[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/la9dRBd.png" style="Zeno" style="max-width:100%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Dreams were a method that most used as a means to allow the body and mind a moment to recover. Inside the fog of that intangible mental scape could be anything from one's wildest fantasies, to most terrifying nightmares. Sometimes one had nothing but nonsensical jargon being left to decipher upon waking. Zeno did not dream, though a better way to explain was that the monster did not sleep. Zeno wasn't like Chance, at least in several ways. Within him did not lie a portal to the abyssal reality, and when those jaws of his split open to reveal a vicious, swirling maw of blade like teeth, anyone with the misfortune to wind up inside would be trapped inside that form of his. Zeno's body was akin to a prison, holding each and every soul he consumed along with their everything that made them who they were in life. He tapped into this collective to make it his own, and it was why the dark gods let him siphon their endless power through his person as well. As long as the abomination roamed the universe he was swallowing up countless souls, and when his time finally ran out in the physical planes he'd be more than a worthy sacrifice to the old ones.
All of those souls had little option other than to bang against their cage insistently. Nothing awful, similar to a gnat buzzing across the surface of one's skin. After a while a count would be lost though, the pests blending into a haze around enough to where one had to be on guard just in case. If left to their own devices and not repressed, brief glimpses slipped through his shell to express a personality that was not his for all to see. Inside him were many vengeful individuals stuck in an eternal limbo by one they held nothing but the utmost contempt for, and Zeno knew that if he allowed it each would attempt to control this accursed form. This kept his mind always active, not to say there were not moments of rest for the creature, but his downtime still had Zeno's thoughts in constant flow, planning for the future, and being tormented by the past.
There was no escape for Fortune Vereaux, that much was certain. The woman would not be allowed to slip away as she had their first encounter. In that ancient castle of his he was so close to having her be a part of this twisted collection. Her sister Chance and whom he assumed to be one under her spell came to the rescue in the nick of time. This only had him lusting more over the pair. The redhead could not compare to the vile blonde, but all the same she held more importance to Zeno than most others. If his sneer of a smile were to grow further, perhaps those lips of his would very well split. They remained impossible stretched as Fortune scrambled away from the secretary desk with good reason. There was no hurry from the man though, because unless she desired to fly through the air there was no escape. If such a foolish notion did occur to the tanned goddess, he'd simply shoot her right out of the sky and watch her plummet to the pavement below. While he didn't want to scoop up a mess of blood and bone into a bucket, he had no complaints about that outcome. Around the desk he'd step reaching that thick wooden door of the main office shortly thereafter.
That aura of his continually ticked down with no end in sight, providing neat side effects to the magical chill all the while. To cause any real damage to an individual normally, a cold air required a wind behind it to give a person's flesh frostbite. With the way his magic worked he could drop temperatures down to such a degree so quickly that many people were frozen from the outside in. Worse was that his ability could be impressed upon whatever he touched at rapid rate compared to the environment around him. A hand pressed to the varnished wood, the metal hinges became so brittle that they snapped under the weight. Entrance wide open the door slamming with a sharp crack into the floorboards in front of him, Zeno stepped in with an eerie whistle as if to mock Fortune's fate.
"Of course I'm here." Saying it as a though it were a matter of fact, black filth poured out from his pant legs to paint the ground he walked a pitch black as he progressed. "I own this company!" Again he'd yell, the volume and distortion in his tone far from how he'd address the typical morsel. Fortune was special, however, and would be treated as such. There was only one hideout for one of the Fae's height, and he was standing at the side of it. Knuckles rapped lightly along with his words, but there was no further movement to try and capture her. What was the point? Fortune was already his. "How awful is your luck to be employed by one of the companies within my dominion?" Taking the hand atop the heavy piece of furniture he pushed it back away from the window to reveal the poor woman cowering underneath it. By now the wide windows of the room were almost entirely plastered in the thick sludge, visible tendrils of a matching shade swimming through it like was water.
Those remarkable orbs of his stared down at his prize, the smile now gone to show the shift in his attitude. There was no need to mock the fearful Fae further; it was time to get down to business. "I learned so much about your kind in the time we've been apart. A silly fledgeling Vereaux was all too eager to please by answering my questions in order to gain favor and status." A few steps and he was standing nearly on top of her, the beast taking a knee to inspect her closer. There was no fear in what Fortune might try and do to him in response; this was no warrior, there was no fire within her. Zeno remembered her being able to take blows like no other, but that was the limit to what he expereinced. Beyond that she was a burnt out husk of emotional trauma.
