Tente Passione Fievel/Edgar

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Edgar: Devil
Vitale: Hermit

Lust, Lechery, one of the original sins that seem to have pre-existed humanity for hundreds of years. It has always existed and apart from the present time, there were also two kinds of people. It was the participants or the ones who appreciated the opportunities that were given to them. There were also the providers, those who provided the opportunistic opportunities to experience the flesh for a decent price. Long story short, people are ruled by their desires, and there was a price for everything. While Edgar didn't always follow the rules, he was still a detective. His investigative and observation skills helped him identify who he needed to talk to. However, he wasn't picky, Edgar was willing to join such people if she was able to help him further his investigation. After realizing the value of food and the rarity of some foods because of the inhospitable environment. After several days of investigation and as night approached, Edgar decided to approach the slave camp in a rather stealthy manner.

"Where can you go to enjoy yourself? I'll trade you if you can bring me in the right direction.”

Taking out a mango to offer the man, the strategy was to trade in fruits and foods that were normal to people in vault Olympia, but rare to people on the surface. Nevertheless, it worked like a charm and Edgar never even had to use his cola. With the escort, Edgar was sent to a certain tent and was ordered to wait a while. He thought it was a setup, but Edgar didn't jump the gun. The camp itself was monitored for three days, and Edgar was careful to approach the individual who was most malleable at his approach. As long as he could put forward something meaningful, Edgar could get what he wanted. The question is, who resided in this tent that some residents of the camp frequented?

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It didn’t take long for Vitale to show up. A man, another slave, had approached him in a slightly sarcastic manner, saying there were “visitors” waiting for his arrival. Though the fellow faced it with a laughable, acid undertone to his humor, Vitale was neutral. Another day of a work he was fairly used to, by now. “May Lord bless me and forgive me this time again”, he whispered, doing a quick crux sign over his chest ended with a kiss over his own hand before walking over to his tent.

It wasn’t that big of a tent, as it was shared with some other companion slaves, but right now he was the only one in it… Or so he thought. Once Vitale got in, his eyes widened with quite a surprise. The sight of a man. A distinguished man he never saw until now and it was odd, Vitale knew every single slave in that concentration camp, both from the past and present, the long before dead ones and the current ones. This man’s clothes were far from being comparable to his, clean and tidy while his own could tell he was…well, a slave, with a skinny physique that some could deem unattractive despite the popularity of his services in the camp. “Hey”, he uttered, with a constrained smile. Awkward, demure and humiliated smile. “You new here...?”

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While he was left to his own devices, Edgar decided to look around the tent a bit. He wanted to get a feel of how the slaves were living, or how everyday life seems to be for them while being under the rule of the demons. In all honesty, it seemed like a hard life. Despite its problems, it made the vault seem like a utopia with a little more freedom than usual. With the hygiene and how things were kept, Edgar simply frowned. He knew that they were doing their best, but it was that sort of desperation in the bottom of their hearts that could make the slaves capable of anything. The enslaved that his father attempted to stop those years back, was such a desperation for a better life so prevalent that they would do whatever they were told?

But suddenly, Edgar's train of thought would break when a slender-looking man would walk in. It seemed to be the contact, but from how the posture was, it wasn't as if this man was the pimp. It only left the most obvious answer, with the younger male being the provider of such a service. This was something that Edgar frequented before rather discretely in Olympia, but he knew that it wasn't always about sexual contact. Sometimes he liked to bring a hot date and show up his coworkers at work functions.

Reaching into his bag, Edgar would pull out a Mango and his knife. After splashing some alcohol on the blade, Edgar would cut the mango into a few slices and offer it to Vitale.

"Take it, it a mango. It tastes good, trust me."

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Vitale glanced back and forth from this man to his curious choice of payment. A mango. This lad was probably new in the camp, however not new enough to not know about Vitale’s reputation and how he whored himself in exchange of supplies, food and water, no matter how bad would be their state of conservation. However…the fact this man was still with a rather composed and tidy choice of attire as well as able to pick up a fruit that has not started the decomposition stage did raise a red flag in his mind. Vitale accepted the offer and grabbed the mango slice like a cornered prey who ultimately chose to give in to a primal urge such as hunger. You can never be picky when you’re in need. He was starving, dying to taste some food that wasn’t poisoned, rotten or dirty for once. His tongue twitched at the sugary flavor as well as his stomach hurt at the newfound weight on his belly, and yet Vitale kept eating with little remembrance of his mother’s etiquette lessons. At that moment, he was barely a human, instead a poorly dressed animal. The only thing able to stop him briefly from his lack of politeness was…the man’s stare. The man’s presence. The man’s silence.

