Deeper: Kaleera

[Zekan]

First Impressions
Whisper - Evanescence

Deep within the pits of hell, Zekan was making his daily rounds. From the torture caverns, to the castle, and then finally to see who was on the plate today. He had been thinking of getting a slave, and the only way one could attain one, was saving their life from being executed.

He had been down in the Slave Encampment for over a week, looking at all the potentials. Smirk ever present on his face, he took a seat up front as the show began. First up was a male, deemed to die for killing his previous master.

Sighing, Zekan turned his head, ignoring the rest of the statements the man was making about the slave. Who would want a slave that went around killing his master? No one. And he was right, no one was saving his life today. Smirk growing into a grin, he watched as the man was burned at the stake.

Before long, the man's screams subsided, and his attention was turned back to the woman on stage. A bidding war had been started on her. He could see why, many would want her; she was known to have psychic powers like that of an oracle.

Passing her up, was what he had done. He'd rather not know the future, because it could always change. And he wasn't about to deal with some slave who wouldn't shut her trap when told. A man way in the back had won the rights to her. Bored now, he shifted in his seat, hands clasped ever so lightly, fingertips touching fingertips as he sat and waited for the next.

[Kaleera]

Execution.

Chains? Really did they not believe a demon as strong as her could not get out of these chains they tightly wrapped around her arms. Struggling she tried to break free of them. Kaleera sat in a chair a muzzle, and chains bound her there. This day was supposed to be a sad one, but she couldn't find herself feeling pity for herself. Something in her opened the arms of a true death.

The smell of the burning flesh from the demon whom was in front of her almost aroused her. She was a master of fire, did they believe she would allow herself to die at the hands of it. Sighing she looked up at the guard who stood watch over her...as if she could actually move. Making eyes at him she managed to pull her dress up showing as much of her legs and she could. She cleared her throat.

"Oh please sir." She asked softly in a weak voice. "Please take this muzzle off, I'm parched." The man looked at her and then to her legs. A smile climbed across his face.

"Oh poor you. He managed to stifle out looking back down at her legs. "If you weren't such a bad girl about to die I would F-" He stopped him from saying this vulgar statement when she spread her legs showing her flask was strapped to her inner thigh. He shook his head, as if he was sure he shouldn't do this, but he unstrapped her flask and her muzzle.

Kaleera grinned graciously at the guard as he unstrapped her muzzle. She opened her mouth tilting her head up so he could pour the contents into her mouth. A thick red liquid flowed into her mouth, and the guard instantly stopped. Her eyes flashed a brillant red for only a moment. The gaurd gasped. In that short moment she wrapped her legs around his neck jerking wildly breaking his neck. Sure that wouldn't kill him, but it was pay back for the way he had talked about her.

The gaurd took a moment to recover as he snapped his neck back into place. Kaleera let out a sound that was sure to sound like a growl. Why were her powers not working? The chains they had a spell cast on them. Grand. She thought as her name was called from the man on the stage. The gaurd grabbed her by the arms jerking as he cursed her all the way up the steps.

Getting her up there he threw her down onto the ground. She looked up her eyes blazing red with anger. She spat at him. That was a mistake she looked out to the crowd her eyes fading back to blue. No one would save such a soul who spat at guards. Wobbling she stood up her dress falling in waves to the ground. Her beauty was a good thing, but could it really be enough to save her.

Kaleera felt the panic she swore she didn't want to feel as she felt the tension of the crowd, and the man descirbing her on stage. The rest were silent looking at her with content eyes. She resisted her urge to curtsy just to show she was still some what of a lady.

"Taken into custody for mass massacre for many high rank demons, and.... The man stopped clearing his throat as if he were embarassed to say what he was thinking."And many sexual based crimes. He finished describing her speaking her name once more. "Kaleera."

The crowd stayed silent. Her curls fell into her face as her head lowered. "Would anyone like to claim her?" It stayed silent. She raised her head a wave of sadness crashed over her. No one?

[Zekan]

He was talking with one of Lucifer's highest ranked men, when everything went quiet around them. Raising a brow, his head slowly looked to the stage. A woman was thrown onto the stage, a guard cussing her out for something she must have previously done to him. His face was blank of emotions, not even a smirk laid upon his lips.

