Agorath's Distinction

Chapter One: For The Love Of Harlots

Traditionally, Agorath was not one to hide himself or his abilities, however, the King's warning seemed appropriate for the time being. The King's son was soon to be born, & the presence of magic around these times would cause a severe unease, due to the stigmatic conspiracy that magic being present around the time of a royal's birth would cause either defects or have him cursed. These conspiracies were obviously drawn from everyday story telling. Regardless of the King's cystic vitriol towards Agorath, he would still choose to be mindful. This was merely because he refused to allow King James' negativity to infect his spirits. For he believed a high spirit meant a high mind.
Agorath would keep himself hidden within his powder-blue cloak, & hang his head low to avoid eye contact with people whom were to pass him. This act was caused from the combination of shame as well as anxiety. Even though he was no man to be stifled by the menacing or questioning looks from others, whenever he would visit the King, he was plagued with his own unease. He feared, for once, being questioned. He feared having to speak to others about his relationship with the King. He couldn't understand why, all he knew was that the thought stressed him. Therefore he made himself unapproachable, until he reached the tavern of the name 'The Bleeding Stag'. This is where Agorath chose to reside, for the acts that the tavern were known for were almost as taboo as Agorath's magic, meaning he would not be judged severely. The tavern was also complimented for it's seemingly soundproof walls, obviously designed to accompany the nefarious & sinister atrocities performed there.
Agorath was viewed as mystic & alluring; an enigma, being a man who has travelled from very far, he had a certain ethnic uniqueness. His accent sounded quite different from the local dialects or even the accents that came from neighbouring languages.
Some of the bartenders & waitresses, of whom also worked as harlots, for the tavern was known for a thriving sex trade, took a fancy towards him for such reasons. Although beautiful, he lacked interest in these women, or any in fact. He lacked the desire for company, for he was too engrossed in his studies to care about anything else. He did not intend for others to become interested in him, but natural curiosity causes many to be drawn in some form to his antics.
He'd briskly walk into The Bleeding Stag, loosely closing the door behind him. Leaning to the door he'd scan the space in the building. Some of the members in the room tried to gain his attention. A Nordic woman of the name Vriska had grown a very strong attraction to Agorath, but he usually chose to shun her. As he crossed through the tavern, she'd stop him by standing in his path, & take his arm, silently gesturing him to seat beside her on the wooden stools of the counter. Begrudgingly, he complied. For once, his own personal curiosity struck him. He wanted to understand the woman's intense infatuation with him. As Agorath sat, she still held onto his arm, which caused him discomfort. She began to run her hands down the length of his body, causing him to jolt & from instinct hit her hand away.
"Please, I really prefer not to be touched." He'd say quickly, a bead of sweat welcoming itself upon his face.
The smirk she had dawned on her face only appeared to grow as Agorath spoke.
"... Woman, I do not understand your intense infatuation with me. For I am nothing but a mere passer-by in your life. I am insignificant. I do not see how I have benefitted you in any way."
Her smirk turned into a warm smile.
"My dear Agorath, I think you are the most wonderful man I have to meet. For you are smarter than the others. Even when surrounded by temptations, like mead & women willing to please you all night, until you die, you still do not give in. I admire that." She'd say warmly, with a heavy Nordic accent.
"...Must I state, I am not your dear, for I am not under your ownership." Agorath warned, adjusting himself & pondering how to word himself.
"I am nothing special, Vriska. I am a traveller of life, & I am focused on things that entertain as well as educate me opposed to cheap alcohol & cheap whores; which are short-lived entertainment that only leave one more depressed once the experience is over..." He'd speak steadily.
"Agorath... Maybe you see yourself as one without outstanding worth, but to me, I think you are amazing. I think you are unique." Vriska leaned closer to him as she spoke, her smile only widening.
"Everyone seeks one which is unique. Why? I don't understand... Because those who are unique are thought to be more entertaining?" Agorath said, with a paced tone.
Vriska's smile weakened slightly.
"I don't understand either, Agorath. I cannot help but feel attracted to you." As she completed her sentence, she lurched onto him, groping him, & causing him to fall onto the floor on his back. This gave her the opportunity to straddle him.
"I can't help myself around you... I'm like a moth to the flame, but I don't care..." She'd slowly lean closer towards his face. This only caused his breathing to become erratic, for he was growing to be very alarmed.
"W-what are you doing! This is blatant molestation!" He'd exclaim, trying to push her off him from her hips. This caused her to only giggle.
"Agorath... I'm in-love with you... I have been for years... I can't help it anymore..." She'd press herself against him, their noses almost touching.
"Please... I want you to ravish me..." She'd beg, breathing deeply. Agorath stared at the crazed woman.
"What?? I apologise, but I have no interest in doing such a thing, you crazed woman!" He declared, pushing her from the shoulders now.
"...Oh, Agorath... You make me crazy..." She'd exhale, stroking his cheek.
"Vriska, I really do not feel comfortable with this..." He'd warn her quietly.
"Oh..., but I do..." Vriska pressed herself more firmly to him.
Agorath looked around him, noticing the tavern was silent as everyone was staring at them.
"You're making a scene." He'd hiss through gritted teeth.
"Good... I want them to know you're mine..." She rubbed herself up against his lap, while groaning & smiling.
"I want you to get off me." He demanded, his hands that had chose to rest on her upper arms beginning to glow a whitish blue, becoming hot, until they begun to burn her.
She cursed, jostling back off from him, staring down with a look of emotional hurt while she rubbed her arms. Agorath stood up, adjusting his cloak & quickly walking up the stairs to lock himself within his room. As he locked the door behind him, he slowly slumped to the floor against it. He was alarmed, & confused. He'd begun to feel emotions he didn't recognise. Mostly they harboured from distraught, however there were others that were beyond his understanding. He felt an urge to cry, but he acted against it, furiously wiping his eyes & seating himself at his desk. He furiously searched through papers, & leather-bound books that he kept in his satchel. He'd lay them out on the desk haphazardly, but realise his focus was lost. Instead, he could only think of Vriska. Agorath felt remorseful, for what he did was belittling to her, & two wrongs did not make a right. He'd sigh, standing, to seek her. Agorath would leave his room, to stand in the centre of the tavern, looking around. He noticed a small, young woman with very light hair & pale skin. He recognised her as Yebe, who was known characteristically for having such pale features. Beside her sat a woman who seemed quite muscular, with much darker skin, & dark hair. He had not seen this woman around the tavern before.
"Greetings, Yebe." Agorath says as he approaches the two.

