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Darius

Yes, my Lord.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by PandoraKimblee

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His Butler, My Brother

It didn't seem possible for the cold night air to be so...comforting. Even with the bitter chill that caused the noes to run,ear lobes to burn and sheer amazement of seeing one's breath falling out in a gentle mist. The very reason for such feeling of comfort, was the sound. A gentle whisper that cut through the air, the sound of a magician and his violin. The depression of the world was soothed, eternal darkness was finally given a small spark of flickering candlelight, as a demon-of all the creatures to exist- played his tune, to breathe life into the overwhelming oppression.

Darius was brother to a famous demon named by his previous master as: Sebastian Michalis, having made his name with the Lord Earl Ciel Phantomheim...till his time came to pay the toll of Sebastian's services.

Now, Demon's are not usually what you would expect, though being born from the deep hellfire and screaming pits of boiling flesh would have given anyone the right to assume, and it would have been wise to assume that a few where a little...twisted. It's the quiet one's mainly, that wear the guise of the norm that need to be avoided, for they are among the most dangerous but also-amongst the most polite and rather charming.

Quite like, Darius.

However, the violin that played was not meant for malice, not to lure the people of the small bar known as Gambits into a dangerous pied piper conflict- he was just pulling life into the place. And in doing so, the fire began to roar and waver in the hearth, candles within the chandeliers burst wildly into life, flickering and dancing to Darius' inspired tune. Much like his brother,Darius lived to serve the will of others-to fulfill their needs and give them their wants. And where he was needed the most, was Gambits. With crimson eyes that gazed out at the patrons, they remained behind his rectangular glasses which where slowly sliding down his nose,and yet made no move to adjust them- not wishing to stop in the playing of this melody.

For months he served the people of the bar, everyday with the polite bow and smile that was required of him, holding the dear patrons in his highest priority, well, if a bartender of Gambits couldn't think that, what kind of a tender is he?

His attire was always smart, clean pressed and spotless. His hands where next to always seen within a pair of smart, white cotton gloves, yet for certain times-like playing the violin-they where removed. Not that they where to hide anything mind you,it was completely for practicality and not wanting anything to dirty his hands while he worked...and, for a slight measure of aesthetics.

He loved his job,everything about it. The people, energy, everything! It made him feel like himself and without restraint, he was glad that he hardly ever had to deal with trouble...which was defiantly a large bonus. Even though Darius was, or certainly appeared to be a gentle creature, he despised those who made his evil side pull through, but yet luckily, that had not happened in a long time, and still he held much more destain for the unnecessary show of force...such an ugly thing.
Sometimes, Sebastian would enter the bar and usually when Darius played his violin...however, with news reaching the bartender's ears of his brother coming to wed...he gave his obvious disapproval against the idea, knowing his sibling was going to meet his eventual end. The sibling rivalry was more apparent with Darius than Sebastian, his brother made a number of contracts, became famous and no matter what Darius did he was always: 'just copying Sebastian' which as you can imagine-was infuriating, often leading the poor demon tender into serious circles of depression.

Slowly though, he came to a stop with his playing, the bar was thriving and all sorts of patrons had entered within his time of playing. Now was his time to really get to work, people where lined along the counter, each different in their taste- to which Darius was inclined to oblige too.

Once he stepped behind the bar, orders where instantly given, each met with a calm and polite bow, as was customary for the demon bartender, each met with a kind smile, and the soft acknowledgement of:

"Yes, how may I assist you...?"

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Personality

Name: Darius (its all you need to know) Image
Appears over 20 in age.
Demon
-He loves to cook, and spent many centuries perfecting his skills till they could no longer get any better.

-Updates
-Employed as bartender at Gambit's bar by Miles.
-Has gained a contract, sealed upon the neck of 'Gamble' with a personal goal set toward Darius' gain.


((Will work on later.))

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Darius's Story

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Darius took up the glass with his white gloved hands, turning from her to work with the drinks available, it wasn't often he was asked to make such a human drink to it came a little surprise. Slowly, he took the drink with one hand, and the other, adjusted the glasses which started to slip down the edge of his nose slightly.

"Here you are Miss. Two cubits, please..." Darius spoke calmly, obvious that she must have been angry about something.