"Kaleera." The man started, looking to the woman who was now gaining her ground on her feet. "Taken into custody for mass massacre for many high rank demons, and.... And many sexual based crimes."

Zekan's eyes burned into the woman, she was beautiful, that much was true. She would make for a wonderful slave, but it seemed she was turned into a demon killing machine, using sex as a part of it all. "Min, min, vad en fröjd för ögat." A smirk slowly began to lift his lips, as some of the crowd began yelling.

"No one wants a bitch." Said a large male demon in the back.
"Yeah! Especially one who kills her own kind!" Came another a few seats down.

Slowly taking to his feet, his eyes flashed to the man on stage. The man visible swallowed roughly, dropping the mic back to his side as his eyes locked with Zekan's. "I will take her." The room grew silent, and all eyes landed on Zekan. No one dared object to him, knowing he would certainly kill them with no hesitation.

"Kaleera, goes to Zekan. Bid done." The man nodded to the guard.

[Kaleera]

"No one wants a bitch." Said a large male demon in the back.
"Yeah! Especially one who kills her own kind!" Came another a few seats down.

Kaleera bared her teeth. This was horrid. She almost rathered just being executed, instead of being cursed at then being executed. Everyone's eyes burned with fury and hate. All but one from what she saw. Her face went calm as she met the eyes of the only calm one.

He mouthed some words. From what she could tell it was Swedish. She couldn't understand, because she couldn't hear it. She wasn't sure if she should smile or cringe. Then he spoke out above all the noise.

"I will take her."
"Kaleera, goes to Zekan. Bid done." The man nodded to the guard.

The whole room grew silent. Her eyes dropped the sadness and filled with gratitude. The gaurd from before took a chain from a box and hookd it around her neck. He threw her off the stage snatching back to choke her.

Kaleera gasped trying to regain her calmness and her breath. Then he stopped pulling her along to her new master. She looked up her eyes laying on the savior of her life. She fell to her weak knees her throat burning. "Tacka dig." She said her voice rough and scratchy.

The gaurd looked at her one last time and pulled her hair causing her to look back at him. "I hope something goes wrong, and I see you again...no one gets saved a second time." He practically growled.

[Zekan]

He walked to the end of the stage to pick her up, his eyes constantly watching the guard's movement and how he chose to handle her. There was no need with such things. To break a woman like this, it took authority, not violence.

His eyes dropped to Kaleera as she fell to her knees before him. "Tacka dig." A smirk flew to his lips. "För att dina fötter." He replied back, his voice calm. He did not reach a hand to help her, in fact, his hands were behind his back; it was formal. It was his style.

"I hope something goes wrong, and I see you again...no one gets saved a second time."

Eyes still locked with Kaleera's, they grew to a dark shade of red, body moving with lightening speed; his hand carved it's way into the guard's chest. The man gasped, shock written on his face. "Adjö." With that, his hand jerked out from his chest, heart still beating.

The crowd watched as the man simple turned to ash. Turning, he looked to Kaleera, brows slightly raised. "Come." Hands going to his pockets, he turned on his heels and began to walk out. He did not look to see if she was following. If she did not follow, he would punish her. If she did follow, he would reward her.

It was something she'd have to grow accustomed to.

[Kaleera]

"För att dina fötter."

Kaleera's emotions dropped and she ignored the guard taunting her and stood his hand still grasped tightly in her her hair. She was not going to disobey her master after he only just saved her. He could easily change his mind.

The guard was still speaking to her trying to scare her into wanting to die. She shook it off trying her best not to break down in tears. She had to with hold some dignity in her bad reputation. Standing facing forward toward her master she felt the tension as his eyes locked onto hers and turned a deep dark red. Fascination flicked into her eyes.

His hand flicked out in a fast moment Kaleera almost missed it. She didn't turn to heard the man gasp, but she heard the crack of the abdominal plate. She kept her face free of emotion as he spoke.

"Adjö."

