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Posted | 07-03-2017, 03:03 PM

Have you ever tried to teach a demon how to make fliers? It was not easy.

The woman in the store was trying so hard to be patient, but she really felt uncomfortable putting specific things he had requested on the flier. He seemed to not understand that placing an add for 'very young little human actors that wont be missed' was a bit cause for alarm. He had just stared at her with that vacant look in his eyes as if he had no idea what she was talking about. But then he explained how he was a professional director, and it was for his new live action play he was presenting later in the week and their own printer had broken. The sweet smile she had given him, well she was pretty sure he was hitting on her and suddenly she didn't feel quite so uncomfortable. And he was absolutely delicious to look at. His voice was as smooth as honey, and he was so very charming. She barely paid any attention to anything else. After all, a director was here in her store, and he was paying attention to her. Maybe she could get a role?

Then she mentioned to him that no one would ever respond to such an ad. And so she had relented and simply created a wonderful flier for him, all the while he continued to look at her in that dreamy way of his, and when she finally showed him the end product he had seemed pleased. After all it was a very basic flier, with a description of his play, as well as the young age group (Younger than 2, preferably an infant). It was a little odd that the only stipulation was there was no phone number on the flier, and they just had to arrive at a designated time and place for auditions. But..He seemed so kind and just…sigh…Dreamy. She was sad to see Evan go, but he had promised to come back shortly.


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He really was not a fan of parks, they were rather dirty and filled with bugs, and the only redeemable quality was the fact he liked the texture of the grass and when he touched it, as long as his hand did not come back dirty, then he was pleased. It was rather early in the day, and he had yet to have his coffee which was most surprising, but he had been rather preoccupied the last few evenings and this morning was no different. The silver eyed demon was leaning rather casually against the tree, both arms crossed over his chest, and his ankles as well. Eyes glancing around the park and seeing barely any individuals, which was unusual in itself. There was one or two families, distracted in their own presence and not paying any mind to those around them.

Alehkar did not own a cellphone. He did not believe In them, mainly because he did not understand them. People, humans specifically, spent way too much time with their noses to the screen and it allowed him ample time to prepare them for whatever he had planned. So, no, he had no cell phone. But he was well versed in messengers. It was easy enough to know where Miss Cassy was, after all while she did not know his real name, he did know hers. He did not think it was all that important, as he quite liked the label she had chosen for him, and if she ever asked he would probably clarify. Either way, a messenger would have been sent to direct her to come to him at the park, at that specific time. He had no doubts she would show, he just had to wait and he was very patiently impatient to see her.

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Posted | 07-03-2017, 09:55 PM


The following week was not particularly uneventful; there was no shortage of business and no shortage of functions and events that demanded Henche attend at request of lesser companies who were begging for potential benefactors and sponsors. Despite the work and high-social invitations one might expect at her level of importance in order to keep her busy, they never quite captured the entirety of her attention like they tended to. She was not bored of them, she enjoyed the wine and food and the success, but through each function there was a rather sizable part of her focus that was leaning elsewhere. The people were entertaining in about the same way as one found interest in a book's adventure, reading and spectating the unfolding story; it was nothing like being there, experiencing something in reality, something tangible, adequate - real.
Kelly was real - or so she thought. Yet again he was gone and she had not seen any indication that he was more than some wayward, fabricated illusion. And the more she dwelled on the experiences where he was concerned, the more it was feeling more like a story than anything else, some prewritten, deliberate, rather wonderful tale. When was the last time she had wanted something and was given exactly that without strings attached by someone who thought they could somehow swindle the coy serpent herself? There was always something they wanted in return, something they were working towards - she was no stranger to the vices and historically knew how to invoke them, so did they imagine the serpent did not know them when she saw them? Punishment for mistaking how to handle a snake was, of course, becoming prey. ..Kelly, though - what exactly did he want, if anything? There was nothing suggestive in the way he spoke, the way he moved, the way he regarded her; he was easily operating outside of the frame of others, and while this was refreshing for a curious entity like her, it was bittersweet because this meant, of course, there was no selfish want that would ensure he return. He appeared whenever he wished, it seemed, and she had no control over just how long he would stay gone; that complete lack of control was something the serpent never allowed with those she wanted close, and the fact that she did not know enough about him to track him down made her particularly... she is not certain there's a word for it.

When she's called to the front door by a groundskeeper of her estate who has escorted a visitor looking for her, she has no suspicions that this was related to Kelly. So she's particularly on her most normative (normative) behavior, greeting them while simultaneously sizing them up in case, you know, the chefs have enough bread crumbs to prepare a hefty little roast for her dinner tonight - but when the messenger carries what information he was specifically given with such obscurity, she decides not to cut him off with a quick slit of the throat. There was something about the way he stalled in speech, his body language faulty and weird and weak that the animal was aware that the messenger had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. And that was enough indication to her that perhaps she knew who it was that wanted her to find her way to ChonChon. After all, it was no surprise that some stranger not be given any more information than they needed; it was no one else's business but the two demons' and anyone else who was ever involved were either treated like props or white noise. The pieces fit in her head in the most exciting way, and she was eager to dismiss herself.
Not before, of course, deciding that Kelly had most certainly sent her a human because he wanted to offer her something to eat; so on her way out the serpent gives the in-house chefs permission (she demands, in other words) to "prepare something for when she returns." Since being in her crippling care, the house staff are more like murderers and conspirators than simply cooks and cleaners and gardeners who had access to a lot of land and a lot of shovels; but that aside. The unfortunate thing had gotten tied up in some twisted adventure and his plotline ended just there.

Kashiro was quite fond of the park! She refused to wear her absolute best things when going, but otherwise she ensured she was comfortable for the elements. The exception, however, seemed to be that halo cut diamond bracelet that she insisted upon wearing quite definitely, and because of that she had been given countless compliments upon it already. And why should she not? It was a fantastic thing and she made it look even more brilliant!
"Kelly!" she cannot help but call out to him from yards away the moment she sees him there, quite a way away from being close enough to actually converse further. The weight of her gait lightens and she's practically trotting over to him like a happy horse. It was a strange likeness with the equines that she had taken up when she first set her eyes on fantastical wild mustangs and she had since absorbed this mannerism as an indication of happiness and, as it seemed, she was very happy to see Kelly. Partly because she was pleased to spend time with him again and partly because she's just ecstatic that he hasn't quit on her.
Her straight-toothed smile was practically radiant as she nears him, spread wide and indicative of her state of excite. "I am glad you sent for me! I am very happy to see you." she says, as if that wasn't apparent. But nevertheless, it's mellow and particularly genuine.


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Posted | 07-03-2017, 10:36 PM


It was too sad about the lady at the photocopy place. Not really, but by about this time she would most definitely be slaughtered and put into tiny little pieces and most likely ground up and pulverized. Alehk my be homeless, by will. And he may not dally in the monetary system of The City. But he did deals, and he had many abilities to get thing done. Blackmail was a lovely little side business of his, and he could not leave any traces of witnesses. Even the messenger, who had the slightest of information for Miss Cassy, he was sure would not be returning home that evening, which was for the best. It will be a lovely little surprise for his serpent, and while he did not know why he went an put so much effort, and energy, and thought, into doing something like this for her, it did not matter. It would make her smile, or maybe even laugh and while he decided against thinking too hard on his action with her, he knew that was the only endgame he had in thought.

