We Who Are(Bound In Blood)

Meeting

It had been nearly a month and Elias still hadn't seen his demon. He was there, that much was obvious. Things appeared and other things disappeared. Food was always made. The place was always clean. The spare bedroom was being inhabited and there was a number of costly suits in there. New shampoo and conditioner appeared along with other odds and ends. Another toothbrush in the cup on the sink. A new razor. Decorations and plants showed up. Elias had always felt like his home was a shell with a layer of mess. But now it was... cozy. It was strange. It was like having a housemate you never saw. But a very sweet, attentive housemate. Who made him food and brought him tea and really the times when Elias let his mind wander and he really, really thought about it. It was more like having an invisible boyfriend. And that... that just was something Elias really didn't want to think about. It was something he didn't let himself think too hard on. Part of him was angry that there was a whole other being residing in his home that he had yet to see and the other half was amused at the man's anonymity. He'd given up on finding out who exactly he was weeks ago. From what he could gather, he had summoned an elder hell knight named Aamon, long since retired from leading scores of demons. The only other Aamon he could find was an Aamon Alton who had been the Duke of Clarges somewhere in Europe. His castle was still kept up yet no one had lived there for years upon years. Duke Alton had been drowning in scandal, openly gay, filthy rich, refusing to take a wife. He had been quite the guy. A rather demonic sounding guy. And if Elias had to take a guess he'd say he had summoned a posh asshole of a gay demon into his home. And now it was avoiding him. Elias clenched his jaw to keep from grinding his teeth as he fidgeted with his phone, glowering at the numbers of the elevator as they ticked off his ascent towards his home. The demon wasn't even his biggest problem, after attending the summit with the High witch snow Elias now had something new to deal with. The high witch's son, Alexander snow was ill. Extremely ill and according to the young boy it was because he'd lost his familiar and he refused to take another one. He was fading, his power was sapping his health away and wearing sores on his skin. He needed his familiar, Johnathan. That's all the young snow was able to say. Watching the sick boy reminded Elias of his younger days, reminded him of how hard it was to lose someone who quite literally held part of your essence. Elias was a live wire and Dalia was regarding him as such, her brows raised in amusement.

"Eli?" She questioned. Elias shot her a look that made her chuckle. "Wow, okay." she mused as they stepped off the elevator and headed for his apartment. The plan was, drop in, drop off the bags, grab jackets and then make a break for the pub. But the closer and closer they got the more and more agitated Elias became. Outside of his door, Elias rested his forehead to the smooth wood, eyes closing briefly before he pressed his thumb to the pad and it beeped them in. he tossed open the door and stomped in, dropped his things in a pile by the couch and shedding his messenger bag. Dalia followed him, setting her stuff down eyes widening at the state of the apartment.

"Wow, it looks amazing in here." she laughed, eyes running over the new decorations and plants all over. Elias just growled something that sounded like a thank you and stomped for his room. Seeing little other choice Dalia strolled around. It was so clean. Not only was it clean there was real food, leftovers in cute little glass containers with bright colored lids. Fresh fruit and vegetables, special meats wrapped in brown paper, special cheeses with casings. Dalia snorted and shook her head. What the hell? She paused at the island noting there were, placemats, two, two placemats. She moved into the back rooms, nudging the bathroom door open with her hip eyes widening when she found two toothbrushes in the cup. Two towels on the hook. Two types of soap and hair products. Two of... well, everything. Dalia's lips parted in as disbelieving 'o'. She studied the bathroom for another long moment and then slipped out, heading towards Elias 's room with a smile stretching across her face. Elias was standing in his room, lips parted in horror as he took in the mess that hadn't been in his room when he left. It hadn't been this bad since before his demon. But now... now his clothes littered the floor, tossed around, hanging from his dresser and the antique chair in the corner. But that wasn't why he was frozen in shock, no he was frozen because there were other clothes. Clothes that weren't his. The demon's fancy suits were in his room, or parts of them- there was a suit jacket slung over the chair, fine cotton trousers pooled at the side of his bed, a fine silk shirt was draped in front of the door and most importantly, a bright blood red tie was knotted in the headboard. The whole, set up the explosion of clothing it looked like-