Kaleera's eyes widened as the heart came out in his hand still beating. She looked to the heart, and back up to the face of her master. Zekan. That was when she truly began to admire him. There was nothing the man could do to hurt her now, well unless she did something wrong and he killed her.

Even then Kaleera would not hold a grudge against him. He was the man who stopped her from being burned alive, and then he took care of the guard hackling her. He was a good man no matter what anyone would say. Being a slave was not supposed to be a happy thing, but Kal was sure she would be able to handle it. Atleast she hoped she would be able to.

"Come."

Kaleera's mind froze and she watched as he began walking. Taking a deep breath she picked up her dress, the chains falling to the ground except the one around her neck. She followed trying to catch up to his pace. Her heels clicking rhythmically.

[Zekan]

The moment he heard her heels clicking behind him, he slowed some. Knowing she must be exhausted. Nodding at a few demons as they past, he slowed even more to walk side by side with her. After all these millennia, and all he really wanted was company.

"I suppose you're wondering," He paused, taking a corner. "Why I did that." he finished, eyes flicking to look at her. She could take it as, why he had bought her. Or why he had killed the guard. Either way was fine with him.

Taking another corner, he smirked. "You may speak, Kaleera." He chuckled softly. "Just because I am your master, does not mean you have to ask to talk." he informed her. "You're quite lucky in that area, I suppose."

Stopping a moment, he looked at her dress. "This is... not suitable." His eyes locked with her. "Please me, and you will be awarded." He told her, hand running down her leg. "Disobey, and you will be punished." Just as quickly as the petting started, it ended.

Walking again, he smirked. "First, let's get you cleaned up."

[Kaleera]

"I suppose you're wondering," He paused, taking a corner. "Why I did that."

Kaleera watched as he slowed coming to a slow pace walking beside her. She thanked him in her mind for slowing down. She was exhausted, and craving blood more than ever. She listened as she spoke, but something in her mind told her not to speak.

She did want to know why he did that though. Both buying her, and killing the guard for her. Kaleera didn't really care why she was thankful either way, but that didn't mean she wasn't curious. She followed every corner he led her around not even bothering to look where they were going. For some odd reason she truly trusted him.

Taking another corner, he smirked. "You may speak, Kaleera." He chuckled softly. "Just because I am your master, does not mean you have to ask to talk." he informed her. "You're quite lucky in that area, I suppose."

Kaleera cleared her throat not wanting to sound as weak as she had before. "Thank you." She nodded off slowly. "Yes I do wonder why you did that. Well why you purchased me, and why you killed the gaurd." She quickly stopped her words. "Not that it's any of my business why you did either I s'ppose."

After all her time traveling the world she still hadn't completely
dropped her classy souther accent. It clearly showed when she spoke to him, and at that moment she cursed it in her brain.

Stopping a moment, he looked at her dress. "This is... not suitable."

He stopped looking at her dress with a questionable look on his face. She almost let a sigh out, but stopped herself. It was one of her favorite dresses. "Yes." She nodded. He spoke again.

His eyes locked with her. "Please me, and you will be awarded." He told her, hand running down her leg.

Her eyes decieving her flashed a brillant soft pink-red with excitement as his hand met her leg. A chill ran up her spine. The chill continued even after he stopped petting her and spoke again.

"Disobey, and you will be punished." Just as quickly as the petting started, it ended.

Kaleera nodded. "I understand." She spoke her eyes meeting his the excited color flowing from her eyes causing them to turn back to her normal icy blue.

Walking again, he smirked. "First, let's get you cleaned up."

She followed. She wondered why she was having to get cleaned up? Was he going to make her walk around naked? Be his sex slave? To be utterly honest she had no clue what to expect from Zekan. He was unpredictable...

[Zekan]

"Thank you."

Her first words in English. A smirk played on his lips as he weaved in and out of demons as they passed through the torture caverns. Screams filled the air in the distance from several souls being tortured for their sins. He nodded easily, looking to her for a moment.

"Yes I do wonder why you did that. Well why you purchased me, and why you killed the gaurd." She quickly stopped her words. "Not that it's any of my business why you did either I s'ppose."

Southern accent, it went well with her looks. He smirked over at her, as they turned in towards the citadel. "I suppose so." He replied with an amused look on his face, his eyes a dark shade of black.