Time was irrelevant to him, and he stood there waiting without concern until she suddenly came into view. He felt his lips curve as she called out to him, taking note of how she bounced over to him gaily. While it had been a week since he saw her last, it did seem much longer, and yet shorter at the same time. He was not a demon who knew the passing of time, and she looked a lot more casual than he had seen her last, but still pristine. When she got closer, he pushed off of the tree trunk, straightening his clothing and flattening any creases it had made. Tugging at the collar to ensure his overcoat was on properly and that he looked presentable to his own standards. It was bad enough he was in the park, but he did not have to look like a casual while doing it.

Mister Rachel, previously known as Avery, had informed him that to make a serpent happy, he had to present it with a lot of plants and flowers. Serpents did not like when their smell was on their habitat too much, and they liked large areas that could be explored. So the park seemed quite perfect. He was also told they enjoy hunting, and darker environments…but that would come later. He stepped forwards, moving closer to her with a small smile on his face while she came fully into view. "Miss Cassy." Her assigned name was quietly spoken, softer than his normal monotone voice. He would never say he missed her, even if he did. If only because he did not understand that emotion, and did not feel it intensely like humans. He only knew it had been too long since he had seen her, and he had decided he did not enjoy that fact. . He moved closer to her instinctively, until there was barely a breath between them. His hand moved hesitantly, finger tips touching her jaw with just the suggestion of movement to tip her chin so he could see her face clearly.

"I am so pleased you came. Did you get your present?" His head tilted to the side, lip twitching in response to the amused statement about the messenger he had sent to her front door. "I thought it would be nice to walk through the park together and then in a little while, we can play together if you have the time?"


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Posted | 07-03-2017, 11:56 PM


When people were away from her for some amount of time, her perception of the situation was that they "forgot" what she liked, how she used to being treated, what she liked to hear; in reality this was because the people distanced themselves (those who managed to cut away before the inevitable end was upon them) and thought that their intentional avoidance and lack of participation in indulging her was enough of a nudging sign that they wanted nothing to do with her. That they, for lack of a better term, realized how deep in shit they were after she accidentally (emphasis on accident) put them in harm's way. Anyway, all she knew was that people seemed to forget very important details after they were separated from her, so that's why when she approaches Kelly her happy gait fades and she's walking smoothly the rest of the way, approaching him not as though she were anxious but as though she simply uncertain on how to proceed and instead waiting until the pace of their interaction is set so that she knows just where it stands. How much had regressed in that time, were his memories of her still sound? It was becoming more and more apparent to her that while she saw more sentience in him than elsewhere, she still had no idea what to do with that information. But most of all, of course, it was a wonder as to why any of this was even relevant to the Hydra. She could enjoy him just fine whether or not he liked being here or wanted to escape her the moment he could - as long as something, anything, was bringing him back then did it make any actual difference?
Apparently it did. Quite a bit.

She'd heard him call her by that name enough times to have a reference, so when he says it this time she lightly tilts her head in response. It was not the same as usual, but either way she has no idea of knowing whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. It isn't until he's moving into the serpent's space that she reflexively straightens her posture in preparation for whatever it was he wanted of her. Her hollow stare is trained on his face as he moves closer and closer, not quite stopping exactly where she thought he might. He steps even farther than that until they're incredibly close. Instinct silences her, pupils slowly dilating as the serpent focuses on him in their proximity. She sees his hand in her periphery but she does not take her eyes off his, nor does she move away or deny the touch. The warmth in the taller demon's hands was incredible even at such a faint, feather of a touch. The movement that he nonverbally suggests for her to make is simply done, her head tilting back as her chin lifts for a better look at him. She is not all that certain what purpose this serves, to have her like this, but she decides with an outward spread of a smile on her face that she quite liked it. It seemed he'd not forgotten how close she liked to be, nor had he changed his mind about its preference.

She knew that's what the messenger had been! This was a particular success that she was proud of, because it meant that she was actually able to make these assumptions about Kelly and find real accuracy in their prediction. It meant that it was possible to understand him, to learn about him, and that was exhilarating. "Oh yes, thank you! it was a very thoughtful gift. ..You know just how to care for me, don't you?" it was rhetorical, that quiet revelation between them, because she was pretty sure there was no real debate for that constantly-answered question in terms of how Kelly treated her.
She listens intently as he divulges what plans he had for them this time. The suggestion of a walk stuck out to her; they'd never really done anything other than play their games together, had they? If a walk was not a part of their game, then what was it? How would the time be used? Well, she certainly did not have anything against the idea - time was time, she thinks - and so she's nodding in agreement, but not too much as to disturb his hand at her jaw. "Yes..! I definitely have the time to play with you, Kelly." she assures him of that with a smile. She wonders what sort of game they would be playing together this time but does not ask because she quite likes the idea of being surprised.

So, that decided, the serpent reaches up and smoothly takes his hand in both of her own as she moves, playfully pulling - but not too hard - as she walks backwards a few paces. She then turns to face the direction she's walking in after a bit, setting the shadow demon free as she scouts the beautiful terrain. She loved the open air and changing environment of ChonChon and came here quite often! "It's such a lovely place-" she says with an abrupt pause, stopping briefly to pluck a dandelion from the earth before continuing. "I have garden property of my own, you know. All of the scenery and none of the vagrants." yes, the only thing she didn't like about parks was the dogs shitting everywhere and - that's right - the park bench hobos. "I have a sprawling Field of these - they're very.. hmm." how should she describe how she felt about dandelions? She never really tried before, she realizes. No one ever asked, it wasn't something that just came up; what she liked and why and how to explain it. "Well," she takes it in stride, "they make me happy." then, she did something that even she was not aware she could do, and that was inquire about the inner workings of another, to acknowledge that there were things she did not know of them, that they were their own entity and that, therefore, there were things she had to learn. "..What makes you happy, Kelly?" it was something she didn't quite know yet, she realizes.

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Posted | 07-04-2017, 12:46 AM


He was unsure why the delay to playing the game, or why he wished to walk with her. There was no specific point to it, except to delay towards their game. He just knew he had enjoyed when she was close before, and he had enjoyed when they were alone in the confessional so, deductively, he would enjoy being alone with her again. She agreed to walk with him, but his attention had already dropped from her face to the bracelet on her wrist, and his hand moved from her skin to brush over it slightly. She had not lied, then. And she was still wearing it. This pleased him. Very much so. More so than he would register, most likely.

As she tugged playfully on his hand, he smiles slightly towards her, watching as she jogged back a bit and spoke of the park surrounding them. He began to walk after her at a leisurely pace, keeping his attention solely on her and not the random person or two that seemed to inhabit the same park.

Alehkar knew of her address, but did not know it's containments. He had never been there before, although by the sounds of it her garden area seemed rather nice. The publicity of the park was gross, and he swore he had witnessed a human relieving himself on a bush not too long back while waiting for her. But, this park had a special situation. "Maybe another time, you can show me your home and your garden. I would be most interested in seeing it with you." While flowers were not his thing (they grew in dirt after all), he did let his gaze fall to it and inspect it as she seemed to present it to him. It looked like a plant to him. Yet she was saying it made her happy, so he decided that Rachel was very right when he told Alehkar that plants made snakes happy.

This pleased him also.

Then she was suddenly bringing the attention to him, asking him what made him happy and he was actually taken back. His eyes moved from the dandelion between her fingers, to the bracelet glimmering on her wrist, and then finally to her face. He was taken back, because he was not actually certain on the answer. His brows had actually pinched together, attempting to think on the emotion she was requesting of him and his knowledge on it that he had gathered over the years. He could easily recognize the emotion in others, with their laughter and their smiles, and in everyone but Miss Cassy, the way their eyes sparkled in delight.

But he had no idea what brought such an illicit response for himself.

