Fantasy RP The Love of a Demon Lord (FaeWhisperer)

[Firestarter]

Pain radiated throughout his body, the broken ribs feeling as though they were about to stab into his organs. Being but a young demon, Jultas was still weak and was reminded of it daily by the older, stronger demons. He was nothing more than a plaything to them, a way for them to practice new fighting techniques to see what kind of damage it would do to their opponents. His silky black hair clung to forehead as blood dripped down over one eye. Every breath he took felt like it could be his last. Despite the beautiful night sky with its brilliant moon lighting the way, the air felt thick, as though even the universe itself was trying to snuff out his very existence. No other young demon suffered the same treatment as he did. Was it because of his lineage? He couldn't tell. All he knew was that the other demons found too much pleasure in beating him within an inch of his life before walking away. One day they would pay. One day, he would make sure that no other demon ever suffers the same way he did.

Having to deal with one of his legs being mangled, Jultas had no choice but to crawl and drag himself along like a worthless worm in search of help. "Damn it... come on..." He huffed, trying to dragon himself to the nearby pool of vitality. He couldn't remember how far he had crawled or where he was even at, but there was no mistaking the shimmering turquoise liquid for anything else. His wings twitched as he dug his fingers into the ground, feeling a few more feathers fall off. He let out a pained groan as he looked over his shoulder, finding his right wing snapped in two different places and a small dagger residing in the back of his shoulder. "Shit..." With his energy depleted, Jultas collapsed to the ground with a heavy breath and blurring vision. "Not....like this..."

Jultas Asmondious

 

[FaeWhisperer]

As Jultas collapsed to the ground, with his blurring vision he would see someone approaching him. There had been muffled words, which sounded like they were in a panic. Celeste had never seen anyone like Jultas in the area, but saw from his wounds and injuries that he was practically at death’s door.

Hovering over him, her hands reached out and grabbed the dagger lodged into his shoulder and pulled it from him. She immediately held one hand against the wound as the blood bubbled out of it. She hissed lightly as his blood burned her, but she didn’t care. She needed to heal him as best as she could before bringing him back to where she lived.

Who would have done such a thing? She mentally asked herself, as her hands started to glow, the pain of the injuries and open wounds would begin to fade. Being a witch of the moon goddess— all life to her was sacred, and she tried to keep those who resided in her forest alive, no matter what or who the creature was.

She tried healing him the best she could but could only do so much. Tsking softly she stood and used a spell to levitate his body. “You’re coming with me,” she says, figuring he wouldn’t answer her. There at her home she would be able to treat his wounds better, and heal him properly. But it would take some time no doubt.
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Once there at the small cottage she resided in, she had placed him on her bed, bandaging what she was able to, and taking delicate care of making sure his wing was set back properly before bandaging it as well for extra support while it would begin to heal. She had a bowl of warm water and a rag, to which she was dipping in and out of the water before placing it on his forehead and wiping it free from the blood. She had spelled her rag and her bed so that his acidic demonic blood wouldn’t eat through any of it.

Sighing, she stood after a few moments of tending to him and went over to her little fireplace, stirring a black cauldron that currently had bubbling soup in it.

Celeste

 

[Firestarter]

Soft, pained groans escaped Jultas' lips as he was lifted into the air. His wings hung limp while his breathing slowed. He didn't have the energy to open his eyes, letting fate decide what would happen to him. If it were another demon finally choosing to end it all for him, he'd have no choice but to accept it. The muffled voice sounded soothing though, calming his mind even though he couldn't make out the words before falling into a comatose state.

His mind woke before his body, allowing him to hear and smell everything around him. The fresh scents of herbs and flowers filled his senses while a calming aura wrapped around him like a blanket. There was no way he was still in the demon realm. The air was light and refreshing compared to the stench of rotting corpses and burned flesh. Looks could be deceiving though, and he needed to get his strength back before he possibly turned into someone's meal.

The gentle warmth that spread across his head made him whimper softly, as if a weak plea for more. If he was going to be ended soon, he might as well enjoy whatever comfort he could. His wings ached as they folded close to his back, his ribs still burning with an intense pain. Along his torso, dark purple and red bruises already began to form after being almost crushed in half by the brute, Amon. He would be the first one on Jultas' list of who would be taught a lesson.

Gaining just enough strength to open his eyes, he tried to take in as many details of his new surroundings as possible. Enclosed walls, a soft bed beneath his back, the delicious smell of freshly made soup all marked what he thought would end up becoming his grave. Something was different though, more welcoming and precious. Gritting his teeth, Jultas turned his head to see the stark white hair of his savior. With his vision still being blurred, he narrowed his eyes in the hopes of focusing. Only a skull splitting headache came in its wake, though, making him groan loudly and squeeze his eyes shut. "Thank...you...."

