In the peaceful realm of Vanaheim, Qrow Manor houses their criminally insane. Though it is a place to avoid, Ryan realizes entering the gates will be the only way to bring some peace back to their broken family. Unfortunately, everything comes at th...
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Red lights of sin cast down on the body of a dirty demon. His skin was inspected with the Latin language, covered with a mysterious black stain; Some type of poison he'd coughed up on himself. His self destructive behavior had reached the point his body was trying to kill himself. He laid in the center of the pentagram painted on his black floor, dragging his hands across his body.
The door opened, letting bright light flood in from the hall. He covered his eyes with his hand to avoid seeing it. Sitting shirtless on the ground, he stayed quiet. He'd hoped his aid would just poke him and leave. It was usually that easy but today was a little different.
"You aren't alone." He mused in wonder when the scent of another hit his nose. Asher removed his hand from his face and sat up. "Oh, my..." He licked his long tongue across his pale lips, "Mmmh..."
"Ryan, meet Asher, the homicidal sex addict. He'd fuck you, kill you, then fuck your dead body again." Shae said.
The maniac smiled widely, "You do have my number, don't you, Mr. Damion?"
He cut to the chase, "Let's make this quick. I'm already behind schedule."
"Aw, you're going to take this handsome man away from my sights so quickly?" He faked pouted. Asher slowly rose to his feet and stretched his arms out. He carefully stepped over to his aid, offering him his arm.
"What is all over you?" He groaned.
"Love and lust." He replied, then looked to Ryan, "Which should I give you?"
"I'm flattered, really, but you're not my type." He responded in monotone.
Shae used an alcohol pad to wipe away the dirt on his arm. He found the proper vein and injected his medication that kept him somewhat level headed. Typically they'd keep an IV in a patient that required their medicine through the bloodstream but Asher preferred the pain of a needle puncturing his skin every day. He relished in it.
"Thank you, Shae." He spoke as the needle was removed from his arm. Asher stepped over to the other aid, noticing the new bruise on his neck. He frowned, "Oh, I see someone else has already gotten to play with you." Asher ghosted his fingertips over the injury. He leaned forward, whispering in Ryan's ear, "That's alright. I don't mind used toys."
That was enough to make Ryan push him away. Shoving a psychopath probably wasn't a good think but thankfully Asher didn't react negatively to it. In fact, he enjoyed getting pushed around by a handsome gentleman like Ryan.
"That's enough, Asher." Shae strongly stated.
He laughed, pointing to Ryan as he stepped backwards, "I'll get you yet."
"Let's get out of here." Ryan muttered and turned for the door.
"Goodbye." Asher sweetly said.
Shae shot him a glare as a silent way of saying that behavior was inappropriate. It did truly bother Asher though he wouldn't admit that. He didn't like the only person that gave even a tenth of a shit about him was disappointed in him. Shae shut the door behind him, leaving the demon to think about his actions.
