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    "Now you know what to do?"
    The child nodded, his shaggy mop of golden curls gleaming in the early morning sun. They sat on the low wall fronting the house together, this little child no more than five, and the daemon hunched, balancing on the balls of his feet, shadow cast long across the cobbles. The market had not yet woken, and the sun had just risen, glorious and merciless.
    "Good good. And what do you tell them when they ask why you did it?"
    "Aniketos told me."
    "He did? What a horrible man. Just awful."
    "He made me do things!"
    "I know. Now, off you go. It's all for the greater good."
    Kaahn patted the boy-child's curly head and watched him toddle back into the house through the slip of the open door and into darkness. The bread knife was in easy reach and he was quite amused with himself and shocked besides that he'd not seen it before. The young were always excellent targets, weak, pliable, he was a fool for not acting on it sooner, for he was if nothing else, a predator. And nature deemed that the predators fed off the weak. How easy it was to reach out and wind a defenseless being such as one of their young to commit such a heinous act. How wonderful, that they would never see it coming, not from their own son, their baby, their cherished one. He smiled up at the sun, peeping over the lip of the roof opposite, apparently oblivious to the sudden heartrending shriek that rose from the house behind, then turned and idly tore up a fistful of geraniums from the planter beside him. The petals were so bright and festive, like spots of blood as he scattered them, humming beneath his breath and watching them flutter onto the cobbles.
    "She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me no- oh damn. Again. She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me...she...loves me not. She loves me! Wait two petals? Curse you nature and your trickery, cheating ways! She loves me not. As if I needed a flower to tell me that."
    He crushed the last one in his fist and cast it away, withered and pathetic to fall at his feet.
    "Donnel why?! Don't! Put it down! Stop!"
    He scratched at the back of his neck idly, then stood with little care for petals underfoot, or any apparent haste. Why rush? After all, someone would know sooner or later, and then it would be all over the city. Oh it wasn't the first. The fifth, actually, in as many days. All of them the same. It was immensly fun, and all at random too, which made it all the harder to follow. Each time it got a little more extravagant. Suffocation, a brutal stabbing, pushed into the hearth...he wondered how many children would go through the same process in different ways before they ran out of ideas. It was fascinating to watch what they came up with, each one possibly relating to some carnal need in their as of yet barely formed personalities.

    His ornaments tinkled lightly as he sauntered casual as a cat that's been at the cream along the street, and nimbly climbed the side of the last building, digging fingers and toes into the stone which gave underneath his warm skin easily, leaving gouges that sagged like pudding behind him. The metallic tang of the warp filled the air around him, and he rolled his tongue about his mouth, delighting in the taste of raw magic that was himself, of blood and desire both, and a terrible insatiable hunger.
    The rooftops were warm already with the morning sun, and it was there that he waited, and watched as the street began to fill with hawkers and traders, then gradually the people of all shapes and colours, servants and nobles, commoners and thieves. He watched as a stringy youth purloined a hot pie from a bakers cart, then yelped at the self inflicted burn. When he was noticed a wild chase began shoving people aside left right and center. Naturally he interfered, it was within his limits, and his interests, and he fixed his gaze on several laborers unloading a wagon of fresh vegetables ahead. Kaahn grinned, passing his tongue over his lips, then bound his hands to one of them as he lifted one of the large sacks. Forced to mirror his motion, the man unable to control his own limbs turned and hurled the sack of marrows right into the face of the pursuing baker, sending him sprawling in a tangle of limbs along with several bystanders. There were cries of pain and anger and confusion, produce rolling all over the street and tripping more people, wagoners held up and whipping their beasts at the delays.
    Feeling quite self satisfied after this, the incubus released the unfortunate man and slid from his perch back to the street to get a closer look, before becoming distracted halfway there by a stall full of shiny shiny things. He didn't even know what half of them were but they were pretty, and shiny, and he paused to examine a long hatpin, cooing in delight. For all he knew it was an ornamental torture device.
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    It was practically heaven; though perhaps still a bit chill for his tastes, but the morning sun would soon burn away the lingering chill of night making promise to a beautiful and warm summer day. Of course the breeze off the ocean wasn’t helping the kitsune feel any warmer. Stretching his legs out one last time and wiggling his toes in the morning air Vitamy stood and started the quick and for him graceful decent from the crow’s nest to the deck of his ship. They wouldn’t be setting sail until the morrow, today was a day of loading up cargo, a task he left to his men as he made last minuet preparations, though he had none that he could think of to do. Everything was set for tomorrows embarking, so he figured he’d make another round of the market before leaving the port until winter came again. He dreaded the winter; the summer was just so much more pleasant to him, what with the warm air, sweet fruits, and the lessened need for layers of clothing. For him that meant he could wear his usual and more comfortable outfit of dark cloth wrapped around his waist and golden adornments. Though tomorrow and much of his stay out on the sea would require pants over the less confining kilt, but such as life.

    Ah life, especially the hustle and bustle of a port-city market was nothing but extraordinary. The kistune didn’t even mind when the crowds got so thick that people bumped into him, as the sound of a muffled sorry tickled his ears and eye contact while not always made led to interesting interactions. Something as simple as a shy smile when they saw who they had bumped into or even the angry glare from a person in a rush was a thing of interest to the ever curious Kitsune. One might think that given the number of years Vitamy had spent alive and traveling that the simple things would stop to astound and amuse him, but instead it was because they were so simple and oft overlooked that he found profound enjoyment in them. The only thing that might not have been of the utmost enjoyment was the occasional child tugging at his tails in wonder, though he quickly forgave them their offense. Children were precious after all, a testament to life and all it had to give.