Vitale swallowed quickly whatever was left of some slices, cleaning his lips with the back of his hand, which he wiped clean at the back of his shorts. “Tell me how you like it. I’ll do my best”, he said, ready to get on his knees, unless stopped, naturally.

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Stopping the young man, Edgar would hold him up and instead look at him in the face. After wiping a bit away from it, he would smile a bit.

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"You know, you would probably be a hit on vaultstagram with a little bit of shine to you. But that can come later. "

It might not make any sense right now, So Edgar simply sat down and gestured the young man to sit as he started to peel some more fruit for him. "So here is how it's going to go, I'll ask questions and you'll answer them, ok? You don't have to do anything else, just relax and be yourself. " Edgar waited until the young man took a seat across from him before he began.

"What's your name? Tell me about your life here in the enslaved camp. Do they treat you a certain way? Unreasonably cruel? Were you taken from your family unwillingly and that sort of thing? Are you happy here? Is food hard to come by? You get a slice of fruit if you answer those questions for me, works for you?"

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The guy wasn’t in the mood for some pleasure or job, apparently. Not the first time he actually faced someone who just wanted some chit-chatting and spending time, however it was extremely rare in the camp. Most slaves there wanted his companion for one purpose that meant keeping his mouth busy enough to talk. In a sense, Vitale was relieved he wouldn’t have to resort to something he didn’t feel to in order to get food and tire himself even more. He could only take so much after feeling disgusted at himself and equally worn out of the constant physical abuse.

Once he sat down in front of Edgar, the boy remained silent, glancing his mysterious client unaware of what “Vaultstagram” would be and what exactly he had in mind for such encounter. Hearing all of the questions crystal clear, the crescent sensation of set up built inside his heart. The red flag. “…Vitale. Alexis Vitale”, he said, with nearly no conviction whatsoever. However, there was one question that did strike a particular chord to which caused Vitale to expose some more emotion other than apathy and it was equally clear: this guy was not from around, at all. “’Are you happy here?’ What the actual fuck, what kind of idiot question is this? For real, what do you even want with all these questions to begin with?”

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"Ouuuf..... still got some fight left in you huh? That's alright, I'll let that one slide. However, don't forget that you are still a professional Alexis, or should I call you Alex for short? Yes, I think I will..." Crossing his legs as he stared at Alex with his big blue eyes, Edgar would start to speak to the young man again. "After all, this is my session. Usually when it comes to certain escorting etiquette, badmouthing your client is second to the top of the list. The first is discretion, as you know. No matter how you managed to get into this sort of business, you need to keep those tenants in mind if you want to maintain your image. Your image is power, I can make you much more than this, new clothes for instance. But all I would need is your cooperation. Your motivation for this is the pride you have in yourself, and the respect for a man who respects you enough to not take advantage of you. "

Edgar continued peeling, there were still a few more questions that Alex had yet to tell Edgar about his circumstances. Edgar was trying to funnel for information, he was going to absorb as much as what was said, even the small outburst of profanity.

"So I'm assuming the answer to happiness is a no? You've seen many people throughout the camp, how do they feel about their current situation on a day-to-day basis?"

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“What the…?”, Vitale replied, shocked. The holier-than-thou, high-and-mighty attitude… the same some other slaves had. Except that Vitale could fight them back for his pride and honor, for he was equally a slave and there was nothing to lose anymore, which is why he instinctively put the hand on the pocket at the back of his shorts, ready to pull a knife to defend himself. Still, something held him back. This time, however, Vitale felt strange. The sensation of a cornered animal intensified as Edgar spoke with such clarity and eloquence to remember Vitale of his place. He was a lower class of human being, that’s what he learned from early age, and Edgar had every right to look down on him, not only for not being a whore but for requesting this whore’s services.

