Name: Lee Taemin
Age: Short of 200 years
Occupation: Warlock for Hire, Body Shots Guy (accroding to mitzy)
What are you?: Warlock 
Bio: Taemin was born around 1830 under the guise of an affair that never was meant to happen. His mother had been in love with her sister's husband for the longest time. So when he crept into her room one night and confessed his hidden passion she hadn't questioned it. She would have never imagined that the man who took her was actually a demon. Nor, would she think that she would become pregnant and carry a child half demon and half human. A warlock. A magical immortal being. Taemin had been born into secrecy. Labeled as a sin, abomination and worse. Did it hurt? Yes but time heals all wounds. When he turned about 18 he stopped aging and understood that his place no longer was there with his mother would couldn't even look at him. So Taemin took what was his and left. He was magical being in and the world was his for the taking.

Fast forward a couple centuries later. Do you need a tracking spell? Call Taemin. Do you need a spell to forget the awful night your lover broke up with you and you drunkenly called them and their mother to beg them to take you back? Call Taemin. Want to summon a demon just for kicks? Call Taemin. He'll do all of that but for the right price. All come far and wide for Taemin's help and mystical objects he's collected and conjured through the decades. Though if he doesn't answer it may because he is throwing another one of his infamous parties. He's got an eternity to grow and mature. He figures he could spend a couple of centuries partying it up and ing around. What was wrong with that? Taemin figures he's doing his part to keeping everything fun. Who doesn't enjoy a good party?

What is love to a Warlock who as endured centuries? Lovers come and go but no had quite touched him the way Alec had. He had met Alec at the turn of the century in London. Things were changing but in Taemin's eyes so little ever changed. Yet, there he was enjoying the view from BlackFriar's bridge when he saw him. It was like he had been dragged deep down under the river and brought back right when his lungs would have given out. Choked. Strangled. Gasping and grasping for a breath. Their eyes locked and Taemin swore the rest of the world was smudge compared to the man beside him. He had fallen in love. He was a free falling shooting star and he burned so brightly as he fell until finally, he crashed and his glow dimmed to nothing. That was what it was like loving Alec. Taemin rarely speaks of his first love. Because it only made sense that in early 1900 their love would only end in heartbreak. Alec went away and with that, he left Taemin with a locket. A locket that Taemin had given him many months ago. When it was opened rather than revealing a picture of a loved one it opened up a miniature galaxy. Taemin had conjured it up because he believed that Alec had been a fallen star sent to him so he belonged with the stars. Alec had given it back to him because he believed Taemin was made of stardust and that was the only way he could have ever made such a thing. Taemin held on to it. Even though there were plenty of times when he wanted to chuck into the river by the bridge. Though twenty years later it was taken from him by a certain troublemaker. He swore he would get it back when the time was right.

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The Shame of  the Lee Family

When word had gotten around that Taemin’s mother Lee Jieun was pregnant out of wedlock of course that became the talk of the family. While the Lee family were one of the more influential families in the area it only put them under a much harsher microscope of society. Jieun was imprisoned in her own home by her family. It wasn’t like she could tell them that she had an affair with her sister’s husband. She had had the hope that the man would stay by her side after the first (and last) night of fiery passion they shared. They would run off and be in love together. That all her hopes and dreams would come true after one beautiful night of whispered sweet confessions and promises.

Yet when he had spoken to him of it the next day the man had no recollection of it. She could still remember it now the evening after a family dinner. Her sister was in the kitchen while her husband Joon moved to the living quarters with the other men. Jieun had called to him as discreetly as she could. Which had been so hard for her because she was bursting with happiness. Her heart swelled up as Joon walked over to her with a smile. ‘Yes, he loves me too.’ she thought and backed into a quiet corner in the hall. “Joon,” she whispered his name sweetly and pressed her hand to his chest. Joon’s thick brows scrunched up in confusion. He took a step back “What are you doing Jieun?” he asked. She looked up at him and laughed “It’s okay Joon no one will see us here. I just wanted to tell you how much I love you and I have some money saved so we can go far away together like you said-” her words were silenced by the look of  utter confusion and scandal on Joon’s face. Joon shook his head and took another step back while he held his hands up “Don’t finish what you’re going to say Jieun. Just don’t do it.” Jieun now was the one who was confused. Her heart felt as if it was being held by the thinnest thread. It was going to fall and shatter in just seconds. “What do you mean Joon- Last night we- You and I…” her words stumbled out of as her eyes blurred with pained tears. Joon understood one thing and he did not want any part of it. “I’m married to your sister Jieun have some dignity. Please stop these silly fancies of yours,” with those words he walked away from Jieun. Jieun’s legs had taken her as far as her room before they gave out and she began to sob her heart out. Heartbroken. Shamed and Humiliated.