    A tumbling vegetable bounced against his foot and distracted him from the crowd around him. Ears flicking he looked down at the offending object and then up the road from which it had come. His ears fell in disdain at the commotion. Delayed wagoners, meant delays for him, though taking another glance at the reason for the delay he could not imagine it would set him back too much. They would still set sail the next morning, a small delay like this or not. A larger delay would have been frustrating and cause him to rework his plans for departure, delays on the sea were unavoidable and he already had factored such possibilities into his trip, it was delays on land that he was not as good about accounting for. He gave a little shake of his head before turning away from the commotion and back to just the crowd in general. Slipping over to the side where the merchant stalls were he casually browsed their wares, with little intention of buying anything.
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    He casually turned the hat pin between his fingers just so, watching as the light spilled along its edge, then gripped it and firmly slammed it point down, piercing the flesh that crawled so slowly across the top of the stall towards him. As if he hadn't seen it, it was so clumsy and it seemed that with one theft attempt becoming a success, others were emboldened to try. The scream it elicited was incomparable to anything he could think of, at least offhandedly. The shiver of joy that crept down his spine was such as one might get from the coolest breeze on freshly naked skin, barely there but for the pleasurable tickle that gave it away and set the skin to rising in a million tiny bumps.
    "My hand! My hand! Oh god it hurts, please! Please take it out!"
    The stall owner had turned from watching the newest person to stare at them in shock, both the squirming urchin and the thoughtful daemon who didn't look sorry in the slightest.
    "Hm..ah...heh, no."
    People were faltering and stopping as the shrieking of the street child drew their attention to it, to the pin buried up to the jeweled end between the bones of his hand that held the flesh fast to the wood, and the one still holding it.
    "Please!"
    "You really shouldn't get caught you know. Or at least, you should make sure you're pretty good before you try going after something pricey."
    "I'll never do it again!"
    "You're right about that, you do know what the penalty for theft is, right?" Kaahn leered, then gestured with a tinkle at the paralyzed stall holder whose eyes were shifting back and forth as though he were the one caught in the act, not the urchin impaled on his stall. Great for business, everyone should have at least one child nailed to their sign to draw the crowds, only for some reason that behaviour wasn't tolerated.
    "N-no..you wouldn't..."
    He twisted the pin, drawing a squeak which quickly turned to a moan.
    "What makes you think that? I'd be doing this good man a service and taking a criminal off the street!"
    He could have laughed at the way the little fleshling paled, and did, quite loudly right in his face, then gave the pin another twist and ripped it free, allowing the kid to sink to floor, probably weak with his awesomeness. Or the blood that was leaking from his hand, or both. The pin went into his mouth, the fresh ferrous taste bursting in his mouth and dilating his pupils as he walked on the edge of a blood frenzy. It hadn't been what he'd initially had in mind but he was warming to the idea.

    "You want this back?"
    He suddenly whirled, leaning in the owner's face, the pin held in the breath between them. He could see every single strand of separate hair in the man's mustache, the pores in his skin and the light sheen of fear-sweat. The glassy cast to his eyes and the burning orange reflection of his own, enlarged and distorted there.
    "N...y-you.."
    "Oh thank you, how kind!"
    He stuck the still sticky pin through his hair and beamed savagely, even as the man took a hurried step back and almost fell over the low box he'd been sitting on before the boy had tried to steal the shiny shiny things.
    "You're a psychopath!"
    "And you have bugs under your skin. Shouldn't you get that looked at, you know, before they eat your organs?"
    The sharp tang of the warp lingered again and he smiled just a touch wickedly as the man began screaming and clawing at his own skin, and the thumb sized lumps that scrabbled underneath it slowly. How terrible for him.
    "I do hope it's not contagious."
    The daemon took a half step back, then snarled in the other potential buyer's face quite suddenly turning from sugar and cream to full on psychotic frothing rage.
    "What the hell are you looking at, Lady?"
    It took him half a second to realize that it wasn't in fact a lady but the complete opposite, though that honestly changed nothing and everything. The rage was gone, just like that, and as he stood sizing Vitamy up, one arm flicked out and shoved the nearest bystander over into the crowd directly into the path of a horse and cart. Carving up the street was looking very appealing right now.
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    The shrill pained scream of the would-be thief caused the kitsune’s ears to prick up in shock. How he despised sharp sounds like that, far too sudden for his sensitive ears. The squeal of an unoiled cog or wheel he could handle despite it being a more grating sound, but a scream of high pitched quality from a living creature was a different matter. He could not blame his ears for the cringe that they caused upon hearing such sounds; it was just a defensive measure after all to warn him against going in the direction of such a scream. But will he was normally more than happy to turn from such sounds; it was a bit more difficult in this instance when the source of the sound was not more than five feet away from him.

    A curious bit of a scene to be sure, a demon with an odd sense of justice though Vitamy was sure it was more an action the demon found entertaining than for any lawful reasoning behind the action. Part of the kitsune felt bad for the boy, but the other part of him felt he was rightly getting what he deserved. Thieves were pretty low on his scale of tolerance, and he’d not have batted an eye should the demon decide to cut the boy’s hand off right there in the street in front of all those people. However, that did not mean he was about to get himself involved in such a spectacle.

    With a light lift to his shoulders he made to turn away from the rest of the exchange between the demon and the merchant, though it was more the demon speaking aloud than the merchant actually engaging in any sort of communication with the creature. It was the man’s screams that returned the kitsune’s attention to the conversation at hand. Paling considerably it took sheer force of will not to vomit upon the ground at the sight of the man clawing at his own skin. He would say that few things upset his stomach, but few things compared to bugs crawling beneath one’s skin.

    His attention had been so grabbed by the screaming man that he had not noticed the demon move until the snarl. Ears perked back up and swiveled in the direction of the demon. There was no point taking a step back at this time, though he had plenty of room to do so as many of the onlookers had had the sense to get out of the area before they became the demon’s next victim. Unluckily for Vitamy that his curiosity had kept him in his spot for longer than would have been usual for him.

