Ruined Innocence [male]

[Aleksandr Orlov]

Experience in life is key. It is what tells people what is wrong, harmful, and what to avoid. Alek's experience in life was telling him that he is very uncomfortable right now. Everything he'd ever experienced had told him that people would never accept his body. The fact that his seller decided to try to sell him practically naked wasn't exactly comforting. The only piece of clothing that covered his body was a thin pair of boxer briefs. The brand on his shoulder blade was clearly evident as he huddled with his knees to his chest. Of the scars that he had, he would rather hide the scar down his chest than his branding. The scar from his heart surgery only reminded him that without the surgery, his life might have been different.

Aleksandr believed that maybe, maybe if he hadn't needed heart surgery, his parents wouldn't have found out about the ovaries. It is possible to have physical intimacy changes and very easy to choose one gender over another when someone has both organs. Alek believed that if his parents hadn't have found out about the ovaries, he could have had a simple surgery to get rid of his female half. However, because he had ovaries, his parents believed that he was an abomination.

Thankfully, no one had really approached his cage today. Yesterday had been horribly hard on him. A strange creature, something he hadn't seen before, had approached and asked about him, noticing both his masculine and feminine facial features. His seller had pulled him from the cage and tried to showcase him well enough to sell, but the creature had become too physical and Alek had actually punched the being in--what he believed--was its nose. His seller had not been happy about it.

He hoped that no one would buy him. He was terrified to find out what they may want from him because he was their property. He just didn't want to find out what would happen to him if he didn't sell. He didn't really have anywhere to go and no ambitions. Life wasn't his friend anymore, but, had it ever?

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[Zadkiel]

Life had taken a strange turn for the Arch angel of mercy, and despite his valiant efforts to please all those above him, everyone seemed to have gotten a little to angry. He was done here though, so Zadkiel thought he would better carry on as normal on his 'mission' to try and gain some favour back with those 'in charge'. Those words made him grumble though, surely he should be the one with all the power? He was the one doing his job after all, doing what he was created for and he had practically ruled over the heavens while he was there, since near the beginning. He had to admit though, down on earth had turned out not to be as bad as he had first imagined. People gave the angel respect here, as well as fear, which he certainly enjoyed.

Today was something less interesting to him though. He had been following his senses and it had lead him to this place, this horridly dirty city filled with sin and suffering: perfect territory really. There was something else here though, another part of his soul and he'd find that eventually, he knew it. He had already taken over a small house hold near the outskirts of this city which he supposed he would call home but the old occupiers were still... well they had left their mark, in blood and sin and Zadkiel was far too filled with Pride to clean it up himself. He had to find a few little 'minions' to crawl after him and do all the jobs he hated; it would certainly make it feel more like 'home'.

Someone rather interesting (who he had decided did deserve to live) had mentioned they brought a few slaves from the market in the center of town, so the angel knew this was the way to go about getting a few little things to serve him. Maybe just the one for now though, he wanted to break one in first before he got others. Like a pack of dogs, one would learn what to do from another older and more experienced one. With a flick of his spear he began to walk rather slowly passed several cages, nothing really taking his fancy. All these creatures looked far too pathetic to the prideful angel and he wanted someone to give him a reason to save them, someone to stick out and stroke his ego, beg for his benevolent nature to save them. Yes, he needed someone to need and want everything an angel could be persuaded to give.

[Aleksandr Orlov]

Today wasn’t the day that he had asked for. He had wanted a day where no one would approach him or think about purchasing him. Similar to the odd creature who he had punched in the nose, he was sensing that this might be the same incident. Alek didn’t want to be punished for attacking potential buyers and customers, but it really was his seller’s fault. If he didn’t want him to hurt people out of self-defence but it was natural instinct. Who would want to touch his body? Since these people did there had to be something wrong with them, as there was something wrong with him.

