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Posted: Jun 1 2018, 06:02 PM
OLD • Demon • Desire • Hell
Once Upon a Time...
Vanity is the name of the game for this particular demon. He presents himself with a confident air, is normally seen with a smirk upon his face, and a perfectly groomed image that only enhances his natural beauty. Though the framework tends to stay the same when it comes to his appearance, he can and will alter a few things along the way, based on how his tastes adapt over time. He might run around with deep blue eyes for a number of years, for instance, only to swap inexplicably to chestnut brown to compliment his usually brown hair. To try to understand the inner machinations of his mind is to lose yourself to hours of internal preening and compliments he directs at himself, so it’s best to just accept it for what it is, and let him be himself.
Clothing likewise is subject to his fickle, ever changing tastes. Presently, he tends to prefer finer clothing, such as suits made out of fancy fabrics, and the occasional fancy top hat to complete his dapper look. Some days he may opt to bring a cane along, while others he might accessorize with an ornate pistol. If he ever has both with him at once, know that he’s feeling particularly fancy that day, and is probably in a very good mood as a result. Just don’t compliment him on his appearance unless you want to deal with the repercussions of stoking the flames of his ego further. He really, really doesn’t need it. He does that enough for himself.
TW: thar be f-bombs below, and sexual connotations
There was nothing in the world more perplexing than a mortal expressing pride in themselves over successfully summoning one such as himself. Or, at least, he was pretty sure that was an expression of pride that the mortal was wearing. It was difficult to tell, what with all the damned binding and protective spells that the mortal had prepared before summoning him. To their credit, they’d done a good job! He sure as fuck couldn’t move, which meant that it was likely that the spells could securely bind other individuals like him. So, if they pulled this stunt again, they could rest assured that their next angry target wouldn’t be able to break out and kill them.
They weren’t in any danger from him specifically, but that was beside the point. Good workmanship was good workmanship! And if he didn’t already know that it’d go to the mortal’s head, he’d compliment them on thi--you know what, he was gonna go ahead and do just that anyway.
What is your name? Who chose it?
His snark received no visible response, and the blob continued to stand there, watching him--judgingly. Fuckin’ prick. “...Enoch. It’s Enoch.” His disparaging admittance came with a theatrically dramatic sigh, and his tone continued on with a melancholic air as he elaborated more. “I gave it to myself. Happy now?” Of course, it wasn’t his real name, but they hadn’t specified on that one, to be fair! Besides, it was funnier to give out this name to anyone who asked. He could practically see the little wheels in their human brain churning as they...thought nothing of his response, apparently, and conjured up another equally pointless question to pose to him.
“I’d have to say I’m quite fond of the whole package deal. It’s not as though I HAVE to live with any sort of minor imperfection; if I don’t like something about myself, I change it.” He peered across at his magically bound arms, then down to his bound legs, the sight of which caused him to frown. Ugh, arms out to the side and legs planted firmly beneath him. Booooooring. “You’re ruining the look, by the by. If you MUST chain me up, at least take full advantage and flaunt my assets. It’d make matters far more entertaining and interesting for the both of us.”
By now, a grin dominated Enoch’s expression, and mischief danced within his eyes. Provided the human could see him even if he couldn’t see them all that clearly, they’d no doubt know that he was through with playing their little game. They should’ve known better than to slip up as they had! “I’ll do you one better; I’ll give you useful information. Now then, when it comes to chain placement, you really should--”
“Not important?” He awarded the blob with an amused, if incredulous look. “No, not in the grand scheme of things I suppose, but I am curious as to what you hope to gain from this. I feel that I have every right to know, as well! It isn’t like you found me, roaming about some populace sowing chaos and destruction in my wake. I was in Hell, doing naught but twiddling my thumbs.” He pursed his lips, and lifted his eyebrows as he looked to the blob with renewed interest. “What are the chances that you’ll let me stay on the mortal plane once we’re finished here?”
Silence was his only answer for the longest time. It wasn’t that the mortal had left the room, either; he could still see their blobby, blurry self just beyond the confines of his temporary prison. Either they were having a one-sided staredown with him, or they simply couldn’t stand to look at him any longer. Either way, it was a tad awkward, and further proof that they were new to this whole business.
“Back to ignoring me, are you? How long do you suppose THAT’S going to last? I’d say…” Enoch pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, pushing it outwards as his expression shifted from amusement to thoughtfulness. “Three more attempts at questions. What do you think?”
“Pretty please? React for me? I’d appreciate it!”
The demon’s thoughts came to a screeching halt when the entire area...shook. He could feel it, even though the bindings were holding him steadily in place, and if he didn’t know any better, he could’ve sworn he saw the blob pale at least three shades whiter than it normally was. His pout faded, and his grin returned anew. Oh dear. What were the odds that something like this would happen? Was the little mortal in trouble?
Enoch has abilities you might expect out of a demon from the fiery pits of Hell; he can conjure up corrupted flames, alter his form to make himself more appealing or frightening, make pacts with mortals and immortals alike (that may or may not end in the vitality of the other party being drained, if not their very soul), and while he CAN be killed whilst traveling across the mortal plane, his death there sends him rocketing back to Hell, where he’s safe and sound. Bored, but safe.
HOWEVER. Due to the transgressions of his past, his centre is both his greatest strength and weakness. His powers are extremely restricted, to the point that he cannot act against another being of his own initiative if it means that it would bring them harm. So, he can’t just walk up to the nearest mortal and light them up in shadowy hellfire; he has to wait for someone else to grant him permission, in a way.
And make sure you keep an eye on him, too. Guy can teleport around, and unless you specifically request that he stick around nearby to make it easier to augment your abilities with his magical reserves, he’ll assume everything’s peachy and go off on an adventure somewhere.
Ultimately, he hopes to find a way to remove the restrictions placed upon him, since it’s damned inconvenient having to always ask temporary mortal mums and dads if it’s okay for him to do stuff. If that ever occurs, I’ll work with staff on revamping his power set before I put anything into play.
Though he cannot directly impact the mortal realm around him of his own initiative, simply being nearby Enoch tends to have a somewhat nasty (depending on the circumstances) side effect. His presence seems to exude an aura that lowers inhibitions, and makes someone far more likely to follow through on whatever desire they happen to have. Those stray thoughts of, ‘What would happen if I drove towards opposing traffic?’ or other such destructive thoughts that you can usually stop by realising how out of place and weird they are? Not so easy to ignore. Sitting by someone you’ve had a crush on for a very long time? It starts to feel like it’s the right time to confess the love that you’ve held for them for so long. It’s not a guarantee that they’ll follow through, but it’s definitely a test of their staying power.
Personally, he thinks it’s great, especially since he can usually tell what it is that they REALLY want. It also makes it easier for him to get to know the real person behind whatever mask of civility that they put up if he speaks to them for any length of time. Besides, it doesn’t hurt to indulge your desires every now and again, he promises! (he’s actually a horrible liar and should never be trusted please never take his advice ever)
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