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Celeste paused when she heard the man stir. She looked over her shoulder and to him. Seeing he had opened his eyes and was trying to focus, the words that came out of his mouth made her smile slightly. A demon, was thanking her? Surely things have gotten a bit out of hand, but even though she had sworn to protect all life forms, a demon was last on her list. For it had been demons who had killed her family and left her all alone. If it hadn’t been for the moon goddess rescuing her and taking her underneath her wing, Celeste would have had no one, and would have died that same fate.

But she had easily been able to tell that this demon was different, he had been cast aside by his kin. His wounds and injuries were proof enough of that.

Celeste soon moved to make a bowl of soup, ladling the hot liquid into the wooden bowl and she grabbed a spoon as well. She moved over to him and looked down at his face. “Quiet, you need to recover your strength,” she tells him, beginning to spoon feed him, regardless of whether or not he wanted it. But she did it slowly, figuring he barely had enough strength for that.

The soup would be warm against Jultas’ tongue, and a nice savory melody from the herbs and spices would greet him next. Celeste would make sure to nurse him back to health, but wouldn’t be seeking anything in return.

 

[Firestarter]

Whoever is was that was helping him was owed a grand reward for their deeds. It was unheard of for others to aid demons, least of all nurse them back to health. Jultas wanted to sit up, to thank the person properly for what they were doing for him, but he was too weak to even keep his eyes open. The scent of freshly stewed herbs and warm broth already worked to soothe his mind and body marginally. Then the sound of the most gentle and sweetest voice rang in his ears. A woman, one with voice that was as sweet as milk and honey was the one who had come to help him. Just the thought of what she might look like was enough to give him the smallest amount of energy.

His crimson eyes opened slowly, the blur to his vision fading gradually as he forced himself to focus. He needed to see who this woman was, what she looked like. Mustering up the energy to turn his head, his lips are met with the soup filled spoon. Having no choice but to accept, Jultas swallowed the warm mixture with a soft gulp. That's when his eyes finally settled upon the ethereal beauty that had spoken in such a divine voice. Her angelic white hair looked as though it was glowing as it framed her gentle face. The crescent moon on her forehead might as well have been a crown in his eyes. No demoness could ever compare to the beauty that this fare maiden held.

If he could, Jultas would even go as far to say that this woman was more beautiful than goddesses of youth and prosperity.

While allowing himself to be fed, not like he had much of a choice with how the spoon was being forced into his mouth, Jultas couldn't take his eyes off of the divine siren in front of him. Had she sung in front of him, he was sure he'd willingly lay down and let her take his very soul. "What is your name?"

 

[FaeWhisperer]

She was surprised to say the least, she hadn’t expected the demon in front of her to react as so- but she moved to grab the water cup, grabbing a new spoon as well and using that to spoon feed him some cold, refreshing water. When his gaze had fell on her, she suddenly became a bit more aware of herself.

Celeste had never seen herself as the way the demon was describing her in his mind, but by the question he asked about her name, she replied in a soft voice. “Celeste, my name is Celeste..” she spoke, and she looked at his eyes, noticing now they shown like ruby crystals. Her own eyes were a soft silvery gray, nearly complimenting the color of morning mist as it would descend the mountains and fill the forest surrounding the cottage.

“Eat some more,” she commands next, giving him another spoonful of the soup. She wondered why exactly he had ended up like this, and her first thought was he had been discarded by his own kin. That only happened when you were weaker than the rest, but for the demon in front of herd she wasn’t exactly sure of his situation.

 

[Firestarter]

"Celeste..." Her name even tasted sweet on his tongue. He wanted to say it over and over again, to burn it into his brain so he'd never forget the kind and gorgeous woman who helped him. Drinking down the cool water, Jultas could feel himself already recovering a little more energy. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had clean drinking water, having always drank water that needed boiling first before thinking of drinking it.

He wanted to do something to thank her, to repay her for giving him some of her food and bringing him somewhere that his elder kin wouldn't be able to find him. Each time he wanted to say something, he was silenced by rather a spoon of soup or of water. If he were being honest, it was a little irritating not being able to converse with her more. Everything that made Celeste who she was he wanted to know. The biggest questions on his mind though were where had she taken him and how did she find him. In his dazed and beaten state, Jultas hadn't paid an ounce of attention to his surroundings. He had only thought of getting away from the others.

