Way Down We Go | Obey Me!

A Beginning

Solomon was wearing a black dress shirt, over a mock turtleneck, light black pants with a black belt, black shoes, a beige trench coat, and has on three necklaces of different lengths; the first two have diamond-shaped and circular with ring pendants. His typical look when on more mundane business.

The sorcerer was wandering a privately owned forest trying to remember exactly where it was that he was supposed to go. Was it this dark space or the creepier one to his right? He didn't have time for this and if the damn idiot was anything like how he was a good number of years ago Solomon really needed to find him before they were late. 

"Orrin!" Solomon called out, his voice echoing. 

"In front of you, you idiot," a sharp yell echoed through the trees. 

Solomon huffed in mock annoyance as he grabbed at a tree trunk in front of him and finally felt the rush of Orrin's magic that he was looking for. The sorcerer was presented with the trunk turning into a doorway and leading into a humble wood cabin that was a little worse for wear. 

Darting around the house was a 5'6" mess of a RAD uniform with a black tie and blue-teal eyes, navy blue-violet braided hair whipped about following its mess of a human as they fumbled to pack a carry bag for the trip. Solomon suddenly grabbed onto Orrin's hand, jerking the other sorcerer to a halt with a yell, and inspected the hand he'd grabbed. 

"You painted your nails different colours?" Solomon mused, "Asmo will like you."

"God demon this, demon that, I can paint my bloody nails if I wish Solomon," Orrin rolled his eyes before freeing his hand.

"I only need to grab another notebook and seal this place away and we can go," Orrin explained, the dark-haired man fitting into a backroom that was probably the bedroom. 

"Mary will be finishing classes before we know it," the other shook his head, "I really don't want to be at fault here."

"Hitsiji really didn't like that you were the only other human?" Orrin stopped still and looked at Solomon. 

"Hitsuji?" 

"I'd like to call her Hitsuji until it gets old. It's a bit of an inside joke."

"To who? Just you?" Solomon laughed, "Lucifer will love you."

"That is a fat fucking lie and we know it." 

The pair burst into a small fit of laughter while Orrin finally finished with his bag and ushered Solomon from the house. Waving his hand over the tree's door the seam vanished with a small magic circle that glowed green. 

Without warning, Solomon grabbed Orrin's arm and teleported the pair of them out of existence. Blinking slowly, Orrin was able to adjust to the faintly familiar sensation of teleporting after so long then there was a noticeable change in light-dark ratios as they ended up in the Devildom. As they came to a stop, Solomon let go of Orrin's arm before they'd quite come to their senses and the other sorcerer stumbled on the pavement before swiping his foot out and kicking Solomon in the ankle.

"Ass!" Orrin pointed as he straightened up sensing the demon before them.

"You're the prick who kicked me," Solomon seethed as he glared at the other.

"Good to see you made it back safe," the demon before them greeted. 

The demon has short dark green hair with bangs reaching his eyebrows. The fringe on his left is longer, reaching his nose and has a turquoise ombre. He was wearing a dark, white-trimmed tailcoat with teal to black ombre frills on the cuffs and right shoulder. This coat is fastened together over a triangular geometric undershirt by a delicate gold chain wrapped around the last two buttons. This demon was also sporting two wing-like horns and a forked tail and radiated a type of magic that Orrin hadn't sensed in a long time.