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Post by crowley on Jul 24, 2013 17:10:30 GMT -6
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Crowley fixed his normal suit. Crowley had something tonight that he has not had for a long time. A hot date. He told Bela he would come around at 7 PM, being the ever punctual king of hell that he was, he showed up in her apartment at 7 PM on the dot. "Hey love, miss me?" Crowley asked her, it was a rhetorical question. Crowley didn't wait for her to answer as he placed his hand on her neck and rubbing it. Crowley wanted to insert dominance into the relationship, but he would wine and dine her first to get her into the mood.
"You look stunning tonight darling." Crowley said to her. Crowley didn't dole out compliments very often, but he felt like he had to if he wanted Bela to really get into the seedy activities that he had planned for them in the future. He didn't want her to feel unwilling. It was no fun if the partner didn't want it as badly as you did. Crowley smirked at her. "So are you ready for a night on the town sweetheart?" Crowley asked her suddenly, he knew the perfect place to take her to, not to fancy yet not to boring, just right for a "first date".
Placing his hand on her shoulder and once again not waiting for her answer the duo transported to the entrance of the place he wanted to take her. A place called Mid Rivers Bar and Grill. It was in a town not far from Mystic Falls and Richmond. He chose this place cause it was close to his operating base and if Ruby called him with a lead he could excuse himself, attend to business and be back in time for desert. Crowley was always business minded, so if this were to happen, he knew Bela would understand.
Crowley lead her into the establishment and they sat down at a table. Crowley looked into her eyes, he was starting to feel something for her. Something he should not feel, he pushed the thought out of his mind. This arrangement was about sex, not love. "Waiter, a bottle of your best wine." Crowley said to a passing waiter not even greeting him. He was kinda pissed right now and his face probably showed it to Bela. "So, how are you enjoying being free from hell?" Crowley ask's her bluntly, sort of wondering what she had been up to since he left her early this morning.
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Post by Bela Angelique Talbot on Jul 24, 2013 23:32:29 GMT -6
------------------ [/b]  ------------------[/b] She was nervous. She'd gone shopping (She'd needed to after 3 years of being gone) and used the nice little credit card that Crowley provided for getting her started. Paperwork would be quick but for tonight she needed to be able to buy something that would make his head pop. She surveyed herself in the mirror critically, she'd gotten her hair styled and did her makeup herself after slipping into the red dress. The garment moved and flowed and was provocative without being trampy. She didn't know what Crowley's tastes ran to but she didn't want to look like a street tramp regardless. She sprayed a dash of cologne on herself and then walked to the door.
Glancing at her watch she noted that he was prompt. Smiling to him she was about to answer him when he rubbed her neck and she purred. "You look handsome, My Lord." she said with a nod, he did look damn fine in a suit and he knew how to dress well. She had to give him that. "I'm ready whenever you are, My Lord." she nodded as she indicated her clutch which held only a few necessities should she need to freshen up. "I am. What did you have in mind?" she asked curiously. She didn't need to eat but it was something she looked forward to. She wasn't ravinous or anything like that so she would comport herself with the usual grace.
She could tell by the look on his face something had angered him as he ordered wine and asked her how she was, "I am fine, My Lord. I spent time getting my finances in order and purchasing some clothing for the next few days. Does the dress displease you?" she asked as she looked down at it. SHE thought it had looked nice and offset her coloring nicely but if he didn't she'd find something else. She really didn't know what had pushed him to have the aggravated look on his face. She hoped it wasn't a bad omen of the night ahead.
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Post by crowley on Jul 26, 2013 20:29:34 GMT -6
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"Thank you love." Crowley spoke to her with a chuckle as she said he looked handsome. "But you don't have to compliment me if you don't want to. It is not part of the contract." He told her, which was the truth. Bela was not required to like Crowley in the least. She wasn't even suppose to. So Bela didn't have to say anything nice to him, besides Crowley was use to not getting compliment's from his lovers, so it was unexpected. Bela did look stunning though and Crowley had to appreciate his taste in women.