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Darius Eli sighed heavily, running his fingertips through the front of his hair as he begrudgingly moved up to his feet, away from the fire and his soft seat. He grew bored of the emptiness of the bar, yet could not leave until his twin had finished with her newest toy...what damned bother. His tall frame, made its way to the fallen woman, nudging her with the side of his foot.

"Oi." He grunts, glaring down at the siren, "Youre a fish, you're not supposed to drown." He grumbled, placing his hands into his pockets.

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Darius Eli continued to watch the girl, brow raised as the corner of his mouth twitched some with enjoyment, as the finger, was waved at him. He would, being completely sober, aim to gnash his teeth over the digit to snap it clean away from her hand, that would be,if she didn't get it away from his fast enough.

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Darius Eli raised a brow at the woman, as his hand, reached out to plant against her drunken face, trying his best to push her off, liking her a lot better when she was on the floor, unable to get up, and no where near him.

"Compose yourself woman." Eli snapped at her, bitter about being unable to bite her finger off, as no matter, he would probably be able to take a rather sizable chunk out of her throat if she dared to pass out.

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Darius looked toward Harmony as she approached the bar, smiling softly at her as he adjusted his glasses.

"Yes Miss, what can I get you?"

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Character Portrait: Darius Darius says,
 me bowed his head toward the lady, eyes closing a little as he accepted she held no desire for a drink.

"Very well, my lady." He said softly, straightening up as he moved out from behind the bar counter, smart gloves reaching to pick up stray glasses that lingered on top of tables.

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Darius Eli rolled his eyes, well...appeared to be rolling his eyes by the expression of his face-quite hard when his eyes where completely black. He wasn't going to play babysitter any longer, not while he could be upstairs, with Pandora and her toy. He hissed some, watching her fall, as the mixture of evil thoughts definitely crossed his face and his mind as he looked at it, that mess of a thing it called itself.

His foot, nudged her again. Nothing.

"Fool."

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Darius picked up the few stray glasses, holding them carefully within his hands as he moved back toward the bar counter, minding the new patrons that had entered, ear giving a small twitch toward the rather foul mouthed male, yet only carried on with his duty.

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Darius Eli looked around the bar, honestly, as if a lady would let herself become so intoxicated amongst strangers. His nose crinkled with contempt for her, the tip of his foot pushing against Kat's side as he couldn't rightly make up his mind if he should devour her flesh first, or go straight for the heart. One way was quicker than the other, and yet Pandora was not here to tell him not too.

"Fish." He snapped angrily, a hand reaching out to try and pull at a strand of her hair, "Get up"

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Darius entered, from the store room leading from Gambits bar, as the demon butler had discarded his swallow tailed jacket onto the back of a chair near his side of the serving counter, his sleeves where rolled up above his elbows and held in place with a smart black bands, waist coat was kept over his white shirt-complete with pocket watch tucked into his pocket. It was obvious, that Darius had been cooking, with a long black rectangular apron that tied around his waist, just to keep his smart trousers from being dirtied.

In his slender hands was a rather large, chocolate cake that he had proudly spent his time making for the patrons, a way, to try to thank them, for allowing a male such as him to serve them, allowing the other tenders time to themselves for now, for him to serve some drinks.

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Darius gave a small sigh to himself, indeed, many of these patrons where new to him, but then again-he never judged until he knew rightly for certain. With one hand, his middle and index finger pushed at the center of his glasses back up his nose, eyes, taking in the eyes of the customers to see if any had noticed that he was behind the bar.

His tall frame, swept over toward Michi, a hand, moving across his chest as he gave a small bow toward him.

"What can I get for you sir?" He enquired calmly.

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Darius bowed his head again, keeping a hand across his chest to show he was very confidant that he was able to serve at the bar.

"As you wish." He replied in a slow, and almost soothing tone. He turned sharply, taking a step toward the fridge behind the bar, before he suddenly, reappeared before the one who had placed the order, two long glasses of milk, perched on a silver tray was balanced upon his hand.

"As you requested." Darius said with a small smile, allowing his other hand to gently remove the glasses to place before the two of them.

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Darius inclined his head as he took up the coins with his free hand, returning toward the bar as he placed the silver tray underneath his arm, blinking for a moment as he halted, spotting Isabella behind there as well, the demon raised a slim brow into a small arch.