“…we are slaves. What do you expect? This is not a summer camp…”, he muttered meekly, despite the animosity in his words, despite avoiding the stare of Edgar to any other spot inside his dark tent. “Other slaves… They’re not nice. Almost no one here is. But I don’t blame them. You can’t be when you’re trying to live, it’s not their fault…”

A bout of silence installed as he kept his words to himself, if only briefly. “But they give me water to drink, even if it tastes like mud and iron… They give me food, too, if I do… what I do. What I tried to do to you…”, his tone gradually shifted as Vitale felt like dragging in negativity, even if he tried hard to not show it. At the last moment, the boy shot a quick, intense glance to Edgar. The sadness was there, not something he could hold in for long, however there was also… anger. “Feeling pity already…?”

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Edgar sat there silently, almost motionlessly as he listened to what Alex had to say about his life. The trades were the best of what could be supplied in such an area of the slave camp, and some things seemed rather alien to Alex in terms of what was offered to him in exchange for their services. But he did admittedly say that there wasn't much that could be done if they wanted to survive. He felt for the kid, getting up and taking out a can of the cola that he was saving for a good trade. He figured that it was as good as a time as any to pop off the lid and hand it over to Alex.

"This is cola, it's a nice treat and tastes pretty good when chilled. Once something like this crosses your tastebuds, you can only imagine how much the worth of something like this would come across your camp. And no, I don't pity you. We were all born into these circumstances and the only thing we can do is to make the most of it. Surviving, that's all I've been doing. It's the same for you, is it not?"

After sitting back down, Edgar would keep the slices on a clean table section near him as he focused on the conversation at hand. "It's about time for the serious questions. Have you ever thought about getting out of here? Life after slavery without being a slave? Do you think you're well-deserving of such a life? Have you suffered enough, Alex?"

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“Of course you don’t”, Vitale scoffed, bile tinting every word as he took the can. He was thirsty for something consumable that wouldn’t weaken his already feeble physique, however even his needs could wait. “You know why you don’t? Because I’m doing good on my own instead of begging for mercy and crying a river to everyone else, that’s why!”

His free hand quickly grabbed the knife at the pocket of his shorts in an assertive manner, pointing it to Edgar like he meant every hissed word. “I know what I do, I know why I do it! You want me to blow you, I can do that, you came looking for a sob story to tell your people, you got one. But just because this is our ‘session’ doesn’t mean I don’t have some notion of self-respect and you won’t toy with me!” His heart raced like hardly in days, ages even. Chances are Vitale would only have enough strength for one quick, precise jolt before succumbing to any attempts of self-defense from Edgar, and maybe the guy had the best intentions at heart. However… how could he know? All that he knew was that this man was not a slave, judging from his distinctive manners, clothes and access to quality nourishment.

“Who-the fuck-are you? Where did you come from, how did you get inside this hell without being captured and how can you be so sure you’ll get out of here? Say it!”

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-play this to set the mood-

"Have a drink first before you start stabbing. Once that liquid touches your lips and washes through your tastebuds, you'll understand that the person you are dealing with has reputable facts when they say that they have the resources to change your life. As for why it should be you, I believe that you are worth saving. Is it pity? Yes, I don't enjoy you being used and abused by the other slaves due to unfortunate circumstances. If claiming human beings to for the camps was fair game to them, taking you for myself and reintroducing you to civilization is just mother nature at this point. Am I a good person? Debatable, I'm supposed to be...supposedly..."

Even Edgar has his limits. Even if he couldn't save all of the slaves, one person was enough. It was one of the most important and critical tools, an individual that had a loose connection with those within the camp. Alex also served as a human rumor board, probably hearing so many things while being treated as a nonfactor because he seemed weak and feeble. However, to Edgar, that was all an underestimation of the young man. In war, information was key. Things that Alex might not seem useful to himself, would be a goldmine for an outsider.

"My name is Edgar, I'm a detective. Your rage is misdirected, I like you. So, I'll help you. If it makes you feel any better, call it my bout of selfishness. How did I get here? The same mango you enjoyed, did you think it was only one. That's the worth of your innocence? A piece of fruit I leisurely gave to you as you point a knife at me? I know bad men, and I speak their language, that's how I got here. As for where did I come from, I'll tell you when you are more stable. "

Folding his legs, Edgar would stare blankly at Alex.

