"I Consecrate my Soul to Thee" Witch/Demon AU

[zauberdecke]

[ There was a very specific reason why Essek was here at this moment.

All around him was gathered components, and within his hand he held chalk with which he was drawing the familiar pentagram that would assist in his mission. For his entire life, he had been gatekept, he came from a long line of witches, all of them female; the power passed down through matriarchal laws and blood-- from woman to woman.

However he was the black sheep, the one who had been given far more power than was comfortable for the bloodline in which it had been strictly locked up. Because of this, no female line could inherit and even right now etched into his chest was a binding spell that was unbreakable though oh, how he had tried. It had been placed there by he who he had been given in marriage to; locked until at which point a female was conceived which would then continue the line downward.

There was nothing more vengeful than a cat who had been caged, and right now Essek Thelyss was out for blood and perhaps even a healthy dose of revenge. There was that intrinsic longing for freedom to do what he wanted, not wanting to be bound by tradition to a familial coven who cared more about the line than him. He wanted to put a stop to it, perhaps even get this angry scar of a sigil on his chest removed, wanting night upon night of assault to end.

He did not care what he summoned, the only thing he wanted was for whatever power he could bid to rise to invoke retribution, to free him. Logically he knew that he would be entrusting his fate into the devil he did not know-- but at this point in time, that seemed far preferrable.

And that was how he had roped Alex into this. Someone who was well versed in the rituals if not well practiced; he could not do this alone because there was so much that could go wrong. Best to have two hands in it, even though he knew that it was not Alex's job to intervene but rather to 'watch' but he was desperate, and Alex knew how much he hated Adeen.

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and it was then that Essek finished the circle and then set his chalk down gently. ]

The circle is complete, the components are gathered.. it is time.

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[internationalrelations]

No. No fucking way.

[A pause and a moment as he stared at Henry as if he could puzzle out if he was being messed with by the demon. But he wasn't getting that vibe.]

...okay, no yeah, that makes sense actually. So that's pretty fucking cool.

[Except well, that brought up another question, now didn't it?] Did you seriously name your puppy after your boss?

[Henry you nerd. Alex was just beaming at him through all of this.]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ Okay so Henry was a simp for Bowie's music-- back when Bowie was on earth, he was a simp for all of the music and went to the concerts, all but snorted them up his nose. He scratched his chin lightly as he considered the implications. ] Well, he never had a problem with it-- he considers it a compliment.

[ And then he moves to cuddle right up against Alex, a sparkle to his eyes that seemed to linger like star just beneath the surface. ] But it is true, there are often times that demons grow bored and head to earth to wander, enjoying a taste of mortality, I did that during the Elizabethan Era.

[internationalrelations]

Huh. I guess that makes sense. Living that long, it must really get boring if you don't find something to keep you occupied.

[Was he this demon's latest distraction? Something he was enjoying a taste of? Alex supposed that wasn't so bad, if that what this was. He would just do his best to keep Henry's interest as long as he could manage.]

How long has it been since you've poked your head up here then?

[Because Alex could show him a good time, if he wanted. A whole new world, so to speak.]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ So Henry knew nothing about technology, he had not poked himself up in a while-- he'd been to some Bowie concerts in the 70s/80s but that had been quite a long time ago, certainly enough for the gap to be substantial.. phones were still plugged into walls and TVs were still bulky and with little antennae at the top. ]

Perhaps the late 90s was when I came up from the hells last?

[ He certainly had not made a habit, he had remembered the literature from another time-- the music as well and he allowed that to inform him. But conversely he had not seen things like Star Wars or Lord of the Rings (though he'd read the books, because of course he had) ]

[internationalrelations]

That long ago? Wow... you've got some catching up to do.

[Alex's eyebrows lift slowly. The 90s. Wow. Ancient history at this point. But that was fine. He'd teach Henry all about texting and emojis and the world wide webs and all.

He smiled though, hand running up and down along Henry's arm.]

You've got to let me show you around. I'll even take you dancing. [To the club, Henry. It'll be great. Let him take you out on a date?]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ Alright, so now he would be drawn into the whirlwind that was Alex's life, the exuberance of everything that the other guy would be set to show him; and truth be told it was that Henry was absolutely far behind-- though it felt like only a flick of the watch to him, a tick of seconds.

