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Post by Daemon--Til Death... on Jul 16, 2009 23:29:08 GMT -5
A grotesque wind-song was drifting through the depths of the Earth; Hell. Souls were screaming at high pitched levels, the whirling of their ectoplasm spiraled out of control, but not for long. A porous seal upon Daemon's right shoulder opened up in a small diameter of 2 inches. The hole looked pitched black and even more surreal, the hole had billions of teeth that circled all the way down into the depths.
"Come souls-- your time has come. Welcome to a different kind of hell; you pathetic.. poor unfortunate souls..."
He grinned so devilishly handsome, as the souls spiraled further together in a greenish-white tornado. Daemon didn't need anymore power, but he enjoyed the screams of less fortunate beings. It's too bad for them. He usually did this while he waited for Bailey to arrive.
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Post by BEE ! on Jul 16, 2009 23:51:04 GMT -5
If Bailey had been lost before, he surely wasn't now. Not with that pretty screaming so close by. If was a sound highly familiar in more than one way and his body hummed as he turned toward it. He nearly skipped through the underbrush, bounding around pricklys and sticks, surprisingly silent despite the energetic movement. Only one event made souls scream so forlornly and that event was beautiful. The breakdown of the waste that was the spirit into power. Daemon's power.
The incubus slipped happily into view, hands clasping behind his back as he grinned at the redhead. His teeth were small but sharp and despite the innocence that seemed to pour off him in waves, there was a slight crook to his grin that could invoke wariness in even the dumbest of humans. Bee's eyes opened up, having closed as he grinned, finding the pretty swirl of souls. His head cocked, watching like he'd never seen it before.
"Daemon, did you get hurt?" He asked, curious as to why he was drawing in the dead. His voice was like honey, sweet and smooth, because he was the perfect trap. His appearance, his voice, his demeanor: they were bait to lull his dinner into his tummy. A demon wrapped in an angel's skin. Daemon was the only one that fully understood the nature of the monster beneath that false purity. But Daemon was safe from Bee anyway~. Bailey would never try and eat Daemon. No matter what.
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Post by Daemon--Til Death... on Jul 17, 2009 0:16:42 GMT -5
The souls writhed in agony, their pitches becoming drowned out by the jet black hole. The ectoplasm looked like wraiths, just a shadow of their human and demonic embodiments; they even slid their tendrils outward as if to keep them from being sucked into Daemon's body. The greenish-white colors glowed translucently beneath Daemon's skin; the raw power of them became his very flesh. A series of Forty-Four millions years of build up power across his whole body.
The corners of his mouth peaked up at one side, turning into a very intimidating grin. His pearly whites pointed across his lips; as they did when he was aroused. Not sexually of course, but excited. In this form at least, it was easy to tell he was chipper. His orbs soon turned from the flowing souls towards his companion; Bailey. His mouth formed a perfectly sculpted smile, that almost resembled a statue, but his was more flawless. Daemon was the opposite of Bailey in the sense of personality. Bailey was the coy, undercover one who lured on his looks and sprung when least expected. Daemon did things his own way and it always seemed to changed, but he never delayed the chase like Bailey, unless he wanted too. It wasn't his specialty, per say.
"No" he said shortly after Bailey had emerged. He paused and then pursed his lips smugly.
"I was in a chipper mood and decided to entertain myself. These souls just happened to stumble into my hunting ground."
Daemon continued, "You of all creatures should know if I'm hurt. You've experienced just as much carnage as I have, if not more or less. A drop of blood from my flesh would go unnoticed by you, and vice-versa."
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Post by BEE ! on Jul 17, 2009 0:33:54 GMT -5
His tongue ran over his lips as Daemon spoke. He was right of course. If Daemon had bled, Bailey would have smelt it and licked the wound clean if the older man had let him. He had spoken before he'd thought, something he did quite often, more so around Daemon. He was happy to hear that Daemon would more or less do the same for thing. He knew it already, but having it said aloud was much prettier.
Bailey moved forward, reaching up into the whirlwind of souls. They swirled around his outstretched fingers, trying so desperately to hold to him to escape their fate. He giggled as they writhed around his skin before pulling back, dragging one down with him. "Can I have one?" He asked, not waiting for a reply. He cradled the wispy orb to his chest, feeling it quiver from both fear and relief. His eyes were hooded, pupils glowing as they constricted. He let the soul have a moment of freedom, the wraith wrapping around his arm before it attempted to flee. Bee, however, swiped his hand in front of it, curving it back to himself as he poised his lips into an 'o' and inhaled deeply.
