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[ Demon summoning was something simple for one who's grown though all these Era. And sometimes, a vampire grew... tired. Especially after basically everybody he cared for had vanished. Staff in his hands, blood of Voidsent (he knew Spoken Blood called stronger but he felt no desire to use that right now) spilled in his Summoning Circle, he was ready.

Of course, he wouldn't do this in the Waking Sands. No, he had retreated to his secret Manor, hidden in harsh fog. Having shed his makeup - having let his skin go back to pale grey - the vampire Scion had a grin on his face as he recited the spell. He had drawn a sigil he drew quite often, the incubus who he felt a long-drawn connection to - summoning him at the times where he needed somebody to trust and talk to. And gave payment of sex and food.

Not that he knew that the incubus had become his friend as well. ]

Demon of life and love, I call to thee, though halls of Desire. Hear thy call!

[ Incense burned around, soft smells bellowing though the halls. He was ready. The spell was cast. ]

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[ A journal... his words, turning to legends. He should do it. But his eyes seem to sparkle a little. ]

That is the hardest part - for while we exchange, using spells from the Fifth Era, there shall be a time wherein our emotions fade. While the soul holds emotion and will both, the process was devised to try and create artificial immortality. For mortals, the process drained their minds, but I theorize it wouldn't do that for beings like us.

...Unless your demonic strengths can be used to assist the process.

[He's rambling. And while Thancred loves listening to that voice ramble, he's getting hungry. So, he leans over and interrupts him with an open mouthed kiss.]

I'll leave the magic to you, you just tell me what you need me to do. [He sprains backwards, giving Urianger a nice view of his body.] Now though, I'm starving. Fuck me, my friend, so I may eat.

[ A small gasp from the kiss... and a grin. ]

Gladly, dearest friend. Feed.

[ And so, he finally begins. Gentle, of course. Just going with the flow, like when Thancred feeds on him.

Afterwards, however, he's laughing a little. Body having dropped any glamours, looking fully vampire-esque. Laying on top of his demonic... lover. Lover? Why did that word enter his mind. ]

[Thancred lies there afterward, full, sated, and happy. Happy? Content. Just there with this man he called his closest friend... Even lover in his head. Even though he had his own trysts with mortals.

He hums as he stretches his wings, as he went back to his true form during their session, then wraps one around his friend, reaching to caress the tattoo on his face.]

Now that I'm more awake, tell me of this bonding. This swapping of souls. For I wish to be closer to you, friend.

[ He lets out a moan, cuddling into the wing and the touch. Bright gold eyes focused on Thancred. ]

This exchange... it is one I've studied for a long time. [ He's wanted this for a long time. ] Lesser demons oft take souls as payments for desires, and yet those who hold it remain themselves. I was hoping you could... use similar processes. Give each other to each other, forevermore.

[ He's smiling. You got him to smile as he explained. ] Though you would still be able to feed on my Aether - it always feels the best.

Yes... I do have this ability. I just didn't want to suggest it. Didn't want to scare someone I've know for so long away.it would connect us forever, as you said... And if one of us is killed, the backlash would be imminent, and horrific.

[He pauses. He enjoys that smile.] Are you willing to risk that? Be connected to me for eternity?

...I've been turn to stone before, Thancred. Shattered. And yet, I've survived. Death scares me not.

[ Though the pain is horrific as well. His voice is trembling... in joy. ]

I want to. We have no reason to fear this eternity. [ But then, he muses: ] Those who bond - mortals - exchange rings. Perhaps we should do the same? Celebrate it like them.

[He moves to kiss him. Softly, more like a caress. This man he cared for over so many eras was willing to bond with him... Be connected in ways he'd never thought he'd agree to.]

I would like that... But maybe a different jewel besides a ring... Those are easily noticed,goven their symbolism for mortals. What of earrings, or... I've noticed some ladies get them here. [A finger brush against the others bellybutton.]

[ And Urianger moves to rub his hand down Thancreds' body, settling on the bellybutton as well. ] True. We don't want to appear as if you're taken - for wouldn't that be such a hassle.
[ He's keeping his warmness, even as his tone turns to less seriousness. ]
I wonder how long they'd last? Would it last longer then our tattoos?

[ ...He sort of likes his Scion marks, however. Secretly, he loves this Era and those he's grown close to. ]

[He hums as the hand runs down his body. It felt good. His fingers rubbing around Urianger's bellybutton as he smiled.]

Who knows. You know once these start to fade, we have to leave. [His hand moved to caress the tattoo on his friend's face, before moving over to kiss him.] Hopefully we can go together, this time.

[ He knows. And he lets out a small sigh, as he's kissed. ] It's lonely, having to plan out a realistic death by myself. It may be fun to have another.
[ Yes, he thinks it's fun to plan death. What can you say, he's a dramatic man. ]

...I like this life, Thancred. I wanted to turn those we work with.

