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Akira Solom rested within a tavern, the Sword and Shield, reading a tome he had gotten from a scholar as...payment for services rendered. It was a text on the workings of the mind of sociology; certainly a new science, only beginning to be removed from the mysticism and philosophy of the Ancients. Solom absorbed the knowledge without any trouble; to be a literate warrior was a rarity, but to be able to understand such complicated theories was amazing; still, Solom has had alot of time to think such things over. His purpose was killing, for his patron, for the right cause; he had no real friends, no one he could call a brother in arms, for they would surely push him away as soon as they learned about his condition. All he could do in the time between battles is learn; he always was sure to know everything he could. His sole possessions were his sword, his armor, and a library hidden in some woods to hold the books he gathered; he fought for his meals, and his shelter was in the wilderness; to live among men was a danger, for he knew he could not keep Her hungry for long. These brief stays in civilization were only for the time after battles, where he could again see another human face he was not in the process of killing. He felt sad at his isolation. Solom felt a slight tingle at the back of his skull; She was speaking. He kept looking at the book as his consciousness of the outside world began to fade; he subconsciously gripped his sword as Her words, like gospel to him, began to pour into his head.
"My dear Solom, why do you gloom? You are an ancient, still living; why do you think you would be given the luxury of camaraderie? We need no one but each other; a sword and her warrior. There is no room for anything else. "
Solom paused for a moment, looking down at his sword; he responded in his thoughts.
I deeply apologize, Grace; it is just its difficult to accept this. But I understand.
The last words rebounded in his head without any tone to them; like a puppets unnatural movements, those words were not his own thoughts, but he now fully believed them to be and adjusted his mindset accordingly.
The demon felt a tinge of the human emotion happiness; as she felt it, so did Solom. Though she made him accept her words, she did like how attached Solom was getting to her of his own will; 'Grace'... what an ironic name. She felt around his mind; he loved her, and this pleased her greatly. Solom's mind fell completely silent for several minutes, Solom gazing in a trance like state as Grace thought of her next words.
"You gave me a feast today, so I suppose you should be allowed to look upon the people you fight for, I suppose."
Solom cracked a beaming smile; and the memory of the combat was good as well; several guardsman harassing people within the city and at one point stooping to murder, slain by the Mighty Solom. Or, at least, that's the way the scholar worded it when he rewarded him with the tome; it was a good day, to say the least; the guardsman were all decent fighters in their own right, and Grace loved nothing more than the soul of a strong warrior. And increasingly, Solom was starting to love giving them to her, not out of killing for ideals but to simply hear the pleased tone of his patron. Still, his idealism was still strong.
Grace went back to silent thought as Solom went to read his tome; she felt trapped in the blade. In the underworld, she could take any form she wished; in there, she was free. But now all she could do physically is sit at the side of her servant; the only release was taking her servant's body, twisting it to a more suitable form, then taking control of it; she felt so trapped this day, that she decided she would do that.
"Dear Solom, when we leave this city and go into the woods, I will take your body for a walk; understand?"
Solom understood Grace's problem and simply gave a short Yes. in his head as response. Solom turned to his tome, and Grace decided to be bold.
"I love you, dear."
Solom forgot to only think the words and spoke softly outloud
"I love you too."
He blinked hard as he realized Grace wasn't waiting until he left the city to take control; he began to jog as he felt his mind being forced, his body twisting and turning as he barely managed to make it into the woods; he wanted to scream, but it was suppressed as he felt himself lose power as Grace took control.
As Grace blinked hard in her body; her body now, not his, she felt a bit guilty for taking such control within the city; she could of just exposed her poor fri- servant; she quickly corrected herself. And guilt? I've should of found someone a bit crazier to bind with... She sighed; it was too late for her, to become the embodiment of war and rage she once was; Solom and her were permanently binded, and she already had his sense of ethics and morals; she didn't like it. She actually did feel affection for her servant, and she didn't like that one bit. She twisted his body into her physical form; even the clothing changed. Soon, Solom was gone, replaced by Grace's physical form; she felt free, again, as she felt the dirt under her bare feet; she could feel things again. She could do things again. Grace simply ran through the woods, enjoying every sensation for nearly an hour before she decided to give Solom back control, taking cover under some nice temporary shelter; within minutes Solom had returned to his body, his form restored, the Tome which had vanished before in his hands; he felt drained mentally by the experience, and passed out as he retook control.