forum The Underground (1x1 closed)

Started April 09, 2023 by @ElderGod-yellowqueen

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In which an unknowing bartender accidentally walks into the wrong alley and get thrown into a world of magic and monsters and plots of murder.

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Name: Gabriel Youngblood

Age: 24

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance: Gabriel is 6’1. He has thick, neatly brushed blonde hair. He has brown almond-shaped eyes with soft, blonde eyelashes. Gabriel’s nose is pointy and he has narrow lips. His face is triangular and his skin is pale. He has two scars on the left side of his jaw. Gabriel likes to dress in formal attire. He’s quite flamboyant in that regard.

Personality: Gabriel is an arrogant man. He believes himself to be above others. He is quite obstinate, making it hard to guide him in any direction, but it can be done. Gabriel also has high standards for himself, scolding himself for things failing through. He is quick to judge and quick to use sarcasm.

Other: He likes a good whiskey or brandy

Name: Azriel Callistar
Age: Looks about mid twenties, in reality is about half a century old
Species: Incubus
Appearance: Azriel is about 5'10 with a slender, athletic build. He has curly black hair that sits on his head. His eyes are pale blue with long, curled eyelashes. His facial features are more feminine but he shouldn't be confused as feminine. He wasn't, at least not always. He could play both sides of the coin. He could dress more masculinely, usually opting for a more academic style. Or he could dress more feminine and stylishly. Whatever he chose, he always pulled it off, even if was just baggy sweats. It was part of being an incubus.
Personality: Azriel is a flirty man. He flirts with anyone and everyone. He feeds off of sexual encounters. Even just the smallest things could fill him up and give him that high. When he's not chasing that high, he can be laid back and playful. He rarely takes things seriously, but when he does, its often deadly.
Other: He has a pet cat named Bean.

War was brewing. It was in the air. Everyone was on edge, just waiting for someone to make a move. As an incubus, Azriel's place was to serve, not rule. He served the devil. He wasn't really but he might as well be. His Master was cruel and heartless and ruled with an iron fist. But he kept order and had strict rules. They were easy enough to follow. Breaking them, however, was punishable by death. But now a few other lesser monsters believed that his Master shouldn't be in control any longer. Rumors spread and lit like wildfire. Chaos ensued. It was only a matter of time before a coup was attempted. Azriel was getting nervous on how many people would need to die before they realized they were fighting a losing cause. No one, no one, could kill the Master. It just wasn't possible.
These were all the thoughts running through Azriel's head as he waited impatiently. Why he was meeting this demon in the human world, he wasn't entirely sure. But his Master had set the place and time and Azriel was there to do his bidding. So now here he was, waiting as this lesser demon was late. Another five minutes and he was leaving. Braxton coukd face his Master's wrath when he didn't show. Azriel was taking no part of this.
Just as he was about to teleport, there was a crackle and Braxton appeared. But he wasn't alone, as he was supposed to be. Two harpies were by his side, wings flared and claws extended. This was not going to be a happy meeting.
"Braxton, my friend, you've kept me waiting." Azriel was discreetly reaching for his sword behind his back. "Who are your friends?"
"I'm sorry Azriel, times are changing I'll no longer side by that tyrant. You should join us."
Azriel eyed the two harpies then to the blade strapped to Braxton's side. No, this was not a happy meeting at all. This was not the place either, not in the human world where anyone coukd stumble upon them.

Two in the morning drew near, and Gabriel’s shift came to a close. He was finishing up his duties as a bartender. Grabbing a damp cloth, he slung it over his shoulder. He shook the water off the last glass, placing it back into its compartment to air dry. Locking all the beer and wine coolers, he took the cloth off his shoulder to wipe down the bar counters. Gabriel smiled, peering into the sheen of the counter. Strands of hair came loose, falling into his face. Last thing to do was to turn off the lights. Fun. Once he clicked off the neon lights and TV, Gabriel slipped out the back, looking forward to returning home. It had been a long shift and sleep called to him. The lack of it made the bottom of his eyes red.

Gabriel walked along his usual route, fighting with his body to stay awake. The city still buzzed, cars passing by slowly, and drivers getting angry at one another. It didn’t phase Gabriel. He trudged down the sidewalk, rubbing his stinging eyes. Shadow drenched each alleyway, concealing any strange beings or muggers. He knew of a shortcut to his apartment, figuring it would do him good not to fall asleep on his long commute. The blonde turned into an alleyway, focusing on his headache rather than his surroundings. That was until he heard voices. Voices? Did he walk into a drug deal? Or maybe he was hallucinating. Gabriel continued down the alleyway, curiosity stringing him along. “Hello?” He rubbed his eyes again. Maybe he really was sleep-deprived.