Finishing the last spoonful of soup, he let out a content yet slightly pained sigh before trying to sit up right. A deep grunt passed through his gritted teeth from the pain in his shoulder and wing. He had no choice but to lay back down, clenching his fists in frustration for his inability to move. "Where are we? It smells nothing like the demon realm." At least he had enough energy to see Celeste and talk to her.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Finishing up the soup, Celeste was seemingly thankful that he had finished it. She wasn’t sure if he would’ve been able to, but she wasn’t proven wrong. Taking the bowl and setting it aside, she noticed he was trying to move and she reached out before pushing him back down gently. “Don’t move, you’ll strain yourself further,” she said, her hands glowing with magic as she began to hover them over his body.

His body would begin to feel warmer than normal, and the pain he currently felt would begin to subside. Celeste was using some healing magic she had, using it to help expedite the healing process. Once a few moments passed, she finally answered his question.

“We’re at my home,” she said to him next, looking around and knowing that her wards would warn her of any intruders. That and her cloaking magic was near impossible to break through. She had cloaked them for the time being, figuring that it would be best, as she wasn’t exactly sure of who she was dealing with. Whether or not that would come back to her in some way, only time would tell.

 

[Firestarter]

Being able to feel her touch was worth putting himself a bit of pain. Her hands were so soft and gentle, it was as if she wasn't even touching him. While it was true that her magic made him feel warm and soothed his aching body, a different type of warmth grew in his chest. He had never been shown kindness before, not even from his own mother. All Jultas had known throughout his life was torture and how to survive off of scraps. Just by looking at Celeste, he could see that within her eyes lies a broken past that took time for her to heal from.

He wanted to be the one to take that pain away, to right the wrongs she had suffered so long ago. If only he knew what her past was, then he might feel more inclined to start improving his strength at that moment.

"You have a beautiful home." He murmured softly, his gaze following her own as he took in every detail of the small cottage. Smelling that no other male lived within her home, Jultas worried that one of his brethren, such as Amon or Krusia, would find her home and try to turn it into their new playground. His biceps flexed just from the very thought of them coming near someone so kind and helpful. "Are you sure you are safe here? My kind will go to any lengths to take what they want and do with it as they please."

 

[FaeWhisperer]

When he told her she had a beautiful home, Celeste gave an uncertain glance to him. He really thought so? She certainly didn’t think she did. For all she saw was a small run down cottage, one she had come across at the age of 15, shortly after the moon goddess had taken her in as one of her disciples. “If you say so,” she began, and shook her head lightly. “You’re the first visitor I’ve had in quite some time,” she admits, moving away from him and taking the empty soup bowl over to a wash basin that was on a counter. She placed it in there, the sounds of water splashing slightly would be able to be heard.

She dried her hands on a tea cloth nearby before returning to his side and sitting back in the chair. Celeste had listened to his question about her being safe or not and she gave a small nod in reply. “Yes, I haven’t had any instances in a long while here,” she reassured, but wasn’t sure of why he was concerned for her wellbeing. When he mentioned the demons she shook her head, “Demons do not tread in this forest, that is probably why whoever did this to you left you here, knowing you’d never see the light of day again.” Truly this forest was sacred ground for the moon goddess, and any demon who valued their life dared not set foot here.

“I never caught your name,” she tells him next, knowing that him being here was an exception and was sure that the moon goddess would understand.

 

[Firestarter]

A slow breath of relief passed through his lips at the declaration of her safety. He had grown so used to his brethren destroying anything innocent and beautiful for their own sick enjoyment. The fact that she couldn't see the beauty in her own home puzzled him. He had lived in nothing more than a damp cave or under rubble left behind by his kin that any standing structure that provided safety was beautiful to him. "I'm glad you are safe."

He frowned at the mention of being left for dead. While it wasn't a big surprise, it still hurt that his own brothers would willingly throw him somewhere for him to die. He could feel the divine power around him, warning him to not step even a tow out of line or face the wrath of who owned this land. Thinking back to how he was crawling, Jultas cursed himself for digging his fingers into the ground and possibly harming it. "I'm sorry to have caused you any trouble, Celeste. It is wrong of me to have inconvenienced you." His voice softened as he spoke, being one of the few demons who actually felt remorse for his actions when they caused unwanted destruction or stress. It was one of the many things he was beaten for, being called a fake demon.

"Forgive me, my name is Jultas, Jultas Asmondious. As you've already stated, I am a demon from the neighboring realm." Finding a touch more energy, Jultas extended his hand to Celeste, wanting to give at least some form of a proper introduction. "If you don't mind me asking, are you a witch? I can tell by your powers that you are certainly no human and are for to fare of a maiden to be anything close to a demon."