"Well, Miss Cassy. I am not too sure on most things to do with that emotion. I find that playing my games makes me feel entertained, and I do enjoy playing my games with you I have found as well. I also believe that I do have a more positive reaction even just when you are near." He was thoughtful, but it did not show in his monotonous voice, as he tried to deduct exactly what he was thinking made him happy. Alehkar never answered questions about himself, and when he did it was always a lie that was quick to be voiced. This was not something he wished to do with specifically her. Then he offered her his famous small smile. "I always believe that happiness comes when someone is smiling, and since I do find my smile more persistent in your presence, I suppose it would be you that makes me happy. If I was to feel such a thing properly. I hope that answers your question adequately."


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Posted | 07-04-2017, 01:42 AM


Her attention is ripped from the lone dandelion in her hand and brought to the taller demon's face once he comments on her home. That was a rather nice idea, wasn't it? Now that she knew he did not inherently only wish to play games with her - which for clarification she certainly did not mind if that was the case, it was just a surprise to her that he was willing to do things like walk with her in the park or visit her home. "What a splendid idea. You should come see me there, soon." Oh, how exciting! She could not remember the last time she had had some a specific guest, someone whose visit was scheduled and, as it happened, someone whose visit compelled her to actually preemptively prepare for. If ever her home was awake with outsider life it was comprised of guests she did not know, people who only knew her through business and other such impersonal things - they were inconsequential, of course, but.. this was not the same thing. It was a singular guest, invited with deliberation. She would make sure everything was presentable!

The serpent sees the changes in his expression but she doesn't know what it means - there was no inherent meaning behind the muscular shiftings of a face, which is how she saw most expressions as - but she knew that it wasn't the same as his default and it wasn't the same as when he was pleased or amused, which she has seen him smile enough to link that expression through context. But she does not know what his anger looks like, or his disappointment or so forth - she only knows that he's not smiling. So she wonders if this was what he was feeling, is something had rubbed him the wrong way - but... then he was explaining, and then he was talking about her and the games they played and how they pleased him. She was moving slower, now, her peripheral barely focused on the path they still walked while she locks onto his face while he spoke. Absentmindedly she was curling the stem of the dandelion around her finger to keep herself busy in the interim, her mind sorting through his words and the logic he spelled out concerning how he equated happiness to smiling (which she did as well) and how she fit into that equation. Oh... her?

She stopped walking for a second or two, a hand raising to comb through her hair as a gust of wind swayed it into her face. She was moving again now but it wasn't to resume the path they were on. She was moving back towards him instead, her every movement dainty and feather-light as though she were a part of some delicate ritual that demanded only the most dexterous of performances. The way she moved was very smooth and fluid, too unassuming to be lethal but too certain to be some poorly thought out act. The palms of her hands perched at both his shoulders as the six-foot serpent leaned up slightly on her toes just so that she could comfortably reach where she wanted. It was so simple, unceremonious, impulsive perhaps- a kiss at his jawline just beneath his cheek, more like a lingering touch than anything more binding, like a serpent that nudges its surroundings to further understand whether or not they were to its liking. Then she was backing away from him, one step and then two, and with the nice sensation of wind at her back the serpent flashes him a absentminded smile before a single flick of her ankles had her turned back around with a graceful twist, her hands idly toying with the dandelion whose stem had been tightly wound around her finger into a rather strange ring. "..I am not so skilled with many emotions," she confesses with a mellow timbre to her voice, "but I have practiced and studied happiness for a very long time. It feels.. very nice, it is probably my favorite influence to be under. I enjoy how it feels, how it looks, how it sounds-" her gaze lifts from the dandelion and back to Kelly. "-so. I am very happy that you are happy, Kelly!" the details of how theoretically he was not sure he felt happiness or not did not matter - he smiles at times, just like her, and that was enough of indication for her. That being said, the very thought brings a smile to her face.

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Posted | 07-04-2017, 02:40 AM

The note in her slower walking speed registered, but he found no significance to it as he spoke. He did not really expect any reaction, as he was simply offering her a response to her question as truthfully as he could manage. Which in itself was odd for him. Lying was so much easier than actually formulating a response that required thought. Lying was second nature to him honesty was…more difficult. When she halted in her stopping all together though, he joined her, wondering if something he had said had offended her. His mind went over his words, finding no fault in them. Although, it was not as though he was very good at distinguishing what would be a positive phrasing versus a negative phrasing. It was how he offended so many people so often. Apparently humans did not like when you lied to them, but they also did not like when you were overly honest too them either.

Yet she did not look unpleased. He watched the deliberate steps she took as she walked closer to him, the fluid motion she held that was similar before she had come close to him before they left the last game. The shadow demon did not move, staying where he stood in a halted position until suddenly she was very close to him. The pressure of her hands on his shoulders was unusual, but that was not what lingered in his mind and overtook his thoughts. While being touched had never been his favorite, he had experienced it to a degree before, she was now doing an action he was not familiar with personally. She was so close, her unique fragrance hit him and he decided he liked it. The pressure of her hands on him, he also decided he liked. And when she lingered her lips against the skin of his jaw, it was an unexpected action, but he decided he liked it as well. He was starting to believe he just enjoyed any action that would bring her close to him physically. How…Puzzling.

And then she was gone, and his teeth clenched in reaction to the point the muscle in his jaw ticked under the pressure. That he decided he did not like. It was an overwhelming thought, and he was hesitant to move from his spot for a heart beat or two. Simply watched her walk away slowly, before he followed after her as she spoke about emotions and how apparently his happiness created a feeling of happiness for her as well as she held an absentminded smile along the same lips she had pressed to against his jaw. His eyes actually lingered on her mouth as she spoke, watching the way she formed each word as his own curled into that known smile. And then he was walking next to her, and he offered her his arm as he always did.

He was heading a bit more deliberately now, "I am going to say, I wish I had seen you sooner. Yes. My apologies for the delay. I had a lot to work out. But we will have fun today together, and that is what matters." He flashed her a smile a little bit larger than normal, his hand moving to rest over her own in that gentle and subtle way he did. It was not long, before a large wooden building came into view with a big sign 'Paint Warz' that looked rather rusted and beaten with paint splatters everywhere. His hand tightened on her a little more, to ensure she stayed at his side as he glanced down at the three women with strollers just down the hill, the distant sound of a baby crying echoing through the park as none of their 'playthings' bothered to even notice them standing in the distance. They were rather preoccupied with their little bundles of small human things. "I brought you more presents Miss Cassy. To show you..To show you…I am not sure. But perhaps that I keep my promises. I have another surprise, so you can not eat them right away, but you will be able to soon. Are you excited my darling? I hope you will enjoy it."


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Posted | 07-04-2017, 04:30 AM


When he offers her his arm, the serpent is instinctively drawn to the invitation and is looping both of her arms around his one, her body drawing close until they were walking as a single unit. As far as she had seen, he had taken her brief invasion in stride as far as she could pick up during her very occasional glances up at him. He was speaking to her now, and she was particularly happy to hear him address the space of time between their last game together and now. So he had not simply waited, intentionally pacing himself until he sought her, then? It sounded like, in fact, he would have come by sooner if he could have. Maybe immediately? She would not have had any complaint about that. His delightful smile further convinces her that she should concern herself less with the idea that he was intending on leaving her behind one day after they parted ways; that she should perhaps not treat every goodbye as their last. She was not in his head, she did not.. know everything, could not assume what she felt was right (and that was very disconcerting and new) but she was beginning to settle with the idea that Kelly preferred being near her more than not. So in response to that she merely spreads a lovely smile for him across her face; "..I am already having fun with you, Kelly." just walking around with him seemed to be quite entertaining for her, she thinks. His touch at her hands draws her gaze down briefly, her own flexing ever so slightly underneath his in some nonverbal committing to experience his touch.