When she spoke to him about finances and clothe shopping, Crowley only cared really about the shopping. Crowley chuckled. "So the credit card worked then. You know it has no limit and you will never have to pay it back. Lets just say I made a deal with a banker, made him a rich little git for the next ten years and through that in special for you." Crowley told her. Sometimes it was good to be a Crossroads demon, other then tricking helpless hopeless humans in to signing over their souls, you could also use it to get what you wanted out of them.
Sure, Crowley had to give him a few more years before his hell hounds can reap the soul, but at the end of the day it was worth it. Humans and their silly little money. Crowley looked at Bela, his face trying to go back to its normal uninterested look. "The dress is fine darling, how did you know red was my favorite color?" He asked her. Crowley wished he was upset over something as silly as a dress on Bela his love slave. Crowley would have to do something truly evil after this evening of wineing and dining and after he took her back to future corrupt her sexually.
Crowley wondered if Bela knew what she was. She seemed to be trying to act like a human. Crowley didn't know if he put this in the contract or not, his mind was elsewhere these days. "Bela, you do know your a demon right? I don't have the power to bring someone back to life, but I have the power to make them a crossroads demon. Normally this doesn't happen for 100s of years but I put you in the express lane." Crowley told her truthfully. He looked into being able to return people to life. He got nowhere with it.
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Post by Bela Angelique Talbot on Aug 2, 2013 0:35:10 GMT -6
------------------ [/b] ------------------[/b] Brushing a strand of hair over her ear, she nodded to him, "I'll keep it in mind. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, that kind of defeats the purpose." she said softly as she looked at him and beamed at the compliment. "I'm glad you like the dress. I wasn't sure if you were going to pick out my clothing or if you were leaving it to me." she said honestly as she looked to him to hear his opinion. "I'm sure as we get further along I won't have to ask you 101 questions. I know they can be tiresome, My Lord." she murmured as she looked up at him with her blue eyes.
Then she teleported with him, feeling a bit delayed as she had nodded mid teleport, "I'll have to get used to that." she chuckled as she tucked her arm in his, showing that they were a couple. She made sure her head was bowed a little bit to show him as the more dominant one. Leaning her head on his shoulder to make sure it didn't look like she was cowering. "I'm glad I have something to buy the very best." she chuckled and nodded, she was a bit of an elitist in taking care of herself. She didn't think being a cheapskate ever made anyone happy.
She was relieved that he liked the dress, "I didn't know it was your favorite. I just didn't think tonight was a night for a little black dress. I figured I'd save that for another evening." she admitted honestly. At the mention of being a crossroads demon she looked very confused, "If I'm a demon how is it I look like myself? I thought demons possessed humans to function on earth. I don't know a lot about it so please forgive my ignorance." she said softly. Not wanting him to be annoyed as she sat there across from him. She hadn't ordered yet, she was waiting for his cue.
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Post by crowley on Aug 5, 2013 2:56:43 GMT -6
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"I didn't say I didn't like it." Crowley said with a chuckle. Truth be told, Crowley liked Bela complimenting him, as not many people did. But she didn't have to, so he didn't want her doing it unless she really meant it as he would never compliment someone else without meaning it. Which is why he didn't hand them out very often and Crowley often would never mean it, but he meant it with her tonight. "Your taste in clothes is fine. Though I have probably seen more Project Runway then yourself." Crowley said with a smile.
"They are annoying yes, but to be frank dear, I don't really have much mystery to me, I will tell you if you do something wrong and you won't be punished for it, as promised. So unless I tell you to stop doing something, rather it be involving sex or not, then you don't have to worry about it." Crowley spoke to her. Crowley was always honest in these kind of situations, not that he has had very many love slaves before, but he felt honesty was the best policy in these cases, so he would for sure let her know if she was doing something wrong.