"Excuse me Miss." Darius started, placing the tray down onto the bar top as he looked down to it, continuing to address her. "It appears that you are behind this bar, and yet...I have no recollection of your employment papers with the owner." He finished, slowly adjusting his black apron whilst he turned to face her.

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Darius have a small exasperated sigh, adjusting his glasses on the brim of his nose as he looked at the two patrons which seemed intent on spoiling his shift. Yet, his facial expression did not change, nor did it seem surprised by the announcement of his name from the doctor.

"Miss, I am sorry, but it does say in employee regulations that we are not allowed to permit patrons of the bar behind the counter." Darius said slowly, voice calm as he moved to pick up the silver tray and lay it behind him with the others.

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Darius looked up instantly as Miles entered, snapping his arms toward his side to swiftly bow to the man, who generously allowed him to serve, and complimented him on his job, his head remained slightly inclined as a sign of respect toward the man.

"Thank you sir, I appreciate your praise." He said swiftly, before he straightened, eye giving a small twitch as the lady began shifting through the shelves, with his very boss standing before him, what dishonor.

"Miss, i advise you stop this at once." Darius said, still, remaining cool in composure, only speaking after Miles had done.

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Darius stood back as the large robots went to do their duty, feeling a small sense of shame on himself that he wasn't able to defuse the situation on his own, swallowing down a lump that was awkwardly held in his throat he, with all honestly felt as if he was letting Miles down in some way. He gently closed his hands into fists, deep crimson eyes looking downward to the floor, as glasses shifted a little along his nose, casting light against them, eyes hidden behind the glare.

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Darius calmed the small amount of rage that had balled into his chest, holding his hand out onto the bar top as he watched the lady remove herself from the serving side of the bar, and also, rest some sort of payment onto it-yet Miles didn't seem none to happy, though as he was addressed, he quickly crossed his hand over his chest, resting the palm over a pectoral muscle, inclining himself slightly into a bow, only, very slight.

"I am sorry that I have not met my full duties Sir." Darius apologized deeply, keeping his eyes closed as he swallowed down another lump in his throat.

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Darius would only open his eyes and straighten again when Miles addressed him, a cat like smile forming onto his lips, hand, catching the cubits which he had been thrown, the smile growing a little wider. Perhaps, this could go toward some more ingredients to make another cake? Darius had never needed any sort of currency before, but, now that Miles had given it, he thought that it was only right that he should respect his employer.

Yet, he still felt rather awful about appearing rude before Isabella and the Doctor, he opened up a small shadow underneath the bar, dropping his cubits into it for a safer realm than this, as he pulled up the large chocolate cake he had made previous to entering the bar.

"Miss, and Sir." Darius called, his eyes looking at the pair of them, as a small twitch of his eyebrow came as he motioned to the cake.

"Would...you like a piece?"

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Darius could not help but smile, as the female seemed to be in a rather more suggestible mood-which made him feel a lot less horrid for being so rudely inclined. He took up a couple of white plates, glancing at them with a small annoyed twitch, these where definitely not the Westminster china he had ordered from his home cabinet...but they would have to do.

"No Miss, I am afraid we have ran out of dark chocolate and unfortunately was not able to use any. However-" Darius cut himself off, dark eyes looking to the cake as he slid out a sizable piece onto the plate, other hand lightly reaching under to take out a silver cake fork.

"If you require that type of chocolate, then I shall remember to purchase some for future use, if you shall return into the bar at any point."

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Darius slid it over toward Isabella as she perched herself at the counter, giving a small incline of his head toward her, it would have been the first time that a patron had tasted his baking, or cooking, as he had been working at it for centuries, always working to make himself better, until finally, he just couldn't figure anything else, the demon had made one of his best chocolate cakes, sandwiched between sweet thick layers of butterscotch cream with white chocolate shavings on top.

Darius turned himself toward Rory, looking, a little worse for wear but he smiled all the same. His hands felt bare, strange, without his usual cotton white gloves to protect them, still dressed with his sleeves rolled above his elbow,and half black apron around his waist.

"Miss..are you all right?" He asked her in a very soft tone, just in case she was suffering from a headache, like many other patrons did.