“Stand still!” his seller shouted at Alek as he tried to pull away from the man, his seller trying to pull him towards the customer. Pulling hard against his grip, causing his seller to pull harder on his shoulders and arms, Alek felt himself dragged over to the customer. He stood stalk straight as the person ran their hands down his cheek. Biting his lip and looking down, he shivered and shuddered at the touch. How could anyone want to touch him? “What a response. Isn’t he better trained?” Apparently, this person wanted someone that wouldn’t shudder at their touch. It was a good thing that they were only touching his cheek briefly. Holding back the urge to slap the hand away, relief flooded him as the person stalked away, angry that Alek was such a disappointment. Really, his trader should have known better than to purchase damaged merchandise. He, however, only saw it as a selling point; however, with the self-defence attached, it wasn’t worth promoting.

“Seriously boy, why don’t you play up to the nice customers and behave yourself. You turned down many a happy home because of this,” Happy homes? What was this man talking about? Being a slave would never give someone a ‘happy home’. There was no such thing for Alek. Unsure what to do, his seller scoffed and pushed him back toward his cage. Stumbling a bit, not anticipating the shove, he started to fall toward the ground. Landing on his knees, scraping the skin there, he sat on the ground, his posture defeated. Sitting up on the backs of his heels, hissing at the stinging of his knees, he looked as if he were praying to some deity or god. However, that wasn’t even close to the case. He just wanted to find happiness, if it were possible. So far, from what he had experienced, it was fake and intangible.

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[Zadkiel]

Zadkiel had an air of radiance about him, and he always demanded respect from all that had the privileged of setting eyes upon such a high ranking angel. That aura, and the fact that he was carrying a rather dangerous looking spear, were the reasons most of the sellers seemed to leave him alone; harassing him was asking for trouble. Besides, most of those around here were dirty and wrong in the head - though he wasn't exactly one to talk. Still twirling his speak like a walking cane he paused, standing in the middle of a small open space and looking up at the sky. "Fancy helping me out a little with some sort of sign?" He called upwards, towards the sky he had still recently fallen from; to those around he must have looked mad, but he had his reasons for asking for favours from angels and perhaps even his creator.

As if they had heard his call a sound caught the angel's ear, as did the smell of blood and he instinctively turned his terrifyingly green eyes towards a cage, spotting a rather human looking creature on it's knees. Zadkiel continued to stare for a while, watching how all hope seemed to have left his beast and misery seemed all that it could feel; how delightful. How perfect it was to be 'rescued' by a merciful man. With a calm look on his face, and a rather harmless looking one he walked over to the cage, tapping it gently with the dull end of the spear. He wanted to gauge this things reactions and just how badly it could fear an angel such as himself. He completely ignored the merchant for now, kneeling down as you might towards a stray dog and smiling.

He was a friendly looking man for now, which was part of his act that had kept him in heaven for so long; though behind his eyes there was insanity and cruelty. He stared at the creature before him through the cage bars and uttered the only sentence he cared to speak to any being on this planet, "Tell me, why do you deserve your life?"

[Aleksandr Orlov]

He had noted the person approaching but didn’t want to acknowledge them. It would be another repeat of before and he couldn’t stand another confrontation so quickly. However, Alek was shocked to see the person’s legs as they knelt down in front of where he was staring at the ground. He didn’t want to look up, he was afraid at what he would see. He was a scarred boy with mental baggage; he wasn’t leaving here so easily.

This man continued to shock him as he asked about his life. Deserved his life? He had never thought about whether he deserved to live. He believed that bad things happened to him because he was damaged, that much was obvious. However, he had never considered whether he deserved to live. What was there to life aside from the clear part of death? His parents had abandoned him, he was branded and scarred, he was broken and damaged, but did he deserve to live?

