I’m enjoying how so much of the art of Demon in his Chinese outfit includes him smoking. Inspired a short opium den thing which turned out longer than planned, oops.
Meeting Demon at the night market where he charms you enough that you accompany him when he asks if you want to go to a spot he knows nearby. Following him through the bustling lights and sounds of the market, through gradually quieter, darker side streets.
Standing apprehensive at the top of the stone steps that lead to a small basement door, regretting your choice, considering turning round and running. That option is quickly snatched away from you as he grabs your wrist and pulls you roughly down the stairs. You trip, hitting your head on the stone wall, and your vision fades…
When you come to, you’re surprised to find yourself propped up on some sort of couch, lying back against something soft. Silky blankets and cushions, it feels like. You notice a strange, pungent smell; it smells like burning caramel tinged with faint jasmine. Your eyes flicker open and you see that the air is heavy with thick, curling tendrils of smoke; the flickering light from a few oil lamps cuts through the hazy darkness of the small room, and you can see several other people sprawled over cushions. Sone appear to be sleeping, others seem in a fitful state somewhere between asleep and awake, and many are coughing. And there with his back to you perched elegantly on a large pouffe, is the man from the market.
Your flinch when you notice him and thats all it takes; alerted by the sudden noise, he spins round. His lips curl into a thin smile as he comes towards you, sits on the end of the couch. “I see you’ve finally woken up”. He leans towards you, his intense, golden-pink eyes burning into you over the top of his dark glasses. “Welcome to my little kingdom”
His voice is soft and low, and tinged with more than a hint of derision. “It may not look like much, but I’ll show you how it can transform into the most opulent palace in the world”
He brings a long, thin, pipe to his lips and inhales deeply. He lunges suddenly, now fully leaning over you, and plants his lips on yours. He coaxes your mouth open with his, exhales into you. The sickly sweet smoke feels like warm, thick syrup as it snakes its’ way down into your lungs. You try to cough but he brings a large hand down over your nose and mouth, forcing you to keep the smoke in; you try to struggle against it but it only takes a few seconds for it to start taking effect; you feel your arms grow heavy and the haze from the air feels like it’s infiltrated your mind. You feel warm; so very pleasantly warm, like you’ve been wrapped in the most luxurious blanket. You look up at him, and stare in wonder; maybe he wasn’t lying about this being a palace, as the dingy lamplight now seems to have transformed into a cascade of soft orbs that flicker and dance behind him.
He’s grinning down at you “Well done, my sweet thing. You took that very well”
He brings his face close to yours again. “Maybe I’ll even keep you around for a while”
His lips meet yours again, more smoke floods your lungs and your brain and at this point it feels like the smoky tendrils are curling through your whole body. You don’t resist this time - you don’t think you could even if you tried - but this time he doesn’t stop at the smoke. You feel his tongue push in, exploring your mouth, and at the same time become aware of his hands exploring your body.
The haze has now completely overtaken you and you feel as though you’re floating away. You don’t know where you are, you barely know who you are, all you know is that you can feel him on you, enveloping you, invading you, as consciousness slips out of your grasp.
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