"Well if your gonna be seen with me in public you need the very best." Crowley said with a chuckle. It was kinda true, Crowley thought of himself as a bit of a snob, he always had custom suits made and they were always pressed and perfect. So even though he didn't care what anyone thought, walking around with someone dressed like a cheap prostitute was no way for the king of hell to live. He guessed he liked the finer things in life, otherwise life was just not worth living in his opinion. That's why business was booming, as people wanted rich lives.
That was the #2 request after "having someone fall in love with me", and just barely before, "cure me/my love one of a disease", in his business. Fame and fortune. That's what about 40% of them wanted when they made their deals. It told Crowley that, that person was likely headed to hell anyways, it was just made for sure after the deal. "Consider it a bonus for our deal. Normally you would have to possess a random body, but I do have the power to return your body to this earth and just transfer your soul into it." Crowley responded.
"However, if you were to ditch that body, it would die instantly and you would never be able to return. I just wanted a say in what you looked like. If you wish to find a new host, then just make sure it is ok with me, be warned though, I will have no way of allowing you back into your current body." Crowley told her honestly. Bela's body wasn't dead, but it wasn't alive either. It was in a sort of suspended animation state, another perk of being the king of hell was that he could pull something like that off, but he could not return it to life fully.
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Post by Bela Angelique Talbot on Aug 5, 2013 4:59:04 GMT -6
------------------ [/b] ------------------[/b] “I’d say that was a given.” She chuckled and nodded as she looked at him and then smiled at the thought of how much television she missed. That was the great thing about modern times. You could always catch up really easily if you wished it. She did relax when he assured her he was not going to punish her. She lifted up her crystal goblet and sipped the water from it as she sat across from him. Her blue eyes looked into his and she smiled at him. “Well its good to know that my choices meet with your approval. It does take a weight off my mind to know that I’m doing my job well, My Lord.”
She wondered what he wanted from her. What his real motives were. He seemed more than magnanimous and generous and while she wanted to enjoy what she could she really wanted to know what he had planned for the evening. It wasn’t her place to ask, however so she found herself sighing inwardly and realizing that she would not know until he was ready to allow her to find out. The waiter stopped by with the menus and that distracted her for a few moments, enough to give her thoughts some ease given how they tended to go in a circular pattern.
His revelation to her caused her eyes to go wide, “I have no desire to change my form, I was simply confused, My Lord. Being a demon is a rather new experience for me. It’s not something I ever expected to be. It will take me time to figure it out but that can be done at another time. Did you have something you recommended for this evenings meal?” she asked him. He had picked this place so she assumed he knew what it had to offer. She’d follow his lead till she got more sure of her bearings. He knew she was unsettled and would likely take advantage of it but there was nothing she could do about it to make it easier.
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Post by crowley on Aug 6, 2013 23:05:58 GMT -6
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"Well, you have been in hell for a few years. If you weren't confused I would wager that something was wrong with you." Crowley said rather rudely. What was she expecting, him to tell her that it was his fault over the confusion? Was she expecting him to feel sorry for her. Crowley really didn't hope so. Crowley silently hoped to himself that he didn't have to hold Bela's hand through all of this. Still, Crowley couldn't help but find her naivety to be cute. Cute? CUTE? He was the king of hell damn it, nothing to him was cute. He cursed himself for having that thought about Bela.
Finally the waiter arrived and handed them the menus. Every ounce of Crowley wanted to tell the waiter off for taking their sweet time getting to the table but he refrained. He made a note to deal with this waiter later at a time when he wasn't busy. "Oh I don't know, order whatever you like." Crowley told her, truth be told he didn't really care. He knew what he was gonna order, and that was their 8 ounce porter house steak with a baked potato and a green salad. "What do you like?" Crowley asked her again getting a little annoyed by the hand holding.