Looking up at the man, his timid hazel eyes glanced for only a second before flitting away. Confrontation wasn’t a strong point of his. Biting his lips again, he knew that he would have to look at the man. Aleksandr had better manners than to avoid eye contact completely. Slowly raising his eyes to look at the man again, he noted the wings on his back. Was he really an angel? “Bad things happen to me because I am broken. I am disfigured and live as punishment for whatever I have done wrong sir. Is that what you mean?” he may have been in the states and speaking English for quite some time, but he wasn’t sure if he had understood the man completely. His eyes moved from the man’s compelling green orbs to the wings on his back. Placing his hands in his lap, he refrained from reaching forward. It would be rude and he didn’t know this man. He didn’t even know if he could trust him.

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[Zadkiel]

Zadkiel had been in front of many people before, and eventually everyone acknowledged him, even if it were out of fear, so he waited patiently for it, still smiling kindly. He noted the boy thinking, which was never a good sign. Most people who thought about it came up with stupid answers, or insincere ones. So far, the angel had only let a few people live, and those were the ones who answered on instinct alone, not thinking and arguing there point stubbornly – that certainly was the kind of person who deserved it, the ones that amused the man enough to laugh it off and walk away. But with a calm mind, which was unusual at the moment, he waiting, watching every reaction that the creature had. He seemed shock to see the boy could see his wings; he had hidden them since they were here on earth, clearly this beast had come close to death before so could see the mark of a true angel.

“Often those broken are the ones that need to live to fix themselves.” Though he really wasn't keen on the formal 'sir' he had been given, he gave a fond smile towards the boy, as though the answer the boy gave pleased him and he stood up once more, giving the cage a look over. It was a solid piece of metal, but that had never stopped him before and he didn’t care to bargain. If he wanted something, he would have it, no questions asked, and if anyone did try and stop him, there would be heaven to pay. Tapping the cage with a single finger it began to move, shift as if it had a life of it’s own and it looked as if it might melt, though it avoided Alek rather easily. Right now he didn’t care if the merchant told him off, or even spoke to him about price; he would make sure the horrid beast got exactly what he deserved, and he would use his own cages against him if he wasn’t careful.

[Aleksandr Orlov]

Alek had met with death the moment he was born. His heart conditions had been potentially fatal for him. Since he was premature, it was difficult enough to keep him alive, however, his heart conditions only made it worse. An angel had brushed him very early in his life and he’d never known. This entire time, he had thought that the angels avoided and snickered at his soul, teasing and tormenting him and yet, all this time, they had touched him. It was something that he would never consider or accept. There was no way an angel could touch him. He even had to sarcastically question whether this man’s hand would smoke upon touching him. Alek knew that wouldn’t happen but it would actually cause him to smile if it did.

Listening to his answer, Alek lowered his head again. Live to fix himself, that wasn’t possible. He couldn’t fix his dual gender. He could have an operation to change his current organs but no surgery removed the ovaries, only the uterus. It was a shame. However, Alek questioned what he said. Did he mean that he wanted to help him fix himself?

Watching the man’s legs move out of his line of sight, he stared up at him towering above his lower position. What was he going to do? Taking in his entire appearance, Aleksandr noted the spear in his hand. Why was he carrying something like that around? He didn’t intend to spear him, did he? The very thought of being speared disappeared from his mind as he watched the cage start to melt from where he had touched. Mesmerized, Alek believed it had to be magic. There was no way this man could do something so easily. Watching the cage melt down so he was just sitting on the bottom plate, he slowly stood up, wincing at the stinging from his knees. Wrapping his arms securely around his waist, Alek worried what would come next.

It was just at that moment that his seller approached the two cautiously. He had obviously seen the spear in this man’s hands and the fact that he was able to melt metal. “What did you do that for? You just had to ask for a key.” His grubby hands were placed on his hips. What an innocent pose, Alek thought to himself. How his seller could approach such a threat with ease amazed him before he remembered that his seller was a horrible person. Looking back to the man, he had to question why he melted the bars as well. What merit did that gain him? Shivering slightly, he wondered if he would be able to get dressed at some point. He felt cold and awkward being in only a pair of boxer-briefs. It was showing far too much of his body than he desired.