    Vitamy had to check to either side of him at the word lady before he realized that the demon had indeed addressed him. Now it was at this point that he wasn’t sure if he should take offense at the gender confusion. It should have been abundantly clear that he was no woman merely by the garb he wore despite perhaps his less than masculine face. His tails gave a startled flick as the demon’s arm snapped out much like a striking snake to push some poor sod, clearly one of the few like Vitamy who had not gotten out of the area quick enough, into an oncoming horse and cart.

    Demons were often hard to read, so the words the kitsune was about to speak had to be thought out. There was the option to offend or anger the demon, which really didn’t seem like a smart idea. One could entertain the demon’s whimsy, though on most occasions the kitsune was not a fan of giving amusements to demons. Half-demons were another story though; they tended to be a bit tamer and had a degree of manners. Vitamy had known certain varieties of demons to be quite agreeable folks, though this one before him did not seem to fall into such a category. The last option was to try and bore the demon into picking someone else to torment.

    “You, obviously,” he decided upon, it could be one of two options of the aforementioned list. He could piss off the demon with such a remark or it could engage the demon into finding the kitsune of the entertaining sort. Though there was a small chance such a comment might just bore the demon as well. Vitamy’s logic was to tempt the demon away from causing any more delays in the market, which were often translated into delays for the kitsune. There was also that small glimmer of kindness from Vitamy that wished for no one else to have to suffer from the demon’s idea of a good time.
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    Hair as red as the merciless sun dying on the anvil, soft skin and delicate features...yes, he'd certainly enjoy seeing how loud he'd scream when he pried those fluffy little appendages off the top of his head. Kaahn didn't even deign to bat an eyelid when the crack of popping ribs under hooves and the drawn-short gurgle sounded right beside them. People were milling this way and that, though the pocket of space around them stayed the same, he canted his head with a light jingling from his ornaments, straining to catch the last bubbles of blood trapped in crushed lungs.
    He wasn't walking a fine line, but dancing on it, skipping and cavorting with chaos. Or perhaps he'd already gone so far as to never come back except for a passing visit, right before he threw himself gleefully back into the mess he'd created. Soon it would start afresh, the screaming mob that turned into a riot of confusion between the terrified and the beguiled, fighting and clawing like animals to get out of their cage of flesh.

    Would this foxy best man be the one hanging by his own entrails this time? Figuratively of course, repetition with such acts grew dull, unless someone was trying to make a very hard point driven home without getting caught, but where was the fun in that? The point of leaving them in such a state was so that someone knew and spread the word.
    His eyes glittered maliciously at the retort, and he stretched up onto tiptoe, arms raised above his head and fingers spread in a luxurious stretch that pulled every muscle of his being taught.
    "Praise be! Someone with a little bit of backbone!"
    That could be fun! Right after he'd accumulated a good stock of bodies, maybe then he'd ravish this one on the jewellery stall so he could be surrounded by shiny pretty things right before he began peeling fat strips of skin off his hide and making him eat them.
    A throb of dull pain assaulted his senses in the back of his head and he frowned, shuddering a little at the presence of his bonded partner and her discomfort. Strong, that the misery she felt should touch him in such a manner. Not that it mattered, it wouldn't be long now before she snapped and gave him what little he hadn't already taken. And then freedom, real freedom, not this sham, this mockery that kept him tied to anyone but himself, those petty rules that prevented him from doing certain things. It wasn't enough that there were so few anyway, that there were any at all was the problem, and no doubt when she heard about this she'd make more.

    Kaahn pulled his tongue through his teeth in distaste then huffed a soft laugh under his breath and tickled the kitsune with his own seductive influence. Maybe he'd just keep him for a pet for a while. He was unusual, and the tails looked like fun to toy with.
    "What do you think I should do with that spine of yours? Come on, give me some ideas, there's little enough to inspire a peasant much less a king here..."
    One hand rose to stroke his chin thoughtfully while he regarded Vitamy, the other resting casually on his hip, tapping with two fingers while his tail flicked in an agitated manner behind him.
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    For the time being Vitamy stood his ground, letting the rest of the crowd ease around the demon and him as if water around a boulder. Though not quite, because unlike the water these people had no desire to touch this boulder. It was as if time itself had slowed down and the Kitsune was acutely aware of a growing sense of dread. Perhaps running would have been a better option, as he was quick on his feet and few things became an obstacle to him, so eluding the demon could have been an easier feat than standing toe to toe with the creature with only a handful of spells currently at his disposal. Not all demons were unreasonable beings, but the Kitsune was certain this was not one demon for which polite conversation and company could be kept.

    The bone popping and gurgle of death barely registered to the Kitsune as the majority of his attention was upon the very real threat of the demon before him. His ears flattened back a bit at the sudden movement and words, and he couldn’t help but startle a bit at it as well despite his best efforts to remain still in the face of this daunting individual. There was no doubt the demon’s mind was turning over ideas as to what to do with him and Vitamy was certain he would not like any outcome that was to occur.

    A small bit of tension eased out of Vitamy when he noticed the demon give a shudder. Something was keeping the demon tethered from doing anything truly horrendous, or at least that was what Vitamy hoped the shudder was indicative of. He took was comfort he could in the gesture, false or not. He gathered his wits about him, having been able to at least keep a straight face through the demon’s actions and words.

    That tickle of seductive influence so subtle upon the Kitsune’s mind that the response to the demon felt natural and not at all aided by the demon’s influence. “You think yourself a king?” questioned the kitsune a brow popping and a light smirk playing upon his face, as a small amount of confidence returned to him, “I never knew a king to wear such little clothing.” Which actually wasn’t true, the Kitsune had run across plenty of kings who wore scant clothing, but they were only considered kings by their own people more often than not. Then there was of course the consideration of a king enjoying more carnal pleasures, where clothing was optional if even needed at all.