When they came upon the building, the Hydra's head cocked curiously. She was acclimating to her environment when she was distracted by a very distinct noise below. She was not particularly experienced with human babies in an intimate setting; she knew of them, knew how they tasted and had eaten quite a few of them in olden days but not enough to remove the sheer novelty of their taste or compromise her belief that they were d e l i c a c i e s. She hones in on them, hunting them through their little strollers and it was like the mothers did not even exist. There was a hierarchy, a list by priority of what a serpent preferred to eat, and of course an energy-efficient creature would lock hardest on the things that were the easiest and most vulnerable. Certainly they were less food than an adult human but given that babies gave absolutely no struggle, they were as good as a free meal and one did not complain about that. A baby was the lowest on the chain for her, the most "prey" that prey could ever get. So the very sound makes her long for one or two or more or a l l.
The tighten to her hand draws her attention to Kelly and so the snake instinctively responds to nonverbal communication with nonverbal communication, pressing against him so that their sides were touching.

Oh, she loved presents, especially from Kelly!
..To show her what? She could not fill in the blank herself, because this was needless to say very new to her. But he was implying that the babies were for her..? then she remembered, as he spoke of promises, that he had promised to bring her a baby! Is that what this was? Did Kelly intend on feeding her these babies?
She was overjoyed, almost wanting to bounce happily in place, and her anticipation was clear in how quick her previously-smooth movements had once been. Her head swiveled swiftly so that she could look at him, her lips lightly parted as she assessed what he was telling her. "Oh, Kelly! Are those for me? I promise I will not eat them until I have had my surprise! I am very excited, I know you have something wonderful planned." and even her voice, though sung and sweet, was far quicker and less fluid, all indicative of her excitement. Had he done this all for her? The past times were all nothing but improv, of course, but this time it was.. it seemed different, somehow, and she was certain that Kelly had planned this one out.
Just for them, just for her.
Henche was exhilarated.


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He was beginning to realize he preferred physical confirmation over her words, if only because they were more instinctual and less likely to be cunning lies. Not that he believed the hydra ever lied to him. And so when she siddled up closer to him,  his head tilted his head to stare down at her. She had done nothing to show she did not appreciate what contact he made, if anything she seemed rather receptive to it. More forward now, than before. Just as he was.

The demon was not good with personal connections. He had but one acqiaintance that he might begrudgingly label as friend, and the remaining in his life were fleeting interests for a game or..associates. He never understood the need for companionship, nor why someone would want anothers company when they could be much more comfortable by themselves. When you were just one, there was no need to cater to anyones wants except your own. It had always seemed rather...silly...to him. He had been content being alone. There was never any urge or inkling to see another individual once he believed they passed their usefulness. There was mever any need to ever do anything that did not cause him benefit.

And then the serpent came to him. He was not sure what made her different. Maybe it was how she had done something for him by getting rid of the fat woman, or when when she created the lovely, lovely game of Greys Anatomy! He did rather enjoy being Christina Yang. He was unsure but he liked to do things for her that will illoct a positive response. Like showing her the wedding cake, or ensuring he tried to counter act any action that made her upset with something that would help nullify it.

While all other games had been impromptu, for the most part, this one had not been. He had questioned someone, made fliers, and put in more effort then perhaps he needed too. He could have just snatched a bany and handed it to her in a lunch bag and she would be happy. But then it would not be as entertaining...and she may not have reacted quite so excitedly, which he decided he also enjoyed. His eyes scanned the women, much like a cowboy would his cattle, (he would know, he had been cattle for an entire day), before deciding it was time to round them up.

Leading the way, he walked towards the building that should not even be there. The park was too lovely for such a dillapitated looking thing, but it was the most perfect thing in Alehls eyes. As they got closer, he realized the women were all whispering then looking up. Of course, they were all young, all fit but not in an athletic way...more they did yoga for four hours a day to get away from their lives. It was the type of idiot he had expected that would actually respond to his ad. Who took their baby to some middle of no where park by themselves? Idiots. All of them. Oh well. Atleast his plan had worked. Not that he doubted it thoughh. He haf learned quick enough... Humans will do anything for the chance at fame and money. 

"Ladies! Welcome! My apologies for the delay. Life can get so very, very busy. You understand, don't you?"
And although his attention had separated from his serpent, he gave her a small squeeze on her hand in acknowledgement. While it would have been a lot easier to get them inside the building without the sight of another female on his arm, he did not want her to leave his side. The human women flickered their eyes towards Kashiro, studying her before deciding she was nothing but arm candy and fluttering their attention back to the obvious director. Alehk did not like the catty look the blonde had given to Miss Cassy, but shortly it would not matter.

His silver eyed peered down at the little babies, all too young to walk and all looking rather disgusting, drooly, and absolutely filthy. Ew. That baby smell was nauseating. "Oh look at them! They are just...adorable. Come! Grab your little humans! Let us go inside and we can get the--audition going!"  The women all began instantly talking to him about how wonderful their Bernard was, or how talented Lizzy was. The three women were obviously excited...and way, way too stupid. Who the fuck goes into a building like this with no sugn of other employees? Granted he had stated it was 'on site, after hours' for the auditions and he was dressed as pristine and luxurious as always.

But still.

Either way they walked in a head of the director and his arm candy as he held the door for them. "Miss Cassy. I am unsure this game will last long. But I think it will be fun for you. That is most...important. If you do not have fun, please let me know and we will change the rules. Okay?" And then he lead her throught the doors, into a very dark room. A giant room. It was for indoor paintball, so there were ramps. There were man made huts. Lots of places to hide behind, or hide in or trip over. Especially in the dark for mere humans. Rachel said his snake liked the dark and to hunt the rabbit, and he figured what better than terrified moms with little babies attached? The women were obviously getting rather...concerned. Especially when the sound of a lock could be heard clicking behind them.

"Calm. Be calm. Listen ladies. Listen. This is all part of what was planned. Now, no need to cry. There is a door on the other side, that is an open exit. I promise. If you manage to get there before my lovely serpent finds you, you and your little human are free to leave. Yes. I do suggest you run now. It would be most wise."

Of course...there was no such exit.

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Posted | 07-04-2017, 06:25 PM


The serpent was no stranger to cunning and maneuvering beneath the knowledge of lesser entities; but she was not a trickster like him. The serpent was historically named "deceptive," but she never told straight lies. She justified things, lessened their impact in the minds of those she wanted to "break free" from inhibition. It sounded like a very noble albeit abrasive cause, but rest assured she regulated her attempts to when she would get something out of it. She convinced shepherd sons to take the money they were given for animal feed to spend on prostitutes instead, then using the time they were gone to devour their sheep. She swindled a man out of his family by hyping him to take on a fight of a giant who had disrespected him - because, of course, when he was dead she was the first to slip into his home that was no longer protected by him. And more recently that priest at the wedding, she wore down his inhibition just for his clerical robe. She was tricky, that serpent, but lies were not usually involved - only compulsive half truths.
That being said, she was learning that there was no compulsion instinct to exploit the shadow demon. At least she didn't think so - it was a curious feeling. What exactly did she want from him, then? And, if nothing, why would the serpent continue to spend time with him, seeking it out when instead she could be off somewhere feeding or making money?
Everything tended to be a game for her, or some meager chapter in her autobiography. She compulsively swindled, compulsively moved away on a whim and even her life in The City was not permanent as she could easily be gone tomorrow the moment it was more hassle to stay than leave. She never divulged things about herself for this reason, did not interact beyond the surface of her smile and happy skips. It's why she struggles with just how to say certain things, how to put them in words when she makes an active effort to divulge abstract things about herself or her thoughts - both of which have historically been no one's interest. They all wanted something, were hiding from enjoying something, and she was a method to obtain those things. She moved through life like a mechanism, an insentient element without rhyme or reason - so what was it about Kelly that made her feel it was important to begin delving on these things she hardly ever considered within her own self?