Bela was a big girl and she can decide what to eat on her own. Then again, this was probably the anger in him talking about thinking the word cute earlier. "Do you like seafood, they have good lobster here." Crowley suggested hoping that the suggestion was good enough for Bela. The waiter finally came by, the service here is normally much better then this as He asked if they were ready to order yet or not. Crowley looked over at Bela, silently questioning her if she was ready to order or not, as Crowley didn't want to order and have her say she wasn't ready yet.
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Post by Bela Angelique Talbot on Aug 6, 2013 23:41:21 GMT -6
------------------ [/b] ------------------[/b] Bela sighed inwardly and looked at him puzzled. “I wasn’t asking you to do anything of the sort, My Lord. I was making a joke at my own expense. It just went flat.” She said dryly as she looked at him and sipped her water. He was acting very grumpy. None of the questions she asked were supposed to put him in a bad temper, they were just standard questions one asked another when they didn’t know the restaurant. The confusion on her face towards his snapping was evident. “I’ll have the lobster with a side salad.” She said quietly to the waiter.
Crowley seemed very out of sorts and she wasn’t sure what caused it so she slowly slipped her hand out and caressed the top of his to help him bring back a better mood. There was no reason to let minor irritation ruin the night. “Would you like a backrub later? You seem a bit tense.” She said gently. No censure in her voice just trying to get him in some sort of better humor than what he was in now. Her fingers danced lightly over the back of his hand. While anger could make for interesting sex she preferred to know what caused it before she embraced it. But it wasn’t her place to question him.
If he wanted to get his jolly’s off dipping her In honey and staking her to an ant hill he could. Not that he would, but the point was still one she grasped. She wasn’t the one calling the shots. That was why she asked the question rather than just assuming he would want one. She had no idea what he had planned and he may not want a back rub. She felt a headache starting to form and drank more water in case it was dehydration from being in hell so long.
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Post by crowley on Aug 8, 2013 23:53:51 GMT -6
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"I will have a medium rare 8 ounce porter house steak with a baked potato and a green salad." Crowley ordered after Bela did, he was quite thankful that she didn't need any more time to decide and he felt a little better now that the order was being put in and they wouldn't have to wait to much longer for their food hopefully. Crowley guessed he wasn't the dating sort, so that is why this evening was a little upsetting for him, also the stirring of real feelings, feelings no demon should ever had was bugging him to no end. He was the king of hell and he had a reputation to uphold.
"Yes, I think I will like that very much. Being the king of hell is a lot harder then people think." Crowley said with a chuckle. Truth me told a nice back rub before the real fun for the evening began sounded really good right about now. "People think I don't do anything, and I just let everyone else do my bidding. But its not all fun and games, and there is always someone wanting something. Commanding an infinite amount of souls is a lot more work then you can imagine." Crowley stated. He wasn't complaining really he was just stating the facts, people took his work for granted all the time.
Finally the waiter arrived with their food. This waiter was gonna get no tip from Crowley after this poor service. Then again, Crowley wasn't gonna tip him anyways, but still. "Bon appetit, love." Crowley told Bela as he took his knife. It was weird that demons needed to eat, or sleep even, or do any of that normal human stuff, like shower. But they did. They were basically prisoners in the body, that often broke down, needed rest, needed to be clean, needed to eat. It was tiresome work and how Crowley performed his job as the king of hell and maintained this vessel was a mystery to a lot of demons.
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Post by Bela Angelique Talbot on Aug 10, 2013 20:32:33 GMT -6
------------------ [/b] ------------------[/b] He seemed to be in a better mood once he got his food ordered. Maybe he was having blood sugar disorders. It wasn’t her job to be his psychiatrist just his play toy. She knew enough to keep the boundaries straight if nothing else. He needed someone to listen not tell him what to do and that was her plan in this venture of theirs.