    Vitamy would have to admit that the demon was attractive in a way, but perhaps he would later blame that seductive influence for such a thought. Golden eyes traversed the demon’s body, as if sizing him up, but truly it was a more appreciative manner as they lingered a moment upon the demon’s stomach and lower. Giving a slight shake of the head and a scoffing laugh at his own thoughts he met the demon’s eyes straight on with his own, showing no hint of fear at the being that stood before him. “Well I do prefer my spine in one piece, despite how flexible it might be, it will break,” the Kitsune replied with a touch of a purr in his voice.

    Tails swaying slightly Vitamy reached out a hand to run his claws lightly over the demon’s hip and circle around the other. Keeping a bit of sway to his hips as he moved around the demon, and keeping his eyes up on the demon’s face as he went. Turning from helpless pray into peer predator his claws dragged gently from one hip to the demon’s own spine. “What about your own? All talk and random acts of violence?” he asked his voice still holding that low purr as he made a full circle around the demon, those claws having trailed their way lightly around the demon as well, while his eyes never left their hold upon the demon’s face. “Surely there is some intelligence in there, or is it all beast?” He was treading a dangerous line leading the demon along in such a way, but it was the way he played his own games and it was oddly comfortable.
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    Brave. That was the word he was looking for. Brave, or incredibly stupid. Was it bravery to stand there and listen to the screams of a dying man, with only the slightest indication that he'd heard and registered it at all? Or was it fear that paralyzed him there to the spot? The rushing ebb and flow of the tide of emotions that the daemon allowed to govern his own actions raged around him as surely as the suddenly foaming sea of people that swelled with desperation, fighting to get away from them, the single solid unmoving rock in the storm.

    One brow arched, then fell in a scowl as he wrinkled his nose in a derisive sneer. Of course he was a king, king of the third level where the dust choked and stuck in the throat, where the heat was a wash of delight so great that you'd be seared to a crisp before you began to care. Three levels and three merciless suns beating down on the sun's anvil that for some reason, he'd taken. He hadn't wanted it then, not really, not even now. But he'd taken it anyway, because he could, because to do so would be to deprive everyone else of the right, of course. It was his now, and his darkened court was always in motion, a terrible pantomime of lechery and greed unsated.
    Not that he could blame his loyal subjects for doing what they were best at. It was better, or worse, than the best that these petty mortal brothels could offer, and that was probably why it was so goddamned easy to lure them in. Because despite everything, everyone did at some point in their lives, want to feel loved, or at the very least, drown themselves in sensations until they felt everything so vividly it burned them out entirely.

    "I don't think so. I know so." He sneered derisively. Of course there was that small problem that his tethered companion, so made to entrap and ensorcel him was still very much alive, and thus limiting his power...but with time, he'd see to that. He still needed her to form his link to their plane, unless he managed to fool some poor sod into opening a nether portal before then...well it didn't matter right now, so long as she didn't die. Once her role had been fulfilled he'd dispatch her and go about his business.
    "Known many kings have you? Prideful things, aren't they?"
    His eyes glittered harshly with the light of dying suns before he whirled on the spot, one hand stretched out to the heavens while the sea of human activity trickled away around them. "So hellbent on keeping up appearances...I've seen mortal kings, wrap themselves as tightly as a babe in swaddling with their wealth that they would die from the sun's touch..." He drew his hand down, clenched it into a fist, the tendons in his arm standing out taught with the motion. "That isn't power. Only a fool leading more fools." He knew what had happened to the last Prime world that he'd been let loose on, some fourteen hundred years by their count here. He opened it up, showed them exactly what happened when you played with fire, where the border of reality frayed and what happened then but they all lost it and ruined it themselves. Mortal minds were just too fragile to cope. Most minds were, including his.

    "How far do you think it will bend before it does break?"
    His gaze followed the Kitsune as he moved, the slow lascivious smile making its way onto his lips at the feather-light touch of the claws on his skin, caressing his spine and resisting the urge to shiver. It was only natural of course, it was what he did. "There are beasts more intelligent than any man out there little fox. But then, I'm no man." Kaahn wasn't about to try to trick himself into believing that he was the smartest being alive out there. There had to be at least one that was greater than he, and that one was the one that had made him, given his existence over to reality. He refused to believe it was a simple accident. That was what the gods in their many thousand faces were for. They were the gods, they didn't make mistakes.
    He canted his head, and viewed the fox-man through half lidded eyes, feeling the bloodlust abate somewhat. If everything went as he intended, he'd soon join them to their ascended status, literally stealing the plan from his bonded partner. Foolish that she thought ascending to godhood would better herself in the eyes of all those that cast her down. Nobody cared. She'd soon learn, when she was reaching up for him while the sands drank of her blood.
    "How much beast is in you, Kitsune? Show me."
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    “You must be a long way from your kingdom then,” said the Kitsune canting his head to one side. “I’ve known my fair share of kings yes. Some are very prideful. Are you? Or are you one of the paranoid ones? Or perhaps you are the rare king that enjoys his wealth and station in ways most could never imagine? Because clearly you are not the generous king who gives to his subjects without any concern for his wealth.” There were a few other varieties of kings, but Vitamy did not feel like spelling them all out. While kings were interesting company to keep they weren’t nearly as much fun as the common folk, must were too stuffy or too engorged (in many meanings of the word). On occasion he did meet a king he particularly liked, though he much preferred chieftains than actual kings. Perhaps that was due to his own heritage being more tribal.

    The kitsune drew his hand back to himself feeling for once a bit underdressed in another presence. It was a curious feeling, for he never had any issue being fully nude in the presence of anyone. But this demon set off all kinds of warning bells in him, yet he continued to ignore those warnings just to keep the demon busy long enough to the bystanders to scurry away. At least that was what he was telling himself. Vitamy’s tails twitched with a touch of anger at being asked about being a beast. He knew of kitsune’s that had given in to their inner demons, but he would not be one of them. He had cultivated his life into a civilized one befitting of the societies of the world. At least of the large societies of the world. The question was an insult to him.