Aleksandr wanted to speak to the man more, but held his tongue. He knew that his seller would have to settle the deal before he could officially call this man ‘master’ “So, I hope you plan to pay my price and a new cage.”

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[Zadkiel]

Zadkiel seemed to be completely ignoring the seller and any argument he may have had about the cage, or the key for that matter. Studying the boy he had just released from it seemed far more appealing and with an odd sort of a smile he looked towards the seller eventually, a look of pure malice in his eyes. "What key?" He mocked, sensing exactly where the metal had been and making it melt away - that was the fun of having things obey you, you could really annoy a lot of people with it. "I did you a favour by removing such a horrid thing~" His voice as a lot less kind now, as if the seller's impolite and disrespect for the angel had caused another personality to kick into overdrive. He made sure the spear was at hand, and pointing a little towards the grubby man, so that he wouldn't come closer, dirty little creature.

"What do you want for this boy?" Zadkiel seemed uninterested in anyone's reactions to him right now, starting to work on causing fear rather than bargaining. He couldn't care if people had started to look and stare at him, and with fingers that seemed to lace the air, metal began to form over his hands, moving like a serpent through his fingers and he watched it fondly. It seemed more interesting to him than anything the seller or the boy would have to say for themselves. Besides, he could tell Alek was already impressed with him, why not show off a little more and gain some much needed respect?

[Aleksandr Orlov]

The interaction between the two was interesting as well as a little terrifying. He hated his seller that much was obvious. The fact that this man opposed him so easily as if no such things existed only made him smile slightly. He felt honoured almost. He didn’t let it last long, removing the smile from his soft features. This man wasn’t defending Alek he was defending himself. Obviously, his seller posed a threat and that was what made this terrifying. This man had a spear in his hand and just pointed it at his seller. What if he speared the seller and then him? Would this man spear him?

The seller scoffed, about to step forward but his eyes caught the spear that was pointed toward him. That stopped him in his tracks. Sputtering, Alek was surprised at the loss of words coming from his seller. He always had something to say to Alek. Now that he was speechless, it was an interesting situation to see him in. Alek did note the tone this man used. He wondered if he always sounded like that, cold, detached and a little arrogant. However, Alek would never say such things about his master; it didn’t mean he couldn’t question where the nice guy had gone. It wasn’t as important now seeing as this could be his freedom of his seller, but it would pop into his head later.

“Regular price.” The seller looked flustered a bit. Alek wondered what he was being worked up about. Glancing at the man, he couldn’t see—wow. Alek saw the man move his hands through the air, metal forming his hands. How was he able to do that? The seller, however, didn’t seem so amazed by such tactics. After watching for a few moments more, he cleared his throat and placed a slight smirk on his face. “That cage, however, is double the price of the boy. I could have easily used that cage a dozen more times after him. It’s value is far higher than a regular priced human.” The seller started laughing aloud, trying to play things off as if he was still in control. For the first time in a long time, Alek felt saddened again. He hadn’t been put down like this before. The worst he’d had was abandonment. No one had ever told him his value to them. To find out that he was valued lower than one metal cage was degrading. His arms tightened around his waist and his eyes lowered to the floor. He wasn’t allowed to cry and get upset.

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[Zadkiel]

Zadkiel really wasn't paying much attention to anything anymore, as if he were alone on this street with just his little metal serpent as company. A hoard of demon's could have thrown themselves at him in an angry raging vengeance and he wouldn't have cared less; pain was not something someone who was immortal cared too much about, what couldn't kill him made him stronger... and worse, made him more likely to strike back. The lost and innocent smile didn't last on the angelic man's features for long, hearing the comment on the cage. Hadn't he already explained he had done him a favour by removing it? Was this dirty little rat of a man calling him a lair? This didn't settle well in the man's mind, and a dark, cruel looked crossed him. 'I wonder how much his metal would sell for...?'

