The older demon smiled; he knew his son well enough to understand exactly what he was getting at, but he enjoyed toying with him just a little bit. "As a matter of fact, I did. These two," he gestured to the other two slaves, "are my new slaves, and I picked up a few supplies in the market as well. Don't tell your mother, but I found the most exquisite necklace for her..." He rambled on for a few moments, noticing and enjoying how the forced smile his son had plastered on his face was beginning to crack. Alright, he'd been waiting long enough. "Oh, and here, I got you this..." The demon smiled as he handed his son a small but rather heavy black bag, almost laughing out loud at the look of shock and disappointment on his face. "... to go with this." He turned to the slave whose leash he was holding, then turned to Marcus and smiled.
The young demon had almost screamed when his father handed him a heavy black bag, but his elation was apparent when he did indeed include the slave standing beside him in the package. Turning his full attention now to the slave, he realized what an amazing find this must have been in the sale section of the forum. The half-demon was tall, about five foot ten, three inches taller than himself, and appeared to be about his age of seventeen. He had a tanned, lean body covered only by a short white sarong tied around his waste, and he was also bound at the wrists. Where his feet should have been, there were light brown cloven hooves; it was common of half-demons to have physical traits of the demon parent's totem. Looking at his face, Marcus took in the chin-length hair falling in dark brown, almost black curls over two ram's horns protruding from the sides of his forehead and curling down behind his ears, ending just below them. Full lips accented a jaw that was obviously clenched, and his right cheek seemed to be swelling just a bit, but it did little to impair his stunning features. The best part of his face by far, though, was his eyes. Pools of emerald looked back at him, a hardness to them that he didn't usually see in slaves. The slaves he had grown up with usually had a meek and fearful disposition that showed in their eyes, but this one looked hard and edgy, calculating everything he took in like a captured animal.
Realizing that his father was speaking to him again, Marcus tore his attention away to hear his father saying, "...good-looking, but he was on sale because he isn't trained. I figured you might have some fun training him yourself, however. That's what the contents of the bag is for." Hearing his father's words, the young demon grinned. Yes, he would certainly have lots of fun training his new slave; in fact, he wanted to get to it right away, and wished his father would stop rambling and let him go. The older demon must have noticed, for he smiled in understanding and handed him the leash attached to his slave. "Well, I can tell you're impatient, so I'll let you run along. Don't be too rough on him right away..."
Marcus was already halfway up the stairs by now, dragging the slave behind him. "I won't, and thank you father!"