About two months later the symptoms began to show and when it became to much to hide she had no other choice. She told her parents. That had nearly gotten her killed by her father. They all had demanded to know who was the bastard who deflowered their daughter. Yet, she didn’t know who it was either. When she let her gaze linger on Joon for a second or two longer their eyes would meet. But Joon’s eyes were filled with pity and  mild disgust. Still no indication that he remembered anything. She then knew that there was no point and revealing the father. It would only bring more shame to her and the family. She spent the next seven months waiting and hoping that the baby would never come. That it was all just a nightmare conjured up by some bad wine.

To her disappointment the baby had come. One hot mid July night she felt the first contraction though it was far more painful that she could have ever imagined. It was like the child inside her was trying to rip her open to get out. She wailed, screamed and cursed the high heavens through the night until finally in break of dawn on July 18, 1830 Lee Taemin was born. A small little thing. His black hair was slick over his tiny head and his eyes were darker than the night’s sky. Skin was creamy and so fair. He was a delicate little thing in her arms and for a moment she thought “I could love him.” Then night came and little Taemin began to wail and cry like the earth would come to an end the next day.

“Sh, shh, shhh please ….please be quiet” Jieun rocked the bundle in her arms as gently as she could. Taemin continued to cry and cry. Jieun herself was on the brink of tears and when she felt as if her body would give out she looked down at her baby boy. Taemin’s eyes were no longer dark and round but bright golden hue with a dark slit of a snake’s eyes. She screamed and almost dropped the baby. ‘That had to be a mistake. My imagination after giving birth. He can not-’ she told herself and dared to peer at the crying child again. Taemin’s eyes were open wide as tears poured from them. They great big yellow snake eyes.

“I see my son has been born with a healthy pair of lungs. I’d like to think of that horrible wailing as a future war cry.” a man had appeared at the doorway of Jieun’s room as if by smoke. Jieun really did drop the baby that time. Though by some sorcery the child floated mid-air unharmed. The man at the door chided and brought the child towards him.

“He’s got my eyes.” he laughed as he stared at the infant with sharpening interest. This man didn’t look at the child like most people. His dark eyes glinted with something far more ominous than Jieun could describe. What made it all the more terrifying was that this man wore the face of  ‘Joon’ yet she knew her bones that this could not be her first love.

“w-What are you….what is- what is that thing-” she pointed a trembling finger at both the man with the mask of her first love and her first son.

“Thing? Oh my and here I thought I chose you for natural maternal instinct.” the man laughed again and set the child down on the bed. He took a step closer to Jieun who collapsed on the ground out of pure fear. She quaked, and quivered on the floor as the man stood in front of her.

“That is our baby. My son and the heir to the title ‘Great Duke of Hell’ to put it in layman's term for you. I’d like to thank you for serving the first part of your service.” He leaned down and held Jieun by the chin. Jieun’s eyes were bloodshot with hot tears as she stared at the man. She wanted to look away but she couldn’t. He looked just like Joon yet far more beautiful than any man could ever dream of being. The man smiled and held her chin tighter until she let out a pained cry. She began to beg but he silenced her.

“Now comes the hard part. You will raise him until he is eighteen and then let him go. If the boy is smart he’ll know to come to his father. Then he’ll take his title and join me with my legions.” He whispered and glanced at the bundle on the bed that continued to scream and bawl his big golden eyes out.

