Translucent Devil

[Zyta]

OOC - http://dhaven.org/showthread.php?t=4874
Recruitment - http://dhaven.org/showthread.php?t=4869
Glossary - http://dhaven.org/showthread.php?t=4938

-Chapter One-

Slowly the Demon Lord approached, the crying grew louder as the sound from the Demon Lord’s feet came closer and close, closer…

The room was plagued in darkness except for two holes in the wall where the windows were destroyed. But little light poured through the holes; outside across all of Medio a storm raged. Huge black clouds bleated out the moon and the rain kept a blanket ban on all the light from the city. Seen by candle light only, the naked figure of an adult woman sat blindfolded and tied by ropes to a chair. The Demon Lord stood before her, looking down at her form and soiling her skin with rain water that continuously dripped off of his clothes.

The Demon Lord breathed with a hissing vapor exhumed from his closed mouth. He placed one clawed hand on the woman’s exposed shoulder, gripping it until bones broke, flesh ripped.

The woman was beyond screaming, having shouted herself hoarse for nothing.

The Demon Lord’s eyes bore into the woman. At once his tongue slipped through the crevice that was the opening of his maw and begun licking the woman for a more sadistic lust, a show of power, and force over the nonexistent lust for her wretched, stinking body overpowered with rose-smelling perfume. Sanskrit trembled, resisting the urge to flay the bastard where she sat, but that would be too simple, he reflected sadly.

A bolt of lightning flashed amid the storm outside, illuminating the inside of the room for a tenth of a second. The Demon Lord stood over a woman of palest white; she looked to be well endowed: large breasts, thin neck, round bottom. Sanskrit’s own body was heavily layered with clothes, but even then it was impossible to miss his hulking figure rippling with muscle and evil intent. The room the two were in was large and looked like a temple, but most of the space was covered with towering piles of trinkets—telescopes, toys, book, weapons, and various other items discarded over the years—leaving only a small space to walk through. And then the flash of yellow light ended. Only the sounds of the continuous downpour lingered.

“Now, my dear,” spoke Sanskrit with his mouth level with the woman’s ear. If she recoiled she would feel his sharp incisors inserting into her neck. His voice was a whisper relishing this precise moment. “It’s time for a little experiment.”

“I refuse, you’ll have to kill me!” she shouted back at Sanskrit. “I’ll not become your whore!”

A soft chuckle. A dangerous sign. “Me, the greatest and strongest demon ever, slayer of the later Demon Lord Satan, former ruler of Hell and Earth, God’s most dangerous enemy, rape you? A filthy human with no redeeming qualities except for your stench. Trash!” Sanskrit curled his clawed hand into a fist and struck the woman across the face with a powerful blow, but purposefully kept her alive, kept her conscious. “Don’t you dare insult me.

“I want to see you kill, as much as you can until you die. Simple. Humans only.”

“I refuse! You’ll have to kill them yourself!” The woman under her blindfold looked stricken. The spot where Sanskrit stuck was bruising.

“I’m afraid that I can be very persuasive with this—” Sanskrit removed the Black Orb from inside his cloak and let her feel its smooth surface by rolling it from her legs, up her stomach, between her breasts, and stopped it finally as it touched her neck. “But! Don’t go biting through your tongue and killing yourself early; I have a little gift.” One clawed hand toyed with her hair as it made its way up the back of her head and then removed the blindfold.

“No!” The woman looked passed Sanskrit, guided by his lightning to where three children lay bound, eyes and mouths covered. Another lay dead in a pool of his own blood on the floor buried by trinkets. “Not my children. Please! I’ll do anything!”

“Good,” Sanskrit said as his mouth twisted into a smile. “Become my servant.”

—

A minute later the woman was unrecognizable. Her skin turned to scales, a tail spouted from her butt, her teeth became sharp and lethal, spitting poison.

“Kill them,” instructed Sanskrit lazily flicking a finger at the children. Her children. And she did, without protest even. The demoness’s eyes were shimmering with bloody tears. “Now kill them!” Sanskrit said and thrust a finger to an unsuspecting Medio.

Sanskrit was pleased with his creation. It was more deadly than its predecessors. The results were sure to be interesting.

[Paladin_girl]

It is a strange thing when the gears of time seem to shift endlessly before us... yet whenever we turn to look at ourselves, we suddenly realise the limits to the human body.

This temporaphobia makes us hurry our emotions, to die inside before we even live – we want to hate so quickly... and so the outcasts of Medio have made themselves feared.

They... the demon hunters of the night, have suddenly become obsolete.

Pity. Because I lived for it.

The dark, stony works of the great clock tower seemed to stick out like a bony thumb, the carvings and engravings on the walls twisting and winding around each other like a strange weaving, all the way up to reach the roof. It depicted nothing special, for beside them was simply this blank, grey stone and teams of gargoyles lined and facing either West or East.