“It seems too vast to comprehend.” She admitted, she couldn’t begin to wrap her head around it all. “I admire your skill at multitasking.” She said gently as she nodded and leaned forward a bit, “It takes a special talent to rule hell and most just don’t have the ability to do it. You seem to manage it well from what I’ve seen and have every right to be proud of that.”
She picked up her knife and fork and set to work on her salad after the lobster had been gracefully removed from its shell. She wondered what she would be expected to do as a crossroads demon. Did she get summoned or did other demons have a set place where they set up shop? She just didn’t know but she’d set about studying as soon as she got the chance. It would mean a trip back to hell but she had seen what Crowley had done and could duplicate it. There had to be someone in hell that knew what being a crossroads demon was like.
Once they had gotten mostly through their meal she figured it was safe to broach the subject, “So is there a handbook for crossroads demons? I mean I understand the theory but I’ve not exactly had time to do much studying. I figure I might as well embrace my life as it is now.” She said as she sipped her wine and looked over at her master. He could hardly frown on her doing what he had created her to do when she wasn’t with him. And if he did, well he’d say something and she’d know.
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Post by crowley on Aug 11, 2013 21:36:40 GMT -6
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"Thank you darling." Crowley responded with a chuckle. He enjoyed someone finally appreciating his work for once, and she didn't even have to. Bela was probably just trying to kiss his ass so he wouldn't do something to kinky to her later, but that was fine. It was good to hear that you were doing a good job from time to time. Crowley began eating his salad. After swallowing his bite, he had manners after all, he nodded. "Thanks love, most people who see my work don't appreciate it, cause well, most of them are being tortured." Crowley pointed out.
"Well there is a handbook for everything in hell." Crowley told her, their jobs might be eternal damnation of souls and torture and such, but they had rules. They were a... civilized organization after all. "But you don't have to worry about that sweetheart, your only job is to be there for me when I need you." Crowley informed Bela. Normally she would have to go out and travel the world making deals for souls, and of course she would be informed what deals would be allowed or not, but there wasn't much they wouldn't trade for.
But Bela didn't have to do that stuff, her deal was to serve Crowley in the bedroom, so she didn't have to go out and get souls. "Unless you want to that is. I will have my finest Crossroads Demons show you the ropes if you like." Crowley informed her, stressing the point that she didn't have to do any of it, it was not part of her own personal deal. Crowley had plenty of demons to supply the never ending line to hell, so that wasn't his intent with Bela. But if she wanted to she can. "Its a tough job so you might not be that successful at first.
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Post by Bela Angelique Talbot on Aug 14, 2013 21:57:09 GMT -6
------------------ [/b] ------------------[/b] “Well being tortured tends to put people in a bad mood, I will grant.” She said quietly as she looked over at him. “But I meant what I said.” She wasn’t trying to kiss his butt or anything of the kind. It wouldn’t do any good to do so. “As for learning how to be a crossroads demon, I’ll see how my schedule works out. I might study a bit if you get busy with something but that will probably be it. I’ll mostly be reading books and the like to pick up a few skills.” She said with a wink.
Her job was to distract him and be his sex toy and she’d be damned if any two bit demoness was going to distract him because Bela hadn’t done her homework. She would gladly shoot any competition in the face not because she was jealous but because she had gotten here and wasn’t going to lose it by sitting on her laurels. “Will I be allowed to visit you from time to time? You may need a back or foot massage every so often. And that is something I can provide.” She said as she finished her meal and set her fork down; She didn’t want to fill up too much, it would make her sleepy. She didn’t want to blow her one chance at not being tortured.
Sipping her wine she slipped her foot out of her heel and teased his leg gently with it. Seeing if he liked a game of footsie. Some men were really into it. Others not so much, but until you tested the waters you never knew. She just figured she’d try subtle things and see how he responded then adjust her plans as needed with him. It was the best she could think of and given that this was all new to her it was a bit of a challenge. This was like anything she’d ever done in her life.