    “No,” said Vitamy shaking his head, “I have no beast in me.” He broke eye contact with the demon to see if perhaps there was some direction in which he could go, because this conversation was over. There was too much to do to be wasted on entertaining a demon.
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    The demon rolled his shoulders in a small shrug at the observation, humming deep in his throat.
    "Am I? My kingdom is so tightly intertwined with yours little fox, that it is never far from reach."
    Truly, even now he could feel a dozen sleeping inhabitants rousing and slipping deeper through the gates of one realm to the next, closer than death. They were everywhere, people changing shifts on the job, sliding into easy reach, or out of it again, depending on their cycle. The Planes were everywhere, always running parallel, over and under, even through one another, sometimes blending so faultlessly that it was difficult to tell where one began and the other ended. And with dreams...who could tell? It was a power unto itself, so slippery and dangerous to attempt to master without having it infect you just as surely, a disease of the mind that crossed the real with the fictional. Even he, born of it, could never guarantee what would happen.
    Like when his little black bitch had twisted everything on it's head, hidden herself so acutely from him and torn that cursed human from his shrieking grasp.
    But she'd paid.

    But was it enough?

    Nothing was ever enough. His tongue pressed hard against his teeth inside his mouth, rolling over points and sharp edges, assessing.
    "That depends on what you call wealth. Everything has a price. Especially people. What's yours, I wonder?"
    Some men dreamed of gold, others of power, some of sad little emotions like love. In dreams, they could have whatever they wanted from him, providing they held up their end of the bargain. In reality...well, things had consequences of course. He was more than willing the rob the nearest moneylender and spread his innards along the entire length of the Kaadian Way if need be, no mean feat in itself. But the price was always more than anyone was willing to pay to tangle with him, knowing his nature.
    Unless they didn't.

    "Are you sure?"
    His face cracked in a wide grin as the last word snaked from his mouth, his influence suddenly bearing down on the Kitsune heavily, a breath snatching tide of emotion that beguiled and dug its claws under his skin, crawling and insinuating itself.
    Admiration, loyalty, worship, devotion....you belong to me, little fox.

    ((Grossing myself out here.))
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    The Kitsune had hoped to escape this demon’s company, but he found himself drawn back in by an offending question. Though perhaps not that offending, as he had the same view. There was always a price, sometimes it was an easy price to achieve while other times it was more complex. Of course he did like to believe he had no price attached directly to himself just to his wealth. “Anything I need I can get, there is nothing I cannot obtain if I so wish,” said Vitamy with something of an exasperated sigh in response to the demon’s question. And it was true; there was seldom a thing he could not procure if he put his resources at work for it.

    Bared teeth and a soft growl came in response to the other inquiry, not doing much to dissuade about his inner beast. “Yes I am sure,” he reiterated, not bothering to explain to the demon how he suppressed such urges. Though privately he would admit that it wasn’t always easy, once his kind received their fifth tail the battle became harder. Many who got their fifth tail became very beastial, a cursed magic coming over them; and thus it was rare to see a kitsune with more than five tails.

    Vitamy’s ears gave a little twitch the demon’s subtle magic working its way into his mind. Granted he was not a weak-minded individual but certain magic had better effect on him. Particularly those that were more subtle and seductive in nature. He wouldn’t even be aware of such effects until it was too late. All thought of trying to get away from the demon and this conversation floated away, and he forgot that he still had much more to do before he could set sail tomorrow. He was trapped without knowing it.
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    The Kitsune's disgust and obvious desire to get away from him only intrigued the daemon further, drawing his attention to focus fully and completely on him. What was so important that he couldn't leave off and go for a wander? That alone was enough to pique his curiosity and abate the wild lust swelling within him. Breaking this one could wait, there were other things that could just as easily be done first. And perhaps a slower and more intricate game would be more fun. Corrupting those so steeped in goodness was simply delicious, especially when they actually cared what happened to themselves and became aware of their own actions.

    This one was perhaps not quite so, but whatever it was that was drawing him away and out of the creature's clutches wasn't going to win. He had already decided adamantly against that.
    "What. A. Shame."
    Each word was clipped and precise, snipped off neatly between his teeth, and he flicked his serpents tongue over his lower lip sensuously in thought. Those who repressed such desires were weaker than those who gave themselves wholly and unwanted to them. Neither could function right without that perfect balance. It reminded him of that naiad girl he'd encountered near the river...foolish, stupid, another who believed they could forever suppress their inner beast. No better than one such as Tekun, who sought to tame his with softly spoken hard promises, steeped in blood all the same. They were all monsters underneath, every last one of them.

    His insidious creeping presence wound itself like so much ribbon about his new friend, entangling and snaring Vitamy with ease, the trouble smoothing from his face in a most refreshing manner. Calm and restful, he was quite pleasant to gaze upon, though not nearly so exciting as when that anger had flashed in his eyes. Fascinating...
    "I do believe you should enlighten me on how you would get everything you wish. I would very much like to observe the practice. You and I..." His lips pulled back into a half snarl, a devious grin, "I think we're going to get on like a house on fire."
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    “There isn’t much to show,” said the kitsune, the demon’s magic making him quite forthcoming with his responses now. He didn’t try to fight the question or its answer, at least not consciously. That was not to say that his subconscious wasn’t still looking out for him and warning him that letting a demon in on the wealth and influence he possessed was as bad of an idea as they got.

