feasts and vanity; open

[ADRIAN HUNTER DUKE]

HOTTY WITH THE TOMB RAIDER BODY.
COME HERE AND SIP UP THIS SHOTTY.
GET NAKED KICK UP THIS PARTY.
DON'T BE AFRAID TO GET NAUGHTY.

adrian hunter duke was a snob, no two ways about it. he was also a slut, being a demon of lust and overindulgence, more commonly recognised as gluttony. the combination of lust and snobbery was easy to keep up; all he had to do was get on his knees for a few on-the-sly staffmembers and wham bam, thank you ma'am, here he was, sipping from fine china and eating the best food this establishment had to offer. not that he could die of starvation; no. eating was merely a formality these days, though it was one he enjoyed thouroughly; particularly sweet things. adrian had a very real sweet tooth, causing him to devour whole platefuls of cake in one sitting - obviously, he couldn't get fat, his copious amounts of, eh-hem, activity on the side more than burning off any calories he could begin to store. it was a lifestyle which suited adrian perfectly. he could do what - and who - he wanted with no interference, as it was more than easy to sidetrack any staffmember who sought to rehabilitate him. as a result, adrian had been here for a good few years - perverting the new students, virgins in particular, was his favourite past time. his second favourite form of play was figuring out how to get his lips close enough to infuse the most homophobic teachers with lust - it could only be done with a kiss and, every teacher here knew exactly what a demon could do with a kiss. it was how they sealed their deals and sent you packing to hell.

perhaps not surprising then, that no one who knew adrian at all trusted him in the slightest. he took great pleasure in the sport of fucking with people's minds and he wouldn't think twice about getting you killed just to prove a point. he didn't make friends, though he was very good indeed at pretending to be close with people; he was highly unpredictable, majorly unstable and very, very dangerous. what makes a man that way? why, a woman of course. that's right; adrian hadn't always been gay. he used to be straight down the line bisexual and had even had a girlfriend. well, more than that. adrian had loved her, asked her to marry him and had been happily planning his wedding when his love had come running to him telling him she was with child and that they must get married immediately. adrian had been happy to oblige, but his love's keeper and brother had found out about the child and had immediately refused the wedding, dragging his sister to a back street abortionist. adrian's love had returned to him shaken, traumatised, a shell of her former self and constantly sick only to tell him she was forbidden to see him any more. oh, he tried to see her, but things always got in the way.

one night, his love had ran to him in the street and kissed him in full view of everyone, raising murmurs of shock and disgust, for it was unheard of for a woman to act quite so much like a whore unless she was one. adrian took this as defiance of her brother and eagerly awaited her arrival that night only to find her brother at his door looking angry and upset. he threw a necklace at adrian, one that he had given her and told him that she would no longer be needing it. adrian tried to argue that it had been a gift and regardless of what had happened, she should have it. to this, her brother told him she wouldn't be needing it as her neck was broken, they had found her hanging from the pier an hour earlier.

all that was human within adrian broke in that instant and he cried for the last time. he threw himself into a life of partying, drinking, fucking whores, opium, masquerade balls which sank into orgies - he did it all. gradually his tastes began to deviate away from women - every time he slept with one, he saw her face and imagined her neck bent at an akward angle - so he moved entirely towards males. at first he dominated them, taking control and topping, before finding a man he was willing to let take him that way. adrian is versatile; he just loves sex however it comes.

he began to obsess over his vanity, worried that he was growing old at only twenty years of age. he went to the crossroads and made a deal with a demon, his own mother actually, taking off another three years of his life and making it prolong eternally. death was agony - for indeed, he was dead; his body was torn limb from limb by hellhounds, his own personal punishment for being so vain was to see his beauty in tatters and live through that before they 'repaired' him, wiping him of every scar he had ever had. he was brand new, and ready to cause hell.

but back to today. here and now, adrian was sitting at a table laden with a veritable feast, his mouth currently crammed with a sweet cake which oozed pink icing, laughing and joking with the staffmember who had stayed to attend to him, the adults eyes glazed over with pure lust, adrian's bartering coin. there was enough food for at least fifteen people and that was fine, because adrian was the caring, sharing sort...for a price.


wordcount; about 903.
tagged; open.
muse; okaaay.
music; cobra starship.