There was a moment between them. Seeing her eyes change with what she was feeling, made his own black orbs turn to a vivid red. He was intrigued, to say the least. "I understand." He nodded, opening the gate to the castle. "You'll learn my life is fast paced. I love fucking and drinking human blood. You yourself will undoubtedly come to love the taste of the mortals." His eyes passed to her.

Opening the door to the castle he smirked as a woman in a bright red dress emerged. "Zekan, long time." She smirked. Nodding Zekan's face remained emotionless. "Ayame. I come requesting you clean my newest," he paused, but only a moment as his eyes turned to Kaleera. "Friend, here. Pick out something appropriate, yet... appealing."

The woman nodded. "Come with me," Zekan's head turned, nodding. "Enjoy yourself."

[Kaleera]

A moment his eyes were black, and the next they were a vivid red. She thought she was the only one whose eyes changed colors when her emotion changed them, but it seemed his did it as well. Kaleera stopped gazing as soon as he began to talk.

"You'll learn my life is fast paced. I love fucking and drinking human blood. You yourself will undoubtedly come to love the taste of the mortals."

Kaleera, shocked that he spoke so honestly, met his gaze once again her eyes blazing red. She smirked slightly, but only let him see it for a moment then she went back to her emotionless face. "Blood?" She questioned. She was dying for blood by now. The guard had took her flask and only gave her a drop of blood earlier.

"I think I can become accustomed to your life style." She spoke a grin in her voice, but not on her face. She did not want to upset him by looking to happy. She was supposed to be his slave after all.

They were in front of castle. Zekan reached out opening the door. A woman in a tight red dress came up smirking. She spoke to Zekan with a cockiness that made her eyes turn the color of the woman's dress. Jealously panged at her heart. Something about being this man's slave caused her to feel attached to him...thus her not liking the fact that this woman was drooling over him.
She refrained from growling at the woman as Zekan spoke.

"Ayame. I come requesting you clean my newest," he paused, but only a moment as his eyes turned to Kaleera. "Friend, here. Pick out something appropriate, yet... appealing."

The woman nodded. "Come with me,"

Kaleera hesistated. Go with the woman? What was she going to do? Kaleera's mind raced, but she turned back to Zekan searching him for him to say something.

Zekan's head turned, nodding. "Enjoy yourself."

Kaleera's eyes widened. She nodded and followed the woman. The one quickly threw her in a shower and told her to wash up and clean herself. Kaleera took her time under the hot water. It had been atleast a week since she got to clean up this good. She wasn't going to waste it.

As soon as she was done the woman handed her a towel, wrapping herself in it she was led to a room with a chair and a huge mirror with a bunch of make up and hair supplies. The woman got to work quickly doing her make up and curling her hair in perfect waves. Next was the outfit.

The woman sized her up giving her a bra and what she guessed was underwear though it didn't barely cover anything. Then she handed her the outfit. Putting it on she looked in the mirror and saw herself. The skirt was short and the shirt was just right. Everything was perfect. She had never felt sexier.

The woman, Ayame, told her to stay there until she presented her. Kaleera nodded.

"Well, as you asked for Zekan. You can come out now." She called out.

Kaleera strutted out in her new heels. She looked hot, and she felt hot. Now it was all up to Zekan.

Bad Girl!

[Zekan]

"Blood?"

His eyes flicked to her, turning black again. "Yes, human blood." He made his point, and then moved on. He wasn't going to tell her everything about him just yet. Some things she would have to figure out herself. Like the fact that he was selling his own blood to mutants; and had been for centuries.

Cracking his head, he stood there in the oval room. The black and gray marble floor, and white walls was all he saw. There were doors leading to different sections, one to the King, others to different sections of the citadel.

Ayame returned, smiling at Zekan as she walked out. "I think you'll be rather pleased. You can come out now." His eyes raised from Ayame to watch as Kaleera walked out of there. He could tell she was feeling better, outfits like that held strength in them. Would bring a man to his knees at one point. A smirk swept over his lips. "Much better." The smirk grew into a grin. "Much better." He nodded.