It was usual for the angel to hear small voices in the back of his mind, and to him, they were the voice of his creator and comments from the part of his soul that was missing. But the voice had a point, and the smirk returned to Zadkiel's face, noticing the seller must eat a lot of red meat; iron was vastly flowing through his body. With elegance hardly seen on this earth the angel walked a little closer to the seller, ignoring any argument he may have to this action and tracing a very soft finger along the side of the man's jacket. "Are you feeling well?" He asked, sounding not concerned, but rather threatening indeed; and with this small action he began to pry the metal from the man's veins, causing them to leak from any pours or cuts the ratty little man might have. It wouldn't take long before he would start to taste the metal in his mouth, feel a lurching and sick feeling before collapsing.

Sure, it wouldn't kill him to have the metal ripped from his veins, but it would certainly hurt; enough to warn him that Zadkiel didn't appreciate being spoken to like any other creature on this earth. "You would be lucky to accept what you are given and pray to the heaven's I feel merciful today. If I were in a worse mood I may consider punishing you for your sins." To the angel, this was not punishment, the pain he was causing was more a warning. He took a small pocket of coins from his plane black trousers and threw it at the man; it was enough to pay for the small boy he had picked, but he couldn't care less for paying for the cage. The then took all his attention away from the seller completely, turning to Alek, looking as calm as he had done before all this had happened. "Grab a coat and follow." He commanded, expecting his word to be rule from now on to the boy.

[Aleksandr Orlov]

The seller stood his ground to the man. His eyes flicked down to the spear and he wondered if this man would spear him. What rite did this man have to damage his property? Sure, he was offering a service to this man and he was his customer. However even he had to obey the ‘you break it you buy it’ rules that applied to society. As he approached the seller, he stood taller and tried to look unaffected by his customer’s menacing aura. He didn’t look down as the buyer ran his fingers down his jacket. Feeling well, what was—there was a gurgling and strained look on his face. Alek looked up to see what was happening and was shocked to see what this man was doing to his soon to be ex-seller.

The trader’s body convulsed where it stood, a sickly coloured substance leaking its ways from pores and cuts that littered his body. Scars opened and a lighter form of substance flowed from the previously sealed body parts. Alek didn’t want to look at what was happening but couldn’t take his eyes off the scene in front of him. It was so hard for him to do. His knees began to shake and he felt as if he were going to fall at any moment now. What was happening made him take a step back before he felt his stomach lurch forward. Crumpling to the ground, he couldn’t stop himself from retching on the ground. It wasn’t the first time someone had thrown up in the trading rings, but it wasn’t a pretty sight. He pitied whoever would have to clean this up.

The substances that poured from the seller’s body were more than just a blood red. It looked as if his blood was drawn through a tar-filled tube, the tar coating the liquid iron as it flowed. It got even worse as the iron forced its way up through regular skin and poured out from his ears. Alek looked over in time to see his seller collapse to the ground, his face a purple colour aside from the dark tar-like residue that remained from its holes. Alek shook in fear, his body quivering and shuddering at the idea that this could happen to him. This man obviously had the power and didn’t mind flaunting it around.

He looked up to the man, his eyes showing the fear he now had for this angel. He couldn’t be an angel. It wasn’t possible. He heard the words but they didn’t register in his mind. It was as if he was somewhere differently altogether. His mind wasn’t here at the moment but where his orphanage had been. He had thought that it had been there and now he knew it wasn’t bad at all. He nodded his head, his body acting based on his brain’s commands. He hadn’t heard what his master had said, however, he had grabbed a pair of pants before following after the man. He kept looking at the ground and occasionally at the back of his head, wondering how this man had done it.