    Imagine what a demon could do with the vast network of trading the kitsune had set up, or with the wealth he had secreted away over countless ages. The networking he had going with nobles and politicians alike could get someone in to inner circles that only a few enjoyed and even less could imagine. Connections and money were everything when it came to the merchant trade, if you expected to make any sort of profit from it. Vitamy was a rare gem among these enterprising individuals who thought there trade routes were just as profitable as the kitsune’s, as he did not waste his money on frivolous things such as whores, wine, ridiculously priced food, and other comforts many would have used their fortune for. No, instead the kitsune invested his wealth, and what he did not invest he hid away from the rest of the world; only spending what he needed to pay his men and survive. Though he did survive well, but often the food and drink he was given was a token of gratitude for the services his ships provided; same with the rooms he stayed in. This was not always the case, but more often than not he could get away with not paying for many things.

    “It is as you said: ‘everything has a price.’ And if I cannot afford it, which is seldom the case; I can trade for it, find it elsewhere, or take it,” he commented his ears up and alert as he grinned widely at Kaahn showing those sharp white canines. It was not often that he practiced the latter of the three procurement methods; just when people were being unreasonable or owed him payment, that was when he showed a side of him most did not see. Those that saw that side of him either did not cross him again, or were no longer in business with the kitsune much less anyone else. Vitamy did not destroy people with physical violence, instead he destroyed them financially.

    “As for other particular things that strike my fancy…” he purred and stepped in close to Kaahn reaching up a hand to place light clawed fingers on the back of the demon’s neck, “patience, cunning, and a little luck.” It was indeed like playing with fire this demon, and perhaps it was the other’s magic but the kitsune was starting to like it. As his skin touched against Kaahn’s that’s when the real heat of the fire consumed the kitsune, there would be no pulling away from the flames now. “But if you really need something to see,” he continued in that purring tone his lips mere millimeters from the other’s before he moved that hand on the demon’s neck to his cheek and turned Kaahn’s head gently turning his own as well. His eyes lighting up with a mix of pride and mischief as he looked down the street and peaking over the tops of the buildings were the pin pricks of wood and cloth that signified boats at harbor. “Pretty much every boat at dock is mine.”
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    (I'm sorry this is weirdly short. :I))

    A momentary disappointment skittered across his features, having anticipated with some relish the Kitsune's methods on show. Like a child peering through a window at a much wanted toy, only to have it taken from the shelf and sold to someone else. He pursed his lips in a pout, eyebrows arching in a manner that suggested he was much unimpressed with the situation.

    "Now you're talking my language." He purred, a sibilant laugh burbling in his throat. Taking things was easy if you knew how. Almost anyone could do it, the manner in which it was done however was the tricky part. Did you just do it by force? Tear it mercilessly from their grasping hands and claim it as your own, or did you operate with a smoother gait? Did you pluck it from their unsuspecting pocket while their attention was diverted? Or were you good enough to simply make them hand it over with little in the way of a show of force? Was your body the threat, or the vice? There were so many ways to manipulate, to puppeteer and command, often the hardest choice was not deciding if you wanted something there and then, but which method to use to go about getting it.
    Observation was key, after all.
    Even if that meant that after you'd already taken everything they loved, and decided you no longer wanted it, you could throw it all to hell right before their eyes. It wasn't that dissimilar to breaking a person in every which way.

    The Daemon eased a rumbling purr in the back of his throat at the other's touch, flashing a toothy grin that subsided when he gently guided his face to look along the street.
    "All of them? That's a lot of boats..."
    Well he couldn't really have done better than to pick the fancy merchant that happened to own most of the harbour, then. Fantastic, really. Was the universe just lining up coincidences for him in a streak of good luck, or was it something else more magical going on? Regardless of the answer, it was certainly uplifting, and despite the cold pit in his stomach at the thought of sea water, this one might be a keeper after all.
    He reached around the Kitsune, pure curiosity, and took a tail in hand, running his fingertips through the thick fur and making a soft coo of delight, then released it and danced a step away.
    "It seems that we have the entire street to ourselves. Let's take a walk, and view your exploits in all their majesty, shall we? I would very much like to hear more of yourself."
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    (I thought I posted this already...hopefully it doesn't double post)
    The kitsune smiled knowingly at the demon’s words; if he’d been a more sarcastic creature he would have made a quip about how of course it was the demon’s language. There was scarce a demon alive that did not speak in terms of take or be taken or in terms of kill or be killed. Of course you still had to know where your limits lay, a small insignificant demon would do well not to attempt to take from or kill a demon larger and more significant than they. It worked that way amongst merchants as well from time to time.

    As for Vitamy he had enough hired hands to make a show of force when necessary, but it was not his favorite thing to do. But if one wanted to stay on top in the world that was trade often being cutthroat was the only way to go. One could only be so nice before getting stabbed in the back. Thus he made sure that people knew he was serious when it came to debts and payment, while at the same time being merciful.

    There was seldom an item that he desired that he needed to take my force that did not already rightfully belong to him. So what Kaahn might be imagining compared to how the kitsune operated were likely two very different things. Vitamy abhorred theft and was particularly strict on thieves he found trying to steal from him. And extortion usually wasn’t his style unless he was trying to get people out of his market or trying to take over a new trade route. Individual items held little value to him in comparison to something that would expand his trading network.

    “And that’s just a handful of the boats that are at my command,” he said with a soft purr. The kitsune had a fleet of ships to rival almost any nation’s military fleet. Of course the number did not add up to firepower in the event of battle, but they were not without some form of defense.

    The fingers running through the fur on his tail sent a prickle up his spine and a small huff of disappointment came from him as Kaahn danced back a step. He was thankful it was not his ears though, if there was one appendage that was hypersensitive to touch it was his ears. Giving a flick of one of those ears he turned his head to consider what the demon had said, the street was indeed empty. Which meant Vitamy really had no reason to stay here any longer, but that linger magic kept him in the demon’s company. Now that he’d felt the heat off the other’s skin there was only one thing on his mind that he wished to do, curse his carnal nature.

