Abachar
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"Forward thrust! Riposte! Right side spin dodge!"
The orders given were form the mouth of a noble looking man, with slicked back platinum hair and a jacket reaching down to his feet and black as the dead of night. The person he gave orders to was his latest pupil, Rachel Heartstrike, sent to him from an acquaintance to make her stronger in the art of swordplay.
Rachel panted as she finished the nobleman's orders. The nobleman nodded in approval and pointed to her, "Now repeat those actions perfectly, as I showed you, and in the right order." he said as he sat on a rock in the clearing they were training in. As Rachel began her forms, the nobleman found his attention drifting to the hill visible below them. There stood a lone cottage, and in the college could be seen two young children, a boy and a girl, with their mother and father. The nobleman leaned on one hand, propped up on his elbow which rested on his thigh as he barely paid attention to Rachel's forms.
The redhead took notice to this lack of attention quickly, and tested it by intentionally messing up a few of her moves. She stopped altogether and walked over to the nobleman, looking over his shoulder to see what was up, "Hey Abachar, what are ya looking at?" she asked. The nobleman chuckled and shook his head, "I wasn't paying attention, I apologize." Rachel shrugged, "Fuck it. There's no time limit on my training. You wanna relax? I'm ALL for that." she laughed as she rested her head on his stomach, "So what's up? You're never this distracted?"
Abachar shook his head, "...I...never told you about my past, have I Miss Heartstrike?" he asked. Rachel shook her head in response, looking mildly interested, which was about as interested as she was for any one subject. Abachar nodded, and closed his eyes, re opening them a moment later to reveal two large, purely red orbs, indicating his heritage as a devil.
Rachel wasn't surprised, as this was never a secret kept from her, but she was a little puzzled as to why he revealed his red eyes. Abachar chuckled, "As a devil, it is only natural for me to desire to embrace that which...well...makes the devil. We Infernal sorts have natural desires to gain power, both political and physical." he explained, "I was a bit of an anomaly. Unlike my kin, I was satisfied merely in being able to duel effectively. I was one of two children, and my sister was every bit my opposite. She embraced the lifestyle of a devil, throwing lavish parties and gaining political power among the Nine Layers."]
Rachel shrugged, "What'd your parents think of you?" she asked. Abachar shrugged, "Father was always working, and mother died not long after my birth." he explained. Rachel flashed a grin, "Working huh? Someone's descended from some important bloodline I'll bet." Abachar chuckled and nodded, "You've found me out." He refocused his red orbs on the cottage as he unconsciously stroked his pupil's fiery red hair, allowing it to remind him of the fires of his home.
"One day my sister and I were attending one of her parties and she pointed out someone who was sizing me up. An Erinyes, pleasure devil, looking to get into my good graces. I told her such social status plays didn't interest me. I should have been more clear, she took this to mean that I was simply the brutish type, and laughed at me, saying I enjoyed my swordplay too much, that I needed to loosen up and learn to play politics...that fighting would only get me so far."
Abachar stopped, then looked to the sky, admiring its look, despite clouds covering over half of it, "...I told her...that none of it interested me. The status, the politics, the position of power I was in...I didn't care for any of it." Rachel snorted, "She must have taken that well." Abachar closed his eyes, "I wish she did. She stared at me in disbelief, asked if I was teasing her. When I told her I was not, she grew angered...she called me a condescending coward and punched me." Rachel winced and shook her head with a shrug, "Well what can you do?"
In his mind, Abachar was playing through the events in his head as if they had simply happened the day before, growing up with his sister, attending parties, slaying Tanar'ri demons to impress the higher ups. In retrospect he did it all for her, not for himself. It must have been at this point that he simply stopped caring about her status, and thusly, the only one that he cared about in general.
Rachel elbowed Abachar in the stomach, "Well? Come on, what happened after that? You raise some hell and stab a bitch?" Abachar chuckled and shook his head, "No no. I loved my sister." he said. Rachel looked at him as if he were an alien for a moment, and Abachar shook his head, "No, not like humans speak of it. In the Hells it was considered a very close relationship to simply agree not to stab each other in the back." he explained. Though, he thought to himself, turning his back on her wasn't exactly the best alternative.
"Father heard about our scuffle and asked me what had happened. I relayed the information to him and he simply smiled, deciding to offer me something I could not refuse. He offered me this plane. your plane, the plane of humans and elves and the like. He said he would effectively 'banish' me from hell to live here, and have the life I desired, provided that, should he ever need me, I would follow his orders without hesitation."
Rachel chuckled as she nestled her head into the devil's stomach, "Well that's to be expected from devils. Always a catch. Clearly you took the offer though, I mean, you ARE here." she pointed out. Abachar nodded in response, "I did...I did..." he returned his gaze to the family in the cottage, sighing as more stories from his past came to his head.
[to be continued]
The orders given were form the mouth of a noble looking man, with slicked back platinum hair and a jacket reaching down to his feet and black as the dead of night. The person he gave orders to was his latest pupil, Rachel Heartstrike, sent to him from an acquaintance to make her stronger in the art of swordplay.