The demon chuckled and pulled the new mother in for a kiss. Jieun far too gone to even move against the man. What caused her an undeniable pain was that the kiss felt just as good it did that night nine months ago. She wanted to die. A scream clawed at her but the man was gone and she was left with just the child.

“Jiuen! Jiuen! What's wrong with the baby?” she heard her mother call from the other side of the door. Jieun remained on the floor beside the bed and bawling child.

‘My baby is a demon.’

 

The Hidden Boy and His Tears

That was the first night of many to follow where Taemin spent them crying. He along with his mother was imprisoned in the house. The family had let everyone believed that Jieun moved far away to become a nun and live the way of the Lord. No one outside of the house knew that Taemin existed.

His mother made it obvious that she wished she was one of those many people.

“Monster, devil child, demon boy” she would call out to him as if it were his name Because she knew what he was. Beyond those delicate features. Those big dark chocolate brown eyes, pouty pink lips, and flushed cheeks. There laid a monster just waiting for the right moment to come out and play.

The only reason she hadn’t killed him that first night was because of the demon father. She knew if she didn’t complete the final part that the demon father would come for. Drag her by her hair to pits of the darkest parts of hell and leave her there to rot for an eternity. She would endure these eighteen years and live in the Lord’s light so he may forgive her when her time came.

The Lord taught of love and acceptance but Jieun could never love that thing that came out of her. That demon child that one day would lend a hand in ruling hell.

“Mother please I’ll be good stay please please I’m sorry! I won’t go out again! please just stay please-” the boy cried and begged but Jieun shoved at him. His tiny body flew and hit the bedside with a dull ‘thud’

“Don’t touch me you wretched vermin. I will not be taken by you devil. Lucifer was far more beautiful than you and yet look how he fell. You will end up the same as him in the name of the Lord.” she screeched like a haunted banchee before she stormed out of the room. The door shut with thundering slam followed by the click of the lock. Taemin stared at the door with wide eyes. Fresh tears smudged the world before him as his small body curled beside the bed. His side throbbed painfully and his lips were stained red with blood. He had hit the bed railing with his mouth. Lucky that he was already missing his baby teeth there. He held his body tight as he whimpered and rubbed at his bruised side.

As he touched the bruised skin as tenderly as he could there was the faintest glow of orange emitting from his hand. His eyes were too blurred with heavy hot tears he hardly saw a thing. All he knew was that the pain at his side began to fade but the pain in his heart lingered.

 

The World Beyond The Window

“Why can’t I go outside?” Taemin had asked when he right around the age of eight years old. His mother just scoffed and hissed at him;

“You’d probably burn alive under God’s sunlight you foul little thing. I’m doing you a favor be grateful.” She walked out of Taemin’s bedroom and proceeded to lock the door from the other side. Taemin stared at the door with dull eyes. It was a regular thing. Yet, Taemin knew that it shouldn’t have been.

He knew what he was. His mother called him a demon but he had books. Books sent to him by his father. Well, he assumed it was his father. He hoped that it was his father. Books on magic. Spells and that explained everything that he was.

A warlock. A magical being that half human and half demon. He had power. Though it was still dormant in him because he was child. Something told him that if he didn’t get out of this room it would remain that way forever. Which would be bad because he unlike his mother would live forever.

Well, come to find out that what his mother had said had been a complete lie. Taemin had learned this one afternoon when he fiddled away at the lock of his bedroom window enough with magic to break the thing. He was only on the first floor so he climbed out of the window and was thankful for the bush under his window that broke his fall. The sun showered over him in the brightest hues of white, yellow and orange. His skin tingled so violently he had let out a gasp as he felt the natural warmth crawl over his skin. For a moment he thought he really would burn like his mother said. Yet, all he felt was warmth like nothing he had ever felt before. Real warmth as if the sun was kissing his pale skin. He let out a soft giggle and crawled out of the bush. He stared ahead of him there was the house backyard that led to the forest.

His senses were rushed. The warmth of the sun. The scent of grass and flowers that tickled his nose. The sound of birds singing in the tears and the squirrel that ran across the yard. He had never been this close to everything.

It was a new world for little Taemin. A new world that he dove right into without a second more of hesitation.

