Demon Bound

Chapter One ~ Devils Work

A/N:
Please read and tell me what you think...
I'll try and get the second chapter up.

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Chapter One~

If there was one thing Talon hated most in the world. It was the fact that he couldn't get drunk. Because getting drunk would make life easier at the moment. Because getting drunk would make it so much easier for Talon to forget the angry growing inside him.

Anger that Talon had been hiding for years.

But it was becoming harder to hide, harder to push down inside. And in truth, He'd didn't want to hide it anymore. More like he didn't have the energy to hide it anymore.

Because death wouldn't have it.

After all, death hides for no man. And no man hides from death.

And that was who Talon was. He was death himself. A demon, feared by everyone. And he lived off of that fear. Longed for the pleasure it gave him. Hell, what demon didn't. If by some chance there was a demon out there who didn't long for the taste of fear. Well, you couldn't really call them a demon.

Not that Talon gave a shit about any of that. Because to him, they were all worthless. He couldn't really care less for any of them.

A groan left Talon throat as he leans back into his chair, rasing the bottle in his hands to his lips. It didn't matter now many bottles of bacardi Talon drank, because really he found it hard to even get remolty drunk. And man, Talon really hated that. What he wouldn't give to know what it was humans found so entertaining about getting drunk.

Talon brought the bottle in his hand to his lips again and took a big gulp. He ignored the burning sensation that came along with the alcholol as it made it's way down to sit heavily at the bottom of his stomach.

As he sat, staring at the bottle in his hand, he tried to ignore the dark whispers that filled his mind. They were whispers of dark thing's, tempting things. They were the voice's of the dead, voice's of souls that were doomed to forever walk the floors of the lower levels of hell where he had put them.

"Fuck!" Talon yelled as he shot up from the chair he'd spent the last nine hours sitting in and throwing the bottle acrossed the room.

He turned away, placings his hands on the back his head as the sound of shattereing glass filled the room.

"Redecorating again I see..." A voice cut through the haze that fell over Talon's mind.

He didn't have to turn around to know there was a smirk on Solas's face. Solas always had a smirk on his face when it came to Talon. Weather it was out of displeasure, or just out of amusement of something Talon had done.

Solas was one of the few demon that Talon actually tolerated. Because unlike most demons, Solas didn't coware in fear infront of him. He didn't get close to Talon in order to use his power and influence in hell to get something he wanted. No, he was just there beside Talon, fearless and grumpy.

"Well, since you are. I'm just going to point out that ladies don't really find glass carpets appealing. Well, not unless their in to the kind of thing. Which, now that I think about it, most demon women do..." Solas said, walking further into the room. The sound of shattered glass could be hear underneath his black dress Shoes that he wear.

Talon scufted at the truth in Solas's words. Most demon women were into that kind of thing. Talon had first hand experience with that matter.

And then again Solas was also never wrong about most things. Seeing as he had very good instincts for a demon. And if you ever thought for a minute that Solas was wrong about anything. He had a voice that could convection you other wise. His voice being soft yet deep at the same time. And in Talon's opinion, he had the looks that happened to help him in that department as well.