The World Below

"What is it?! He replies as he cleans off of his razor with something kind of resembling a napkin.

Blaise speaks. "The branding ritual seemed pretty dumb, like, it only hurt, like hell. Doesn't seem very beneficial to mark any slaves, since it is such a worthless ritual. You people just want to see them pain!" Blaise deducted, not very impressed by what happened 2 days ago.

"Kneel." He replies and immediately Blaise feels this overwhelming compulsion to do so.

Blaise kneels his eyes wide in confusion, he looks down wondering 'what the fuck...?' until he returns his gaze at Beast as he caught up to the whole ploy.

"You understand now do you not?" He remarks flatly.

Blaise speaks. "Yeah... Whatever... So, what are we supposed to do now?" Blaise asks as he got back up, he hated the fact that he had to serve Beast until he could kill him in fair combat.

"We?" He asks with a raised brow.

Blaise speaks more. "Well, if we do something together... But you are going to just make me run around doing your bidding huh?" Blaise says folding his arms, but he can't really complain since apparently, this was his job now.

"Most likely not , you aren't some house slave , you're meant to be a warrior." He replies calmly.

Blaise shrugs at that, though after some training some relaxing fun was in order but what does a supposed 'warrior' that is meant to take orders get to do around here?

"Goodbye now." The Beast whispers and with that walks off.

Blaise just watched as Beast left, guess he could find his own fun. Blaise decided to take a tour in the citadel, there were many places he has not seen yet and learnt the layout so he might as well do that till Beast comes back to be an asshole.

The idea to take a tour is quickly shut down when he opens a door and is almost swallowed up by a thousand hands of shadow.

Blaise just panics and backs off as quickly as he could, his eyes wide of slight panic and surprise. Never going back there again and maybe the tour is a bad idea... Blaise makes his way to his room then, there he can be all his boring lonesome..

the citadel however is just this confusing labyrinthine tower of floor after floor and it takes quite a while to find his room.

Blaise grunts in frustration, how could Beast leave him in such a pickle!? Blaise keep trying to find his room until he actually finds it.

At the door he finds his master waiting with a melancholy expression "I grew bored...would you like to go back to earth?"

Blaise stares at Beast with a bothered slightly angry look, he speaks. "You left me alone... And when I used an hour to find my room... Just to relax... You are here already... Sigh... What should I do at Earth?" Blaise says giving up as he was utterly defeated by the citadel.

"...I dunno , do you want to go to Earth? I figured perhaps you'd prefer it , and since you're my slave now I should get to know you." He explains casually, he seems to be dressed in Earth clothes as well.

Blaise sighs and speaks. "I guess it is better, but can you decide if I am a 'slave' or a 'warrior' to you? Earlier you said I am not a slave, make up your mind already!" Blaise says as he gets ready for the travel.

"I said house slave...house being the important word."

Blaise grunts in his frustration, what was even the point to make the difference!? "Fine, fine... So, we going?" Blaise says as he calms up a little.

"I was about to get to that , you need to learn some patience." He remarks as he raises his hand and in a flash of green light , forms a green glowing rectangular portal for them to walk through , though what's on the other side can't really be seen.

Blaise would follow Beast through the portal, seeing Earth after such a long time was going to be refreshing. Since that place is Blaise's home, the world he was born into.

"You should probably regress your demonic form , just a bit....the meat that walk these streets will cause an annoyance if they see you ." He advises frigidly , calmly sauntering out of the dark alley they appeared i and onto the side walk, all the familiar hustle and bustle of the city around them returning to him as he takes it in. He will not lie , even though he has little regard for the 'people' who walk these streets the artist in him can't help but like the sprawling foggy metropolis that surrounds them , with it's brightly lit signs and illuminated billboards. The great airships that have so recently become trendy dominating the night sky like great floating behemoths. It's a pit then that one day he shall be told to lead an army to destroy such a fine portrait of organized chaos . "Follow me , I'll buy you some clothes . Then perhaps we can go to a club , listen to some music, get some nice drinks , or cause some havoc if that's more our taste."