Saying goodbye to Ayame, they walked back outside. "Are you thirsty?" He asked, standing out in the yard of the citadel. The grass was... well, not there. It was brown, and most of the places were sand and cement. "How about a trip upstairs?"

[Kaleera]

A smirk swept over his lips. "Much better." The smirk grew into a grin. "Much better." He nodded.

Kaleera smiled softly. She was glad he liked it. She had been blessed with her curves, and this outfit did not bring them to shame. Kaleera walked over to him standing in front of him. She felt herself wanting to impress him. Instead she held back and follwed him outside.

"Are you thirsty?"

Kaleera nodded. "Parched." She exclaimed licking her lips. Walking outside now she got more looks. They weren't all good, but they still gave her more confidence. She had nothing to worry about. The fame of this demon led to one of her own. Being his slave may as well not be a bad thing if she follows the rules.

"How about a trip upstairs?"

Kaleera snapped her gaze up into his eyes her eyes blazing bright red. She hadn't been up to earth in what...a decade now. "I would enjoy that quite alot, Master." She felt a smirk crawl onto her face. This could be a good thing...atleast she hoped so. Being locked up for 10 years had caused her to see the good in her pathetic life, and this was as good as it was going to get for her.

[Zekan]

"Parched."

His eyes flashed a piercing blue, as soon as hers turned a vivid red. It was a moment between them again. He could see there was a success story waiting to happen. She would be almost more than a slave to him. Her smirked, but only a moment. Eyes turning to an ocean blue, his face turned emotionless again.

"I would enjoy that quite alot, Master."

He gave a nod. "Zekan." He corrected her. "Unless you prefer to call me, Master." He smirked. Grabbing her, he pulled her close, his eyes a bright blue.

Hand snaked around her waist, their bodies seemed to turn into smoke, dashing up into the air and towards Earth. Landing in a back ally, his eyes still locked with hers, he smirked at her. "Food first..." His voice was low, as his free hand ran down her neck towards her breasts. "Desert later." Though it was meant as a statement, it sounded almost like a question. He was wondering if she would be outspoken with him.

[Kaleera]

His eyes turned a beautiful blue. There was an electric current between them, she could feel it. As long as they shared these moments she was sure she was only going to be this mans slave. She bit her lip trying to focus on not throwing herself completely at him. It would be uncivilized and very much un-slave like.

He gave a nod. "Zekan." He corrected her. "Unless you prefer to call me, Master."

Kaleera nodded. "Zekan." She said his name with a purr. It rolled off her tounge well. Now if she could only get him to say her name. He had not said it once since he bought her. Hell she never heard him say it ever. Something about her name rolling off his lips made her body tingle. She had no time to act on it.

His arm wrapped around her waist pulling her close. She didn't even bother looking around. She stared into his eyes hers still red from before, and his still bright blue. They ended up in a back alley somewhere on earth. She looked around momentarily.

"Food first..." His voice was low, as his free hand ran down her neck towards her breasts. "Desert later."

Kaleera met his eyes as he spoke. Her eyes looked to have been blazing with a flame deep inside as he caressed her. His hand slipping to her breast. She moaned softly. Kaleera closed her eyes biting her lower lip. "Now since when do demons follow humans silly rules about waiting after dinner to have desert?" She opened her eyes they were a soft shade of pink now.

She gazed back into his eyes. "But what you say goes. So food first. I hope its fast food." She winked and smirked. She was wondering when her slave duties would truly begin. What would she have to do for him that he couldn't do for himself. Clean? Kill? Please him? Why did this not feel like a life sentence to slavery, but instead it felt like....fun.

[Zekan]

"Zekan."

He liked the way his named rolled off her tongue. She had a beautiful southern accent, that seemed to go well with her curvy body. Yes, he had chosen wisely, despite what others might think. Who were they to object anyway?

"Now since when do demons follow humans silly rules about waiting after dinner to have desert?"

He smirked, a slight chuckle rolling from his lips. He liked her indeed. Courageous, yet timid. just how he liked his slaves. His last was nearly perfect, until another demon killed her for denying him, what Zekan got daily. "I'm a rare breed." He grinned back at her.

