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Everyone knew who Ike Eveland was. The Dark Mage, people called him. Even if you had no connections to the black markets or underground trading, his name was infamous for his magical abilities. Some swore that they’d seen him before, and that they could feel his magical presence oozing off of him, but it seemed the second it processed that they had seen him, he was gone. He was elusive, cunning, as much as he was criminal. While he was known for his magical prowess, he was also well known for his ability to take magic and put it into objects. He could take such small trinkets and imbue them with such pure arcane that to some, it was downright repulsive. His power was known, and he was feared just as much as he was respected in the streets.
So it was a wonder as to how Vox Akuma was standing before him, talking with him, face to face. He was known as the Voice Demon, being able to charm anyone with a flick of his tongue. He was seeping with seduction, any person who had heard his voice before would come crawling back, begging for just a whisper of his heavenly, or rather, hellish, voice. So what did Ike need him for? There were hundreds of charm spells that Ike had mastered. Vox knew this. If not a spell, then he had to have some trinket in his possession that could make anyone swoon for him, even if they didn’t find him attractive.
“... Mister Eveland.” Vox eventually gained his composure, staring down at the shorter one. Even with Ike’s heels, he still towered over the mage. He had gotten an anonymous letter to come to a specific location, at midnight. He could tell the summoning was from someone important, but him. Oh, Vox never expected him. He’d always wanted a challenge of someone to swoon, but trying to sweep him off his feet would be… well, a feat.
“Hello Mister Akuma. I’ve heard of your skills in charming.” Ike finally spoke.
Oh, had he now?
“Oh yes. I’m quite the impressive demon. My works come in many forms, although, the most famous of which being-”
“-charming or seduction magic, yes, I’m aware.” Ike finished his sentence for him. “That’s why I asked for you specifically. You’re the best out there, and I need to test some protection spells for myself. You seemed like the best fit for the job.” He was staring into Vox’s eyes, his gaze glaring into the back of his skull. He could see every sin he’d committed, or at least that’s what Vox thought. “Am I correct?”
“Of course, Mister Eveland. I am the best when it comes to seducing.” He cleared his throat, averting his gaze for just a moment to steady himself once more. “Now, who will my target be? I’m assuming you have a lackey of some sort that you want me to charm, yes?” Vox inquired.
“No lackey this time,” Ike explained, moving his hands to his pocket and pulling on a simple yet ornate bracelet. He eyed it over once more, as if confirming it was in quality condition, before equipping it with a small click. “Just do your work on me. Do not touch me, use only your magic and your words. Understood?” His tone was cold, fierce. Vox found it invigorating. Exciting. Challenging.
Vox simply nodded his head, cracking his neck, and beginning to work his magic. His eyes glazed over into a soft pink mist, staring deeply into Ike’s yellow eyes.
“A fine day we’re having, is it not, Mister Eveland?”
“Indeed. Though it is night.”
“I do believe you are much finer, though.”
The magic he used was simple, sure, but it held great potential. Some of the strongest men on earth would fall to their knees upon hearing the deep rumble of Vox Akuma’s voice magic.
Ike Eveland was not one of them.
There was no effect to be seen. Ike continued to stare blankly at him, no glaze over his eyes, nothing. He didn’t even blush. His face was stone, cold, and hard to break. Vox could tell that this man would be a challenge. Internally, Vox was thankful for a challenge for once. After decades of having everything he wanted, maybe finally, finally, he would have someone who put up a fight before they submitted to his whim.
“... Was that it?” Ike’s soft tone knocked him out of his distracted thought process, staring at the other with a raised brow. He seemed unimpressed.
“Of course not, my dear. I would love to show you more if you’d like. Your body looks as if it’s asking for it…” His voice trailed off, walking closer to the mage. His eyes were half lidded as he slowly held his hand out to touch him, before remembering the rules. Instead, he gently grazed above his cheek, enough to where he couldn’t feel it. He furrowed his brows, tempted to call foul play, but Vox knew he hadn’t touched him, so he was safe.
