tyrus-demonic

[tyrus-demonic]

Loss of Innocence || Tyrus

Tyrus and three other demon Knights in training were being lead down a narrow, stone-walled, corridor, their path lit by torches mounted in iron every few feet. They were ushered into a large room that Ty swore was a dungeon, lined up along the back wall. Half the room was pitch black, older demons standing in pairs at the two doors, another positioned in front of the young Knights. Tyrus felt his gut twist in dread, eyes darting around and taking note of every little minor detail. Their instructor snapped his fingers and the once dark half of the room came to light, illuminated by torches along the far wall. In chains a figure was held dangling from the floor by shackled wrists, head hung limply as if already dead. 

"Today," The demon who stood in front of them announced. "you take an important step in becoming full fledged Knights." Ty recognized this demon as Xaphan, one of the original fallen angels who rebelled with Lucifer. "The creature before you is none other than an angel, Azazel and I caught him snooping around our front gate." The demon informed. Xaphan turned and walked to the angel, grasping his chin and rousing him awake with a muttering of soft words. The angel jolted in surprise, writhing in his chains in an attempt to get away. With a Cheshire grin Xaphan turned back to the young demons. "For today's lesson you will watch and take note of how to successfully interrogate a prisoner of war."

Xaphan questioned the angel, Tyrus later figuring out his name was Benzial, receiving answer after answer. When Benzial refused to answer anymore Xaphan snarled in rage, storming away from the angel and to one of the demons stationed at the West door. Obediently the guard handed Xaphan a brown, leather, corded whip. Ty could see the glint of what appeared to be silver-or maybe it was steel-from where he stood, visibly wincing at the thought of those sharp barbs tearing into flesh. "Tyrus." Xaphan snapped, making the young demon finch visibly in surprise.

"Sir?" Ty responded warily.

"I want you and Cerci to take his arms, don't want him spinning around too much." Xaphan instructed, pointing to the girl next to him and gesturing them over. Tyrus swallowed down his nerves and walked forward, grabbing the angel by his right arm as Cerci grabbed his left. "Turn our friend around, will ya?" Xaphan growled maliciously as he unwound the whip, the sharp ends scratching at the stone floor. "Last chance, feathers..." The older demon warned.

Tyrus blinked in surprise when the angel whispered softy to him instead. "Please," Benzial's voice was weak. "help me." The angel pleaded. Ty squeezed his eyes shut as he heard the first crack of the whip and metal tearing into skin. He could feel the silent screams welling up in Benzial as the angel shook violently. Tyrus lost count of how many times he heard the crack of that whip but he remember when Benzial had screamed, losing consciousness. 

"Tyrus." Xaphan snapped at the young demon, rolling up the whip and throwing it to the boy. "Get that cleaned up, that's all for today. Go on home." Their instructor sighed, flexing his hands as he turned to leave. The others filed out after him, besides two guards who stood stock still. Tyrus waited, having caught the bloody whip in one hand, still next to Benzial. 

"Help me." Benzial whispered, startling Tyrus who had thought he was still unconscious. Stepping away the demon shook his head, looking over his shoulders at the guards. "Please." The angel was begging now but Tyrus turned and followed the other's out. "You're all the same. All of you!" The angel snarled, his voice echoing through the stone corridors. 

Tyrus knew that the angels were their worst enemy, but torturing an angel after he had cooperated to the best of his knowledge...Ty thought about that day often. It haunted him even.

#solaprompt #tyrus #//hope this works! #cut for:violence #cut for:length #cut for:torture

[tyrus-demonic]

"Cute? Darling I'm down right sex on a stick." Tyrus boasted with a smirk. The demon tensed slightly as Gemma hugged him, briefly squeezing her back before the human stepped away. "I'll keep that in mind." He said in response to her open offer. Rubbing the back of his neck he let out a short laugh, knowing he shouldn't have mentioned anything about anybody. "I don't think you know him, he's new. Sorta. I've seen this host before but..." Ty trailed off as Gemma mentioned Oz's, shaking his head and raising his hands in surrender. "Oh, well I guess if you insist. I've only been to Oz's once." He admitted closing his eyes as Gemma took his arm again and began walking once more. "He's got these eyes." The demon stated with a soft sigh. "I'm not sure if he likes me all that much, he's probably straight as a stripper pole anyways."

Sunday Stroll|| Gemma & Tyrus

#c:gemma #location:french quarter

[tyrus-demonic]

"Well Dylan, it's nice to meet you." Tyrus smirked as they shook hands. It lasted for a brief moment before the demon drew his hand back. "Same. My brother and I hit our third century this last decade." Ty wondered how many more centuries he'd be on Earth. "I had the pleasure to have met Mykiel, prickly fellow, but funny." The demon informed. "A friend of yours, I'm assuming?"

