John sat quietly in his living room holding a wine glass filled with a deep red wine. Taking a sip, he looked out the row of windoes. He wondered where his slave was. He had ordered him hours ago and the hour delivery time had long since passed. Sighing, he looked down at the red wine before taking another sip. His patience was growning thin and he was ready to  have dinner.

A rather stylish car drove up to John's home, there were sounds of people getting out, and soon a polite knock followed on the door. Arkel stood waiting with a couple of demons who were in charge of his delivery. This was going to be part of his punishment was it? Being owned by some stranger who had no inkling of the Legion. It did offer interesting opportunities for escape though.

All of this ran through his head quickly, then he was being prodded forward by one of his former comrades. The pale demon snarled at him but moved as directed. He noticed that he was unbound, which meant they expected him to be obedient, or the new owner was powerful. Or they were trying to make him an assassin without knowing it. He shrugged and waited for the door to open.

John, hearing a knock at the door rose from his plush seat. walking with his glass of wine, he took another sip as he opened the door. "About time." he said as he looked to the men who held his slave. "You are late." He informed before moving out of the way. "Come in Arkel." He said, his voice as smooth as velvet. "You are probably hungry, you might want a shower as well." he seemed polite and civil though his aura radiated power. "You may go." he said, looking to the guards.

The demons gave the man opening the door a calculating look, then chose to back off. Arkel stood his ground and looked the man straight in the eye, his deep blue gaze not wavering for a second. Then he shrugged and entered the room, and took in all its sights within a few seconds. The other demons left, some of them smirking a little, the point was to make sure Arkel's life became as uncomfortable as possible, and though the man's civil tones had disappointed them, his aura certainly did not.

He had to be cautious with this one, but he was not about to bow his head to anyone except the Devil himself. And he broke even those rules. ... That was why this was all happening of course. "I think we need to get something right from the start. I am not a slave, I'm a demon. Treat me as a slave and you'll regret it."

Chuckling, John walked up to him backing him against a wall. His hands on either side of Arkel's head. "I think you need to get something right from the start." He said, his voice dripping with venom. "You may think that because you are a demon you are able to push me around, but trust me, you are not the first demon to live in this house." His face slowly got closer until his lips were only millimeters from his. "You will do exacly as I say or you will wish you were back in hell." He smiled.

If Arkel was fazed, he did not show it. Instead, he let the man speak and watched his face with some interest, then smirked at the last comment, showing fangs that were somewhat stunted by cruel filing. They grew back, but the scraping of metal against the tip caused a lot of discomfort and that's what counted for his punishment.

"I wish I could go back to Hell," he retorted, and meant it. Then he leaned closer and kissed his owner on the lips, licking them in mockery as he did so before pulling back again to lean against the wall. "Good wine."

"Every demon is different, you might find me more of a handful than you counted on." Arkel was not too sure about this last bit, but confidence counted in these situations. He needed blood, but he had forsworn it since he betrayed the Legion.

John laughed slightly as he looked at him, unphased by the kiss. "Well, at least I know I won't have to worry about getting into that tight ass of yours." He teased as he pushed off the wall. "Well, lets to get some food, We'll see how this works. Woud you like some wine?" he asked, brushing off his comments. Licking his lips, he took another sip of his own wine. "So come on." He said, nodding towards the kitchen door.

He waited, letting him walk in front of him before he began to walk. He wasn't going to give him a change to stab him in the back.

The demon stood for a moment, but walked as directed when he decided the tone was one of courtesy rather than command and following the order that he wanted to in the first place would not put his pride under any question. He was hungry, they rarely gave him food in the demon den he was kept in for a while, and the wine had the tantalizing color of blood.

He shook his head but walked into the kitchen. He didn't like having the man behind him, but knew the reason he was walking in front was for the same point. "What did you buy a demon slave for? Humans are much easier to order around."

"Human's might be easier to control but what's the fun in controling someone completely?" He asked with a chuckle. "Go ahead and take a seat. "You like chicken?" He asked as he pulled a roasted chicken from the oven. Placing it on the table, he moved to pour a second glass of red wine. Placing it on the table for him, he took a seat. "So, why are you being punished?" He asked, looking at him curiously as he placed some chicken on their plates.

Arkel gave the answer due consideration, then sat down before answering. "Well, they are less likely to stab you in the back for one." Then he merely nodded at the mention of chicken. It was a while since his last meal, and the last time he had touched meat was too long ago to remember. He took a sip of the wine as it was placed next to him, savoring the taste slowly.

Then he froze at the next question. "That," he said slowly, placing the glass on the table again. "Was the wrong sort of question. Let us just say I broke a few rules, stepped on a few toes. That sort of thing. In Hell they take that seriously. And they do mean eternal damnation when they say it."

This might be fine after all, despite the man's earlier proclamation, he did not seem to be all that hard an owner to keep happy. If Arkel played his cards right, this stay could be more pleasant than with his demon companions by far. "So what do I call you?"

As he listened to his answer he chuckled softly, taking another sip of his wine. "I see. So you pissed off the big man." He smiled before placing his wine down. "Well, lets just hope you don't need your fangs filed down more. They look quite nice on you." he smiled playfully.

Hearing his question, he thought for a moment. "Well, I doubt you'll call me Master without putting up a fight, so lets try sir." He said. "Does that sound resonable?" he asked.

Taking a bite of the chicken he smiled. "So, tell me about yourself." he said simply. "What kinds of things do you like?"

Arkel took a small piece of chicken with his fingers, his other hand tapped against the table as he considered the compromise. He popped the meat in his mouth and chewed carefully. "Your name would be better."