So anyway, she watches the shadow demon intently as he works a different vein of the same technique as her. She was not certain she could ever be so skilled at faking such a bright, wide array of things that she wasn't even sure she understood, but the humans behaved most favorably towards him whenever he did this. It was like watching some great painter or some great musician work right in front of her, she thinks. Her gaze locks on the women who were listening to Kelly as he apologized for some delay for whatever it was he'd planned - she was very excited to find out just what this game would be! She cocks her head to one side when one of the women stare at her some kind of way; it was different but she did not have a reference of what the definition of it was. Was that just her normal face? It was awfully ugly if so - but either way she did not mind.

She's quiet because she's acclimating, learning through context of what was happening. She knows the babies are for her, knows they've been brought here, knows that they were being led into a building where no one in the park would be able to witness anything - so she's surmised a rough idea of what the plan is. The women were all too happy to attempt to woo Kelly by discussing their babies to him - Kashiro doesn't understand the logic behind this, but she doesn't exactly know what it is they've been told. Perhaps it made sense to them but she doubts it.
When there's distance between the two demons and the human women who excitedly run ahead, the serpent's attention turns then to Kelly when he addresses her name-first. It sounded like everything had happened according to plan, whatever the plan was, so she's already overflowing with excitement. "Yes, okay! I'm very excited to see what you have planned for me." she did not even concern herself with it not being very entertaining; she was certain that Kelly had picked out the perfect thing for her like he always seemed to do.

When they entered, the first thing she noticed was the lights.
There were none.
Her eyes immediately acclimated, dilating and the workings within her body slowed naturally so as not to cause too much inner interference with her Echolocation and the senses she used to interpret it. She was hunting them the moment they stepped into the glorious dark and was particularly delighted. She felt in her element in the dark, her every movement fluid and still and incredibly wrong as though she only played as much of a human as she could when the lights were on and she could be seen, otherwise she reverted when there was no need to keep up the facade. She still clung to Kelly's arm (there was a gentle squeeze of his arm when he referred to her as his lovely serpent) as he explained the conditions of this game to the contestants who were now upset, frantic, speaking among one another and attempting to look around for this promised "exit" - but Kashiro could not hear or notice anything that suggested to her that they were sentient creatures.

The women were not sure what sort of sick game this was. It was so surreal, something directly out of a horror movie and they were terrified that some psychopath like this could actually exist. What had they done to deserve this? Why was someone this sick still walking on the streets? There was no way this was actually happening, it had to be some director's cruel way of testing the improv of his potential actors; perhaps seeing which baby reacted the way he wanted them to..?
But nevertheless, perhaps it was mother's instinct, they chose to obey and quickly scattered out of sight. It was a sprawling place, the ramps and guards and huts and narrow crawlspaces, thin paths (the baby weight on at least one of them would prevent her from using either of these things) and little closet spaces that led nowhere but was intended to provide temporary protection for paintball players. She could hear every sound they made, feel their more-frantic movements in the soles of her feet and that alerted her of their direction. The slightest sounds were inspiring her to chase, informing her of where they were, how fast they were moving, how hard their heartbeat was - she could feel all of it with a single click. It was a mess of information, no one thing at a time being disclosed to her; it was all there, instantly forced into her mind and it was exciting each time because she didn't know what she'd get until the echo came back. It was such a beautiful game, incredibly stimulating for the serpent who was used to being eyeless and, therefore, the removal of use of that added trait reverted her back into what she felt was most natural for her. She liked to eat but she also liked puzzles, things that demanded she play a bit in order for the treat. Many animals were this way, the smartest of them quite liked the stimulation of their minds.

So, with that, she slowly unraveled her arms from Kelly's and stepped forward, her skill with Echolocation enough so that any movements she herself made were completely ignored by her instinct to read and relay. "I promise I won't cheat too much." she tells them, anyone who was able to hear her, that she didn't intend on hunting them down entirely with Echolocation. She liked to hunt, she liked the game of it, she wanted to be on their trail but she didn't want to choke them out before they even got to experience some false sense of victory that they were outsmarting her. So she follows one trail, curling around a couple barrel and down into this body-narrow walkway that led into a seemingly-darker room. There was a creak underneath her own feet but she didn't notice, didn't hear it, was not distracted. Her eyes were dead, no longer hollow - just dead. They were still, they didn't move with the rest of her, staring straight at nothing because she wasn't using them and they were simply an addition that came with her later construction of her human form. They had no use, she had no need in the dark to at least pretend that they were important to her so as to fit in at least a little. She did not blink, her brain was not routing or taking information from them, even, and perhaps she would not even respond if someone had been in front of her. Her focus was entirely into that of her touch, smell, taste, hearing, and echolocation which may as well have been a sense all its own.

There was absolutely someone here, she knew it; but she liked to move around and search personally rather than continue with the rather-unfair use of her echolocation; unfair as in she did not want to spoil the game for herself similar to how one did not wish to look up a walkthrough right away for a puzzle. She was stimulated by knowing something was here and it was intentionally lessening or even completely holding its breath so as not to make too much noise. She was turned on by the idea that her meal was just waiting to be found by her, sitting there, a hand likely covering the mouth of the young baby so it would not make noise. It was maybe why fishermen liked the sport, liked how satisfying it was when the line tugged and out came a beautiful catch; why they chose to fish this way instead with a boring old net or cheating with one-way cages filled with bait.
It was all about the hunt. Every last second.
She's rooting around the room, her movements incredibly plastic and fake and inhuman and sick. For the woman, it was like being chased by some alien creature who was surveying its new surroundings and looking for signs of life that it could extinguish. It wasn't too far-fetched, really.
That new baby smell, unfortunately, was very distinct. When the serpent got close to the little alcove where the woman and her baby were crouched, she was being immediately rewarded by the scent. She takes a long, deep, healthy breath of it and then was feeling at the walls, stepping closer and then - oh.

There was a baby's loud cry somewhere behind her, back from whence she came, and it instinctively lit her up like a strike to her cerebellum. The Hydra twisted on her heel with a sharp hiss, her body rigid as she acclimated her path and began swiftly to travel back that way with speed in her step. The woman who had narrowly escaped in the alcove allowed herself to release tension, trembling then with her head on her raised knees as she clutched her sleepy baby boy in relief. The serpent would be back, of course, because she saw three babies go in and she wanted all three.
The blonde woman whose baby girl had started crying was standing out in the open - she had run at first but then considered it (smartly so) useless to escape once her baby began sniffling and crying. She took the moment to attempt to bide for sympathy or pity or something, stepping close to the director and demanding rather rudely that he let her go. "..W-why are you fucking with us?? What do you want-- MONEY?...We--my husband..." she choked back the words. Was that what this was? Some plot of extortion against their rich spouses? If it was money they wanted from this bombscare, "h-he can afford it. Just fucking let me and my baby go!" she couldn't choose between whether aggression or pleading would convince this sick man more.

"...I found you." her voice was raw, not quite distorted but it was unkind, some nuance in its sing was off, like she was still singing the same song but in an entirely different octave. She was just stepping out from the narrow hall and was approaching the woman who, for some reason, came back this way. "Now give me the baby. It's m i n e." she did not mind getting dirty for it if she needed to, but instinct demanded she get what she want with as little energy spent as possible. Would the woman do the smart thing?

