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[nospaces] [attr="class","back-thing2"] [attr="class","app-title"]Arve, Faye [attr="class","app-bottom"]AGE | [attr="class","app-bottom"]SEXUALITY | [attr="class","app-bottom"]RACE |
[break][break] [attr="class","sub-thing2"] [attr="class","sub-text2"]History and Relations  [attr="class","temp-text2"] The former demon council chairman, Arve, was well respected for his commitment to the demons. A peacock demon, Arve used his unwitting charm and strength (like any demon must) to secure the first seat on the Pavane council. Under his leadership, Pavane was ushered into a golden age for thousands upon thousands of years with his deft handling of the affairs of all races. His dedication to his people was at best, entirely selfish and at worst, entirely disinterested, and did nothing but fuel his god complex. "The goddess themselves bow their knees to me," he would often muse as he set his sights higher and higher for sustaining peace in Pavane. Many demons challenged him but due to his powerful Black Fire magick, no one stood even a remote chance against him. [break][break]
One day, he saw another demon, breathtakingly beautiful, laying on the street face down. Her clothes were ripped revealing the symbol of a rat on her back shimmering. She was unconscious, so he took her inside somewhere safe. When she awoke, he asked, "What is your name? I found you out side all by yourself." [break]
"Amy Faye," she responded slowly, eyes downcast. She could not reach her eyes to his; she knew what his reaction would be. "The Amy Faye? I thought you were dead. The records said so. But instead, you became a rat demon?" She spoke nothing. She felt nothing but sheer disdain at his prodding. "There's no reason to be ashamed of it," he spoke disarmingly, "It's who you are. What is it you want?" [break][break]
"I want..." she looked at her hands as tears welled in her eyes. No matter what, she couldn't say it. Because if she said it, she'd- [break][break]
"If it's sex you want, I have many a slave to offer you. There's no use repressing it." It was a common desire for a lust demon. She almost spoke merely to clarify his confusion, but bit her lip before she could. [break][break]
It took months of caring for her, but Arve was eventually able to get her to start eating and sleeping regularly. Occasionally she would even speak to him of her own accord. Progress, he knew, was slow, but for her sake, he kept trying. At least, that's what he was telling himself. And though thorough observation, he finally noticed the truth. [break][break]
"Your lust... it's bloodlust isn't it, Amy?" He asked, but she did not respond. "I have an answer for that too you know," he grabbed her hand, but she remained motionless before him. Frustrated, his voice trembled, "Why won't you let me help you? I can help you, Amy, if you'd just let me." Her eyes tightened as she pushed his hand away. "Go away, Arve." They shared a moment of silence before she spoke up, "If I give in to such a desire, there's no going back. I could never kill. It's...it's just too cruel," she bit her lip harder and harder until she drew blood. No matter what, she could not make that first mistake. [break][break]
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