"Look at me!" He'd bark, still yet to lay a hand on the girl. Of course these things were to come, just not quite yet. "I'd eat you here and now, but you're far more valuable to me alive. You know how it goes." Pausing, he'd pop his arms back somewhat to easily take off his coat and place it on the back of the office chair before taking a seat in it. There was no accurate judge for how cold this room had come to. Hypothermia was likely to set within a couple minutes for the average human, Fortune did not fall into that category though. As he'd roll back his sleeves Zeno beckoned her to come before him with a lone finger, and if she wouldn't comply slick tentacles would rise around her shaking figure to coax her to do so.
"What do you know about contracts?"
There it was, that sneer of a grin, that cocksure, oppressive attitude. Fortune was in for one more night she wouldn't forget.
All of those souls had little option other than to bang against their cage insistently. Nothing awful, similar to a gnat buzzing across the surface of one's skin. After a while a count would be lost though, the pests blending into a haze around enough to where one had to be on guard just in case. If left to their own devices and not repressed, brief glimpses slipped through his shell to express a personality that was not his for all to see. Inside him were many vengeful individuals stuck in an eternal limbo by one they held nothing but the utmost contempt for, and Zeno knew that if he allowed it each would attempt to control this accursed form. This kept his mind always active, not to say there were not moments of rest for the creature, but his downtime still had Zeno's thoughts in constant flow, planning for the future, and being tormented by the past.
There was no escape for Fortune Vereaux, that much was certain. The woman would not be allowed to slip away as she had their first encounter. In that ancient castle of his he was so close to having her be a part of this twisted collection. Her sister Chance and whom he assumed to be one under her spell came to the rescue in the nick of time. This only had him lusting more over the pair. The redhead could not compare to the vile blonde, but all the same she held more importance to Zeno than most others. If his sneer of a smile were to grow further, perhaps those lips of his would very well split. They remained impossible stretched as Fortune scrambled away from the secretary desk with good reason. There was no hurry from the man though, because unless she desired to fly through the air there was no escape. If such a foolish notion did occur to the tanned goddess, he'd simply shoot her right out of the sky and watch her plummet to the pavement below. While he didn't want to scoop up a mess of blood and bone into a bucket, he had no complaints about that outcome. Around the desk he'd step reaching that thick wooden door of the main office shortly thereafter.
That aura of his continually ticked down with no end in sight, providing neat side effects to the magical chill all the while. To cause any real damage to an individual normally, a cold air required a wind behind it to give a person's flesh frostbite. With the way his magic worked he could drop temperatures down to such a degree so quickly that many people were frozen from the outside in. Worse was that his ability could be impressed upon whatever he touched at rapid rate compared to the environment around him. A hand pressed to the varnished wood, the metal hinges became so brittle that they snapped under the weight. Entrance wide open the door slamming with a sharp crack into the floorboards in front of him, Zeno stepped in with an eerie whistle as if to mock Fortune's fate.
"Of course I'm here." Saying it as a though it were a matter of fact, black filth poured out from his pant legs to paint the ground he walked a pitch black as he progressed. "I own this company!" Again he'd yell, the volume and distortion in his tone far from how he'd address the typical morsel. Fortune was special, however, and would be treated as such. There was only one hideout for one of the Fae's height, and he was standing at the side of it. Knuckles rapped lightly along with his words, but there was no further movement to try and capture her. What was the point? Fortune was already his. "How awful is your luck to be employed by one of the companies within my dominion?" Taking the hand atop the heavy piece of furniture he pushed it back away from the window to reveal the poor woman cowering underneath it. By now the wide windows of the room were almost entirely plastered in the thick sludge, visible tendrils of a matching shade swimming through it like was water.
Those remarkable orbs of his stared down at his prize, the smile now gone to show the shift in his attitude. There was no need to mock the fearful Fae further; it was time to get down to business. "I learned so much about your kind in the time we've been apart. A silly fledgeling Vereaux was all too eager to please by answering my questions in order to gain favor and status." A few steps and he was standing nearly on top of her, the beast taking a knee to inspect her closer. There was no fear in what Fortune might try and do to him in response; this was no warrior, there was no fire within her. Zeno remembered her being able to take blows like no other, but that was the limit to what he expereinced. Beyond that she was a burnt out husk of emotional trauma.
"Look at me!" He'd bark, still yet to lay a hand on the girl. Of course these things were to come, just not quite yet. "I'd eat you here and now, but you're far more valuable to me alive. You know how it goes." Pausing, he'd pop his arms back somewhat to easily take off his coat and place it on the back of the office chair before taking a seat in it. There was no accurate judge for how cold this room had come to. Hypothermia was likely to set within a couple minutes for the average human, Fortune did not fall into that category though. As he'd roll back his sleeves Zeno beckoned her to come before him with a lone finger, and if she wouldn't comply slick tentacles would rise around her shaking figure to coax her to do so.
"What do you know about contracts?"
There it was, that sneer of a grin, that cocksure, oppressive attitude. Fortune was in for one more night she wouldn't forget.
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