The neighborhood || Tyrus & Raziel

Raziel’s eyes flickered to the offered hand briefly before he clasped it in a shake for greeting, nodding at the introduction. “Dylan.” He didn’t feel it necessary to give the man his actual name, doubting he’d have all that much interaction with him as it was. “No, not nearly. I’ve been around these parts a while. I take it you’ve met Myke then.”

#c:raziel

[tyrus-demonic]

"That's right, my brother's the owner. I'm Isaac Knight." The demon introduced, offering his hand for the angel to shake. "My friend's call me Ty." He said in a softer voice, looking around. "Is this your first trip down to Earth?" He asked earnestly. "I know one of your feathered friends just showed up, did you two come down together?"

The neighborhood || Tyrus & Raziel

Raziel simply shook his head, arms folding across his chest. “I don’t have anything to say. I was just making conversation. You’re the one who went and got all bent out of shape.” To start he’d honestly just been posing a question without any negative means behind it, it was Tyrus who’d gotten all ruffled up and rubbed the wrong way. Then, of course, it was far too entertaining to not play along with it. “Never meant to offend. How about we start fresh. You’re one of the guys that works at this place, right?”

#c:raziel

[tyrus-demonic]

"I wish I could say the same." Ty murmured, drumming his fingers on the table softly as he looked around the café. It had been awhile since he actually did something besides work, even on his days off he stayed in his apartment and drank alone. Tyrus smiled at Slyph and shrugged. "Sounds good to me, darling."

The neighborhood || Tyrus & Slyph

" That is exactly what I like to hear. I like work, but I like having fun more" Slyph explained as she looked over to the other demon. She preferred her work as a demon over work at the casino, but it wasn’t easy to look as good as her and that took money.. " How about as sweet as me?" Slyph replied before waving over someone to place her order. 

#c:slyph #location:spitfire

[tyrus-demonic]

"I'd rather be having a good time with you than go to work." Tyrus played along with a criminal grin. It's not like he needed to work, his acquired wealth from the numerous years on Earth made his life simple and comfortable. His apartment was one of the better ones in town and he had an old motorcycle to get around if he was in the right mood. "Something sweet? Hmm, alright, as long as it's not too sweet."

The neighborhood || Tyrus & Slyph

"You shouldn’t give me that sort of power. You’ll never show up at work. " Slyph replied running a hand through her hair. She had no intention of actually doing that, but there was no telling what the demon would do. She always wanted some excitement. She rolled her eyes at his comment, but couldn’t help but smile as well. Some phrases could sound cliche, but they were still good to hear.  " Okay, maybe you should try something a little sweeter. "

#c:slyph

[tyrus-demonic]

Tyrus smiled at the angel, tongue darting out to lick his lips. "Any suggestions on a new hobby? I rather enjoy running into hapless strangers and starry eyed saints." The demon chuckled softly. "I'm Isaac Knight, but you can call me Ty." He introduced himself. "You got a name?" Ty inquired with a quirk of his eyebrows.

The neighborhood || Tyrus & Sariel

Sariel decided that she may as well play his game and gave him an overly sweet smile. “Habits and hobbies are different things and not particularly.” As he continued on, she couldn’t help but laugh at his logic and  shrugged. “Take it as you will, right now you only seem like scum on earth because you keep harping on the same thing. Maybe you should get a new hobby.”

#c:sariel

[tyrus-demonic]

Ty glowered at the angel, seething at the smug smile the other had. "Sir?" Tyrus looked around in confusion, as if the angel were addressing someone else. "Listen, harp boy, if you got something to say just say it." The demon held his arms out to his sides, awaiting a response. "I know our kind don't get along real well but we're all in the same boat here, pal." He growled. "May as well get along, eh?"

The neighborhood || Tyrus & Raziel

Raziel would have to admit that he was fairly entertained by how much the demon seemed to have gotten riled up by his simple presence. But now he appeared to be simmering more so, which wasn’t nearly as entertaining. He glanced at the phone as it’s tucked away before smirking. So sensitive, this one. “Gee, I’m terribly sorry for causing you so much trouble, sir. You have yourself a good day.”  

#c:raziel

[tyrus-demonic]

Tyrus was jolted to a stop, turning to look at Gemma he couldn't help but smile at her expression of surprise. "Never." He repeated almost proudly, his smile splitting wider as she went on. "I'm very old." Ty agreed, though he was still an extremely young demon. There were plenty that were hundreds upon hundreds of years older than him. Like Ashra, she was probably born when dinosaurs still walked the Earth. "Aric knows, I think." The demon told Gemma with a shrug. When the human put a hand to his chest Ty could've sworn his heart skipped a beat, palms becoming sweaty, and his breath hitching ever so slightly. "I-uh," Ty licked his lips, at a loss for words. He knew that this human belonged to his brother, that they were involved, and he wasn't all that certain his brother would appreciate Gemma hooking up with Ty. "That'd be wonderful, Gemma, but I don't exactly-" He coughed softly, clearing the lump in his throat. "I don't swing," Lucifer he just needed to spit it out. "I bat for the other team, darling." Ty said breathlessly. "You don't exactly have the right assets." The demon ran a hand through his hair, sighing softly. "But there is this...person...he uh, I don't know, never mind."

