Daemon Sadi

It had been a long time since Daemon Sadi had found himself as worried as he was right at that moment. In his previous life, there had been very few things in the world to worry about, given the strength, skill and temperament that had made him one of the most feared Blood males in the history of the race and earned him the nickname "the Sadist". And even here, living his new life as an entertainer, the petty dangers of daily existence, even in a city like Las Vegas, was no match for his abilities.

But in either reality, there was one person who had the power to surprise and concern him almost every time-- one person who was also, in important ways, two people. Jaenelle Angelline, especially in the younger incarnation with which he'd been forced to become reacquainted with, was by nature mischievous and playful and prone to playing pranks on those closest to her. On the other hand, Witch, the impossibly powerful creature that Jaenelle was an incarnation of, could be wildly and dangerously unpredictable.

Daemon had more or less learned the first time around how to handle young Jaenelle. But he wasn't meeting Jaenelle, he was being summoned by Witch.

Laying down on his bed, Daemon closed his eyes and began to breathe deeply. The act of grasping the power that was his birthright as Blood was second nature to him. In his mind, he felt himself descending down into that power, into its cavernous and staggeringly deep manifestation known as the Abyss. Daemon sank down, further and further into the Abyss until he reached a point that his mind turned into a physical location.

The world around him was dark, like a moonless night and everywhere, mist swirled around him, as thick as fog and yet lighter than smoke. His psychic boots came to a rest on flat, hard stone. Daemon could make out a shadowy shape a few feet away, knowing it to be the wide altar that stood in the center of the place. Hoping for the best and steeling himself for the worst, Daemon sighed and bowed his head, waiting.

"I come as summoned," he announced, then kept silent.

01.) Full name? - Daemon Sadi. This version has no idea his father is Saetan SaDiablo.
02.) Best friend? - Lucivar Yaslana. This Daemon also doesn't know Lucivar is his half-brother.
03.) Sexuality? - None, specifically. Nothing and no one arouses him sexually. He also has no trouble exploiting the sexuality of other people of either gender.
04.) Favorite color? - Black. His Jewel of Rank, his nails, his hair, his suits and his attitude.
05.) Relationship status? - A pleasure slave owned by Dorothea SaDiablo, he's loaned or sold to other Courts temporarily. For him, Surreal is almost a pet.
06.) Ideal mate? - In his opinion, none. This Daemon does not believe a Queen will ever be born who will be worthy of his life, love and service.
07.) Turn-ons? - His only satisfaction comes from playing bedroom games and causing pain and anguish in his victims.
08.) Last sexual experience? - Nothing involving himself. Probably using Craft to torture/pleasure some witch.
09.) Favorite food? - Many's nutcakes, not that he would ever admit.
10.) Crushes? - No one. He despises nearly every Blood he knows.
11.) Favorite music? - Opera.
12.) Biggest fear? - That someone will finally be able to kill him before he destroys Dorothea.
13.) Biggest fantasy? - That he could destroy all of Terreille in a single purge.
14.) Quirks in bed? - Using pleasure to torture his partners into agony? Devising cruel and elaborate games and punishments? Slaughtering?
15.) Bad habits? - See above.
16.) Biggest regret? - That (he thinks) there will never be a Queen for him to serve.
17.) Best kept secrets? - That he wishes Surreal had never asked to bed Hayll's Whore, since he kind of liked her before.
18.) Last thought? - "Not my fault she didn't understand who she had in bed with her..."
19.) Worst sexual experience? - Either none or all, depending on how you look at it.
20.) Biggest insecurity? - None.

OOC: This scene is a re-creation of the one from Daughter of the Blood. It is intended as history/backstory and a jumping-off point for the versions of Daemon and Surreal that will be played in jeweledfantasy.

If one were to ask various citizens of Terreille just what they expected Daemon Sadi to be doing at that particular hour of the night, there would likely be just a few different sorts of answers. Those that thought of him first and foremost as Hayll's Whore, a pleasure slave of great renown, would probably expect him to be laboring in some Queen's bedroom, servicing her with his cock and the sexual Craft that were his tools of the trade. Others who knew him as a Warrior Prince serving Dorothea SaDiablo would imagine him at her beck and call, whether in her bed or as her weapon. And those who knew of the Sadist might shudder at the thought of him exacting excruciating and prolonged pain from some unfortunate victim.

Almost certainly none of those questioned would imagine Daemon Sadi to be sitting in the living room of a modest, but well-appointed townhouse engaged-- despite the beautiful female companion sitting on the other side of the room-- in reading a book. And yet, there he was, black hair uncharacteristically tousled and bare feet set up on a hassock, engrossed in his reading.

As Daemon reached out a hand to seek his glass of brandy, he found it empty. Glancing up, he found the bottle on a central table. Using Craft, he floated it over to himself and poured several fingers' worth into the wide, deep snifter beside him. Raising the glass to his lips, he peered over the amber liquid at the woman occupying the chaise lounge opposite him.

The sight of Surreal gave Daemon a feeling that was close to genuine warmth, something only bolstered by the liquid fire of the brandy as it slid down his chest. Centuries before, Surreal had been good to Tersa, the poor madwoman who was, as he later discovered, Daemon's mother. Because of that, and because Daemon had recognized in the young Surreal the same rage and disgust for the aristo Blood of Terreille that fueled him, he had taken her under his wing.

Now, they maintained a casual and almost friendly acquaintance, nearly the only kind Daemon knew. In the times between being used by Dorothea's Court and sold to others, and in the times between the horrors he visited upon so many of those witches and the punishments he was given for such actions, visits with Surreal were a welcome respite.

Daemon frowned as he watched Surreal drain yet another glass of wine, but reminded himself that she was a big girl, and hoped that she wasn't inclined to do anything stupid.

He would have hated having to destroy her.

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