Liing has a minion!

Rafiq the Chamos

premade profile by Chen

tile by xChibiChibaJunx, chamos art by subeta

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Liing made his way down from the nice part of town to the not-so-nice, where he made his way through not-so-nice alleys until he found the not-so-nice bar his good friend Rafiq`s band was playing at that night. He was not happy to make the trip, as he had so expressed when the invitation was made, but he had long ago learned that arguing with Rafiq - for him, anyway - was futile. So here he was, his pressed slacks, pinstripe shirt, and glass of water very out of place in the sticky, smelly, dirty, toothless bar he found himself in.

He might have added “tattooed” to his descriptive list to better give an image of the grizzled men and women that surrounded him had he not had one himself. It was a decorative cross, about five inches long, hidden on his upper arm. He was proud of that particular marking, though he did not feel comfortable having it where the ever-judgmental public could see. Rafiq found that sad.

It was not a style of music Liing was fond of, but he stayed to the end for his friend`s sake - Rafiq was the only one between the two of them that owned a car, and Liing did not care to walk home alone in the dead of night. Rafiq took the time to introduce him to his band, something no one but Rafiq seemed to enjoy.

“Must you be an imbecile?” Liing asked, voice thick with frustration.

”What did I do now?” Rafiq whined. “You are always mad at me.”

Liing ignored him. “I find it hard to believe there is more than one car of that color,” he said, staring down at Rafiq`s golden street racer. It was the one possession of substantial monetary worth that Rafiq owned, and he was very proud of it. Next to it was an identical car, owned by someone else.

”I got it from the car thing, so yeah,” Rafiq said with a shrug. Liing gritted his teeth against the onslaught of lacking vocabulary and let himself in. Rafiq happily opened his door - and accidentally dented the door of the other racer. An angry voice followed.

As the angry man dropped Rafiq to the ground, coughing and bloody, Liing threw open the car door without thinking. He froze with horror once he realized what he had done - now the crook was coming for him. Shakily, he stood, thinking to try and run despite knowing he wouldn`t be fast enough. As the man`s fist pulled back and swung forward, Liing instinctively flinched for something invisible over his right shoulder, something he had tried to forget.

It was the handle of a sword as black as night, with a devil sealed within. It was cloaked in a swirling red mist that served as the medium with which it interacted with the world. This mist, when absorbed into Liing`s bloodstream, allowed him to achieve superhuman feats - and painted his affected skin a deep, bloody red. It also tore at his mind with intense bloodlust, so much that when an underling of the slain thug appeared behind him, Liing wasted no time tearing his soul from his body just for fun.

Liing screamed in horror, fully aware of the foul sword`s treachery. His body was once again his own, and he burst into hysterics - the demon sword, Punishment, had tricked him into attacking Rafiq. Despite his lack of strength by even mortal standards, he managed to lift the great blade with both hands, high over his head, and bring it down into the asphalt with every ounce of his might.

Punishment snarled something unintelligible, furious and pained, but uninjured. Liing`s chest heaved as he paused for his breath, ignoring the sweat dripping down his face and burning his eyes. When he could muster more strength, he raised the sword again.

”Don`t you dare, you worthless child!” Punishment snapped. When Liing did not listen and swung him against a wall, Punishment said, ”STOP, YOU BRAT!”

This continued for some time, with Liing aiming at all he could reach and Punishment cursing his name with whatever words he could think of, both only stopping when that portion of the garage collapsed. Liing did not have the strength to free himself from the rubble, but took pride in the knowledge of what he had done with merely his own power.

”I will murder you, boy,” Punishment rasped weakly, his red aura writhing with agony. ”What did you think you would accomplish? I am superior to you in strength!

Our contract does not break on my death, boy.”

Liing closed his eyes, knitting his brows together in silence.

”You belong to me.” Punishment said.

Liing remained silent.

”What was that boy to you? He merely distracted you from your goal. You have spent one year - one full year - without slaying any demons. Do you want to succeed or not?” Punishment said, his aura beginning to spin a little more violently.

Liing let his eyes drift open, staring vacantly upward.

”Pay attention to me!”

”Lift the rubble.”

Punishment grumbled under his breath, deeply irritated. His aura shaped itself to red claws, seized the cement pinning them to the ground, and flung it all away. Before he could speak again, however, Liing did.

”If it is demons you want, it is demons you get,” he said, “But don`t think I`ll ever forget this happened, or forgive you for it. When I finally have the power to speak to angels, I will not ask for our pardon. You will remain a sword, and I will remain your jailor. It is Rafiq that I will save.”

Punishment wrapped his red claws around the air mere millimeters from Liing`s neck, shuddering with fury.

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