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From the boy's behavior, he knew he would get upset, but he could not stop his impulse to reach out to him. He pushed a shiny black curl back from his face, wishing for a moment that he could take his gloves off.
"Don't be afraid, little one, I don't think you are lying to me."
He moved away then, looking at the hall. He had only been to his father's rooms twice. He did not really want to be here now, but he had to get his mother's things out of this place.
"Lying to me would be a mistake, but you are just confused."
the demon llama spoke
06:34 p.m. // Sunday, September 16, 2001
Wringing his hands, Kristof followed Alexi.
"I wish I could believe that he isn't coming back, but he always does. He spends days across the continent, and I don't know where he goes, or what he does... but it is probably something horrid..."
Soon they stood in the entrance way of the Master's main corridor. His sleeping quarters were here, as well as entrances to some of his libraries, kitchens and guest rooms. His entrance way alone was made up of at least sixteen other rooms.
Shivering in the drafty entrance, Kristof turned his head to look at the taller one.
"You don't believe me, do you? You think I talk all nonsense!" He wanted to cry at that. If he could possibly talk nonsense and believe it all, he'd gladly do so. But it was all true. He couldn't escape what had become.
the demon llama spoke
02:35 p.m. // Sunday, September 16, 2001
"Why is it so hard to believe he isn't coming back?"
The child was insane, not even thinking he was human. It was too bad. Certainly it was his father's fault. He... he had had a taste... for pretty children...pretty boys.
"I will get the keys and leave nothing out of place."
the demon llama spoke
02:34 p.m. // Sunday, September 16, 2001
He shuddered at the words, following him towards the stairwell. "Demo..." he said, his voice cracking. 'I'm not human... not anymore..." In ways the smaller boy was still human. Sometimes he felt he really had a heart, sometimes he felt he had feelings too, but sometimes he felt so cold, so lonely and desolate, he found himself wondering if he really did exist anymore. But how it must have felt, for his master's breathing days... to then become the creature that he was. All blood and souls of other men, dividing him into one.
"You misunderstand me, Sir Alexi. You see... for when my master comes back... he usually notices anything that is out of place. He rarely comes home in good spirit...."
the demon llama spoke
02:33 p.m. // Sunday, September 16, 2001
"He's not going to notice, but I will go for them." Moves away and then looks back. "And no human belongs to anyone."
the demon llama spoke
02:33 p.m. // Sunday, September 16, 2001
Kristof shook his head, lowering his sapphire eyes to the delicate lacings on the floor. "No. He is correct this time. I belong to him, and whatever he wishes for me, is what is right..." His hands curled tightly in front of him and he turned glancing towards the elegant gothic staircase that he was once propped against. "As for those keys... if you know my master... you know that his room was the first one on the left, on the second story..." he paused and licked his lips, a small pink tongue darting up to taste the blandness of his darkchildish skin. "They keys... if only I can get them back before he will notice...."
the demon llama spoke
02:32 p.m. // Sunday, September 16, 2001
He looked at the child, young and poorly dressed and too thin. He did not want to show kindness to anyone who had served his father.. but this boy... it wouldn't be a sign of weakness, would it? He reminded him of himself... minus the insanity and the fake wing. "If we are talking about the same man, I doubt very much he gives you what you deserve."
the demon llama spoke
02:32 p.m. // Sunday, September 16, 2001
Standing back a few paces from the other, he wrapped his own frail arms around him.
"How can you say that? You don't even know him! He always... he always gives me what I deserve!" Kristof cried, staring in fear out ahead of him, as if blinded of his own words.
Sometimes, the nights ached so much, being alone against the cool, brisk wind that hit the palace walls. Maybe this man... would at least keep him company for a while.
"You live here... before Master owned this palace?" he blinked and bit his lip. /Did master live here too then, haunting the home of this man when he was younger? Or was he far away then, from these cold, iron walls? Tormenting another poor child, or soul like mine?/
the demon llama spoke
02:31 p.m. // Sunday, September 16, 2001
"I was born here. There, actually." He pointed at the locked door. "But I haven't been here in many years. I..."
/I escaped... but I don't want to tell him that./
"Since it seems to upset you so much, I won't break the door down yet." He walked back to the other room. "Really, you worry too much. Your master can't hurt you anymore."
the demon llama spoke
02:31 p.m. // Sunday, September 16, 2001
Kristof looked ahead of him, his mind a jumble and mass of thoughts and images that made no sense. "Your... things?" he said in a quiet voice and he sped after the other man, staring up at him, his voice shaking inside of him.
"You mean... your saying you used to live her, sir? I don't understand.... hasn't this place always been... deserted? I have lived here for seven years already now... I have never seen you around here before...."
/For sure he must be one of master's friends... but he is so cold, so cruel and I don't understand him... maybe it is just what I will have to face for all my eternity. The hatred of others./
Kristof shuddered and drew his ragged wing close to his chest. "I..... don't know of anyway to help but... I do know..." he paused, thinking of his future punishment for doing what he soon would. "I have seen a set of keys on a ring on Master's desk..." His crystalline eyes shined in fear up at the older man.
the demon llama spoke
02:28 p.m. // Sunday, September 16, 2001
"Valuables? I want nothing that belonged him. I only want what is mine. I am no thief."
He wondered for a moment if it was foolish to think that it would still be there. But they had to be, the old man hadn't removed his mother's things after her death, so why would he take them after he had escaped?
He had been too young to save his mother, but now--now he would at least take her memory out of this place before he destroyed it.
the demon llama spoke
12:40 a.m. // Saturday, September 15, 2001
Kristof's body shook at the other's words. He seemed enraged, angry, and despite it all, he just balled his tiny hands into fists and followed the other back down the dark corridor.
"Iie... I am not twelve..." he chose not to mention his real age, of seventeen, and even during the moments of his breathing life, he remembered being looked on as younger. He had such a sweet face then, cheery and full of delight. His cheeks were almost rosy. He had girls and boys alike all around, asking him if he was available.
But it was different now. He was now so pale, the blood being drained from his body. His hands were skinny and small. He was still very attractive and lovely, but did not have the same cheery happiness and charisma that he once had.
"Why are you, sir, so desperate to get into that particular room. I am sure it is not the one with the most valuables..." Kristof bit his lip, fearing the other to shout out at him angrily again.
He had ignored the words from before. /He is... was my father.../
Most of all, he did not want Alexi to break it down. He feared his master's return. He would most likely, throttle him then, for the distruction of a room, Kristof remembered being one of a great likeness to his master.
Perhaps Alexi was his son? No... impossible. His master never spoke of a son, or children or a wife or family. Not even once. But maybe... it pained him?
And again the question pryed at Kristof's mind. Why, and how did his master die? He shook that thought away, afraid of where it would lead, and took another step towards the other.
the demon llama spoke
09:13 p.m. // Friday, September 14, 2001
"I haven't been here since I was your age. What are you? Twelve?"
He shook his head and stormed back into the hall staring at the door to the room he needed to enter. It was not a sacred room. It was his room, and it had been his mother's before her early death.
"Boy!" he called. "You sure you don't know where the key is? Then I'll break the door."
the demon llama spoke
12:25 a.m. // Friday, September 14, 2001
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