If one looked hard enough, one of the gargoyles seemed to take a particular shape – and the figure was that of a young woman, pale of skin and dark of eyes, its torso reclined and seemingly casual. Her coat hung over the edge of the wall as she peered down into the strange city of Medio, water dripping from her hair and cheek, down into the musty streets as rain poured from the skies above. The moonlight which was able to eke through the darkness now settled upon this figure and highlighted some of the smoggy city, its chimneys spitting out fumes and the people huddling together like ants, while trying to shove past one another.

Between her fingers, there flipped about a little gear – though small and typical of any to be found elsewhere, this little object rolling over her palms and knuckles as if it were a little child's ball. A small, amused smile appeared on the young woman's lips. In her right hand was a weapon held tightly, as if its owner was afraid that it might escape.

It was a long, rustic pole, sharpened and rutted from use, yet this bizarre trident’s blades seemed polished and sharpened attentively. The enormous gear on the other end of the pole lay flat against the cold stone of the sill, as ready at its playmate, both glistening viciously for a moment in the bright light. This silent threat could only scream the threatening character which both the blade and His wielder possessed. Like a child to a beloved cat, her fingers were absent-mindedly, but fondly caressing the rough surface of this deviant weapon.

Suddenly, the gear fell through her fingers, falling down towards the street below, making her emit a cry of dismay...

Someone was different tonight – and something was now setting the gears in motion. The scent of blood... the smell of another. Another taint. It wasn't good for the tower. Not at all.

But she had to get the gear.

She needed to get the gear. Quickly.

((Temporophobia is the fear of time passing. ^^))

[Renn]

Pathetic. That wasn’t even worth her time. Scarlet wiped the blood from her reaver claws, all the while surveying her surroundings. The others seemed to have escaped. This further fueled her anger, as she wanted to kill the beasts, but now she would either have to search for them or go back home. She huffed furiously, quickly turning her back on the dead carcass. She was already bored with this. If she went after the demons now, it would only end her fun sooner than she wanted. She needed to find something else to occupy her for the time being. She didn’t want to hunt any else for the night anyway. She quickly left the scene before anything could get in her way.

The trip back to Upper Medio didn’t take as long as her trip down to Lower Medio. Which she was glad of. She was already fuming, so if she had gotten lost, she might have taken her anger out on someone and she did not want to get in trouble at this time of night. It would only hinder her and right now, all she wanted to do is get home. She was tired of hunting and killing. Maybe some night time reading would cheer her up, or at least she hoped. With her thoughts else where, she could help but run into someone. From her quick observation of her senses, she was able to tell it was a man.

“Hey! Watch where-” He was quiet for moment, as if he was looking at her, which he mostly likely was. He quickly mumbled, saying that he was sorry and went on his way. Of course, Scarlet expect that from the man. That’s how everyone reacted when they saw that she was blind.

Pity. That is what they gave her. It bother her at first, but as she went along with life, she grew use to it. There was no way to stop it. No way at all. She would get that for the rest of her life, until the day she died. It was sad really but at the moment she cared not. With haste, she made her way to her manor.

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SNAP

~Blood will spill blood and the lake will run red. Only then
will those seeking what they want will able to find it. It has began.
A new beginning or the end. Which will it be?~

Scarlet woke with start. When she saw nothing but blackness, she knew that she was awake. The same dream or was it a dream. There was no way that it could be since she has had it every night for the past week. Scarlet ran her fingers through her white blonde hair. Something has begun or rather…it had already began. Either way, there would be much bloodshed soon to come and Scarlet wasn’t sure how she would play a part of this.

[Nevermore]

The sparse crowd of people that slowly traveled the sidewalks at night quickly made paths or slowly went far out of their way to get around a tall dark figure that slowly made its way down the sidewalk. The figure watched the people without interest, for people always acted this way around him. He didn't blame them, he was the one refusing to smile and wearing a dark trench coat after all. He also thought their reactions might have something to do with the large, demonic looking sword he carried on his back, a sign that he was a demon hunter. No one in this day and age carried around weapons so openly unless they were to fight demons or devils. He glanced up at the clock tower he was nearing and marveled at the craftsmenship that went into making it. One gargoyle, in fact, looked so much like a human it was disturbing, and Gabriel was sure he saw it move, or maybe it was the wind catching a cloak. Whoever crafted it must have been quite skilled. He was soon passing in front of it and looking up was too painful on his neck so he faced forward, stopping to marvel at the large doors on the front. It was not very often that something made Gabriel stop, but he had a soft spot for things that were old, and skillfully made. For someone like Gabriel, time wasn't much of a troublesome thing, he was, afterall, over three hundred but only appeared as old as a twenty-seven year old human.