The small warlock took running straight towards the forest and did not look back. As he ran deeper into the forest it was like his legs weren’t sure how to carry him. This was the first time he was actually running freely with all the space he could have ever wished for. He tripped over roots and rocks but climbed back on his feet with a smile and continued run through trees and bushes. Once he was far enough he was sure he could not be heard he laughed loudly, hollered and screamed with everything his young body had.

This was freedom, Taemin knew it then. He knew it as his fingers rubbed against the rough bark of the trees. As his palm ran over the blades of grass. And his feet crunched over fallen leaves. This was the world.

‘One day I won’t be stuck in there. I’ll be out here with everyone and everything else.’ he promised himself as he watched the clouds up in the sky. His hands twirled at his sides and leaves followed his movements. He stared with wide eyes as the warmth of magic now ran through his hands. It felt so right. There in the middle of the forest rather than his cramped room. His hands flew from side to side. Flowers, leaves, twigs and maybe a squirrel joined together in the air. His small fingers orchestrated them through the air and he laughed brightly.

One day this would be his life he promised.

 

Father Dearest

“What is my father’s name?” Taemin had asked when he was only weeks away from his seventeenth birthday. By now Taemin could use his magic much to his mother’s horror. His he was levitating the furniture around the room only because he knew she hated it.

“Devil! Stop doing that before I call the priest again-”

“What is my father’s name?” he asked again. The sun’s light poured into the small room and under it, Taemin’s eyes held an auburn glint to them that silenced his mother.

“i-I don’t know he never told me. Don’t look at me with those evil eyes of yours. Foul demon.” she spat though she trembled as she spoke. In seconds she was out of the room again. Taemin didn’t know why she bothered with the locks anymore. He could teleport out of the room and into the kitchen if he so, please.

She wants to believe she still has some power over me. Some control over what had happened to her. The poor fool. Taemin though as he settled his gaze on his work desk. Magic books were stacked on them, along with bottles of different colored liquids. Taemin’s attempts of potions.

“This has a little too much witch hazel which makes it practically useless.” A voice interrupted Taemin’s train of thought. He cried out in surprise as he fell off his bed. He scrambled on the floor until he was back on his feet trying to catch his breath. The man who stood at his desk wasn’t anyone he had ever seen before. He was tall, muscular in a lean way. There was this forbidding elegance to him. That said ‘yes, I’m handsome but I’ll bring you down to your knees and beg for mercy in more ways than one.’ Taemin’s fingers began to spark up with purple electricity. His magic always appeared when he felt afraid or nervous. Yet, he wasn’t afraid. He was uncomfortable.

He knew this man.

“Don’t look at me like that son. You look at me as if I’m some stranger and not your father.” The man chuckled. His smile was inviting as a knife balanced on a ledge. Yet, Taemin’s heart swelled up.

“My father?” he asked and the man nodded. Taemin didn’t want to believe him. Why should he? Though this man made him feel something. This unmistakeable stirring in his core. His skin felt cold and his heart hung by the threads. This man couldn’t really be his father? After all this time. This was how he decided to introduce himself to his son?

“Allocer, Great Duke of Hell and you’re father.” the man reached out for Taemin with his hand. Taemin didn’t move though. Rooted to his bedside as stared at this man who claimed to be his father. The word ‘father’ now felt heavy on Taemin’s tongue. This man couldn’t be a father. A father stuck around and raised their children. Just a decent one would do that much. Yet, this thing before him was no decent man. Not a man at all.

“Where have you been?” was the first thing that came out of his mouth. Allocer stared at his son and then laughed.

“Well, the Great Duke of Hell isn’t just a fancy title son. It requires me to down in hell manning my 36 legions of demons. We have to be always ready.” he smiled and raised a brow at his son. Waiting for him ask the question.

“Ready? Ready for what?” Taemin asked still unable to get closer to his father. This was the man who sent him all his spell books over the years. The man Taemin dreamed of those lonely nights when his mother would lock him in his room. Still, this wasn’t /the/ man Taemin had dreamed and prayed for. This was a demon in human’s skin.