"Here is a crossroads my beautiful diamond in the rough. You can kill me, or allow me to take you from here. What do you want? Allow me to be sincere this time around as a stranger to your world. I want your freedom, Alexis What do I have to pay you to allow you to accept that for yourself?"

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Vitale kept holding the knife to Edgar’s direction without moving a single centimeter. However, as Edgar spoke selflessly, something in his speech reached out to the boy, hitting the right spot to make him not entirely drop his guard, but lower his hand if only a little bit. To kill him or allow this mysterious, handsome man who claimed to be altruistic in his goals to free him from slavery. It wasn’t a hard decision to make; it really wasn’t even though adrenaline run by Vitale’s brains and prevented him to resort to rationality.

He frowned. This… this is some kind of talk he never had from anyone else. Never had someone cared enough to offer assistance to him, to help him escape the fate of doom by the hands of demons and other humans. The frown became a grimace with the grit of teeth and the anger gave, once again, room to sadness. He wasn’t the type to easily believe anyone, but it’s as they say, once you cling to hope, despair has already set in. And Vitale had hopes, he wanted to believe…

“…take me”, he whispered. “Take me with you…”

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"Alright, So we need a bit of a body double. Since the last person who has seen me is possibly the same person that acts as the go-between for your clientele and yours truly. Unfortunately, that person would need to be eliminated. Now, from what I can figure from how you conduct yourself, it might be fairly difficult for you to go about finding these people yourself. I'm sure that this individual has connected you to the worst of the worst. In all honesty, I would frame your passing with an accidental fire. This would include leaving behind one of the things precious to you or something that you would consider identical. This has to be without my involvement, and It has to happen the following night or with some time after I leave for me to not draw any suspicion. It would be ideal if it was tonight but I'll stay around the perimeter for a maximum of 36 hours. "

With those blinded by greed, Edgar had to make this into some sort of random visit without bringing too much attention to himself. Currently, he would be unable to face demons with the skills that he had at his disposal, so he needed to be smart.

"There is going to be coordinates left for you...."

Edgar would then take out a pen and a paper and start writing some of the information down.

"I will be here, and I will leave some supplies down so at the very least you have food for tomorrow to keep your strength up and not having to "work". If you have your pick of clients, only chose the ones you verbally talk to for companionship except for sexual deviants. I can't have you exhausted or missing the window of opportunity. Once you meet me at the designated location, I'll be taking you with me to vault Olympia. It's up to you to fake your passing with a fire or quietly find a way outside of the camp without being noticed. Any questions? "

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“What?”

As the single word escaped the flabbergasted lips, Vitale kept his glare at Edgar, mildly unsure of what he had just heard.

“I-I can’t do this! How am I even gonna do that? I can’t fight the other slaves, for God’s sake! They almost trash me if I look them wrong, for the love of God, they will beat me to death if I dare try! I’ve done what I could to earn my position here, can’t go back on it now! Are you fucking crazy or what??”, Vitale retorted, in the border of an angry indignation at Edgar’s suggestion, effusively doing the crux sign over his chest. “I’ve never killed someone! That’s…that’s such a sin, I’m going straight to Hell if I ever cogitate do it! There HAS to be other way! Why can’t you just take me with you now??”

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"You don't have to kill anyone. I'm not trying to make you do anything degrading, All I said was to start a fire here in order to take your own death, that's all. That and it'll be a distraction of them investigating this tent and giving us more time to run away. It's better to set up a narrative for the worst to come than have nothing planned. If it fell short, at least you can say that I kidnapped you.

Sighing a bit, Edgar would look at his phone briefly and put it away.

"Fine change of plans. Can you leave now? I'll take you with me. "

It was a lot and Edgar knew he made a mistake of asking of much for a person who has been through so much trauma and abuse. So instead of simply setting up some sort of death scheme so they won't look for him, Edgar decided that he would take the risk of simply taking the boy with him.

"Sorry for asking that of you, the hard times must have made me quite callous to such things. You don't have to forgive me, but we need to go right now."

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