A Vampire's Guide To Summoning Demons (BL)

Rochefort immediately had two blades to his throat, a shadow dagger and a poison blade. Despite the immediate threat to his person, his attention was still focused on the fallen Vampire.

Ruoxi bent to roll the Vampire over, finding his pale face flushed with color, his breathing deep and steady like he was merely fast asleep.

Rochefort’s relief seemed strangled in his throat, like he could hardly believe his eyes. "Your precious master is unharmed, merely blood-drunk. He’ll sleep it off."

With that, he sped out of the room, moving far too quickly for the eye to track, impossible to follow.

Ruoxi reached out to poke Dulce’s cheek with a finger, humor in his eyes. "Blood-drunk, you say..."

A shadowy blade appeared under his jaw then, forcing him to inch backward. He raised his hands in surrender again, mostly unbothered by the weapon at his neck.

"I was merely curious. I didn’t know Vampires could get drunk, or sleep." He spoke honestly, rising to his feet.

The Shadow Demon retrieved his weapon, but his icy features didn’t thaw, calculating gray eyes staring him down.

"Who is going to take him to his room?" Ruoxi broke the silence when all they could do was stare at the sleeping Vampire at their feet.

"I’ll do it," Kath’tan decided before anyone could speak up, reaching for the Vampire’s neck instinctively, only to pause.

"Don’t wring his neck," Asael said darkly.

Kath’tan frowned, distracted. Color on Dulce’s pale features always did that to him. He was on one knee on the polished floor, claws hovering mere inches from the Vampire’s neck.

He didn’t see Ruoxi move - unaware that there was no real danger to the Vampire, the Incubus closed the distance in a flash, silverware between his fingers like makeshift claws.

Asael glanced at the two at each other’s throats and went right to the Vampire’s side, picking him up under an arm like he did the last time. The Incubus still warranted close watch, but there was no denying that he didn’t mean the Vampire harm, even though it was for his own selfish reasons.

"Dulce can’t die," he said flatly to the Incubus, who had the haughty Fiend subdued with a simple handful of kitchen knives.

Ruoxi warped away, knowing that simply removing himself from the Fiend would end up with gashes in his throat. Those purple eyes had glared at him with seething rage - how energetic youngsters are.

He focused on the Shadow Demon, questions in his eyes — that was a bold claim. He was momentarily interrupted by the manner the Vampire in question was being carried.

"Are you two barbarians?" he had to ask, a serious undertone to his question.

Asael’s gaze cooled. "You’re not touching the Vampire," he said flatly, heading for the double dining doors.

Kath’tan had recovered then; he caught the Incubus’ hair with sharp claws. "As I said, the foolish Vampire will be fine."

Ruoxi made no move to break free, completely unbothered by the cruel grip on his hair, like the black satin locks weren’t attached to his person.

"Tell me more about his inability to die," he said casually, turning to face Kath’tan. This tightened the already harsh grip on his hair.

Kath’tan pulled away, scowling at the ineffectiveness of his move. He studied the Incubus, curious about his age. Ruoxi gave little of himself away, but when he had been on his back with glinting silverware pressed to his throat, he had been completely unable to move.

He warped away without providing a response, leaving behind only a musing Incubus in the once lively dining room.

Ruoxi took his time going back; he walked slowly down unfamiliar hallways. His newfound freedom constricted his chest every now and then... it almost felt like he had fallen asleep into a dream, and when he woke, he would find himself on the wretched bed.

He waltzed into the Vampire’s room with a smile playing at his lips, pausing when he came to meet both Demons awkwardly hovering over the blood-drunk Vampire.

Ruoxi’s smile changed into a look of disapproving concern, convinced they were both barbarians. Dulce had been thrown haphazardly on the bed. The Vampire lay sideways, his head hanging down over the edge.

"What are you both staring for?" he found himself scolding, closing the distance. The bemusement on their faces easily ticked him off.

He adjusted the Vampire so he was properly lying on the bed. His flushed skin was surprisingly cold to the touch, so he threw the covers over him as well before walking over to the silk sofa.

"Tell me more about his inability to die," he repeated, directing the request at the Shadow Demon this time.

Asael looked from the Vampire, whose flushed face was the only visible part of him swaddled in covers, to the Incubus who had done it. "He has true immortality," he said simply, equally going over to the armchair by the fireplace to take a seat.

It wasn’t like he could do much sleeping in his own quarters, and he still didn’t trust the Incubus — he had to eat, after all.

Ruoxi went quiet at that. It gave some insight into the complications around why the other two Demons, who claimed they didn’t want to be here, hadn’t found a method to leave.

His broad shoulders relaxed, like a heavy weight had fallen off. True immortality was a concept of myth, but the other two had no reason to lie to him... yet...

"What proof do you have of this?" he asked seriously.

Asael looked the Incubus over. Cubi were tricky, slippery creatures. Killing them was better done quicker than they could realize, or they would come up with endless ways to evade, regardless of the gap in strength.

But he was certain that Ruoxi had been property to a captor, and the one thing he could trust about the scheming creature was that he would do anything not to have to return.

Asael propped his jaw on the arm of the chair, the fireplace casting shadows on his sharp features. "I could easily show proof, on one condition."