Azriel and Braxton were in the middle of an argument. It didn't sound like an argument, but the passive aggressive comments suggested otherwise. Braxton was trying to convce him to join their pointless rebellion and Azriel was trying to let him down easy. Something that wasn't working. Azriel was just about to slid the blade out of the sheath when a voice called out. A stranger and utterly human.
The four of them looked in the direction of the human, all ofnthem freezing. This was why Azriel hadn't wanted to deal with this in the human world. However, he took advantage the distraction, sliding the blade free and slicing the head off of the closest harpy. It pulled the other two out ifbtheir stupor quickly. Blades were drawn and claws extended and the happy descended on him, the human temporarily forgotten. That was, until Braxton saw the human as an opportunity.
The laws of demons and monsters were that humans were to be left alone. You were not to reveal yourself, reveal their world, harm them in anyway, nor feed off of them unwillingly. That meant no forceful bedding for succubus and incubus. It must be entirely consensual, even though, of course, humans had no idea who they were sleeping with. Braxton she'd his human form, claws extending and horns protruding from his head. His body grew about a foot more and his clothes ripped as his form grew. A demon, he was. A dangerous one. "I think you'll do," he growled.
Azriel had just managed to sink his blade into harpies heart, turning as Braxton lunged for the human man. "Braxton, don't do it! There's no going back after this!" He yelled, pleading his old friend not to do this. He didn't listen.
Braxton was hungry and this humans blood was calling to him.

Gabriel shook his head, rubbing his eyes. He definitely had to be hallucinating. Nothing else explained the voices. Looking ahead, he saw figures. Figures that seemed human. Gabriel messed with the collar of his dress shirt, listening for any telltale signs of a trade or fight. Rolling his eyes, he crept closer. “I am not afraid of whoever you may be. Show yourselves!” He commanded. Gabriel’s head pounded. A rough ache banged against his skull, making him hiss in pain. He covered his face with his hands, viciously rubbing away the pain in his eyes. The blondie didn’t notice the weapons or the fight. He only concentrated on himself. 

Pulling his hands away, Gabriel looked up at the demon. He blinked once, twice, maybe three times before a startled yelp escaped his mouth. Reaching into his overcoat, pulling out a dagger. He held it out in front of himself, doubting it would be useful in defense. Especially in his state. “Do not come closer!” Gabriel warned, backing away from Braxton. His breathing was heavy, each breath accompanied by shaking. He was near the entrance to the alley, backing up while sneering at the creature. Freedom was close. However, Gabriel tripped over a sizable crack. He fell backward, landing on his back and hitting his head with a thud. Oh no.

Had this been any other situation, Azriel would have palmed his forehead. This was a series of unfortunate events. His Master was going to be so angry when he not only returned with empty hands, but that Braxton had flipped sides on them. And was now currently trying to eat a human. Azriel wouldn't allow that to happen. The human was innocent had the unfortunate timing of walking upon them.
Azriel knew he wouldn't win against Braxton, not in a fight of brute strength. He was strong but not strong enough to battle against him in his demon form. His best chance was to teleport. He could use this opportunity and teleport away, leaving the human to Braxton. And unfortunate sacrifice to keep himself alive. But Azriel had a soft spot for a handsome face and he couldn't walk away. It would be such a shame for a face like that to get eaten. But there was a giant demon in between him and the human. This was going to hurt.
Azriel was sprinting towards the demon, blade raised. He knew he wouldn't win but if he could get close enough to the human he could get them out of there. He jumped from behind, sword raised and baring down on Braxton. Only the demon turned with incredible speed and slammed Azriel against the alley wall. He groaned, collapsing to the ground. That was going to hurt tomorrow. But he couldn't allow himself to hurt now. He got up, sword raised, and charged at the demon.
He was so close. So close. He was almost to the human. He made the split decision to sacrifice his sword and threw it, burying it in Braxton's shoulder. With the demon distracted he lunged at the human, grabbed his leg, and teleported them out.
They reappeared in his home. It had been the first thing he thought of. His home. In his world. Not the human one. Thankfully, he lived alone. There was no rusk of any other demon walking in and scaring this human further. They were in the foyer. He hadn't even been smart enough to think of his room or at least near a bathroom so he could deal with his wounds. He was bleeding somewhere, he knew that much. But he didn't have time to assess the damage.
He turned to the human that was in his home. This was not how he imagined his night going.

Pain shot up Gabriel’s back and spread into his skull. He yelped in pain. This made his killer headache worse. The dagger flew out of his hand, landing a few inches from his body. Gabriel’s vision blurred in and out. Despite his injury, he lifted himself onto his hands and knees, reaching for the dagger. It was important to him. Gabriel wasn’t going to let himself get eaten by a demon. He stretched his arm, fingers brushing against the dagger’s hilt. With a few nudges, he grasped the dagger, his muscles giving out. His body had been racked with pain and exhaustion. Using his elbow to roll himself over, he laid eyes on Braxton. Today he was going to die, wasn’t he? This was his fate. To be eaten by a raging demon.