Taemin’s flesh began to burn and itch. Was he too just a demon in human’s skin? He ignored the rage of fire that ran over his skin.

‘One day maybe he’ll come and get me.’ Taemin had thought when he barely five or six. Eleven years later and never once did Allocer pay a visit.

“For the day that we take over earth and heaven of course. That is our ultimate goal and I know now that will be possibly soon. You are about to come of age. When you no longer age and come in full of your powers. If the prophecy is correct you will be the key to our success son.” Allocer had appeared in front of Taemin in under a blink of an eye. He held Taemin by the shoulder and smiled at him again. That sharp ended smile that only a fool would trust. Taemin shrunk under his father’s gleeful gaze.

“Now, I know for a fact you’ve been practicing your powers. I made sure of that. It is a shame I could not be here to teach you myself. Then you’d already well versed in the dark arts and we would have taken care of earth and all the humans already. But after next year this will all be possible all you have to do is begin working on your dark magic-”

Taemin frowned and felt his heart sink to his stomach. Dark magic? He had read about it in his spell books. Each one explicitly warned all warlock and witches ‘Dark magic is a seductress and promises great power. But all magic comes with a price and Darkness is far more than any man could afford. The soul is worth more than that power if you value that then do not ever touch the dark arts.’ Taemin wasn’t a monster like his mother hammered into him all these years. He was more than that and he wasn’t going to prove her or anyone right by falling to the arms of dark magic.

“Dark magic? I don’t want to do dark magic! Those books told me what dark magic can do and I don’t want to-”

“What? What are you saying you little bug. You are my son and I brought you into this world for one purpose and that purpose alone.” Allocer’s voice was so dark and deep that it shook the walls of the room. Debris dusted over the air until the demon man was silent again. His dark eyes studied his son as he held him by the shoulders.

Taemin grunted in pain at the hold of his father became tighter. Allocer squeezed his son’s shoulder for a moment but saw the pain on his face and only let go after a sigh.

Both of them. Taemin thought with his eyes that glistened and glowed. Both of them can’t be bothered to treat me with some respect. Some kindness or love. I’m just a monster, devil, demon, bug, and now a weapon in their eyes.

He drew in a sharp breath before he met his father’s eyes. He wasn’t afraid.

“I knew letting you stay here with that pathetic woman would only make you weak. But the oracle said that this was how fate would play things out. So I listened yet here you are- I watched your progress Lee Taemin and I thought maybe I finally had a competent heir. Someone to be proud of-”

“You thought you could drop into my life like one of those books and tell me that I’m the key to the end of the world and I'd just jump on board? Did you hit your head on the earth’s crust  while you crawled out of hell? You are no father. You are demon who shacked up with my stupid mother. Neither of you are parents and I know that I only have one more year to stick around here before I can finally go. I won’t leave one hell just to enter another.” Taemin hissed lowly and shoved at Allocer with an impossible force. It sent the demon across the room and to the wall beside the window. The crunch of his body against the plaster was very satisfying. His eyes now glowed in a honey hue and his father stared at him wide eyed for a moment before began to chortle.

“So maybe you aren’t as weak as I thought you were. Perhaps foolish but we can easily beat that out of you. Now Taemin-”

“You should go. Whatever your plan was I’m not going to be apart of it. Once I’m eighteen I’m going to explore this earth and take all the damn centuries I want to do it. So I’m not going to destroy it.” Taemin’s defiance burned brightly in his eyes that shifted between shades of dark chocolate and melted down gold.

“Boy. You insignificant little rodent how dare you-”

“Insignificant? I thought I was the “key to your success” or was that all bull? I thought so,” Taemin snorted and walked passed his father. There was this unsettling feeling at the pit of his stomach. It wasn’t fear or nerves it was far more raw than that. It was true anger that he felt. Anger over this demon who pranced into his room and thought it was okay to just spout nonsense at him like this. As if only now he mattered after all this time. After all those nights he cried for someone, anyone to help him. To make him feel like what his existence wasn't a sin. Though those years molded Taemin to learn that people like that weren’t going to be easy to find. Surely they would not drop from the sky like a fallen star. Or erupt from the ground through hell.

