Ruined Innocence [male]

[Zadkiel]

Zadkiel walked towards the outside of the trading rings, not caring all that much that he now had a name to call his new pet. It was a strange name though, and he couldn’t help but think about it for a few seconds, musing as he walked and he began to twirl his spear casually. It wasn’t as if there was much to do right now, and despite the voices commenting to him that things weren’t going as they should be the angel seemed to calm himself gradually. He wasn’t one to stay mad, and like a brilliant actor his mood seemed to settle, the rage and insanity only hiding within him rather than letting it out. He didn’t want to be in the newspapers yet, he still had a lot of work to do in secret.

It took rather a while to get back to his house, which was out of the main region of the city. It didn’t look too grand from the outside, more like a simple cottage an old lady might live in within a fairy tale. He didn’t like it this way, and he would have preferred a castle or some kind of dungeon with thrones, but this would have to do for now. He kicked the door which opened with a rather large bang and walked in. The smell of the dead stunk out the house, and a small blood trail led up the stairs. “Your first job is to clean this mess up... “ He was obviously talking about the bloody trail and whatever was left of the bodies now.

There was a bark and a horribly large dog with blood falling down it’s muzzle ran up to the angel, sitting in front of him and looking utterly excited. Zadkiel seemed to be pleased at the creature and petted it gently, luckily for Alek the dogs the angel had invited into his home had gotten rid of most of the bodies that were left.

[Aleksandr Orlov]

Alek believed that the worst of tonight was over. He would glance at his master from the corner of his eye but then look straight ahead to avoid being caught staring. There were features of Zadkiel’s face that caught Alek’s eye. The exaggerated droop to his nose, his slim waist that made him look like a pin but flared upwards to a muscular chest, as well as his strange eyes. They were green, but somehow, they were odd and different. He wasn’t one to initiate physical contact without trust and a long developed sense of safety around a person, but Alek wanted to touch his master. Of all the things that intrigued him about Zadkiel, his wings were the most interesting to him. Alek had prepared for his worst idea of a master, a vampire or a demon, but he hadn’t thought that an angel would purchase him. Of course, Zadkiel couldn’t be considered a perfect angel since he did seem cruel in a way at times. When he had attacked his seller, he had said some things he hadn’t quite understood the exact meaning of, but he was cruel in a way.

However, no matter how he viewed his master, it didn’t change the fact that he was attractive. Aleksandr wasn’t attracted to him in a way that he would have a crush on the man based off his looks, but Zadkiel was attractive in the way that Alek could appreciate and acknowledge his beauty. He would surely attract many women to him because of his features. Alek had a similar sense to his beauty. His had a feminine side to it that attracted many people, but he didn’t think he was attractive. He was disgusting, that was why his parents had abandoned him. But Zadkiel was genuinely attractive and Alek couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy toward the angel. He wasn’t disgusting or abandoned.

It took a while for them to reach his new home and when he saw it, he thought that it didn’t suit Zadkiel. From what he had seen of the man, this wasn’t what Alek expected his house to look like. Flinching when Zadkiel kicked the door in—not expecting the loud bang or the sudden action—his nose was assaulted with the horrible stench of the house. He immediately covered his nose and mouth, trying to keep the little amount of food left in his stomach exactly where it was now. He looked around the house and noted the pictures on the walls. The photos weren’t of Zadkiel at all. None of the pictures hanging in the house had any sign of the angel. Instead, it looked like a couple had lived here. Alek wondered what happened to them

Looking at Zadkiel as he told him what he was supposed to do, he felt sick to his stomach. Mess, what had caused death to reek his entire house that could be considered a ‘mess’? Nodding his head to his master, he looked around trying to figure out where he should start. The smell got stronger the further he moved into the house. He was still in the main living room area that they had entered in and the scent was already unbearable. Looking over to his master, he wondered if Zadkiel would be angry if he asked a few questions. Of course, the questions would be to help him clean up, but the angel had still told him to shut up.

“Excuse me Zadkiel,” Alek spoke hesitantly, his nose still covered. Alek hoped his master wouldn’t consider it rude and would understand that to a simple human, the smell was simply putrid. “but do you have bleach or something for me to clean with? It would get rid of the smell and mess easier,” he trailed off, looking to the stairs and dreading what he would find after following the trail. Alek just hoped that he wouldn’t be sick and have to clean that up as well. He also hoped that Zadkiel wouldn’t get angry with him if he did happen to vomit inside the house. It wasn’t uncommon or unheard of for masters to get angry with servants for vomiting.

As soon as he was about to turn to analyse what needed to be done, a barking noise accompanied by a large dog entered the house. Shouting a little loudly in reaction to the large dog and blood immediately noticed on its muzzle, Alek backed away from the dog, into the wall hard, a picture frame falling and landing on the ground. He flinched to the large creature, memories flooding in. The vampires had dogs; they used them to scare their slaves into behaving. They couldn’t just bite them every time they were bad. “Master, I need some chemicals to clean. Um, where are they?” his voice shook and his body quivered as he stayed against the wall, as far away from the dog as he could. The mess had been the least of his worries. Now he had to consider what he would have to clean up, how to avoid the large dog as well as try not to anger his master. Alek’s life just got harder.