“Your eyes have stars swimming in them, my love, and the moonlight paints your skin. You are my muse, my darling, my sweet. How I only wish to embrace you so that I may let you know of my passion. The fire in my heart that burns for you. That yearns for you.” He smiled to the shorter man, awaiting some sort of response. His expression seemed to have perked up slightly at the prose-like compliments, so Vox continued.
“Your ocean-tipped hair lures me in, my dear, drawing me closer to you. Oh how I wish to know you more. Your skin is velvet and enchanting, glistening under this moonlit night. How my soul aches to feel the warmth of your touch, my blossom.”
Ike’s cheeks had dusted over with slight shades of pink, he thought? It was difficult to tell in the dark of the night. Perhaps he was seeing things. Yes, he was definitely seeing things. Ike’s expression was stone cold still. There was no signs of change, except, in Vox’s eyes, he seemed a bit… cuter?
“Tell me, dear Eveland, have you any honey? For your scent is sweet and lingers on my nose. Your aroma tempts me more the more I breathe, my tongue begs for a taste of your sweet skin.”
Vox wasn’t even lying at that point. He smelled the air, and it smelled sweet. Not like honey, per se, but closer to roses. A scent Vox had smelled enough in his time to identify with ease. Though as he turned his head around to search for the source, he found nothing. No roses, no bushes to be seen. He turned back, only to see Ike’s golden eyes once more, and they seemed brighter. Fuller. More beautiful than Vox remembered. It took him off guard for a moment, before he shakily continued with his seduction attempts.
“Er- My sire. Pure and sweet, your eyes are drawing me in. I feel that I cannot… express…”
Vox trailed off, leaning closer to Ike. His head was flooded. In his mind, there was only one command, blocking out all other thoughts. Kiss him.
“Express my… my…”
He stammered slightly as he inched his way closer to Ike’s face, a hand slowly moving to the back of the other’s head. He knew what he had to do. His body was screaming. He felt like his soul was burning, and that Ike could douse it out. He needed to feel Ike’s kiss. Ike’s warmth. Ike’s lips. He had to kiss Ike, so he leaned in close, and…
… click. The bracelet was taken off of his wrist. The familiar sound snapped Vox out of the sensation. Looking over Ike, Vox noticed that he looked… normal. His eyes were normal, and there was no scent of roses, no blush on her cheeks. His mind felt clear once more, no longer drowning in the thought of needing Ike’s lips. Everything that had brought the romantic tension was simply gone. What the hell had happened to him?
He stumbled backwards, shocked by what had happened. His face flushed a slight pink, stammering as he tried to make sense of what had happened.
“You- you… I’m so sorry, I have no idea-”
“It’s quite alright, Mister Akuma.” Ike cut him off, holding a hand up in a calming motion. “I had expected this to happen. To be fair, you lasted much longer than I had foreseen. Your psyche is stronger than most. I suppose that’s to expect from a demon…”
Vox looked bewildered. “Pardon?”
“This bracelet.” Ike held it up, looking to Vox with a knowing look. “It’s like a permanent charm, so to speak. It makes the wearer look irresistible to whoever sees them, forcing the onlooker to make a move on the wearer. Usually that move is sex, though it can also be a confession, or in this case, a kiss. Quite surprising, to be frank. I thought you would be a more sexual demon, considering the rumors told about you. You are full of surprises, Mister Akuma.” He admitted. “Thank you for your participation.”
Vox’s face was still in shock, stammering a bit due to his embarrassment. He had lost his composure, and in front of Ike Eveland, no less. The thought still lingered in his mind: inches away from his face, his tempting, round lips… oh, how they excited him.
No. Wait. He wasn’t falling for the Dark Mage, was he? He was supposed to be the seducer, not the seduced! He couldn’t be embarrassed by a human, no matter how powerful they were! Vox had to prove to Ike that he could steal his heart!
But as Vox opened his mouth to speak, he found nobody there. Ike Eveland, the Dark Mage, was gone. In a puff of smoke, he had vanished, fading away into the night. There was not a trace of him to be found. Vox knew what he had to do.
On his life, he had to find Ike Eveland again.