"Oh, hello Agorath! It's a pleasure to see you." Yebe looks up at him with large, innocent eyes, & a beaming smile. Agorath had only talked to Yebe once before.
"Who is this?" He asked, looking at the girl with her, trying his best to smile to prevent his question from seeming hostile.
"Oh, this is Init." Yebe would put an arm around Init, smiling.
"She's a good friend of mine." She concluded.
"How did you two meet?" Agorath asked, whilst awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.
"Work." Init replied nonchalantly. Agorath remembered that Yebe worked as a harlot, & was usually preferred by men whom had a taste for women that looked like young girls. Agorath thought for a moment, & concluded some perverted man had requested to have 2 women pleasure him simultaneously. Things like this made Agorath morbidly cynical of the society around him. Fortunately, the tavern's functions as an inn usually only housed the ones who worked there. The men that paid for the services of the tavern were usually just temporary customers. This made Agorath feel slightly better knowing he didn't have to share his living domain with such desperate men. He'd considered the fact the ones whom worked there could be desperate for money, or just smart, for they acknowledged how much money men would throw just to see their nude breast.
"Ah... Right." Agorath finally replied after his session of thought.
"...Do either or you perhaps know where Vriska could be...?" He'd ask quietly.
"Vriska?" Init laughed.
"Yeah, she's busy taking a client. She looked fairly upset however." Init continued.
Agorath was reminded now of the feature Vriska also worked as a harlot. This feature of her suddenly upset him, but he didn't understand why it caused him such distress.
"...Do you know when she'll be finished...?" Agorath spoke slowly, considering his words.
"No. Sorry, Agorath." Yebe said. Agorath felt a sudden emotional pain, that seemed to affect his entire person. He did not understand it.
"...Could you please, when you see her, tell her that I'd like to speak to her, & I'd like her to come to my room...?" Agorath stuttered as he spoke, which tended to happen when he hadn't mentally finalised what to say. Init raised her eyebrows as she sipped her mug of cider.
"Sure, Agorath." Yebe said, turning back to face the table she was seated at.
"Thank you, it truly means a lot." He smiled, then made his way back to his room. He seated himself back at his desk, still unable to concentrate on anything productive. He decided to just ponder as he waited; fathom what the cause was of the enigmatic emotions he was experiencing. After a while, he'd drift into a daze of sleep, induced by emotional over-stimulation. He awoke to a knock on his door.
"Come in..." He called out, rubbing his eyes & trying to return to his previous conscience of awareness.
"Agorath... I'm sorry..." As expected, it was Vriska's familiar voice.
"No, I am the one to be sorry." He turned to face her as he spoke, to see the bandages wound around her upper arms. She slowly rubbed them, appearing uncomfortable. Agorath slowly stood up, his remorse becoming more intense.
Vriska did not speak, however, as soon as Agorath stood comfortably, she rushed him, embracing him in a hug. He was taken aback, but hugged her back. She presses her face into his chest.
"I love you, Agorath..." She whispered, rubbing his back slightly.
"..." Agorath thought for a moment.
"I..." He was unable to think. Which caused him great frustration.
"I love you too..." He'd realise that was what he was feeling. He hated himself for saying it, for he had only truly met Vriska this day.
She pushed him to his bed, & stripped before him. The night brought them to engage in romantic, passionate intercourse.
In the morning, they awoke together.
"Good morning, my dove." Agorath whispered into her sleeping ear, causing her to wrap her arms tighter around his bare chest. He held her hands, kissing them.