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[Zadkiel]

Zadkiel seemed more interested in the dog than anything else, stroking it's head as carefully as he could as he fussed it, telling the beast how well it and it's friends had done, whispering about how they had eaten more than he expected. He didn't realise just how scared the boy might have been of such a simple creature and with a strange sort of distant smile he looked up at Alek, he had asked about cleaning products, but how was he meant to know? It wasn't exactly his house, and he hadn't placed anything anywhere. "You will have to look around for cleaning things, I've only just arrived." He didn't appear angry, which was not exactly how he had been expected to act; this beast in front of him seemed to be rather calming and leaning his spear against the wall he took the sides of the dog's head and shook it playfully.

With a strange slowness he stood up once more, looking towards the picture frame that Alek had knocked on the floor. It didn't bother him too much, but he knew the dogs that rampaged his house might not enjoy it and he frowned slightly. "I would expect things like that to be in the kitchen..." He commented, walking across the floor in the direction of the room he had just mentioned. It was an extremely large kitchen, and it had a half eaten man laying within it, two dogs still gouging themselves on the flesh that remained. He seemed equally as pleased by these beasts and petted them gently on the head as he passed, walking through the blood as if it were no more than water.

[Aleksandr Orlov]

Alek watched as Zadkiel praised the dog, petting its head gently and looking like a regular dog person. He wondered why the angel was so kind to the animals. They were retched beasts that could attack people and were hard to train. He didn’t like the dogs and wanted them gone as soon as they were done whatever Zadkiel was praising them for. However, by the blood on the muzzle, Alek assumed that they were here for horrible reasons.

Zadkiel was kind enough to answer his question. He had thought that the angel would be mad that he hadn’t remained quiet but it turns out that the angel seemed neutral when the dog was around. But how could he have just arrived? And what did he mean by that? Alek assumed that this wasn’t Zadkiel’s house and that the blood had to have come from somewhere. Looking at the angel as he playfully pet the dog Alek was utterly confused. He couldn’t possibly be an angel, even with those wings.

As Zadkiel told him the cleaning supplies would most likely be in the kitchen, Alek noticed his look to the picture that had fallen. The man didn’t comment on it so Alek left it alone and followed him into the kitchen. The sight that greeted his eyes caused him to double over and vomit right in the entranceway to the kitchen. This was disgusting. This was horrifying and this man was his master. Would he have to endure these acts for the rest of his life with Zad? He saw the angel pet the dogs as they ate, stepping in the blood as he went. Did Zadkiel understand what had happened here? How could he be an angel if these people had been murdered? Why didn’t he call the police upon finding them murdered? Unless . . . it slowly came to Alek; unless Zadkiel killed them himself.

Standing up on shaky legs, he skirted around the scene, avoiding the blood as much as possible, as well as the dogs. He stood next to the sink, his eyes still on the dogs as he slowly bent down to search for bleach. Opening the cupboards, he was worried he’d find worse inside but found nothing out of the ordinary. Searching for the bleach didn’t take long, but as soon as he stood up with the proper cleaning supplies in his hand, he felt light headed and sick again. The collar was still uncomfortably tight around his neck and after being placed in this situation, he felt as if he was suffocating. Would it help to plead with the angel?

“Master. Please. Can you loosen the collar? I can’t breathe in here. I have a weak heart, please. I promise to clean this up faster if I could breathe,” he felt his body sagging, demanding better air in his blood. The need and ability to breathe deeply denied to him. Alek hoped that his master wouldn’t get angry to the request. He wiped his mouth, noting that he had blood on his chest. He must have touched something when he was vomiting. His eyes felt heavy and like they were about to roll to the back of his head. Aleksandr lost his balance briefly, slamming into the counter before he regained himself. The blood wasn’t his own and it was warm. It covered the scar that ran down his entire chest from his heart surgery as a newborn. He couldn’t do this. But he had to. If he wanted to live, he would have to listen to Zadkiel. Alek didn’t want to know the pain this man would put him through if he failed.

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[Zadkiel]

Strange green eyes watched every movement the young man made, making sure to take in every reaction and note down what caused it. Zadkiel had already noted just how afraid of dogs Alek seemed to be, and it was obvious now the sight of blood was a little too much for him; what a pity, he'd most likely be seeing a lot more of it from now on, it was the angel's job after all. With elegance and grace he lifted himself onto one of the kitchen counters, sitting and crossing his legs enough to let one of the dogs that was sniffing it a harder time of doing so. He had ti say he wasn't too impressed with all this vomiting the boy was doing, surely he would have a stronger stomach from living as a slave for how long? The human race really did keep surprising him since he had been down here, and it was clear it wasn't going to end there.

He sat idly by, watching but doing very little else when Alek spoke again it seemed to almost shock him, as if he hadn't been expecting it at all. Of course his shock was quiet, and barely noticeable compared to most people, but he frowned never the less at how a simple thing had surprised him. 'If he keeps making requests he'll not learn!' 'Just kill him and get another' 'Give him a chance~' All the voices seemed to be driving the angel nuts, but despite his cruel nature there was always one that contradicted the others and gave a slight sense of hope to anyone who might have heard them to. "Fine... " He finally muttered, clicking his fingers and releasing the collar until it was almost as if it were created as a short necklace. "But I don't want to hear anymore from you!" That last piece was more of a demand than a request, and even the dogs cowered a little.

Lifting his spear a little higher than usual, he struck it down into the floor below, where it seemed to pierce the floor easily, resting there once the angel had let it go. He wasn't one for holding onto weapons when he needed them; and he sure as heaven could kill this boy if there was any hint of an attack. Zadkiel lifted his foot now onto the counter and stared at the blood unimpressed before placing it under the kitchen tap and running it. It must have been a strange sight, because the look on his face while doing this was rather innocent and relaxed, unlike he had just been.

[Aleksandr Orlov]

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