Just as Gabriel accepted his inevitable death, something else caught his eye. Sure, his vision was splotchy and distorted the scene, but he recognized the other individual. It was fighting the demon. Maybe he wasn’t demon food after all. Hope rose in his chest, his jaw trembling from fear and pain. Gabriel’s vision grew darker, groaning as the pain enveloped his entire skull. Sounds of struggle echoed around him, but he wasn’t conscious enough to witness it. Closing his eyes, something enclosed around his leg, making Gabriel jump.

Teleportation wasn’t kind. It made Gabriel feel strange. Realizing this creature brought him to shelter, he looked around. Unfortunately for Gabriel, he was in a sorry state, his vision fully going back. “I am not fine.” He muttered before his form went limp.

Azriel blinked, surprised as the human suddenly went limp. It was a good thing he had already been lying down then. Now Azriel was definitely wishing they had teleported into his bedroom. It would have been much easier to get him to a bed. There was something wrong with the human but he couldn't tell. He didn't see a visible wound from where he was standing. He knelt by his side, assessing him. He turned the human over gently to try to find any wounds. There on his head, a spot of blood. Recounting, he remembered the human had fallen. He must have hit his head. Gah, head wounds were a nasty thing.
As gently as he could, Azriel slid his hands under him and picked him up. The man was not light. In fact, he was quite heavy. It was a good thing being an incubus gave him enhanced strength otherwise he wouldn't be able to do this. Still, he walked quickly. He didn't want to risk accidentally dropping him. Azriel kicked his bedroom door open and strode to the bed. He gently placed the man down and rushed to the bathroom. He found a small towel to put under his head so blood didn't get on his sheets. Next he grabbed a clean towel and a bowl of water. He turned the human on his side and started to clean the wound gently. Equally, the towel was stained beyond saving and the water was red. He set the items aside and placed the man back on his back.
He scratched at his head. He wasn't entirely sure how to take care of a human. He had never done jt before, at least not like this. He'd never dealt with an inured human. When Azreil was injured, he needed a good bedding to feed and thus using that new energy to heal himself. He didn't have things like medicines in his cabinets. He didn't really need it. He had bandages and needle and thread for the wounds that would take longer, but he never worried about infection. He couldn't get it.
There wasn't anything ti do now but wait.

Gabriel liked to believe he was tough, not letting his body’s limits get in his way. Although he wasn’t successful, going down easily after a simple head injury. At least Gabriel would call it simple. It wasn’t as simple. Such injury stained his hair, coloring it red. He would not be thrilled. He liked to keep a pristine image. His body flinched within Azriel's grasp. The muscles in his face twitched, a small groan escaping his throat. Gabriel’s slicked hair fell from its confines, falling in his face. Once placed on a bed, another groan came from Gabriel’s throat. The blonde squeezed his eyes shut. This was a sign he was waking. Curling upon himself when placed on his side, Gabriel finally opened his eyes. Pain absorbed his head, making it hard to think. He noticed someone or something touching the sensitive wound on his head. Gabriel hissed. The towel touching the wound caused a stinging to reverberate through his skull. Tears caught at the corners of his eyes.

This creature rolled Gabriel onto his back, and Gabriel stared at Azriel. He took in the man’s features, taking in his aura. He closed his eyes, realization setting in. Gabriel’s eyes flew open, and he sat up. Horrible mistake. Pain seared throughout his face, blood draining from his head. Lightheadedness took over, but he stabilized himself. “What am I?” He demanded, staring Azriel in the eyes.

Azriel jumped back as the man suddenly sat up. He hadn't been expecting that. He had mostly been expecting for the man to remain unconscious for a while. It was a nasty head wound and being human, he healed slow. Azriel blinked, taken aback by the question. "Um, you're human. You're still human. Nothing can be changed about that." Well, technically, it could be, but nothing he had the power to change. This human was still very much human. "If you're wondering where we are, we're in my home. Not in the human world." He thought for a moment, trying to think of the literal translation of his world. Demon tongue was hard to translate. "In human words, this is the Underground. It's a sub world. We're connected to the mortal world and can travel between them."

Azriel closed his mouth. He was probably talking too fast and too much. He probably should say one thing at a time and let the human accustom himself to his surroundings. He cleared his throat. "I think we got off on the wrong foot. Let's start over. I'm Azriel and welcome to my home. And you are?" It was custom to shake hands for humans. He held out his hand. It was a normal hand. No claws, no scales, no weird coloring. There were no horns or fangs protruding from his head. He appeared entirely human. Other than the fact that he wasn't. But one couldn't look at him and thing ah! Incubus!