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Celeste looked to his outstretched hand, and she gave him a soft smile before reaching out her smaller delicate one and shaking his hand as firm as she was able to. She then drew her hand back and placed it back in her lap, her eyes carefully passing over his form, figuring his injuries would take a bit to heal. But if he had the proper nutrition to heal faster — she wondered where she would find suitable blood for him to consume. She knew most demons feasted on either souls, or humans in general- sometimes on physical energy such as fear or anger. Then there was to go as far as an incubus who fed on the life force of those they slept with... But, Celeste had to wonder just what type of demon he was.

When he apologized, Celeste shook her head and raised her hand to stop him from doing so. “While I appreciate your apology and concern, my goddess and I understand that all life forms need tending to, and you are no different. As your circumstance sets you apart from others of your kin..she has allowed me to bring you back to health..” she said point blank, and when he had deduced she was a witch— and how he described her, made her pale cheeks dust lightly with pink from embarrassment. “Your flattery is impressive,” she said with a small coy smile on her lips. “I’ve been a witch since my girlhood, I’ve been guided by the moon goddess, to which I serve,” she explained to Jultas.

 

[Firestarter]

Her hand felt so delicate in his own, as if a simple flick of his wrist could snap it off. He hardly wanted to close his hand around her fingers for fear of making that gruesome nightmare come true. He wished he could stand and give her the proper respect she deserved, but even she had prevented him from moving earlier. His ego got the better of him for a mere moment as her gaze trqcked over his body, making him flex his muscles slightly despite the pain it caused. He'd pay for that one later through aching a little longer, but it was worth it. Seeing Celeste blush made his demonic heart skip a beat. He wanted to see her smile with that same shade of pink on her face, to hear her giggle with joy and excitement.

"The moon goddess... one of the eldest and most regal of all." Stories of the moon goddess ran through his head, ones of how she would send even the most ruthless of demons running for their lives after they tried to desecrate her lands. "It is an honor to be in the presence of one of the moon goddess' deciples. If i had the strength I would kneel for you." He really was a lucky one, being nursed back to health by someone who served the moon goddess. Even his own father had been one of the rowdy fools who had to learn the hars way not to mess with her. "Younare correct in your assumption about my relationship with my brethren. They have been doing this to me since the day I was birthed."

 

[FaeWhisperer]

“That wouldn’t be necessary,” Celeste speaks, glancing a little to the side in a show of slight embarrassment from his words, the blush on her cheeks remained. “I do not expect anything from anyone due to my deeds nor do I go looking for gratitude..” she tried to explain, that kneeling to her at most wouldn’t mean much. As Celeste didn’t seek praise or anything from being a servant of the moon goddess, she knew she had been taught to always be humble and never ask for anything in return.

When Jultas mentioned about him and his brethren being at odds ever since he had been born, she had looked back at him briefly, noting how muscular his body was and wondered how someone like him was weak. It didn’t make sense to her but she figured she wouldn’t fully understand these quarrels between demons.

“That’s awful,” she spoke suddenly, her voice tinged with sadness. She hated when creatures were mistreated by their kind, and to have a demon fall in that category for her made her feel odd. Since it had been demons who had taken her family away for her— her sympathizing with a demon must have stemmed from her teachings by the moon goddess that all life, no matter what, needed caring for.

“If you do not mind me asking, what kind of demon are you?” She asked and looked back to his face, her soft gaze full of curiosity. It was strange to see a demon who wasn’t exactly out for bloodlust.

 

[Firestarter]

A small smirk curled at the edge of his mouth seeing her shy away from his praise. If only she knew the things he would do just to see her shy yet graceful demeanor. "You have learned a lot from the goddess, following in her footsteps perfectly. Unfortunately I am a man who gives praise even if it is not sought out." A small chuckle passed through his lips, trying to play it off that he wasn't openly flirting with her. He could be on the verge of getting struck down by the goddess herself for what he was doing and yet Jultas wouldn't waste his opportunity.

The sympathy in her voice struck him differently. He had never heard such a tone directed towards him before. He almost felt as though he didn't deserve it. "It's quite alright. This sort of treatment is... rather normal for the youngest in the bloodline." At least in his family it was.

"As for what type of demon I am, it's nothing special. I don't particularly feast on anything in particular. I usually just survive off the scraps of meat my brothers leave behind and find something to drink whenever I can." He refused to be anything like his blood thirsty brothers, having watched them drink the blood of the innocent before feasting on their flesh. "I have managed to change my diet to survive off of meat, fruits, and vegetables. It's... actually one of the reasons why I get treated so harshly by my brother's."