    “And what more is it that you’d like to know?” asked Vitamy as he turned towards the harbor wondering if he could convince the demon to join him in his cabin upon the ship he most often sailed upon.
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    Kaahn had to admit, that while he found the Kitsune a curiosity, he wasn't interested in boats in the slightest. Boats floated on water though, which made them useful. Including salt water. And he hated the stuff, coarse and burning, but you know what the old children's rhymes said about running water being a protection from the dead and the unholy. Some things still rang true, even if they went unnoticed or unheeded.

    No, he wasn't really interested in the boats as such, but they were an easy way top open the man beside him up, to talk about what interested him, what things he liked and valued. And everyone had a price. He'd find his, and lure him away from his path of serenity into one of chaos. How lucky he was to have encountered someone of some note. It was all well and good taking and breaking the peasantry, but doing it to someone with wealth and reputation was another thing. Here was a game piece with value. And he did so love to covet the most shiny and precious things. Most especially if they came from unexpected places, like that one little thief he'd found sleeping in garbage and living on the scraps of civilization...but that was something else entirely. Here was something already well established.

    The fact that Vitamy had made it apparent that he was not simply the type to storm in and raid a possible rival was a bonus. Force was good, but sometimes delicacy was required, a more subtle note that if he possessed, could be incredibly useful. As useful as his spine no doubt, if it stayed in his body long enough. Perhaps he'd refrain from abusing his new toy to the extent it broke and instead improve on it. He might come in handy in the future, especially when it came to removing the infuriating boundaries that kept him lashed so firmly to that bitch of a drow.

    Turning his absent gaze away from the harbor, he watched Vitamy gazing along the street, sweeping his tail restlessly behind him. The impulse upon him, he let the air around him shiver, ripple like the surface of a pond once a stone had skipped across it. His horns shattered with a high whine, fragmenting and turned flat, tiny slivers of void in the open air that stretched and winked out of existence. Pain prickled across his skull as his ears made the effort to crawl up the side of his head, lengthen and fluff out with fur, flicking this way and then that at the distorted change in sound. His tail darkened to an impenetrable slash of night, then split into a full cluster of dark glossy appendages, as blue-black as his hair, tipped in bronze.
    Interesting. Oh he was still, most definitely a daemonic entity. But that was the fun thing, about being a master of his kind. One had the luxury to dream. To alter one's physical nature. It didn't however prevent the salt water's effect on him, and he still found an annoying seed of anxiety burrowed in his being when it came into consideration.
    Kaahn plucked a brass plaque from the stand full of the shiny trinkets, and turned it first this way, then that, examining his distorted reflection critically, ears flicking this way and that at every new sound.
    "Oh, everything. I do believe that we'll be the very best of friends, you and I. Especially once we're better acquainted." His tangerine eyes lifted from the image, the plaque clattering noisily as he cast it aside carelessly like so much trash, the metal crashing on the cobbles with a delightful cacophony. "What does a Kitsune like to do for fun?" His mouth stretched wide into a feral grin, brows lifting even as a deviousness came into his stance, eyes glittering with savagery.
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    Ears pricked up before giving a flick at the high whine, such a peculiar pitch that was wasn’t sure he had heard it a tall. Turning his head from its gaze down the road to the harbor the kitsune lifted a brow at what was occurring before his eyes. Now it wasn’t an entirely new thing to behold, he’d seen people turn in to animals and animals turn in to people; even he could shift his form to something more akin to an animal. However, it was slightly rarer to run across someone that could make smaller changes such as horns disappearing and a single tail becoming multiples. He felt it took a great deal more skill to make such subtle changes, or perhaps not; but he had to imagine so as it appeared to be a rare talent.

    Tails swayed slightly as he considered Kaahn who was no longer blatantly a demon but now held the appearance of a Kitsune. It was rare to come across his own kind naturally, thus rarer to have someone become one in a matter of minutes. It’d been so long since he had lain with one of his own kind that even a fake was an interesting prospect. For the moment though his golden eyes considered the other critically and found the other measured up well enough.

    Vitamy found the demon’s words a bit of a curiosity. Not because he did not have friends, but because he did not think he would call any of them ‘the very best of friends’. Which seemed a bit odd when one considered it, as the Kitsune was a rather emotionally open individual and shared the concept of love without a second thought but friendship was a different matter. Friendship was something a bit more intimate than love for the Kitsune. You could love your friends but you didn’t always have to be friends with the ones you loved. But perhaps that was because he found there were two kinds of love, one that was quick like a lightning strike and the other more subtle that burned longer and brighter in the end like a wildfire. The later also had a very subtle effect of burning strong for a while, dying down then coming back again; it was always there if not always shown. Friendship however was a bit trickier as it involved trust, and trust could be a fragile thing.

    “Well if you want to know everything, get better acquainted and know what this particular Kitsune does for fun then I suggest we start walking,” he said with a light mischievous laugh as he turned back around and started to walk towards the docks. His tails swayed slightly as he walked and he did not bother looking over his shoulder to see if the other was following, knowing that if the demon wanted anything from him then they would follow. “There is one thing I like to do more than anything else, I’m sure it’s obvious to one such as yourself; but still I’ll give you three guesses as to what it is. More fun having you say it out loud than for me to.”
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    Kaahn jogged on the spot for a moment, then laughed, low and predatory, and made to catch up with Vitamy in several long strides. After a moment he cartwheeled on ahead, then flipped over and walked swiftly alongside him on his hands. It made for a nice change, and the texture of the stones beneath his palms gave his feet a brief respite too.
    Tails all a-wagging, though he wasn't sure this was appropriate, more suited to dogs than anything, he hopped and skipped alongside his new friend, still viewing the world from his upside down vantage. It wasn't so unlike dreams, except for the fact that twisting anything to how he wished it to be took more effort than usual, and things didn't just happen randomly in the faintest phantom of a thought skittering through ones mind. The surroundings tended to stay very much the same.