Aleksandr was soon brought from his musings when he realised that this man was his master now. What rules did he have to follow and how did he address his master? There was no way he could find out without getting himself in trouble. “Um, sir? What do I call you?” he kept his wary eyes on the man for any sudden movement that may imply his own punishment. This man was an angel with his own sense of right and wrong, which only made interacting with him feel as if he needed to tread carefully on his thin ice. He smelled like the vomit that had left his body, his mind had only registered ‘clothes’ as the man told him to grab something and he was speaking out of turn. This man wouldn’t punish him, would he?

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[Zadkiel]

Despite being a cruel man, Zadkiel was fair - in his own sense of the word. He didn't kill the tradesman, and he had thrown a respectable amount of money at him. Besides, he had only made the man suffer but a little bit of the pain he had most likely inflicted to slaves and all manner of creatures in his years. It did occur to the angel that he hadnt achieved anything by hurting the man, other than more of a reputation around the trading rings and he sighed a little, sad he had used so much of his power on someone so... unworthy. He had already turned to walk away from the rings before he noticed Alek might have grabbed a different item of clothing and he walked slowly, his bare feet not flinching in the slightest if he had walked over a particularly sharp area of floor, even if it were glass the angel probably wouldn't have noticed, far too occupied with his the metal he had gained today.

He did stop in his tracks though when he was addressed once again as 'sir'. Now that was a title he really didn't like, it was so... human and he shivered in a slight sense of disgust at it; but he didn't blame the boy for naming him this. "You can address me as Zadkiel. I would prefer that, or master. Not sir." His voice was commanding, but not as cruel as it had been only moments ago, and noticing the boy had decided to dress his legs instead of his chest he raised an eyebrow. He seemed to think, looking down at Alek with a sense of musing - somehow he would need to let everyone know this was his 'creature' and with a odd smile he let the serpent slip from his fingers. "Hold still." Another command, but this one was far more friendly, and not as demanding.

The silver snake twisted around it's master's arm a few times before it began to swirl it's way towards Alek, slipping silently and gently around his neck. Within a few minutes it seemed to settle on his neck, loosely before it set in place, no longer moving with a life of it's own but becoming a sort of collar. It seemed fitting to Zadkiel, that his pet would have a beautiful silvery collar with the mark of a high angel engraved in it. It gave the poor thing a sense of royalty, or so that's what the angel thought of it, grinning rather more friendly than he had done before, tracing his pale fingers along it carefully like he was inspecting his work for any faults. No, it was perfectly formed, no sharp edges, not too tight, and yet no where near loose enough to be able to get it off. "And you are..." He finally mused after a few seconds, not really interested but finding it might be polite.

He turned back around, continuing walking hoping to hear Alek speak while walking, now that his business was done there was no point standing around for people to stare at him, they didn't deserve it. 'Human's need discipline Zadkiel... Rules, and reasons to follow them.' For a second he seemed distracted, swatting at the air besides his ear like someone might have been whispering into it. He didn't need this right now, he knew exactly what human's needed, he'd watched them for years after all. He reminded himself that he would need to find some food for this beast, food and somewhere for it to sleep. Damn, this was too much effort.

[Aleksandr Orlov]

The man shivered as he addressed him as sir. Was there something wrong? He hadn’t seemed to like when he called him sir while in his cage either. Aleksandr believed the term to be appropriate for addressing someone but maybe he had that wrong. As he stopped and turned to Alek, he gulped a bit, wrapping his arms around his waist gently. He braced himself for any form of pain that may come to him. He was going to be punished for something, wasn’t he.

Zadkiel? He had never heard a name like that before. Sure, there were some odd names back in Russia that once you translate them into English, sounded odd but nothing like his. He had to wonder where it originated. Zadkiel looked him over and raised his eyebrow. Worried, Alek looked down, trying to see what he was seeing wrong with him. He had chosen pants because his self-conscious needed to protect him and pants were the best way to do so. Alek just heard the words ‘hold still’ and looked up in time to see the metal moving from Zadkiel’s arm and toward him. His natural instinct told him to back up and run but he had been told to stay. Closing his eyes tightly, hoping it wouldn’t be as painful as what he’d done to his seller looked, Alek waited patiently for the pain to come.