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He had not wanted her to leave his side, but he willed it anyways as she untangled herself before commenting on how she would try not to cheat too much. Of course, none of the three big adults and three little adults would survive this evening, but it was well that they had it in their mind that there was a chance. You always had to give them that emotion of hope he had been learning so much about. It really was a handy tool when one began to understand its implications. The shadow demon leaned back against the door, both arms crossing over his chest in the most casual stance he could muster.

He was not concerned of anything in that moment, especially as the hydra went off into the dark. And while he could not see that what was happening, he could feel everything. The structure of emotion was so complex, it was delicious. The confusion to start, and then the increasing and solidifying terror and fear as the prey realized that this was not an audition, but indeed some weird sick and twisted game. He was excited to feel that spike of adrenaline, that flicker of hope in their heart when they thought for just a moment that maybe they were mistaken. Maybe they would live. That was his favorite part about death, after all. And most of all, he really hoped that Cassy had fun tonight, and that for once nothing went wrong for her.

***


This could not be right. She had just come here because she had been so bored at home. The same thing, Every day. When was the last time she had had a normal conversation that did not involve a conversation about spit up or baby food or poop schedules? She just wanted a little break, and thought her perfect little Lily would be able to sit and play a baby Jesus on stage while she got to converse with all the handsome extras, or even become a star herself! Of course, she had told absolutely no one about her plans to come here, they would have told her it was such an 'Ashley' thing to do and tried to talk her out of it. And then she arrived, and found two others had decided it was going to be a nice escape too! And then the director and the creepy woman with eyes not quite right showed up, and he was so marvelously charming. No way it was a bad idea when the director was dressed so clean cut and in such fashionable, expensive clothes! So she had happily picked up Lily and followed the others into the stage that was…completely pitch black.

Was that a lock clicking? Her eyes widened as realization hit her and she wasted no time running as instructed. That was until Lily decided to make noise. It had been so hard to run in the dark, her eyes had not even acclimated properly and she kept almost hitting everything, including bumping into a large structure, the jostle causing Lily to wake up with a little whimpering cry. She had tried to shush her, mumbling towards her to try to calm her as panic struck into her heart and caused her pulse to race in her ears. The clicking of shoes seemed to echo as it got closer and closer before the outline of that woman came into view. There was something wrong with her though. Something..Not quite right. Why were they doing this? Why were they fucking with them like this? Was it all a game, but to what end? So she instantly went to the only thing she understood. Money.

'I Found You'

It sent a shiver up her spine, locking it in place as complete abandon entered her mind. Instead of the racing thoughts of before, she seemed frozen in her spot as the woman seemed to get closer. She curled her arms, tightening them instinctively around Lily and taking a hesitant step back when it was demanded she hadn over her previous baby girl. 'I'm so sorry Lily. I am so sorry. Mommy is here. Please. Please don't do anything to my precious innocent angel. Please. I can't. I can't give her up. I love her. I am so sorry I told you to stop crying on our way h ere. I am so sorry I snapped at you yesterday. I am so sorry I broke your favorite toy just because it made too much noise. I'm sorry Lily. Just..Just Her thoughts had come back ten fold, racing in a flood of emotion as her breathing started to shallow and quicken simultaneously. Why was she not running Why was she not moving? Forcing and willing her legs to move she took two very slow steps back, setting her jaw firm and tight in defiance and her voice strong beneath the quivering tone.

"Fuck You. I would never give her to you. You Monster"


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The woman was inconsequential. If the serpent could see her at all it was less as a being and more as a pedestal that cradled the little bundle that she wanted and w o u l d have soon enough. Her head cocked at a strange angle as the baby made a sound, a whimper, on the verge of screaming, and the reptile processed what this might mean but ultimately it would be silent in just a moment or two now. The woman was moving away when she was told to give up the bundle in her arms and the serpent was only naturally going to negate that distance by stepping forward even more. She crept, her movements fluid but strong as she slowly shut the distance.

"Fuck You. I would never give her to you. You Monster"

And then she paused.
She was bristling, her entire spine tense and a singular tilt of her head. She stood there, her shoulders squared while she froze but only for a moment. She was moving soon after that, a strike that was quick enough to take the woman off guard. In the midst of the sharp, unmerciful lunge the serpent's jaw crackled and groaned until it unhinged in a terrifyingly-slow ordeal that could be heard. The woman was reeling away a second too late, falling hard onto the ground with her baby rolling out of her arms after the brunt of the fall was taken through her own spine. She was screaming for help as the child cried out, crawling blindly in the dark but very loosely still managing to distance away from the sounds of struggle. Her manicured nails lashed out blindly against a predator who was not blind - it was an unfair advantage but given where the monster's feet were crushing down on her thighs she had a fairly good educated guess on where the beast's face was. So she lashed upwards directly just as the serpent's hands were sharpening, the skin sloughing away as scales replaced it and fingers became talons, elongated blades that could only do harm. The woman's far more mediocre nails sliced into the serpent's cheek, leaving a small cut that was soon beaded with blood. Kashiro, of course, retaliated with a very inhuman sound, the undertones of her singing voice entirely gone and replaced with this shrill, aggressive sound that the reptile would truly make in its original form. It seemed to cut away anything the woman was unintelligibly trying to say, anything she was trying to do, and it froze her directly on the spot. It was just enough time that the serpent struck down, her talons cutting into the woman's eyeholes and locking there before the other hand's fingers sunk into the holes as well. The woman was already going into shock as the squishy yolks in her skull gave way to the sharp digits, and in her own ears (above her own horrible screaming) she could hear the sound reverberate and it was surreal; this wasn't happening, this wasn't real. It sounded like something of a boiled egg's consistency being smashed or squished apart and for the final few moments that she was alive it would haunt her.

Her body was heaving, she was shaking, everything hurt and she understood nothing and the serpent would never understand how eyes were so mandatory - but it wasn't important now, because she was moving entirely by impulse now. She was already prying the woman's skull open entirely by her firm double-hold in the sockets, pulling one way and pulling the opposite until there was a satisfying lurch as though she were trying to pry open a boiled crab. In the exact same manner as that, the woman's skull gave a satisfying 'crick!' and then the sound of sliding tendons and meat being stretched and exposed to the open air was heard. It was like the faint fabric-like sound as when an orange was being peeled, or when its wedges were pulled away from their snug little group. There was a loud sucking sound too, because the skull was airtight and as it was exposed there was a healthy suction that jostled the brain from its resting place and it clambered down to meet the serpent who freed it. The hair-covered half of the skull in one hand and the cheeks and jaw in the other, the serpent completed the dissection and from her view one could see the entire inner workings from here; how the tongue was long and lain, the teeth in their undisturbed rows, the alcove that belonged to the nose and then the pit that was the throat, red and sore from the screaming that persisted until the very end. The tendons and flesh that connected to the two areas had snapped with a healthy sound by now, and the crisp scent of exposed red meat should have intrigued the serpent but she doesn't want this - not now. The sounds the woman had made in her last moments were guttural, like a dying elk or some other massive beast that made sounds no one could ever replicate perfectly. Then as the top half of the throat came away with the splitting of the skull there was nothing but a pitiful sound of just air coming out from the pit.