Like the hole in Daemon's shoulder, Bailey could gain strength from souls by eating them. On the other hand, they were more like food to him, more energy than power. The white-green soul screamed angrily until Bailey closed his mouth around it, swallowing. He trembled slightly, wrapping himself in his own arms, and giggling. He turned bright eyes up to Daemon. "How come you need more?" Deft fingers pushed his glasses down from his hairline and onto his nose. His eyesight was perfect. He wore them because he liked them. "Are we going somewhere~?" Oh, he hoped so. Daemon never disappointed.
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Post by Daemon--Til Death... on Jul 17, 2009 21:22:46 GMT -5
Daemon watched Bailey's every movement, from the curling of his devilish and perfect lips, to the liquid movement of his divine tongue. He could easily put on a show and destroy and devour 100 humans in a matter of minutes. Of course Daemon would just slice and dice beforehand, unless he was in a particularly erotic mood.
Without even responding to Bee's question he turned his head and shrugged, knowing Bailey would do what he pleased and he also knew it wouldn't bother Daemon to the least amount. The fiery depths of hell was a cliche. Even though the lava overflowed from the volcanic ash, spewing littered ash from carcasses discarded into them, it was the cliche, and more.
The screaming of the souls become less loud as the seal to the hole in his arm has finished the snack, even though Daemon didn't need it. He would store the souls in his blood stream for future use in case, and even though he never was, he would be harmed.
With humor, Daemon watched Bailey's attempt at fooling the soul. The soul seemed grateful as evil resonated from every inch of Daemon's being. While it was hidden in Bee's, it only came out when he sprung or let it show. That was what he liked about Bee and his personality. It was just as downright devious as he. The length of Daemon's tongue slid through his parted lips as he breathed heavier, a growl echoing through the depths of his throat, just as Bee devoured the soul, while it spiraled angrily into the depths in which it shall never return.
"Actually, Bee-Bee" he said, answering his companion's question, once again-- slightly annoyed.
"I do not need them for any particular reason. I was waiting for you and I couldn't let any good deeds fly by me.. So with my infinite evil being, I decided among the best to devour these souls... It wouldn't hurt to have more at my disposal. For your sake and mine, if anything should happen. Even though I doubt it. We're one in a trillion. Even down here, after all that have come."
His eyes burned brightly red, as the color deepened to that of a blood and then turned neon green, with greed.
"Yes, we are going somewhere."
And with that, he pointed up.
"To the Human world known as Earth. It's time we paid a visit.. It seems people have become less superstitious and it's our job, by my own command, to make them scared for the rest of their existence."
He grinned and laughed so hard and deep down, that it emerged as another thick growl full of malice and even the ground shook from it's roar.
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Post by BEE ! on Jul 18, 2009 16:57:16 GMT -5
Bailey was both pleased and disappointed as the screaming died away. The sound was pretty but it began to grow annoying in large doses. He patted his belly, grinning down at it, pleased with the appetizer. Bee’s stomach seemed almost bottomless. It wasn’t but it was damn close. A soul could sate him for a while, but his hungry did stay dormant for very long at all. He wished Daemon would have kept drawing souls for a little longer. Just one more would have been nice.
Despite the differences in their style of murder, Bee loved watching Daemon do so. While Bailey made his prey come to him, while he played with his food, Daemon did not beat around the bush very often. He was swift and merciless and Bailey’s blood hummed when he watched him act on his bloodlust. But most things Daemon did caused that reaction. Bee would be quite helpless without Daemon. There was no one that could take his place. There was no one as sacred to Bee as the redhead.
When Daemon spoke, Bee turned to face him. He noticed the irritation but paid it no mind. It was common. Bailey lifted his hands, cupping them around the back of his own neck innocently. The older male’s words made him smile. He liked how Daemon talked, cocky and self-assured. Daemon’s voice alone made Bailey cocky himself, and further confidant in his half-kelpie partner-in-crime. “Nothing we don’t want can happen~,” he purred happily. And it rarely did. If Daemon disliked it, Bee stopped it. He would do anything for Daemon.
The answer he got made him let out a soft giggle. His head tilted back as if he could see the mortal world from where they were. To the human world to make them afraid, to make them conscious that they were not safe. Daemon’s laughter caressed his ears and Bee’s eyes fluttered close. “A visit,” he breathed. His hands slid from his neck, grasping in front of him. “We are the top of the food chain~. They have forgot.” They would make them remember.
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