As he marveled, Gabriel heard something that sounded like whistling, as if something or someone were falling from above. The heavy rain put fog on the ground and the air above him was unclear, difficult to see through. He glanced up just in time to catch the gear with his face. Normally such a small, inconsequential gear might not be too harmful, but from the height of the clock tower it had gathered quite a bit of speed. When it collided with Gabriel's face, the gear left a sizable, bloody dent in the devil's forehead and he collapsed on the spot, seemingly dead of his wound.

[Doc]

MUSIC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I9xl3uiL8oU

Darkness struck at every corner of Medio, low rumbles of thunder rolling through the thick storm clouds than hung overhead. Crimson eyes cut out through the blackness, the aura emitted from the irises enough to turn a man's blood ice cold. A sudden wind forced the baggy ebon leggings he was clad in to billow wildly, the ends of the bandana fastened over his nose and mouth dancing upon the hard breeze. Standing atop one of the tall skyscrapers that rose upwards towards the unholy heavens that resided overhead, the dark figure cast his wild and hellish gaze over the entire city.

"Shriek," he spoke, his voice cold and raspy as if his throat had been cut brutally by a knife as he looked down at the small imp that stood beside him, "Find me a good meal."

[Shadow]

continue MUSIC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I9xl3uiL8oU

Shriek scratched his head with one of his claws as he sat on the shoulder of his Master, as they watched over the city. Personally, he could never see what his Master saw whenever they stood silent somewhere, overlooking a particular area. Then again, it wasn't a imp's place to question anything, and instead to do just as he was told.

Imp's never got far. Little creatures, often found to be annoying and concidered nothing more then thieving rats by the common human. But Shriek was different. Shriek had a mind of it's own and learned to think for himself, beyond common thieving and trying to survive, he always had a thirst for more. And so he ended up with his Master, and he found great joy in being able to get a glimpse of the devil life, seeing the true horrors basically every demon enjoys. Shriek was quiet when needed, and active when it was desired from him, no more, no less.

"Shriek will! Shriek will find a great meal! Yummy for the tummy, oh yes." he basically shrieked, and jumped off the large shoulder of his Master, diving down the skyscraper, the wind whistling heavily around him as he fell down. His sword came out as he neared the solid ground, trusting it in the concrete wall of the skyscraper. It cut right through the stone as if it was butter, a very handy trait of his trusted blade. It was because of this enchanted short sword that he got the upper side on all the other Imps.

As the sword caused him to slow down on his falling speed, he landed agile on the floor, swiftly skittering over it much like a rat would, on all fours. He carefully avoided any patrols or large male humans, and eventually came to an alley where he found a small orphan child in a wet cardboard box, shivering and alone.

A creepy smile revealed two rows of razorsharp teeth as Shriek moved into position...

Moments later, Shriek was clawing it's way up the skyscraper building, holding the murdered child at it's ankle at his back, blood dripping many feet down the building as he clawed up using his feet and other hand. He layed the child at the feet of his Master, looking up at him with much admiration, hoping he had done a good job.

[Doc]

The imp's master eyed the blood soaked child from the corner of his burning gaze. After several moments of studying the delicious looking morsel he noticed the weak rising and falling of the young human's chest, followed suite by a weak and pathetic moan of pain.

This meal was still alive and kicking.

With a sicking crunch the Demon's heel came down upon the orphan's throat, crushing the life from the child without a moment's hesitation. Maneuvering the toe of his boot so that it was beneath the corpse, he flicked with his ankle suddenly and propelled the body upwards into his bandaged left hand. The palm emitted a crimson and black glow as streams of energy were sucked from the limp body of the orphan and into the Demon, channeling through his arm and into his very core.

His eyes glowed an ominous white as he consumed the soul, his muscles growing more taught and defined as he did, the veins running along his body bulging out against his "flesh".

When finished he allowed the corpse to drop to his feet with a thud, stepping over it and moving to the edge of the building. The imp could have the rest, its master didn't care for the taste of meat.

[Paladin_girl]

Lilith could have expected many things – but when she had descended from the clock tower from the stairway and cautiously sneaked out of the door to inspect where it was, she never expected it to be the uninvited guest to a very peculiar creature. Her dark, sage eyes peered at the 'corpse' carefully, with disturbing analysis marked upon her soft features – there was a surprised frown one moment, but then a wise smile.

Some of the passers-by glanced at him, but none came near lest the demon in the clock tower begrudged them. Rumours were such a tiresome thing.

Looking around slowly a moment, she grabbed at the man's jacket, dragging him from the growing pool of blood on the pavement (leaving behind a delightful trail from there to the door – it would be an excellent effect for any trespasser) and out of the rain into the chilly recesses of the clock tower, closing the door behind her – the heavy slamming echoed around her a moment before she slowly looked down again to the man with a smirk, tilting her head with bizarre curiosity.