She was discarded just like that the moment the Hydra's attention was drawn to the baby's now-screeching, the cold of her own blood that had now reddened her cheek only mildly distracting as she raised back up and straightened her posture. Stepping off the woman's thighs where she had her pinned, her movements were then as smooth and free as they'd always been, but she wasn't speaking and she wasn't smiling. Still, there was no sense of being vicious and striking so preemptively because her prey in this particular scenario could not possibly put up a fight. So her stroll is leisurely but her hands, infused with scales now red and slimy with blood and brain matter, were held outward at a strange angle so as not to dirty her clothing. The baby was still crawling away, but the serpent's left hand crushed down on its back and it was squealing in response. Talons instinctively curled, slicing into the meat - but she stops, because such a tiny morsel was meant to be eaten whole lest she butcher the flesh too much. So, she takes the mess of blood and tears and blubbery unintelligible sounds (like mother like daughter) by the neck and lifts it high over her own face like she's reveling in her catch with a hunter's pride. Her unhinged jaws and widened, flexible throat were opening, more than enough to house this morsel and if not she would simply transform further, and then in another second she was cramming it in with both hands head-first, the passion with which she did so incredibly telling of how hungry she was and how happy she was to experience such an organic, fresh meal. There was a struggle, there were muffled cries and screeches from the baby that was now in her throat, and her body decides that it didn't like the squirming and so the serpent instinctively snaps her jaws shut like a vice. The sounds stopped, the moving no longer triggered the serpent's cognitive reaction, and the jaws were freeing up just as moisture spilled from her mouth. It caused her to lurch over - a very sickening movement because it was so simple, so thoughtful, like how one bites into a juicy peach and quickly lean over so the juice does not spill on their clothes; she was a monster, one that could make such things look so natural, regard them with such simplicity, her wrist coming up to brush the red from her chin so that it did not spill on her nice shoes. That aside she was shoving the rest of the limp thing down her throat and her partially-shifted body acclimated to the size of the morsel as it dropped into acid that would melt through bone and steel alike. She was shaking her hands clean now, turning on her heel and locating where the woman had fallen and instead using her pristine, fancy blouse to dry her own hands with. Then she used her own hands to wipe away what she could on her face - there wasn't much, of course, because she had almost eaten the entire thing whole, but she liked to clean up at least a bit between courses.

She was still hungry, of course, and now it was time to find course number two.
Not before, of course, glancing over to where Kelly was standing and giving a brief curl of her lips. She was incredibly pleased with him, what he'd orchestrated for her, and she would talk all about it - but after. The taste of the baby was immaculate and the scent of its meat was still in the roof of her mouth and she wanted more. So she was off again, heading into another direction that she had never been but recalled that one of the women had certainly gone this way. It didn't take long because the room was rather large, and the woman was not quite hiding. The truth was that while she was too big for the crawlspace that was made to simulate "authentic ground cover" for paintball players, her baby was not. So the portly woman had shoved her bundle of joy down into the hatched space and chose to sacrifice herself - or, if she was truly hopeful, redirect the serpent to buy them time and find the (nonexistent) exit for her and her baby. She knew it was unfortunate but if she had to sacrifice another mother and her child for her own baby she absolutely would.
The serpent steps into the room and cocks her head, her eyes staring at absolutely nothing. They were idle, they were nothing. "...Where is the thing?" she asked the woman so simply, without a care, an innocence to her voice and it brought a spinning nausea to the woman's stomach. She was holding a pipe and was hoping that this would be enough to ward off the creature who was now sniffing at the air, a thoughtful talon coming to rub underneath her chin. She was paying absolutely no heed to the woman - she wanted the baby and knew Kelly had three of them for her. So, where was this one?

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This post was last modified: 07-04-2017, 10:56 PM by Alehkar Garieptol Posted | 07-04-2017, 10:56 PM


There was that short spike in the air, the one he had been waiting for as the first bunnyrabbit screamed out at the hydra. He could taste it, and it was quite more delicious than he had ever had before. And since he could not see, he let his eyes slip shut, focusing more intently on the noises around him. Alehkar did not like loud and shrill noises, but made the exception for the shrill noise he heard as it seemed to encompass every part of his very being. He could almost, almost feel the taste of instinct to run in himself. It was..Most surprising. Most Beautiful. That feeling, just the tinge on the outskirts, was not something he could ever remember feeling before and he did enjoy it. Wished a little bit for more of it.

His Hydra was most definitely down to two babies now, and two adults. He would have to thank Rachel for the assistance he had given him in finding a way to make his snake happy. The shadow demon would not have come up with such a lovely plan without him. Of course, he had never really planned anything before. Still, he was content with how the day was starting out. He could not wait to see Miss Cassy again, to find out exactly how she enjoyed it. Oh. Look. It sounded like she had found the second babe and it was a little farther away from him this time.
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This was all Jeffrey's fault. Or, more exactly, his bitch whore of a girlfriend who he pretended didn't exist on his week long 'business' trip in hawaii. He had been having more of these 'business' trips lately, and sometimes didn’t' even come home for weeks at a time. But this trip, this hurt the most. She had always wanted to go to Hawaii. He had always promised he would take her one day. She had always had this dream that he would throw his phone out, unplug his computer, pick her up and just whisk her away to her dream destination. But instead that asshole took her. He didn't even try hard to hide it. The lipstick on his white shirts, the open condom packages in his work pants. Hell, the text messages on his phone! It's like he didn't even care! So she decided she needed to get away with Bernard. She needed to escape from the house, and meeting with a director and being right in the glitz and glam she had always dreamed of was the perfect excuse. She was a little wary of coming alone, but because of Bernard the only singular friend she had was the live in nanny, and she hadn't even been home when Betty needed to arrive for the audition. It had been so exciting!

And now she was listening as an animalistic shriek filled the darkness. It was like no sound she had ever heard before, and it stopped her in her tracks. It made her realize, that this was actually happening. That this was not an audition. (She probably should have realized it a bit sooner, but sometimes Betty was a bit thick in the head). She cradled her quiet and beautiful baby boy, who amazingly did not even stir as the magnificently shrill sound shot through the silence. She knew in that moment she had to act fast, so she pressed a soft and lingering kiss on the top of his head that held all the love of a mother, and then shoved him in the hole as deep as she could. Way past where her hands could actually fit. There was no time for herself, but she would not simply hand him over. She could not. He was all she had, and he was such an innocent and beautiful and good babe. And so as the horrifying screams of a mutilating corpse sang out, she shoved him in there like a hot dog between buns.

The pipe was cold against her sweaty palms. Her eyes had time to adjust to the dark so when the monster stood before her, she could see a bit more clearly. And could see the darkened hues of the womans hands, that were empty of any weapon like she had assumed. There was no knife, there was no gun, there was nothing. Her slick hands tightened around the lead pipe, eyes widening as the woman spoke in an alluringly creepy voice. What thing? What was she talking of? Oh. My. God. Was she talking about Bernard? She had heard the blonde woman before tell her 'I would never give her to you'. She…She wanted Bernard. It's okay. She could do it. The woman was tiny compared to the portly Betty. Her grip tightened, and her chin angled up and with all the motherly love she could receive, she swung the lead pipe as hard and fast at the things head, a very deep and guttural shout coming from her very soul.



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This post was last modified: 07-05-2017, 12:18 AM by Kashiro Henche Posted | 07-05-2017, 12:13 AM

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It was like hunting a giant, fattened buffalo.
She's taken back to the memories of native north america, wherein the once-little serpent observed those wild humans who rode the painted horses chase down the bison - and then she learned how to chase them herself, through trial and error, the little moose-sized Hydra loping like she saw the pretty feather-decorated horses do, cutting around and avoiding the charging of the cornered gargantuan buffalo as they kicked and bit and sometimes would catch her. Again and again, they proved to be a challenge and broke a bone here and there or more - but then she got faster, smarter, ran low to the ground...

