Nymph of my mind

Kill

The villa, that Shinichi was ogling, looked impressive; a European modern style monstrosity that looked beautifully out of place. It was at the margin of a forest which clashed even more so with its minimal design and the nearby town that preserved hundreds of years of Japanese history, tradition and architecture; plenty of residents were working on plantations.

The home didn't look homely at all. The designs of it could be summed into geometrical shapes, windows, abstract art sculptures and glowing lights. Futuristic. Even the rose garden and the fountain were arranged so that it preserved the look.

After being done looking at it with astonishment, the detective went over to the entrance and rang the bell - or whatever it was that represented it. A normal bell or a fine doorknob just couldn't do it apparently, because the owner seemed to be all about creepy technology. But that didn't matter; he had a job to do.

He leaned onto the wall with his left side, as the footsteps he could hear seemed to never reach their destination. Fun wasn't a word he would describe the waiting, especially so since our there were he was, the sun was blasting and the heat could kill. It wasn't Arizona, but it sure felt like it - only cacti were missing. He blew a strand of hair out of his face while he was waiting for the goddamn footsteps to stop and open the door for him. One would think that the owner would have the technology to see who it was in front of his door, interact with him, open the door digitally or at least have servants who would do it for him. He knew how much some of the art pieces in his garden cost, surely a guy with that much money could afford it.

And then, the footsteps stopped, he looked up to the door to finally see the man - nothing. The wooden door stood the same as it did just moments ago, untouched by human touch. Closed. No person whatsoever in sight.

But, pointing his face down in annoyances, proved to be the wrong move - because, it was not the same floor he was looking at. And the one he was facing now was several feet away from him. Shinichi was dangling in the air, above an expensive carpet. The boy was strapped to the ceiling; the strings pressing uncomfortably on his skin - hanging like that hurt like a motherfucker.

A blink later and he isn't alone anymore, but he  didn't have human company per se. The being in front of him, or rather standing beneath him,  was a demon an all his ethereal glory - magic wrapping itself around his body, gracing his whole presence. He had human features, for sure, but he was undoubtedly not human; piercing purple eyes, tattoos covering his whole body, piercings to be found on his face. Right above his eyebrows, on his nose, beneath his lips, on his cheeks and then, of course, on his ears. His robes like those one would imagine medieval nobility to wear. None of the latter ones were distinctly non human, as he had seen people like that, but it surely gave way to an unearthly, eerie kind of presence.

The man, appearing to be in his mid to late twenties, smirked at him as Shinichi proceeded to check him out. Not much other information could be gathered; the demon's body language was carefully trained - only confidence and power radiated from him. Magic too. But as great as a detective he was, there was no point in guessing what species of demon the guy was - he was very careful about the way he presented himself.

"Well, hello there", was how he greeted him, after Shinichi hung from these strings and observing him for what seemed like an eternity. His body ached from being pressed against the ropes, his movements restricted; hands tied to his back. It hurt. A lot. He would never understand that part of bondage play - in bed, or similar places it was fine, but enjoying the pain? No thank you.

And then, suddenly, he wasn't looking down to face his host. He was seated in a chair, a comfy one at that - no strings involved this time around, but he couldn't say he preferred it. He was in his birthday suit, naked as the day he was born; his hands were handcuffed to the armrests, his legs lifted up and spread out in the birthing position - his genital on full display to the demon who watched him with intrigue. Whatever this was, it was a mission turning unpleasant. Repulsive if the other man had not been as gorgeous and captivating as he was. Still no excuse for his behavior though.