Heirot

Thorn carried Damien to his room an junked him on the bed. The body bounced and was followed by a loud thud as Damien hit the floor on the other side.

"Whoops," Thorn said softly then turned around to find a smiling, almost laughing, Trydent.

"Well pick him back up and put him on the bed," Trydent strained through gritted teeth. He was trying his best to hold back the laughter that tickled at his throat.

Once Damien was placed on his bed his servants left his room, leaving him alone. They each went to their seperate rooms. After a few minutes Mi emerged no longer wearing her nightgown. She wore a pair of tight black pants, with close fitting knee high black boots and a white shirt with a black corset around the middle. She had a black belt around her waist that held the dagger she had stolen from Eve.

She walked down the hall, her footsteps echoing down the hall as she made her way to the steps going towards the top deck. She opened the door and froze in the doorway.

Her mouth opened up, however she quickly closed it. Awe struck at what she saw, and how impossible it seemed...

The ship was submurged under water. It was as if the ship was surrounded by a close fitting airbubble... and it was swimming through the ocean. She walked to the starbord side and leaned over to see the ores moving quickly through the ocean water... She could reach out and touch the water... Her finger tips touching the salty ocean water, causing it to ripple a trail as they moved past. Mi looked up to find water above them as well... It was as if they were a ship in a bottle. Yes, that is exaclty what it was like, minus the bottle. Fish swam closs to the edge. She could barely make them out before they swam away. Sharks circled around the mast at the top.

"Does it frighten you, Lady Mi?" Ahriman asked as his boots echoed his way closer to her. "Being so far underwater.... and you, a woman with no swimming skills and a very large distaste of water?"

"Nothing frightens me," Mi said.

"No?" Ahriman laughed. "You forget, my lady... I know everything about you..." He grew closer. I know your habbits. I know your dreams. I know your fears..." He smiled and looked her over. "I know your desires."

"Oh, then you know I fear nothing..." Mi grew uncomfortable and walked on, exploring the rest of the deck. The sound of Ahriman's laughter echoed off the ocean walls.

Damien rubbed his brow as he sat up in the bed. Dizziness rushed over him and his head felt as if someone had beat it with a hammer. He gazed around the empty dim lit room. It was rather well furnished. A couch on the wall along the door with an end table on either side. The bed in the middle and a small table and wash pale on the far side wall.

Out the window something very peculiar went by, and Damien noticed that he was no longer on land. He was under the sea. He stood up and lost his vision briefly. "What the hell did I do?" he said to himself. He shook it off and made towards the door.

As he made onto the upper deck he noticed Mi and Ahriman. "Enjoying the nice ocean view?" Damien asked sarcastically.

Mi walked closer to Damien. "Ahriman has been kind enough to give us a lift to the Outerlands on the Ferry Cúma S Udún..." she said glancing at Ahriman.

"Thank you for the way to the ship. It would have been difficult otherwise..." Ahriman said and glanced at them both. "Dinner will be shortly... I'll leave you two alone for now."

Mi glanced at Damien. "Are you feeling better?" she asked, though the tone sounded as if she could careless...

"Not really," he smarted, "Not that you would care." he rubbed his skull and glanced into the watery wall. "You seemed well enough with your new boyfriend."

He reached out and stirred the water with his fingertips.

Mi arched an eyebrow and shook her head. "Why? Jealous?" she asked with a smirk. It was the question that he had asked her when she had gotten aggrivated with Eve.

"No, there is nothing there by business," she said. She didn't know if she wanted to give it away or not... So she just left it at that.

Mi didn't like water, however she felt the water off the side of he bout strangely facinating to play with. She touched her finger tips too it. But, narrowed her eyes as she saw a dark large shadow coming closer and closer to the wall of water. Then suddenly sharp teeth sprung forth and tried to snap her hand off. She jerked her hand back and slipped on the deck, falling towards Damien.

Damien caught the slender bodied girl in his arms without even realizing his actions. He stared into her eyes a moment, then quickly broke contact and helped her regain her feet. "Why would I be jealous?" he asked. "I have a beautiful woman's bed I can go to anytime I please."

Mi laughed and stood straight. "When you think about how many men have probably touched that, if I were you I'd think twice... There is no telling what she's been with," she said and leaned against the railing again, noticing that the large shadow was following along side the ship. She glanced at it, a bit uneasy.

"Its whatever you want," she said and noticed that the shadow was that of a shark. "Or rather whatever you desire..."

Damien smirked. "You shouldn't be concerned with whom I bed with anyway. So why does it matter to you how many people... things, she's been with." He stared at her intently. He felt a desirable urge to kiss her but withheld for a better moment.

"I was just was going to try and help you... Offer friendly advice. You know me, I'm just about being friendly," she said and smiled. Her blue eyes dancing.

"I don't entirely trust any of this... something doesn't seem right..." She glanced around. "After all we are on the Ferry to Hell."

"Pshhh..." Damien blew the comment off, "Hell? This ship isn't goin to hell. Hell's not ready for us." He felt the blood in his veins heating. It wasn't for a lust after Mi, or any woman. It was something else in him. Something hotter!!

He snapped his finger and ignited a small flame. His power seared through his body as the flame burned amidst the top of his hand. "Isn't this an amazing gift we have?" he asked staring at the fire.

Mi smiled, "Yes, it is an amazing gift. However, you must consider what Ahriman said. One of us is to become a demon... Therefore one of us must die." Mi looked at him before she turned to walk away.

As she turned suddenly the shadow moved and a shark flew out of the wall of water and landed on the deck, sliding towards Mi....

The shark disintegrated just short of me. Damien stood across the deck from her with a smile on as face and fire in his eyes. "I'm glad he did that." Damien said. "I've had this uncontrollable urge to use my power since I woke." He looked at the pile of ash that laid at Mi's feet. "It's a shame it wasn't a bigger one. Might would have snipped ya." he walked passed her grinning.

He made his way back into the lower deck and to his room.

Mi walked down the steps three flights towards the dinning hall. It was early, no one was there. She sat with her feet propped on the dinning room table, her eyes closed as she thought about what she should do... What she should ask. She had spent her whole life thinking that the man she had called father was her real father. Who was her real father?


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Eve knocked on the door to Damien's room. She opened it and stepped in, whether he liked it or not. She swayed and shifted as she walked towards him. "I was wondering, Lord Damien... What the plan was," she said, though it was obvious that she didn't care about the plan.

Damien sat in his bed with his bare back inclined against a pillow on the headboard. "Well hello there Eve," he said smiling. "We are heading for the Outerlands, to... for business." It wasn't the dumb twits business what they planned to do in the Outerlands.

"What brings you in here?" he finally asked as she approached his bed. "And we both know it wasn't out of curiosity as to what our plans are."