That was mainly because years were seconds and decades but minutes. ]

Dancing, hmmm? Considering how dancing changes from year to year, I am wondering what this exactly entails.

[ Please show him how to modern dance, it will be fine-- humorous even. ]

[internationalrelations]

[Henry had chosen this, to attach himself to Hurricane Alex, and now he was in for it. At least he wouldn't be bored? Alex was all smiles.]

Better to show than tell. What do you way?

[Dancing? Night on the town? A little good old fashioned debauchery? Alex thought it would be a good time.]

Go out with me?

[There. Officially asking his demon out on a date, with a weird flurry of butterflies settled in his stomach. Was it weird to be shy asking someone out when that someone had just fucked you within an inch of your life?]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ It was a fate that Henry was willing to ride the tails of, and that hurricane could wrap him up and move him to gods knew wherever, but ultimately wherever he went he would be happy because it would be with this enchanting mortal that had claimed his heart.

He just could not possibly tell Alex that yet. ]

Ah~ I suppose I could go out with you. [ It would be his first time going out in a while and well he knew that Alex was perhaps quite used to this sort of lifestyle. ] There may be a bit of awkwardness on my part however, as I have not had this opportunity in quite some time.

[internationalrelations]

Don't worry, baby. I've got you. You'll be in good hands.

[Alex, extrovert that he was, was in his element in the midst of a maze of bodies and a pulsing bass beat, a drink in hand, the lights low. He'd be happy to help Henry learn the new way of the social scene.

His finger drew a slow and deliberate heart right against Henry's chest, like he was placing an invisible label on what lay beneath.]

It'll be fun.

[lordfuckleroy]

[ The perfect pairing of extrovert and introvert, the two of them would navigate this together-- and Henry hoped that he could rely upon him for this sort of support that would buoy him into this social scene that he would be hurtling toward. It was also clear that he could see the self-satisfied smirk on those pretty lips. ]

If you say so, though you are more versed in this so I am sure that it will be fine.

[ Despite his reservations, but that only stemmed from likely knowing he would be a fish out of water. ]

[internationalrelations]

Better than fine. Promise.

[He would show Henry a good time or die trying. He was determined, and once Alex Claremont-Diaz set his sights on something, he would manage it. Quitting was never really in his repertoire of tricks.

Leaning in, he caught Henry's lips with his own.]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ That kiss felt like both the blaze of fire as well as the sweet relief of water that is sent to quench their thirst and then he pushed himself forward so that he could submit himself to that kiss, to give and recieve of it fully. It was a kiss of promise, the whispering hit of tongue and affections there on the tip of it.

Please hunt him down, Henry needed someone who would follow him to the end of the world, to the hells.. because Henry would absolutely do the same to Alex. And anyone who hurt his meow meow-- there would be absolute damnation to pay. ]

I trust you-- and cherish it because trust within the hells is rare.

[internationalrelations]

[Alex smiled to Henry's lips before fully surrendering to the kiss. Oh There would be no escape for Henry now. He'd gone and made Alex fall for him, and there was no recovering from that fall at all.

The words of trust struck straight through him, and he set a hand against Henry's cheek.]

I trust you too.

[He caught Henry's lower lip between his own.]

I... could really get used to kissing you. I think I'd like to.

[lordfuckleroy]

[ In his way, a way full of poetics and literature as it danced through his heart-- that was how he felt within the circle of Alex's arms. Now, he intended to spend the majority of Alex's life making sure that he was cherished, he would do anything in his power to make that smile and laugh bubble to the surface.

Because each little mote made him fall deeper and deeper in love.

Though he was not immune to the teeth to his lower lip, that was actually quite sexy. ] I rather like kissing you too, so I shall have to do it often and thoroughly.

[ Another kiss, this one a little firmer.. because their lips were in proximity. ]

[internationalrelations]

Mm... that's right. You shall.

[Shall. Adorable. Why was a demon so cute? And how the hell was someone so cute so sexy? It really was a problem, or would be if Henry weren't kissing him again. That had a way of making anything like problems evaporate entirely.