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Post by crowley on Aug 15, 2013 2:07:48 GMT -6
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"That it does." Crowley spoke, he didn't like to think about his first few years on the rack. Yes even Crowley was put on the torture rack once upon a time. But it wasn't long till he became the torturer himself. Many refused to do it for quite a long time, but Crowley jumped at the chance. From there he was offered the chance to become a crossroads demon, and his power grew and grew over the years. But even the biggest demons once were on the rack, you have to start somewhere in hell, and the rack was always the first option.
"One can never be to prepared and have to many skills." Crowley agreed with her. Crowley had dirty thoughts at some of the skills that Bela can pick up from books. Crowley didn't know for certain that, that is what she meant, but he guessed it was. As long as Bela didn't pick up any skills that he didn't like he would be ok with it, and lets face it Crowley had very few dislikes in those areas anyways. So there was very little Bela could do that would make him angry and tell her to stop doing. He was a demon after all, and was use to many forms of pleasure, including the kind that some might see as painful.
"That would be good, you know I am stressed out quite often. As long as I am not in the middle of something important you can come to me whenever you like." Crowley told her, he would enjoy the occasional back or neck or foot rub while running hell. He felt her foot on his leg and Crowley liked being teased as much as the next demon, but he wanted her foot to go just a little higher. He finally couldn't take it any longer and told the waiter to bring them the check so that he could take Bela to her apartment and have his seedy way with her.
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Post by Bela Angelique Talbot on Aug 17, 2013 22:22:16 GMT -6
------------------ [/b] ------------------[/b] Their conversation seemed to be going well. She had that much to be thankful for. She was worried that it would be dull as dishwater or worse, she’d piss him off in some fashion and he’d be angry with her. Bela just really didn’t want to think about what her life was like before this.
She somehow doubted anything Crowley would do to her, would be worse than what had already happened to her. The reason that people in hell were such a randy twisted lot was because of the things that went on down there. Bela knew she was a wreck but she also knew there was no way out of it.
The Winchesters had let the hounds get her. Because of them she was cursed to hell. She had never stood a chance and this was the best offer she was going to get. Perverted as it was this was her one way of getting out of a bad situation and she intended to use it to the best of her ability.
He seemed to rather like the idea of her reading some books for extra curricular activities so she smiled and nodded. He also liked the idea of foot rubs and back rubs. That would be something that would let her see what really was going on or who her competition might be. “Just give me a call whenever it suits you.” She purred softly as she continued to move her foot against his leg gently. “I know its stressful being the king. It takes a strong man to manage it.” This was not a suck up ploy, she genuinely believed it took a lot of work to run hell and she wasn’t going to lie about it. She was impressed. She quietly waited for the check, seeing the gleam in Crowley’s eye and smiling slowly back.
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Post by crowley on Aug 18, 2013 1:43:34 GMT -6
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"Of course darling." Crowley replied to her as she told him that he can call her whenever it suited him. Crowley enjoyed having his own personal sex slave that he can call on whenever he damn well pleased. It felt like his power, for once in his life was suiting him just fine. Crowley felt her foot continue to rub his leg and it really effected him just because of what he thought it implied. The check couldn't get to the table fast enough in Crowley's mind. "That it does sexy, that it does." Crowley told her when she said it took a strong man to manage hell.
Look at the people who managed it before him. Really, the only other person that has ever had to manage hell was Lucifer himself. Big shoes to fill, but Crowley was sure he can do it. Finally the check came and Crowley signed it and set the credit card on top handing it back to the waiter. At this point Crowley was more then ready to get out of there, so he didn't bother waiting for the waiter to return with the credit card, he grabbed Bela by the hand, gently, it wasn't about pain, it was about pleasure and they vanished out of there back into her apartment.
Crowley began quickly removing her clothes, he had quite enough teasing at the dinner to waste any more time bedding Bela. He pushed her onto the bed, satisfied with his work of tearing her clothes off.
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