Smiling up at Celeste he wondered a few things about her. She was so beautiful and caring. They fact that no male lived with her had him more puzzled than anything. "I' sorry if this comes off too boldly, but I can't find the scent of another male here. May I ask why you are alone?"

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Hearing him praise her for her loyalty to the goddess, made Celeste give him a smile in return. “I appreciate the words, I try my best to live by her creed,” she tells him, completely glossing over the fact that he was flirting with her. She had very little interactions with males before, so indeed she was not aware he was doing so.

Listening to him explain that it was normal in his family made the smile fade from her face and she shakes her head when she gave him her reply. “Well, not like I expected demons to have loving families but..that just seems..cruel,” in a sense, but demons were different than humans. What was their ‘normal’ was a human’s ’abnormal’.

She leaned back in the chair when he talked about his diet, and she gave a silent sigh of relief, thankful she wouldn’t have to go sacrifice something for him. Just her home cooked meals would suffice enough for him to heal. “Well, you certainly are a strange one for your species then, aren’t you?”

When asked about why there was no males here with her she looked to her hands, “As a disciple of the moon goddess I am meant to only love one in my lifetime, as she believes in forever and reincarnation… my soul has not yet found one I am meant to be with throughout the rest of my mortal life,” she tried to explain, “plus, I am not around males often so I am unsure of how to go about them,” she admitted, tilting her head while looking at his handsome face again. She never would have considered a demon handsome to her, but there were certainly firsts for everything. “So you..are a definite first for me,” she tells him now.

 

[Firestarter]

Something about talking with Celeste gave Jultas strength and confidence. All the demonesses he had dealt with prior had always belittled him and cast him away in cruel and deceitful ways while Celeste looked at him like a true living creature. Using the strength he managed to gain from the soup and small conversation with her, Jultas finally pushed himself up just a bit to rest on one of his elbows. "Unfortunately cruel and threatening is all demons are taught from a young age. Even my own mother threw me away the moment I stopped suckling from her breast and could eat proper food."

He chuckled at being called strange. It was the nicest way anyone had described him before. "Strange is definitely one way to put it. I'm used to being called a waste of demon blood." Deslite that cruelty behind the words, he couldn't help but let out a small laugh. If he'd truly been a waste, then his family wouldn't have kept him around.

His attention was stolen as soon as she mentioned never really dealing with males. Hearing that she was only to love one forever made his heart both swell and ache. If that were true, Jultas was sure there would be no way he could ever be that one. Someone like Celeste deserved a man who could give her the world and more. One that would be able to protect her against anything and everything.

"I am honored to be a first for you. Being completely honest, being near someone as caring and as beautiful as yourself is a first for me as well." Reaching out with one hand to gently touch her own, he smiled softly with genuine hope in his eyes. "You will find the one your heart is meant to beat for someday, Celeste. Your goddess will not let you suffer alone in this world."

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Jultas describing himself and how his family treated him made Celeste’s own heart ache. Her family had always been loving and caring with one another, so it had been difficult to hear that some children were very unfortunate, like Jultas. Of course, him being a demon had set out his fate from the start, but Celeste was sure that there were demons out there like Jultas who actually cared for others and not just for their self preservation.

Celeste smiled softly at his words, and did not draw away when he reached to place his hand on hers. His touch was warm and comforting, warmer than she had expected, but still, she didn’t draw her own hand away. She figured he was being nice- especially with his words. “I trust my goddess will guide me.” Her goddess was many things, protector of the weak, defender of nature and, well..practically a goddess for fertility and marriage.

After a few moments, Celeste slowly drew away from his side, moving to stand and stretch a little. “Go ahead and rest,” she tells him now, “you have a long way to go before you’re fully healed,” she said, now knowing he wasn’t a traditional demon, his healing would only be prolonged by not taking in the proper nourishment for a demon of his kind.

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At least three full moons had passed since that night, and Celeste had came back home from being out in the forest. She had been foraging and bringing in what her traps had caught. All life was sacred to her, and she had given thanks to her goddess before killing the hare in her hands. She moved it to the counter top there in her small kitchen area and glanced over to Jultas who was still in her bed. “How are you feeling?” She asked, heading over to him and inspecting his bandages with her delicate fingers.

She had grown accustomed to Jultas’ presence and truthfully, she hadn’t really felt all that lonely anymore. Of course his healing had been slow, but she had made sure to keep him nourished, and, somewhat bathed. Obviously she hadn’t been around males much so what would be embarrassing for a normal female hadn’t really been too embarrassing for herself. Even though the blush on her cheeks time and time again when she was around Jultas would prove otherwise..