We can travel together, to the ends of the world. Maybe not even die, just up and disappear at some point. [He looks at him for a moment, thinking of what he just said.]

How do you think they would take that?

...I think they would not accept it. 'Tis why... I wavered on doing it to Moenbryda.

[ And look where that got them. He gives a bitter smile, moving to kiss Thancreds' neck tattoos. Lingering, for he loves the feeling of blood flowing. ]

I doubt they would survive much longer, if turned. Wandering into the sun, not gifted my recovery skills...

...But my research continues. Into not just that. And... I think results shall flourish soon.

Mmm. She woukd have been nice to have around. But I don't think she would have chosen this life... Would you have?

[He nuzzles at the ear he can reach.]

Have more if you like. I don't think I'm moving much and have time to rest.

A for that research, what are you getting into now?

I had no choice - it is not something I ponder, anymore.

[ He was born this way - as he seems to go for a bite... but instead, goes for a few more kisses, letting his fangs drag on the neck. ]

...I have been observing groups, at the ends of each Era - Astral and Umbral each. They mirror each other in many ways... even scent. [ He oft said nobody carried the same scent. ] And so, this Era... I had manipulated events, if only a little. Given those who had familiar scents a marking of my choosing. When you appeared but a child, do you recall? A stranger, giving you odd fruit...

[ Fruit which left a slight scent for the entire lifetime of a Hyur. ]

And those with that mark came together in the Circle of Knowing, as I thought. Though they carry memories not... they carry the same souls, growing to be similar Spoken. [ In other words, he's proven reincarnation. Perhaps that's why he's calmed down about people dying? ]

[Thancred sighs, then moans as Urianger's fangs drag along his skin. Maybe he was getting addicted to being fed on... He didn't know.]

Yes... I do remember that man. It was you? [He pauses for a moment to think.] Reincarnation then... Although they wouldn't remember us in the end.

That it was. [ He says, as he does pierce for a small suckle. He then gently says: ] I wonder what food such as that tastes like?

[ He gently let out a sigh, licking at the wound he left. ] Memories fray... but we have time to find a way to remind them. If souls carry personality, can they not carry what crafted them? So that we can see them again...

Like the sweetest thing you can think of, along with the best wine. [He sighs at the small nip, feeling him take a small drink. Being fed on was always a strange feeling... Like a euphoria when he was a full meal. This was a small jolt of pleasure... And Urianger was the only one he would allow this taste. He trusted no others with his immortality.]

But, messing with their memories. Their souls. Wouldn't that be meddling too much?

Sweetness... something I've pondered as well. If I am to hold knowledge, then why can I not hold it all?

[ His voice is gentle, though, between taking a little more. Thancred... that is when he can feel full, instead of feasting on those who didn't fill him. His favorite taste. ]

...Have we not been afforded a chance to meddle? If only once, I don't want to lose them. [ He knows it's selfish, as he brings himself closer. ]

Maybe meddle a little... But promise me that if they don't want to remember... You'll find a way to release them from this curse. I don't want others to suffer such long lives unwillingly.

[He allows him to continue to feed, lacing his fingers with the vampire's hand.]

Tell me. What do I taste like?

...I promise. Immortality is something I was born with... but you had a mortal life, at one point. It's... different.

[ Sometimes, he wishes he could experience death. But at the question, he lets out a sigh, wistful. ]

Many different mortals hold different kinds of blood. The healthier, the better it feels - tinted with the most soft of Aether. But you...

You taste finer then anything a mortal could create as a food. Soft and bitter both, the bitterness which makes me shudder and wish it could be with those who age and die.

Though... even though we now know of each other? I still need some of the worse, to appreciate you more. [ (AKA he's not gonna stop hunting. It's... fun.) ]

Hmmm. [He remembers when he was changed. It was pleasurable, but he sometimes wished he could go back and keep himself from making that decision. This long life... not so great.]

So, what? I'm like some sort of fine aged wine you savor? [He's chuckling.]

...There's much I want to learn about death, someday.

[ He says, gently. But his chuckle even feels nice, as he closes his eyes. ] Only the finest. You taste... a little sweeter then normal. Is that because of your mortal body?

[ His fingers have curled into Thancreds' hair. ] ...I love this. Learning more of you.

You shouldn't talk like that. It's not a fun experience. No matter how it happens. [He relaxes, with this man he trusts so much. No matter what he does by day, or how he was almost marked a traitor.]

[He runs his hand down the others chest, thinking for a moment.]

What do you want to learn about me?

...Do you have a choice in where you're reborn? Is it always the body of a Spoken?

[ He cannot help but let out the smallest of chuckles - imagining his dear demon as but an animal. But his voice is also gentle. Calm, as he continues to stroke though the others' hair. ] ...I wonder how many times you've come to me, as I've remained ignorant? Would that I knew how much you'd manipulate I to your own goals.

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