Demons liked names, names gave one power over mortals.

He sat back and drank more wine, watching the man with a calculating gaze as they chatted. "I don't really know what I like now. As a demon I quite enjoyed torturing people. That was my profession really."

Arkel lowered the glass with a smirk. "I could demonstrate if you'd like. Sir."

The title was dripping with sarcasm as he used it.

He chuckled slightly. "I'm not dumb Arkel." He said simply as he smiled.  "Lets see, how about you just call me John." he said simply. His eyes hiding what ever he was thinking. "I don't think I need a demonstration. That's something we'll leave till we go to bed." He said with a playful wink.  Leaning back in his chair, he took another sip of wine. "We'll have to figure out what else you like. YOu have to like something besides that." He said simply. "How's the chicken?" he asked softly.

"John," The demon said it a few times to get around the word, then he nodded. It made him feel a bit uncomfortable, biblical names always did. He momentarily regretted not sticking with the sir, but he didn't like the hints about a change of expectations when they went to bed.

"I liked playing games with humans. I liked drinking blood, and having sex. That..." He considered his options then went on with a shrug. "These days I'm not sure I'd like half of my old activities."

"The chicken is good, as is the wine." He took some more food, trying not to look like he was eating quickly. The man made him curious. His manner was all laid back, which in itself was strange in the presence of a demon. The other part was the aura he had given off... It was confusing, and Arkel had half a mind to simply overpower him then and there and make good his escape.

Chuckling, he saw the flash of emotions change on his face at the mention of bed. "I only have one bed." He said simply before taking some more chicken. "Eat as much as you like, there is plenty." He smiled. "Well, sex it always fun, and play all the games you want on me, they wont phase me." He said. "I have seen it all." He chuckled to himself.

Standing once he was finished with his food, he placed his dish in the sink before refilling his glass. "Would you like some more wine?" He asked gently, looking over at him. He ran his fingers through his silver hair while he watched him. He was curious about the man.

A little indignant at the chuckle and the mention of food, Arkel pushed his plate away. He had managed to empty both that and his glass in the time it took to chat. He stood cautiously and waved his hand. There was a strange sound, as if air had disappeared from a small pocket of the room and more air was rushing in to fill the space. Then his and John's plates were both clean and sitting beside the sink.

"It is handy being a demon. Unlike most of my kin, I dislike mess." He walked forward and put his hand to his owner's shoulder, running a cold fingertip along the neck. "You can't walk behind me forever, John."

"I could walk away from here, your money could be returned after I have my revenge on my fellow... 'countrymen'." He grinned mirthlessly. It would be a suicidal attempt, he was much weakened by the brand on his back and the lack of blood, but damned if he was going to spend the rest of his life as a slave.

To be fair, Arkel did have to admit a part of him had always liked pain, but showing that kind of perversion was a little much, especially for an ex-Legionnaire.

"Thanks, I don't like mess either." He said before feeling the cold finger on his neck. Smiling, her turned and gently took hold of Arkel's chin. "You underestimate me." He cooed. "I don't care about money. I have enough to buy hell if I wanted and I have enough power to do so as well." he then leaned forward, brushing his lips against his. "Don't think you can over power me." He purred before letting him go. "If you'd like to get a shower, the bathroom is up the stairs on the left. And as a warning, don't try escaping, the windows and any doors to the outside are charmed with holy spells." He said with a smile.

Arkel gave him an appraising look, remaining still as a statue as the hand strayed to his chin. He let the man kiss him, blue eyes locked onto the face before him. Oddly enough, he didn't feel John was lying, which was a little worrying. Though the more rebellious part of him thought to test the man before the night was out.

"Thanks," he said, turning away pointedly. Holy spells... Well he's been burned enough by holy water, nothing was going to stop him trying it at least. And the bathroom would be as good a starting point as any.

He left John in the kitchen without another word and went where he was directed. The hot water felt good under his hand and he sighed wistfully but turned his attention to the window. Then held his hand out with the intention of blowing that wall out.

Chuckling, he move to the living room, sitting in silence as he waited for the howl of pain. He knew he would try and do something to get out, he just wondered if he was dumb enough to try and tempt holy spells. He had, had every exit to the house blessed and charmed by a preacher who made sure to use the strongest charm possible. John relaxed with his glass of wine, wondering how long it would take until Arkel came walking down, grumbling around something having been burned by the charm. Yawning, he relaxed. The man was interesting and he perked his curiousity.

A rather resounding boom rang through the house. Arkel stood back up, shaking his head. His hand hurt a lot, a holy symbol scorched onto the palm, it still sizzled with the scent of charred flesh. He grinned, at least John hadn't lied to him.

The window was unharmed, some holy forced had knocked him back, repelling his dark energy even as it sped towards the glass. He had seen the like before, and if he was at full strength he could at least crack through these after some time. Currently... He didn't like the thought. It boded badly for the rest of what John had said. A demon unable to overpower a human... that would be embarrassing.

Arkel showered before going back down the stairs, not wanting to give John the satisfaction of seeing him hurt by his own doubt. He tied his white hair into a pony with a strip of cloth from his shirt. There was no point trying to preserve what he was wearing, the white tunic and black pants had suffered a lot of damage from whip marks and claws ripping them apart. Arkel had done his best to repair them at first, but now they looked like some kind of grunge band's uniform. More tatters than fabric.

He found John in the living room and approached the man from behind on silent feet. A small flame flickered into life in his hand as he stretched it towards John's head. Enough of games. He was fed and clean. A demon always looked out for his own best interests.