Alexis was happy... truly, utterly happy for the first time in her life. It was her wedding day, and unlike any other day, nothing could spoil her day. Just as she started to walk down the aisle, noise could be heard outside the cathedral of trees towering over the path she was to take to her soon-to-be husband. She heard swords being drawn, guns fired, people dying all over the place, and she dove to the ground, tearing her wedding gown. Almost as soon as she heard the noises, they died off, leaving a dead silence in the forest. Slowly, she lifted her head, her blond hair a mess, covering her eyes from view, but allowing her golden eyes to see.... a sword pointed at her, sliding under her chin to lift her head up, inexorably drawing her to her feet. Her eyes flashed through her hair, hinting at her dual nature. Iron shackles were placed around her wrists, chains leading from them to men holding her arms outstretched, while another man came up behind her and lifted her from the ground by her arms, his leg sliding between hers, spreading her legs apart. The one that was holding the sword to her moved in closer, his hand shoving her hair from her face, taking in the sign of her dual nature. "You will bring in much money for us, girl. Not often you see a demon/angel hybrid. Only one other thing will bring us more money." He dropped to his knees, his hand shoving up her dress before his ducked his head, his other hand parting her to his sight. "Perfect," he said with an evil chuckle, standing up again. "Bring her. And no one touches her under penalty of death. Do you understand?" The men all agreed, dragging Alexis behind them. She stumbled often as she followed them, unable to fight her way free, since her angel side was in full control at the time with her demon side fighting to get loose and wanting to kill.
Slave market day came upon them quickly, Alexis having remained in a cage, chains holding her arms up as she knelt in the cage, unable to stand unless she wanted to be bent over the entire time she was in the cage. She even slept in the same position. Her eyes flashed dangerously whenever anyone came near her cage, determined to fight for her freedom. But soon, men came to her cage, and one opened the door, and they all came in, two of them grabbing the ends of her chains as a third slipped behind her, unlocking her chains from the top of the cage, and then grabbing her legs. The two with the chains headed out first, followed by the one carrying her legs, laying her out flat on her stomach as they carried her to the stage. After getting her on stage, the chains went over a bar, lifting her arms over her head again, and she was forced to her knees. She was once more in the same position as she had been in the cage, but there were more risks to keeping her in this position when she didn't have a reason to stay on her knees. Kicking off the man holding her legs down, she stood up, tossing her hair from her face defiantly, her eyes glaring at everyone in the crowd. The auctioneer called out loudly. "And our final slave today is a spitfire. She is a rare demon/angel hybrid, and she is a virgin. I personally guarantee that no one has touched this one yet, but she will not be an easy slave. She is full of fire, and will need a firm hand to tame her. Let's open the bidding on this one at 5,000." Numbers were called out loudly, the amount rising fast, hitting 20,000... 30,000... 40,000... When would it end?
"64,000," a voice called out suddenly. The human in odd attire wears with weapons walked towards the stage and smiled. His presence reeked of evil intentions and malice. His eyes seemed to send fear into those he glanced at as he slowly stalked closer and closer to her, the bid finally halting on his. His fingers gripping sword on his hip tightly, hoping one would speak a bid higher than his.
Alexis glanced at the male that had just bid, a shiver of fear racing through her as she waited with baited breath to hear the slave master's words. She didn't feel fear that often, but when she did, it was for a good reason, and just from the looks of him, she had every reason to fear him.
The slave master looked around at the crowd, seeing no hands raising to raise the bid at all, and called out, "Sold for 64,000!" Turning to the large man, he motioned to the side for payment arrangements, and said, "Just take care of the paperwork, and she's all yours. Oh, and by the way, you might want to be wary of her demon fire."
Gabranth chuckled softly as he filled out the paperwork and signed a check for her in the amount of money he owed and handed them back to the seller. "Demon fire, indeed. Such a weak attack," he said to him as he pushed the papers into the man's chest and walked to her. "Well now little one," he said to her as his fingers curled to her chin before he slapped her. "I own you now and you will listen or you will be punished," he said to her his other hand still resting on the hilt of his sword.
Alexis's head was flung to the side when he slapped her, her eyes narrowing in fury as she kept her eyes averted from him, trying to hide her reaction to his slap. She stayed standing, her hands chained to a bar above her head, though small flames of her hellfire sprang up around her wrists, the chains melting from her. When she was free, she lowered her arms and stood there, flinging her hair back as she glared at him in defiance.
"Isn't that a pretty trick," he chuckled softly as the butt end of his sword hilt slammed into her gut and he pushed her back to the wall in front off the entire crowd of gathered purchasers to see his fingers gripping what remained of her clothes and striping them off of her. "Now you will calm down or I will start doing things your body would rather not have done to it out in public," he told her in a frozen cold tone of voice as he sheathed his sword and awaited her answer.
Alexis grunted at his sudden action, bending over her stomach, and then flung back against a wall before he ripped the remnants of her wedding dress from her. She tasted blood in her mouth, and realized her teeth had clamped on her lower lip before he flung her at the wall. She dropped her head, hiding the fury that kept rising, trying to get it under control before she did something more stupid than showing him her defiance. But she was not a meek child to follow along blindly, but rather a grown woman with her own attitude and temperament, both of which came from her demon side. She would refrain from verbally answering him, letting her actions speak for her, and he would be able to read in her body language that she was struggling to control herself.
Gabranth chuckled again watching her struggle for control. He pushed his presence on her. knocking her demonic power out, forcing it to recede as he grabbed her again by her throat and picked her up a little off the ground. "Let us leave shall we," he said to her as he whispered softly, "Elstria hrumina huecnlen," and suddenly she felt like she was light as a feather, a boundless weightlessness followed by a sudden and powerful pull and heaviness as they appeared in a large room with white and black marble colored walls and floor a large bed with deep red satin sheets with for long posts and an overhanging canopy of the same red color. He dropped her to the floor her anklet chains still weighted her feet.
Alexis gasped for breath as he picked her up by the throat, wondering what she had done wrong that he was going to kill her. True, she didn't have herself under complete control, but she was trying to regain her control over herself. She had felt something pressing against her, knowing her demon side on its ass, receding until she called upon it again. His soft whispering of some words was the last thing she remembered of being sold as a slave. Then suddenly, she was in a bedroom, and he dropped her. She lay there, curled up on the floor as she tried to catch her breath once more. Her eyes slid along the floor until she saw his feet, and slowly allowed her eyes to meet his, a question in them.