It was distracting. Extremely distracting, and Alex vaguely realized that they probably ought to eventually move out of this magically conjured bed, but that sounded like so much effort right now.]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ wait until Henry busted out the shan't which of course was a possibility especially with the fact that he was quite clearly a british demon (though surprise, demons could also be zemnian as well as Alex would find that out.). ]

I feel like-- [ in between kisses ] You are patronizing me again, but since you are such a stellar kisser, I suppose I shall overlook that.

[internationalrelations]

You're just... [Kissing interlude. Words could wait.] ...really cute.

[And straight back into the kissing.] Like...

[His fingers slid into Henry's hair as he lingered against his lips.] Ridiculously cute.

[lordfuckleroy]

[ This was absolutely not fair-- it was almost as if Alex was the demon who was attempting to keep Henry chained to him. Not that Alex had anything to worry about, for the other man would keep as close as he could and there was nothing that Alex could do about it.

Each of those kisses were locking him ever closer.

The taste of mouth to mouth which was a cross between sunshine and forever. He was absolutely certain he would never feel this way about anyone ever again. ]

Then I suppose that I will have to keep you around.

[internationalrelations]

[Alex sighed a pleased sound to Henry's lips. Yes, good. Keep him around. He had no inclination to be let go right now. He'd fallen so quickly and so easily into this, into Henry, into just handing his soul -- and fuck him, his heart -- over to the demon just because he'd asked with those damnably blue eyes.]

Mm... that's a good point. How am I going to explain you to my supervisors?

[Hey guys, this is my new demon lover who has shaken loose the blocks keeping me from the power that is my birthright. Cool, huh? Not gonna fly.]

[lordfuckleroy]

I suppose that I could masquerade and/or moonlight as a nerdy little librarian down the street that you happen to meet at a coffee shop... because that is how people meet now, I am correct? At coffee shops?

[ Well it seemed plausible if one assumed that most of the Talamasca was dumb. A fallacy because it was only half that were dumb. ]

[internationalrelations]

...does Hell have good access to Romcoms?

[Nerdy little librarian. Here was Alex, looking utterly delighted.]

But all right, solid. Sexy little librarian that I happened to meet at a coffee shop, which is really the only place to meet anyone who is anyone. So what's our meet cute? You tripped over your nerdy little feet and dropped your cupcake in my lap?

[That sounded about right, yeah?]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ Of course it would have to involve icing, because they would always strive to their origin story in every single AU, it was only a matter of thorough fact. He did however consider this carefully. ] Ah, I think your face more like-- though I think it was more likely you, you were caring a plate of cupcakes and you tripped and fell on top of me and all the cupcakes came to smash down around us.

[ That seemed absolutely legit. ]

To be honest, I feel like the Talamasca would believe that before the fact that someone tripped over themselves and into you.

[ Tell Henry that he's wrong, I dare you. ]

[internationalrelations]

Why am I the disaster here? Why is me being a klutz more believable exactly?

[This demon, really. Not recognizing his natural poise and gra-- yeah no it was definitely more likely for him to be the disaster. He could more or less admit that. Hells, he'd nearly fallen over himself on seeing Henry for the first time.

He took his hand and, very maturely, pressed it flat over Henry's face. Stop saying mean things while looking so handsome it was going to do things to Alex.]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ Henry has been watching Alex, so he had not been able to avoid the way that Alex seemed to skid rather ungracelessly through life, though there was charm there and that being the case, it was enough to wipe away any potential for misunderstanding. Just the flash of that smile and the dimple and there was nothing that anyone wouldn't do.

Henry believed that to be utter fact.

There was a bit of a muffled mrrrs before he decided that he would do the equally mature thing and bite the fleshing pad just underneath the thumb of Alex's hand. Which was a testament to how Henry's reasoning skills had gone down since encountering this man. ]

[internationalrelations]

[Alex probably should have expected something like that. But he hadn't, and he squawked in surprise when he was bitten.]

...naughty demon.

[He took his hand away and, well, instead of scolding him or pouting, he just kissed him. Take that, Henry. Bet you're sorry now, Henry.]