Standing stalk straight, awaiting his pain, he opened his eyes, feeling a slithering around his neck. The feeling was cool and weird at the same time. He’d never felt something like this before, however, it felt metal. Well, of course it felt metal. Zadkiel could manipulate metal, it was only befitting that he was using it now and it would feel like metal. Alek felt something land gently against his skin and tried to look down but found nothing to his eyes. It was around his neck, that much was obvious, but he had no idea what it was and couldn’t see it. Zadkiel reached forward and ran his fingers along the cold metal. Alek froze, his air stopping in his lungs as his eyes shrank a bit, trying to force himself not to react badly to this. He tried hard to refrain but couldn’t help himself. As Zadkiel replied to his work, Alek slapped his hand away, biting his lip enough to draw blood. He had seen what Zadkiel had done to the other man and expected a painful blow or something for his actions. He’d just have to explain himself before it could be done.

“I’m sorry master, for slapping your hand. It won’t happen again, I promise. I was just a little uncomfortable Zadkiel. I’m sorry.” lowering his eyes, he knew that something would happen. Even if Zad seemed pleased with what he’d done to the collar around his neck and even smiled so friendly to him, Alek couldn’t trust him yet and he’d already gotten so close. It was hard for him. He’d avoided contact whenever necessary out of instinct. The caretakers at the orphanage couldn’t even hug him without him biting them.

As Zadkiel started to walk again, Alek followed him. His hand slowly reached up, a tear falling down his face as he traced the metal. “Thank you Zadkiel, for the gift. I’m sorry I slapped your hand. I’m just not comfortable with physical contact.” he traced the lines of the entire thing and noted that none of the edges were sharp enough to pierce his skin. He did note that Zadkiel could probably change the makeup of the collar, but he hoped his master wouldn’t have reason to do so. Maybe if he told him that he wasn’t the only one? “I punched someone, not too long ago. They tried to grab me and I reacted badly. I think I broke its nose. I’m not sure,” Would this help Zadkiel understand that he wasn’t the only one whose touch he rejected?

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[Zadkiel]

Zadkiel seemed to fuss little over the slap, it wasn't something to bother the man because there was such little pain involved. He'd let this one go, and focus more on getting home and getting this boy to tidy up his mess. The angel didn't even seem to register that Alek was talking to him, in fact, he barely noticed anything about him other than he was a boy, and he was a human - Done, all he needed to know. He did seem to talk a lot though, which the angel really didn't think he liked; he wanted it to stop because there was enough talking going on already. 'Shut him up...' Now, Zadkiel wasn't one to listen to orders, but when they came from his head they had a bit more importance. Turning sharply and very unexpectedly he stood dead still, as if something held him in place and looked down at Alek, obviously not impressed.

"Number One. When I ask you a question, you answer it boy. Number two. I care not for your talking, so please don't prattle on." He could be called polite if nothing else, though he knew his tone was terrifying. He was a little annoyed that this creature still hadn't mentioned his name, but he wouldn't ask again, he would be called 'boy' from now on if need be. Then a thought occurred to him and a wicked smirk played across his face, no, he was being too kind, disobedient dogs had to be taught a lesson, and with a soft finger he scratched his own nose gently. With the power he had been born with he began to close the collar around the other man's neck slightly, so it became a little tighter, and most likely uncomfortable. Yes, this was the way to teach someone a small lesson in public.

"Now, be a good boy, and shut up and do as you're told~" The wicked smirk stayed across his face and he turned back around, continuing his walking towards the general direction of home. 'Close it tighter... Who needs to breath?' "Shut up!" He growled, calling to the sky, obviously becoming a little more pissed off.