Sunday Stroll|| Gemma & Tyrus

#c:gemma #Sunday Stroll:Gemma #location:French Quarter #//I love Gemma

[tyrus-demonic]

Tyrus laughed softly, an easy smile on his face as he sat wit Slyph. "You can steal me from work any time you want." The demon admitted. It wasn't like he hated his job, it could just get boring sometimes, day after day of the same thing. It'd make anyone go crazy. "I like my coffee as black as my heart." Ty joked with a sly and lopsided grin. "But I'm willing to try anything."

The neighborhood || Tyrus & Slyph

" Then we will just have to get you a bucket of tequila. " Slyph replied as she got comfortable in her seat. " It better. I am not beyond stealing you from work. " The demon replied raising an eyebrow to him. She was merely teasing, but that was often what she did. " What sort of coffee do you like. There’s a few choices?"

#c:slyph

[tyrus-demonic]

"It's not like I haven't tried killing her before." Ty said softly under his breath, smiling at his younger brother. "It'll either be us or her one of these days." The demon had a feeling that his and his brother's combined intelligence would give them the upper hand, but Ashra was not to be underestimated. "Twenties? I may have a thing or two lying around, though I'll have to get them dry cleaned." Ty had enjoyed the twenties the first time around, a party themed from that era sounded pretty good.

The old Absinthe House || Tyrus & Aric

#c:aric #location: Absinthe

[tyrus-demonic]

Ty looked to the side, down at Gemma with a frown, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. "Listen, Gemma, I'd appreciate if this stayed between you and me. I have a reputation to uphold." The demon started out with a sigh, only half joking. "Never. I've never had sex, never kissed anybody, and never been with anybody who I wanted to engage in physical contact with." The demon chuckled at himself. "I swear to Lucifer if I ever find out you told anybody...I'll kill you." Ty promised.

Sunday Stroll|| Gemma & Tyrus

#c:gemma

[tyrus-demonic]

"It'll take a bucket of tequila to loosen me up." Tyrus confessed with a grin, taking the seat across the table from the pretty demon. "Next week sounds good to me, I'll have to ask Aric for a day or two off in advanced, but it can definitely be worked out." He reassured, playing with a spoon that had been wrapped up in a napkin on the table. "What's good here?"

The neighborhood || Tyrus & Slyph

" I wouldn’t threaten you ever, at least not in a serious way. " Slyph replied with humor to her voice as she looked for a seat. " I’ll just have to find a way to loosen you up. It might take work. " A smile fell on her lips and she nodded her head " Well as long as I have fun I cane deal with sucking. How about this week?"

#c:slyph #location:spitfire

[tyrus-demonic]

Text @ Tyrus & Aric

Slyph: I'm always careful Tyrus. You too, okay?

Slyph: I'll be doing the same.

Tyrus: Don't worry about me, I'll be fine.

Tyrus: I'll text you later.

#textslyph

[tyrus-demonic]

Ty let out a sigh through his nose, shaking his head and looking down at the damp ground. "Renegade angels, why am I not surprised?" Looking at Mykiel his eyebrows drew together in confusion. "If they were all wiped out than the name should've died with them, unless an angel-like yourself-ended up getting tossed out of heaven and makes another group of renegades with the same name." The demon suggested. "Or you missed a few of them." Ty took back the piece of parchment, folding it back up and tucking it away. He couldn't help feeling that the angel was uneasy, disturbed by the name. "These renegade angels...what were they trying to accomplish before they were destroyed?"

Smoke on the water || Tyrus & Mykiel

#c:mykiel #location:outside absinthe

[tyrus-demonic]

"I'm always looking to get hammered, you don't have to ask me twice." Tyrus reminded with a sly grin. If it meant going to his grandmother's house to get wasted, so be it. In all actuality Ashra's parties were legendary, though he often didn't remember anything the next morning, the only way he knew he had gone was the blinding hangover. "Twenties?" Ty pursed his lips and pondered the idea. "I might have something lying around I could throw on." With a smile he nodded his head. "I'd love to go." When Ashra mentioned work he could only smirk. "Oh you poor thing, must be so hard. How much did you get out of your latest late husband?" The young demon asked with a shit-eating smile. "Humans get old and wrinkly, if you're looking for someone more youthful you may want to try your own species." He suggested with a shrug.

The old Absinthe House || Tyrus & Ashra

#c:ashra #location:absinthe

[tyrus-demonic]

Text @ Tyrus & Aric

Slyph: True, but this seems very unreal still.

Slyph: I guess we should be a little more alert now.

Tyrus: Yeah, be careful Slyph.

Tyrus: I'm gonna do some digging on these ophanim, ask around.

Tyrus: I'll keep you updated on what I find.

#text:slyph