Reaching out with a gloved hand, she grabbed her gear and no less callously, pulled it out with a gut-wrenching crunch. This didn't seem to bother her however – the gear was back in her hands. That was good. At least it was safe now. However...

Her sage eyes stared at the man, her curious look seeming to never leave her face. Taking out a handkerchief, she stared at it for a moment before gently pressing it on the man's forehead – it was never good to leave mess. Not at all.

[Zyta]

Sanskrit stalked the city. His wanderings after leaving the building of his victim was monotonous, without a passing glance or an idea to where he was going. The rain continued to pelt down, hard, on his body, but Sanskrit was either too used to the power of the rain, he could not feel it, or it wasn’t even worth a moment’s notice and went ignored, no matter how drenched his clothing became.

Soon he went under the clock tower moments before Lilith appeared through the front doors. The clock tower was huge, normally red with metal cables lining the tower that kept it upright. Long columns of metal rushed from the ground to the sky like the Eifel Tower. The clock tower served as the barrier between the two worlds, a barrier that was unseen by mortals’ eyes, and one that stretched east to west for as far as the eye could see. Once you stepped on the other side of the barrier, you were subject to their laws, their rules willingly or not.

As Sanskrit passed by the clock tower with no indication of passing the barrier, he noticed a dead looking male youth in relation to himself. A devil half by the smell of him stinking up the road with his human blood. Sanskrit kept walking, not caring that this was a fated encounter, not realizing what he should have. He kept walking until his feet found his body in front of a library, but unlike any other library in the world, this one had the knowledge of everything on Earth, the trouble was locating what you sought amongst countless heaps of books with similar, but irrelevant subjects.

For now Sanskrit had time to kill until his experiment was concluded. Opening the large black doors to the library, Sanskrit entered and closed, locking the door behind him.

@Renn:

BANG!

Another flash of lightning erupted. Sanskrit’s pet stood over the woman, perhaps enticed by her own womanly desires; had she naturally sought out another female human’s blood, was it mere coincidence? The demoness approached Scarlet snarling like some mad beast. Her muscles were rippling under her scales. The floor was pooling with rain water.

“Master say, kill!” The demoness launched itself at Scarlet.

[Renn]

Was it luck that Scarlet woke just as the beast lunged for her? Perhaps so, but for now she rolled herself out of the bed, onto the floor. She barely managed to duck when the beast crashed into her wardrobe on the other side. Not knowing who or what it was, Scarlet launched herself forward to where she kept her jeweled staff. She grabbed hold of it and stumbled forward. She felt the beast about to lunged at her again. She turned her back, facing the beast(which she was now able to tell was a demon, or rather, demoness). With a flick of her wrist, she made a triangular-shape motion in the air with her staff.

“Oh roar of demons. Bloody Howling!”

The demoness was caught in a sphere of blackness, or at least Scarlet hoped it was. She turned and ran out of the room. Down the hall, making right and left turns. Curse it, that she was wearing her nightgown. It made it hard to maneuver and it reduced her speed greatly. If the spell had caught the beast, the she should have time to make it to that room. Another right turn and she ran right dab into someone.

“Mistress! It is late-”

“Get out of my way!” Scarlet pushed her servant aside and continue to sprint down the hall. She was close to the room. She slid around the corner and grabbed hold of the railing of the stairs. She pushed herself up the stairs, skipping ever other step. Another hallway she ran down. Now she could hear the screams of her servants, some who would have the unfortunate timing of running into the demoness. That didn’t matter now, though. Scarlet’s hands crashed into the door, as she open it. She ran in and slammed it shut. With some quick incantations, she magically sealed the door shut. That would buy her some time but not much.

She tore off her nightgown, while she placed her staff down. She went over the another one of her many wardrobes and opened it. Grabbing her clothes, she pulled them on. It was a good thing she had practiced this before, for she finished tying her ribbon around her neck in record timing. She nearly jumped when she heard something crash against door. So, it had already found where she was hiding. She pulled on her reaver claws and grabbed her staff, as she made her way to a bookshelf. Pulling one of the book out, she heard the book case slide back, which would reveal a secret passage. Grabbing her cloak that was next to the bookcase, she walked in, just as the bookshelf itself returned to it’s original position. She hurried down the passage, all the while pulling her cloak on. As she felt herself nearing the exit, She stopped and quickly pulled on the shoes she kept there for when she used this way out of her home.

Making her way out, Scarlet carefully slowed down her pace. She didn’t want people wondering why she seemed so distraught. Making her way to the streets, she wondered around. She couldn’t go back to her house. That was for sure.