[Aleksandr Orlov]

Aleksandr hadn’t expected Zadkiel to stop so suddenly and turn to him. He almost bumped into the man but caught himself in time before it could happen. Staring up to him from the little height difference between them, he gulped nervously; a little apprehensive of what was going to happen to him. Zadkiel’s words had a point to them. To Alek, they sounded sharp and pointed, like a sword pointed at the back of his neck. However, Zad sounded polite at the same time. Alek hadn’t thought about whether he would be annoying his new master with his speech. He hadn’t been told the rules Zadkiel had planned for him. What he could and couldn’t do or what he should do either.

Nodding his head, thinking that to be the end of Zadkiel’s annoyance, he was about to start walking when he noticed how the man stood there still with a smirk on his face. His head tilted a bit, wondering what he was thinking about when Zad scratched his nose and Alek’s eyes followed his hand as he did so. His hands were pretty to him. He’d never thought about looks really or what appealed to him, but Zadkiel had beautiful hands. They looked poised, smooth and graceful. He had been so focused on the hand that he hadn’t realised the collar was tightening. His hands went up to his neck and tried to stop the metal, thinking that Zadkiel was going to kill him as he had the seller. Alek didn’t know that the seller was still alive, he had assumed by the strangled and gurgled cries, what had happened as well as the state the seller ended up in, that the man was dead. Now, he believed that Zadkiel was going to kill him as well.

He listened, still trying to gauge whether the collar was going to crush his oesophagus and lead to his death when he heard exactly what Zadkiel had said. He told him to shut up and do as he was told. He figured that meant Zadkiel wanted him to remain quiet, to shut up, but he remembered that he mentioned asking questions. When Zadkiel first turned to him, he had mentioned that when he asked a question, Alek was to answer it. But, Alek didn’t remember being asked a question. He hadn’t heard Zad ask him anything. What was it that he had believed to have asked that he would want an answer to? He also noted how Zadkiel called him boy. Was it standard to be referenced to as ‘boy’? Alek had been sent overseas to be trained properly and then sold. He’d never had an official master before this aside from the vampires that had taken over the orphanage. Should he say anything? He didn’t want to be called ‘boy’ from now on, but he didn’t want to disobey Zadkiel. If he said anything, surely the angelic man would continue to crush his collar tighter around his throat.

“Alek, master. Aleksandr Orlov.” he had started to walk after Zad, falling instep behind him when he shouted ‘shut up’ to the sky. His master seemed very angry and annoyed now. Maybe he shouldn’t have given his name then. He would apologise but Zadkiel had just told him to shut up, right?

Alek played with his collar a bit, hoping it wouldn’t annoy his master any further. He did not intend to take it off; there was no way to do so without injuring himself. No, he was a little fascinated with it. He had been mesmerized by what Zadkiel was capable of, melting metal and moving it through the air with ease. He felt honoured to have this item around his neck, even if Zadkiel used it to cut off his air supply. He wanted to see what it looked like since feeling the edges could only do so much to provide a mental image. He also felt a little thankful to Zadkiel. He had already thanked his master for the collar, but that had just seemed to annoy him. He did wish that Zadkiel would acknowledge his thanks for the item. Alek had never received something like this from anyone before. He just hoped it wouldn’t be used to suffocate him. He had a heart condition. Surgery had helped him live since he had been born, but it didn’t excuse the fact that his heart was still considerably weaker than usual peoples’ hearts. If Zadkiel were to cut off his air supply slowly with the intention of making Alek suffer, then he would surely pass out because of the lack of oxygen his heart was able to process. Without the air in his blood, his heart wouldn’t be able to accommodate the new bodily status.

Walking a little faster, he caught up to Zad and walked slightly beside him and still slightly behind him. It would be rude and inappropriate to take lead when he was of a lower social status. Trying to breathe deeply in preparation for his new life, he did find the collar a little constricting. He couldn’t turn his head without it being uncomfortable. He didn’t want to think of how it would feel if he tried to look down.

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