Now, Dorian wasn’t one to usually converse with people longer than a simple transaction or beyond some carnal temptation, but when he heard the whispers from the less than upstanding mouths of Canelux’s underbelly…Well, he couldn’t really afford to miss up on an opportunity like this, now could he? The details were vague but told him everything he needed to know. Rumors of sexual enslavement passed from wagging tongues, intertwining with the hushed warnings of a cult centered around sexual magick. Sex? Magick? This job practically demanded for him to offer assistance. The pay would probably be worth it too.

He’d had only one condition: meet in a place near the ocean. Well, there wasn’t a place more accommodating than Sihajja. The moving island had settled into more peaceful waters in the Luna Sea, thankfully in the opposite direction of Parvpora. Things might get too risky if his magick threatened to dip in and out and Parvpora was too notorious with that plague for his liking.

The meeting was to be casual, public, innocent to the naked eye, and he followed the instructions he’d been given to the rendezvous point. He’d picked the lands, so his employer had decided on the meetup place. As usual he was dressed in comfortable black attire; his hair, crystallized from the salt of the sea, was drawn back in a messy bun with but a few locks to frame his face; the glowing blue vein like markings on his underarms were covered by loose but long sleeves; the aquamarine of his eyes was glowing brightly in anticipation.

Needless to say, he was ready to get this started. Very briefly his thoughts flickered to Kuval, the syreni he hadn’t seen in quite some time now. Whatever they had with each other was casual enough, so why did it feel strange to know he’d be feeling the back of another man’s throat very soon? That confusion would pass, he was sure of it. For now, he settled into a corner of the tavern at a small table, telling others without words that he didn’t want to be disturbed. What would his employer look like? Would they be coming or just sending his soon to be ‘pupil’? Everything would fall into place shortly.

Damien had been furious at what had happened a month ago to one of his brighter prospects. The incident had left him with a loss of not one, but two of his sources of energy, and that alone had put him in quite the foul mood for the longest of times. Furthermore, while the incident had broken a certain man, it had not forced him out of the Faith.

That left Damien in a bind. Angelus was a proud knight by nature, and had kept his virtue about him until it was forcefully taken by one of Damien’s own chosen, an act they had regretted almost instantly, as Damien cut their life short the moment it was found out. However, Angelus had decided to stay within the faith, despite being known as the sinner.

It had taken Damien some time to come up with an idea, but finally he had one. The newly chosen were voracious, and leaving them with a crowd of virgins was asking for more incidents. So, he had asked Angelus if he wanted to still be useful. Like a dog begging for scraps, Angelus agreed to the task before knowing what it was.

So here they were, walking the coral-like streets, surrounded by brilliant limestone structures, a fair skinned ‘human’ with piercing blue eyes and waving brown hair, and a slightly taller man with an athletic build, with short red hair, and a sharp face, setting off to find the one they had contracted for…services.

Damien spotted the individual first at the agreed upon crossroad. To the left was a tavern, for which the transaction and ‘training’ would be taking place. The demon motioned for Angelus to follow, and the two approached the sea spirit.

“Dorian, I presume?” Damien asked. He had to consciously avoid using his suggestive magic. It was starting to become a bad habit. “It’s a pleasure. Damien,” the demon replied, holding out his hand. “This here is Angelus. He’s a little…shy at the moment. One of the reasons I need him….trained.” For lack of a better word.

“Do we need to go over the details again? Or should I just leave my ward in your care, and return when it’s done?”

It wasn’t long before two men came into the tavern. Dorian moved only his eyes in their direction, but there was so much power coming off of one of them that he could almost feel him coming closer. That was something to be admired, but he didn’t bother trying to look deeper. All that mattered right now was the payment and services. As they got closer it was clear which was which and he slid his eyes over to the young man he’d be…training.

He was able to asses him quickly and came to the conclusion that no: this was not some kind of trap set up. Good, he wouldn’t have wanted to waste materials on either of them. His eyes glowed brighter, but it was the only change on his expression. Angelus, how ironic, it was so pure he nearly grimaced. Nearly. He nodded, taking a second longer than usual before taking his hand and shaking once. Oh, there was power there, so much…The vein like markings on his skin glowed brighter, hungry for it, but he released the grip on his hand before old habits could kick in.

“Shy is fine, shy is quiet,” he spoke, his voice just loud enough to be heard above the usual hustle and bustle of a tavern, not a decibel louder. He shook his head, “There’s no need to, unless there are new requests.” To be completely honest it was odd to be speaking to someone like this. Usually his transactions were completed with a handshake: passing death on between palms or fulfilling black promises with a whisper. Kuval encouraged social interaction, but he doubted this was what the syreni meant.