Rachel panted as she finished the nobleman's orders. The nobleman nodded in approval and pointed to her, "Now repeat those actions perfectly, as I showed you, and in the right order." he said as he sat on a rock in the clearing they were training in. As Rachel began her forms, the nobleman found his attention drifting to the hill visible below them. There stood a lone cottage, and in the college could be seen two young children, a boy and a girl, with their mother and father. The nobleman leaned on one hand, propped up on his elbow which rested on his thigh as he barely paid attention to Rachel's forms.
The redhead took notice to this lack of attention quickly, and tested it by intentionally messing up a few of her moves. She stopped altogether and walked over to the nobleman, looking over his shoulder to see what was up, "Hey Abachar, what are ya looking at?" she asked. The nobleman chuckled and shook his head, "I wasn't paying attention, I apologize." Rachel shrugged, "Fuck it. There's no time limit on my training. You wanna relax? I'm ALL for that." she laughed as she rested her head on his stomach, "So what's up? You're never this distracted?"
Abachar shook his head, "...I...never told you about my past, have I Miss Heartstrike?" he asked. Rachel shook her head in response, looking mildly interested, which was about as interested as she was for any one subject. Abachar nodded, and closed his eyes, re opening them a moment later to reveal two large, purely red orbs, indicating his heritage as a devil.
Rachel wasn't surprised, as this was never a secret kept from her, but she was a little puzzled as to why he revealed his red eyes. Abachar chuckled, "As a devil, it is only natural for me to desire to embrace that which...well...makes the devil. We Infernal sorts have natural desires to gain power, both political and physical." he explained, "I was a bit of an anomaly. Unlike my kin, I was satisfied merely in being able to duel effectively. I was one of two children, and my sister was every bit my opposite. She embraced the lifestyle of a devil, throwing lavish parties and gaining political power among the Nine Layers."]
Rachel shrugged, "What'd your parents think of you?" she asked. Abachar shrugged, "Father was always working, and mother died not long after my birth." he explained. Rachel flashed a grin, "Working huh? Someone's descended from some important bloodline I'll bet." Abachar chuckled and nodded, "You've found me out." He refocused his red orbs on the cottage as he unconsciously stroked his pupil's fiery red hair, allowing it to remind him of the fires of his home.
"One day my sister and I were attending one of her parties and she pointed out someone who was sizing me up. An Erinyes, pleasure devil, looking to get into my good graces. I told her such social status plays didn't interest me. I should have been more clear, she took this to mean that I was simply the brutish type, and laughed at me, saying I enjoyed my swordplay too much, that I needed to loosen up and learn to play politics...that fighting would only get me so far."
Abachar stopped, then looked to the sky, admiring its look, despite clouds covering over half of it, "...I told her...that none of it interested me. The status, the politics, the position of power I was in...I didn't care for any of it." Rachel snorted, "She must have taken that well." Abachar closed his eyes, "I wish she did. She stared at me in disbelief, asked if I was teasing her. When I told her I was not, she grew angered...she called me a condescending coward and punched me." Rachel winced and shook her head with a shrug, "Well what can you do?"
In his mind, Abachar was playing through the events in his head as if they had simply happened the day before, growing up with his sister, attending parties, slaying Tanar'ri demons to impress the higher ups. In retrospect he did it all for her, not for himself. It must have been at this point that he simply stopped caring about her status, and thusly, the only one that he cared about in general.
Rachel elbowed Abachar in the stomach, "Well? Come on, what happened after that? You raise some hell and stab a bitch?" Abachar chuckled and shook his head, "No no. I loved my sister." he said. Rachel looked at him as if he were an alien for a moment, and Abachar shook his head, "No, not like humans speak of it. In the Hells it was considered a very close relationship to simply agree not to stab each other in the back." he explained. Though, he thought to himself, turning his back on her wasn't exactly the best alternative.
"Father heard about our scuffle and asked me what had happened. I relayed the information to him and he simply smiled, deciding to offer me something I could not refuse. He offered me this plane. your plane, the plane of humans and elves and the like. He said he would effectively 'banish' me from hell to live here, and have the life I desired, provided that, should he ever need me, I would follow his orders without hesitation."
Rachel chuckled as she nestled her head into the devil's stomach, "Well that's to be expected from devils. Always a catch. Clearly you took the offer though, I mean, you ARE here." she pointed out. Abachar nodded in response, "I did...I did..." he returned his gaze to the family in the cottage, sighing as more stories from his past came to his head.
[to be continued]
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Now that I have a bit of time on my hands before going back to my revision for the upcoming JLPT, I thought I should give some morale support to my fellow Fakku members (and writers). I know exactly how demoralising it can be when a topic does not receive any replies.
Getting back on topic, vampires and werewolves tend to be the craze these days. It is refreshing to read about demons once in a while, especially those who act differently from the norms of their society.
To a certain extent, it reminds me of Drizzt Do'Urden, a very popular dark elf, whose series I enjoy reading.
Getting back on topic, vampires and werewolves tend to be the craze these days. It is refreshing to read about demons once in a while, especially those who act differently from the norms of their society.
To a certain extent, it reminds me of Drizzt Do'Urden, a very popular dark elf, whose series I enjoy reading.