“Don’t get cocky now kid. You’re nothing compared to me-

“Too bad you still need me huh?”

Allocer fumed. Quite literally as fire real fire burned through his onyx eyes. Taemin remained grounded to his spot.

“It doesn’t matter what you say the fates have already been written. You will come to me eventually boy. Maybe not right after your 18th birthday but soon enough. We both have an eternity to wait and I’ve become very good at waiting. You will fall into darkness. It is in your nature boy. Look at you now your marks are showing.” Allocer taunted in his dark voice. Taemin hissed because he knew his eyes were now golden with dark vertical slits for pupils. His skin was cold with the transparent thinly colored scales that decorated patches of his skin. Even now he could feel his fangs begin to puncture through. The only time this ever happened before was when he was 12 and Taemin didn’t want to think about it.

“You don’t look so different from me now. You’ve got my eyes boy.” Allocer purred as smoke began to pour into the room.

“Don’t worry son we’ll see each other again soon. Until then give my regards to your mother.”

With those parting words, Allocer was gone and Taemin was left alone again.

Taemin stared at the spot where his father had stood just moments ago. His demon marks lingered as anger still stewed inside him.

“So you just leave like that huh?” he mutters to himself as he draws near to his work station after he notices a new book on his desk. His hands now were edged with claws. A common demon marking, unlike his snake-like features. He had always hated his demon markings. They made him look more like the monster his mother called him. Now, the man who said to be his father.

I none of those things. He glowered and stared at the new book on his desk. It was a thick leather-bound spellbook. The leather was a blood red colored though withered and worn through. The scent it carried was of iron and it gave a sharp spike to Taemin’s spine. His hand slowly reached for it and opened the book. The pages were an unmistakable shade of putrid yellow. As if the pages themselves were rotted. Though when Taemin touched it he knew that this was not paper but flesh. He recoiled his hand quickly and hissed at the dark book that invaded his tiny solace.

“Dark magic” he growled and lifted the book from his things with a bent finger. He glared at the monstrosity with pure disgust. The edge of the binding began to burn and Taemin watched it silently.

The life I’ve wanted has nothing to do with this. It will never have anything to do with dark magic or Allocer. I am Lee Taemin a warlock. Not a monster, devil or vermin. They will all know this when I’m gone.

 

The ashes poured to the ground yet the stench of rotting burning flesh made Taemin want to vomit. His demon marks faded and his features soften. He stepped to his window and pulled it open just to jump out of it like when he was a boy. Though he could have just snapped his fingers and left he ran towards the forest.

I will not fall. I will rise and run through the world at my own will.

 

PART ONE

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Hello~ this is just so important things to know before rping with me

I'm 21 years old. I'm in college.

• I'm usually on/off because I'm logged into both my phone and laptop. If it's a long reply I won't reply back until I'm on my laptop and can give you a neat, well written long reply back.
• I do either 1st detailed (and I mean really detailed) or 3rd pov (I'm interested mostly in multipara or novella) Basically if you give me one-liner I'm NOT going to reply to you, simple as that. 
• I prefer to plot something out first, rather than just random boring greeting posts or winging it. I'm open to all sorts of plots just nothing with horror or too much gore.
• All of my characters are Power Bottoms. By that, I don't mean they just sass tops. I mean they really have dominant personalities and like taking charge as well. They enjoy making tops weak in the knees too. But at the end, they love to get ed good.
• Do's of ting with me; , Rough , Toys, , cross-dressing, denial, spanking, public , power play, praise kink,
• Don'ts of ting with me; Blood play, Breath play, Knife play, weird things being put inside me that shouldn't be inside me, humiliation (respect my character I'll respect yours, toilet play, pet play (I'll dress up as a kitten or etc but I will not be treated like an animal), abuse against my character that is uncalled for (I'm all up for violence and fist fighting but if you're randomly slapping my character you're gonna get ed slapped into next week real quick). Flogging and whipping are not okay either.

Honestly, I'm very friendly even though it may not seem like it, I like making friends with the people I roleplay with I'm just very protective of my character and I personally have my limits with things I just don't condone or like just like everyone else.

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