She said giving a weak smile. "Maybe I will have what I've been looking for tonight, I hope I do. I mean, I have a good feeling." She gave Norman a confident smile, a smile that she gave all men that she met. "What do you think?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Enumael shared Elise's smile, chuckling softly over how strong the Tequila was. "I think you have found what you've been seeking, all your life, Elise..." Enumael said softly as he rose from his seat, extending her his hand. "If you have the faith to trust in a stranger, that is." He added with a sly grin.

 

[sexciprincess]

"You're lucky, because I am an adventurous person." Elise said accepting his hand as she stood up as well. "Only if you like pamper girls to ultimate extreme." She winked at him and then giggled. "Because I warn you now, I am very spoiled and accept nothing but the best."

 

[Ravenloft]

"Then the best you shall have." Enumael said, still giving her his sly smile. He escorted her out of the bar, handing his keys to a man who dashed off, apparently to bring his car around to them.

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A moment later the valet pulled up in a 62' vette that had been completely redone to give it a rather modern look.

"Your chariot, madam." Enumael said, feeling Norman's pride for the car, and also his humor over what it must represent to the young lady at his side. "I know, it just screams midlife crisis, doesn't it?" He added with a self depricating laugh as he opened the passenger side door for Elise.

 

[sexciprincess]

Elise giggled, "Yeah, it kinda does. Thats okay, you have to feel young somehow right? Well, not only do you have a luscious car but a luscious woman as well." She winked at him and slid into the car, letting her skirt rise a little teasingly.

 

[Ravenloft]

Enumael circled around the car, to th drivers side, and got in. Starting the car, he revved the engine while giving Elise's fine legs an appreciative look. She certainly liked to tease and play games, and Enumael wondered if she would shy away when he finally showed her the real him, tonight. "Take it slowly, old boy." The voice of Norman warned him. "We don't want to scare her away, or worse, have her going and telling everyone what we really are, do we?"

"Mmm, quite..." Enumael said aloud, while focusing on the road. He was taking them to his appartment.

 

[princesssexci]

Elise looked out the window, focusing on her own thoughts. Mainly the fact that she had beginning signs of breast cancer. Would she ever tell Norman? He would find out eventually when she had to get her infected tit removed. She bit her lip, still trying to decide. Of course if she did enjoy his company then and only then would she tell him. No point in telling Norman if they didn't get along to well, she decided.

Finally she focused her attention back on the older man. "So where are we going?"

 

[Ravenloft]

"My home, if you like." Enumael said as he took the last turn before ariving at Norman's spacious appartment. "Pardon, my dear, but I couldn't help but notice that you were lost in thought a moment ago... Is something troubling you?" He asked her, trying to keep his language less flowery than his celestial nature demanded.

 

[princesssexci]

"Um, no not really." Elise lied. She gave Norman a brief smile. "Just wrapped in my own thoughts, its nothing really important." She pushed her blonde hair out of her eyes, then looked at the apartment building which looked lavish on the outside. "Wow, you live here?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Enumael could sense Elise's lie, it was as black a poison as the cancer in her chest. But a couple millenia spent in the cold void of hell had done nothing if not taught him patience. She would tell him in her own time, in her own way. "Yes, its not a grand castle by any means, but for New York, Its pretty nice." Enumael said, pulling into a covered parking shelter across from his appartment. "Wait till you see the inside..." He said with a wink, touching Elise's knee familiarly. "I've built a loft inside, for my bedch- ahem, as my bedroom." He explained as he circled around and opened her door for her, extending his elbow to escort her to the door of his appartment.

 

[princesssexci]

Elise took the elbow and smiled, "Wow, sexy and a gentleman, I'm in for a definate treat." She said with a little smile, and followed him as he led her to the entrance to his apartment. "So what are our plans for this evening? Anything in particular?"

 

[Ravenloft]

"Well, are you hungry? I can make us dinner, do you like italian?" Enumael asked as he unlocked his door and let Elise in. His appartment was uncomonly spacious, due to the fact that he had built a loft area for his bedroom, as well as having no walls to deliniate room from room. Kitchen and Dining area were only deliniated from the casual living space by a thick burgundy carpet, which, in turn, was deliniated from a study area by a massive entertainment system which faced a leather couch. The outer wall that ran along his study was lined with several home made bookcases. And looming above them, in the loft was an antique looking four post bed, like something out of a Charles Dicken's story.