    "Oooh a guessing game is it?"
    The daemon-gone-kitsune chuckled, twirled and slapped Vitamy playfully with his bushel of tails.
    "Well now...there are so many things one could take pleasure in hmm? And I should know..."
    Being an incubus had its merits after all. Slipping into the dreams of any number of sleepers and enlightening them to exactly what they might encounter...and leaving his own half breed spawn behind. He'd stopped counting, if he'd even bothered to in the first place. The first few were interesting enough, after that he'd grown bored and stopped seeking them out. What was the point? They either found him eventually if they developed the Talent, or they didn't, and died as quickly as any human. Genetics were fickle like that. Not everyone inherited what they wanted to.
    "Should I scratch the obvious one? Everyone enjoys that one. Or are we a dirty little foxy-locksey?"
    Kaahn cackled, his sing-song voice rising and falling as he turned the childish phrase about his mouth. He had a foxy-locksy, just needed chicken-licken now and he'd be all set for a masterful massacre. Pushing off from the ground, he rose up to fingertips, cleared the floor and righted himself again with an expert tumble to make a gymnast jealous.
    "I'll bet you like having your ears scratched. And other things..."
    He pursed his lips, tapping fingertips on them, then grimaced and licked one out of sheer curiosity. Dust and shoe leather. He hoped nobody had crapped there recently, that would be unfortunate too. Smoothing his expression he wiped his hands on his pants, and proceeded to drag his claws noisily on the railings as they walked, tails flicking side to side.

    Clingclinkclangclingclonkclungclink

    "Is it fucking? I was hoping for something more exciting, but tell me I'm wrong, if I'm wrong."
    He rather hoped that he was. It was fun and all, and purportedly a great way to relieve stress if you were really starting to feel it, but there was more to life than that. Like doing it on a bed of dead children while their relatives watched. Not everything had to do with sex, but there was more than one way to evoke a reaction out of someone, and that too, was pleasurable. The cry at the twist of an arm, the sound of a pot smashing on the tiles, the sobbing of birds over the bay, an orange sky over blue sea...pleasure was everywhere. He just hoped his new friend was creative. He really loved the creative ones. They were the best.
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    A brow arched upon watching the demon cartwheel ahead and then proceed to walk upon his hands instead of feet. The kitsune had seldom seen any act so carefree, though he imagined it wasn’t quite as carefree as it came across as. Demons just had a way of doing what they wanted regardless of how ridiculous others might find it, as evident by the people they passed along the way giving the pair strange glances; some not recognizing the demon had merely shifted a few features. Though the people that did recognize the demon from his antics in the market quickly shrank back in to side roads or shops with a quickness born of paranoia. Perhaps if Vitamy had not been knocked around a bit by a magical mind trip he would not have blamed them for such paranoia, but as it stood he was rather oblivious to the potential danger he was in. After all one did not simply invite a demon as dangerous as Kaahn was to the place one called home. And his ship was very much that, he did not have a stationary home, thus his ship had become the next best thing or better depending on your viewpoint. There was so much freedom to be had by sailing the seas and never having to worry about returning to a home or family; not all of his crew was so lucky on that front, as many of them had wives and kids to provide for. But the kitsune was a kind employer and tried his best to make sure they were not gone from home for too long a time.

    Shaking his head as the tails slapped him he turned his attention from his destination back to the demon still walking along on his hands. It did rather look fun, and while Vitamy could have easily accomplished the task as well, his dignity as well as choice in clothing prevented him from doing the same thing. Dignity, such a silly thing, it just kept people from enjoying small little things like running through a crowd or skipping through a crowd, granted it did keep people from doing more unpleasant things, but those were not the things Vitamy thought about. After all they weren’t things he was tempted to do.

    The kitsune gave a slight grunt and amused shake of his head at the ‘dirty little foxy-locksey’. Amused by the demon’s acrobatics he almost gave a small clap but refrained from such a childish display of entertainment. Ears flicked this way and that before flattening a little at the sound of Kaahn’s claws dragging along the railings. Cringing a little at the harsh word of ‘fucking’ though it had been exactly what he had been thinking there were better words to use and that one in particular tended just to be a tad rough on the ears. Rolling his golden eyes slightly the kitsune had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach like he needed to impress the demon and that his response would simply not be good enough if he agreed that that was what he enjoyed most out of all things.

    “When you say it like that or course it’s not going to sound exciting,” he said with a small snort of indignation. As they reached the docks the kitsune gave a small grin and stretched his arms up just a bit. “But perhaps you just don’t find it exciting anymore? In which case I pity you, either you are so old you’ve done everything; which I doubt regardless of how old you may be; or you simply have not run in to anyone worth your time in a while, also such a pity.” He tapped a clawed finger against his lip slightly giving a small hum and looking at the demon from out the corner of an eye. “Though I wonder if you’ve genuinely ever ‘made love’ to someone; enjoyed the more subtle side of things, every touch and breath, sound and movement. But who am I to question such things? Or perhaps you’ve never experienced the intensity of willingly submitting to someone, you don’t seem that type.” It was like poking a bees’ nest at this point, one simply did not question an incubus on sex.

    But perhaps there was one thing he did enjoy more than sex as they came up to a particularly beautiful ship, not the biggest in the port but the care given to it certainly made it stand out. The wood was dark and practically barnacle free and the sails were immaculate without tears, sun bleaching or patching, as well as being a vibrant red with a golden ring of running foxes in the center. “This is my personal ship, Syrializ, isn’t she a beauty?” he asked his tails swaying with the excitement of showing his baby off to somebody, and in daylight, which was a rather rare treat. Most that came to the ship with him, other than his sailors, never got to see the ship when the sun was shining bright in the sky. It wasn’t just the ship itself that gave him pleasure, as that would simply be absurd as ships could come and go like the tide, it was the freedom that came from having such a ship; the salt air and splash of the ocean upon his face was a great thrill as well. Perhaps those were the things he should have told Kaahn.
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