"But what you say goes. So food first. I hope its fast food."

Just as the words left her mouth, a man came walking down the alley. "Seems you get just what you want, Kaleera." He smirked, reacting into his vest for a dagger. "This is yours. Use it well." If she was smart, she would know never to try to use it against him.

Yes, this was the beginning of a beautiful... lusting-ship.

[Kaleera]

"I'm a rare breed."

Kaleera flashed a grin as her ears picked up foot steps. Her eyes turning a dark red her gaze met a man walking down the alley. She licked her lips already hearing his heart beat, and tasting the coppery warm liquid running down her throat.

"Seems you get just what you want, Kaleera."

He said it! He finally said her name, and it was just as wonderful as she had imagined him saying it. A shudder rolled down her spine as he pulled a daggar from his vest.

"This is yours. Use it well."

Kal looked from him to the daggar and back to the man. She nodded slipping the daggar into its sheath and into the rim of her skirt. Walking seductively up to the man she grinned softly catching his gaze to make sure he didn't notice Zekan in the background.

"Oh dear thank god. Can you help me?" The man looked up a toothy grin on his face. "Why not honey. What do you need?" She looked as innocent as could be as her eyes faded blue. "My cat she's stuck behind the dumpster." The man nodded and turned around facing the dumpster. He bent down looking behind it.

Slipping the daggar out of its sheath she turned to catch Zekan's gaze. She winked biting her bottom lip. The man spoke again turning to face her. "I don't see a c-" He never finished his sentence. The daggar was at his neck slicing his juggular instanly blood spurting everywhere.

Grabbing the man by the hair she dragged him towards Zekan. "Here you go." She smirked licking the blood off her lips that had landed on her.

[Zekan]

Every move she made, was like a dance. A dance that could easily put a man into a deep trance. "Oh dear thank god. Can you help me?" Smirking, he watched as she drew him closer into the shadows. "My cat she's stuck behind the dumpster." The corners of his lips curled into a grin. By the time the man realized there was no cat, it was too late.

Her face was spattered with blood as she dragged the body back to him. He was expecting her to eat. But she didn't, instead, she dropped the man at his feet. "Here you go." His eyes flashed a bright blue as he smirked, bending down and grabbing the man by the hair.

Tilting the head up, he leaned down and sucked the blood straight from his jugular. Sitting up a moment later, blood dripping from his chin. He licked his lips turning to Kaleera. "Come, eat." He reached out, grabbing her hand and pulling her down. "For fast food, he's not bad." He grinned, a soft laugh fleeing his crimson lips.

[[Sorry, short]]

[Kaleera]

His eyes flashed a bright blue when she dropped the body in front of him. Kaleera couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but he leaned forward and began to drink from the jugular.

Kaleera stood to the side as he drank. Something about him leaning over the corpse made her smrik softly. She wasn't even that eager to eat. She knew he would eventually give her time to take a few sips. Atleast she hoped he would.

It wasn't long before he sat up dropping the man to the ground and looked up to her. The blood dripping from his chin made her mouth water. Her eyes looking to the man and back up to Zekan she tried not to whimper. She shook the hunger and waited for him to speak.

"Come, eat." He reached out, grabbing her hand and pulling her down. "For fast food, he's not bad." He grinned, a soft laugh fleeing his crimson lips.

The laugh made the mood lighter. She grinned softly and knelt down next to the man. Taking her knife she slit a gash on the other side of his neck to make room for Zekan. So they could both drink. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the gash.

The coppery warm blood trickled down her throat. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan as she greedily began to suck him dry. He wasn't half bad at all. She pulled away to speak. "Your right he's not bad at all. Though next time I should probably chose a man who drinks whiskey insead of the weak gin he has in his system." She giggled softly.

After a few moments she was extremely full. She leaned up to feel the blood trickling from her chin down her neck to her chest. She unzipped her top a little to show that the blood had flaowed that far. Her eyes were blazing blue as she looked up. There was nothing to wipe herself with, and she was sure she could not lick her own chest.

She cleared her throat softly standing up. Kal didn't quite know what he would take from that, but she had her ideas...