The swing hit dead air, because the serpent was curling around the woman with a swift toss. Echolocation insured she be quick to notice and her reflexes insured she be even quicker to move. It was a very heavy thing, and the serpent knew she could wrest her without a chance of being hit - she did not want to get too close not because she couldn't but because it was not energy efficient - so the serpent is seemingly on the run as the woman swings desperately at every sound she hears. Little did she know that the serpent was playing, intentionally twisting her ankle in such a way that it would work against the grit of the floor and give just enough sound for the woman to follow. She was leading her around the octagonal room with these short and fluid leaps like a ballerina's performance, her sixth sense keeping track of the pipe itself as it whirled about and the large woman began sweating and audibly panting with each spirited swing.
By absolute sheer luck, the moment the woman swings yet again, the little baby in the crawlspace cried out some butchered attempt to say "mama" or something like it - and that cognitively distracts the serpent as she tenses halfway through moving out of the way, haphazardly pulling back in a way that didn't entirely clear her body. Her right arm is met with the metal pipe and there's a resounding noise of impact, a metallic, solid sound against the scale and bone of her wrist. It didn't break skin but it was an incredibly painful ordeal - or, at least, it would have been had the serpent not had such a control over superior endurance. Her threshold for pain was hefty but nevertheless the sheer force of the hit was something that curled pain through her entire arm as it rode up, sharply drawing the serpent's attention away from the whereabouts of the second baby and back onto the woman.

Just like that, she was being crushed.
The woman was shrieking, the pipe fell to the floor, her eyes rolling back as she shook and twisted and tried any movement she could to hopefully roll out form under this brutal weight. It was frightening and felt like everything was on fire until many parts of her were starting to go numb altogether. Muscles were detaching, blood was bursting from their arteries and veins, and she was forced down on her knees. Gravity was drawing her down mercilessly, physically ripping the meat literally off her skeleton like some cruel alternative to liposuction. There was a suckling sound like there was when a freshly-baked ham was finally being carved at the table, the sticky fat stringing out like melted cheese as it slipped down with the large chunks of the portly woman that were sloughing off like dead skin. She was pinned there and was forced to experience herself being trimmed and peeled alive, her weight dropping down exponentially as all the meat plopped down at her knees in a sticky, gooey mess. There was a heat being radiated from the mess of mass and the serpent was of course drawn to it, the soreness of her right wrist and hand momentarily ignored as she stood over the steaming pile of pulled pork as though it were a midnight campfire. She stands there for a moment or two, actually holding out her palms to warm them over the deliciously-warm meat junkpile.

Then, she heard the baby again. And just like that, the serpent chose eating over keeping warm - there was a hierarchy for the things the Hydra needed, and of course this came first. She was moving towards the crawlspace, ducking down and sniffing at the entrance before she felt the useless shuffling of the baby through her sensitive palms. This in turn directed her Echolocation to it, and she was swiftly coming into the crawlspace to claim her second reward. She grasped it sharply by the foot, dragging it back without a care and this one, unfortunately, was being devoured from the bottom-up which meant that it was shrieking and screaming inhuman screams as the serpent shoved more of its body into her mouth and instinctively clamped shut every now and then once the body part was still squirming in her throat enough that her instinct was triggered. It took her about three and a half bites total to have the baby entirely in her mouth, the lifeless skull daintily pushed into the back of her throat with a single, happy digit. There was the sound of tightening in her chest as her entire insides constricted the meal, and at some point a very loud, muffled 'POP!' sounded to signal that the skull had been under enough pressure to shatter it open like a porcelain or ceramic knickknack. Again she was trying to keep the dribbling juice from messing her clothing, swiping at the most of it until her chin was no longer dripping with the metallic fluid. And just like that, after acclimating to having yet more food in her stomach, the Hydra was backing out of the crawlspace for treat number three.

This one was a special one. She knew it the moment she came back into the main room where Kelly had been, and before she could go back into the room where she had almost caught the first woman, she herself was coming out with her baby clutched in her arms. The serpent was aware of everything even if she could not physically see in the dark, but she did not need to, it seemed, because the woman was now holding out her arms and.. in them, the baby. "Please.. please just take him from me. I-I don't want to die, just let me leave if all you want is my baby!" this makes the serpent's head cock to one side. She liked to hunt and she liked to chase in the dark but she was reasonable enough to hear her rather than entirely succumb to instinct. So she's considering the situation while the woman is moving closer, certain to have her arms out as far as possible in case the serpent attempted to strike her too. "I can make more!" she was heartlessly pleading, the breaking of her voice going completely unnoticed by the reptile who was observing her; her heart rate, her breathing, the scent of her sweat, the distance of each little step she made until she was practically sidling up close to the hungry serpent. "I.. I never wanted him anyway. P-please, I want to leave I don't remember either of your faces you'll never hear from me again" she was blubbering and speaking quickly and the serpent stopped listening. She was reaching for the child instead, now, the heavy, squirming, babbling baby boy who had been quiet all this time. "..I can have it?" she asked curiously, intrigued by how simple that would be. The woman, unaware that the serpent could detect every moment she was making, was instinctively nodding as though she could see her. "Y-yes... I-" she swiftly darted her blind eyes around the main room, attempting to reorient herself so that she could speak to the director who had led them here in the first place. "J-Just let me go... I just want to leave.." "...Up to Kelly" the serpent coldly responded without a care, because she had sharply grabbed the baby from the mother's repulsed hands and was now content. Once she had the baby, the serpent's hand clasped tightly around the little wrist for safekeeping as she lowered both arms down suddenly, and the baby as a result came crashing to the floor with a surprised, pained squeal. She was dragging it with her like some little baby doll as she walked back towards Kelly, the little shoes it wore dragging onto the ground of the building while it tugged and fought slightly in the uncomfortable position. "Kelly, look. I have a baby" she tells him, but she didn't seem to regard in the same way this one as she did the others. This one was quiet. This one was not bratty. This one looked at her with big round blue eyes and those reminded her of... "I had one like this before. ..well - much bigger. I found her on the street." She sits down suddenly on the ground to play with her new baby she'd just adopted, dragging it close to her and playing with its arms like they were rope toys. It was squeaking at her - not shrieking, not screaming - but they were scared sounds she didn't understand. She only knew they were interesting and were not very invasive, so she poked the little thing in its gut and it let out a shrill sound that the serpent assumed may have been happy...? She wasn't fluent.

Then she was trying to make it stand, her new baby, just like her old baby had been able to do. She would lift it up under the arms and then she would let go to no avail because each time she did this the baby was toppling down and getting covered in grime and dirt on the floor. The serpent frowned briefly at this and briefly wondered if the baby was broken, but she isn't entirely sure. "Hmm.. that must be why your mother does not like you. That's okay little baby! ...I will take care of you just like Billie. Her mother did not love her either." and then in an instance she had the little thing by its neck, a thoughtless attempt to seize it, drawing the little thing tight against her chest as she embraced it. But unlike her old one, this one did not return the favor, and so the serpent increased the strength of her hold so that the baby would learn and understand how you were meant to react to being held by a matriarch figure.

...and tighter.
...and tighter.
...and tighter.

Then she stopped.
The baby's little hands were no longer idly grabbing and poking her stomach like it had been for a while during the ordeal; in fact, the baby wasn't moving at all anymore. No noise, no movement, no breathing. So, she quickly set it free from her arm and in doing so the little thing fell backwards onto the floor. The reptile cocked her head curiously as she poked the immobile thing, attempting again to lift it up into a stand and once letting go it fell limp once more. This time, unlike before, the baby did not huff or make a sound to show that it perhaps did not like falling onto the ground.

The serpent was standing smoothly to her full height, her hands dusting off her pants of the dirt and dust on the floor, and then she was very smoothly, very unpredictably turning in place to locate wherever the woman was still standing. "...You gave me a broken baby." and for that, her death was quick and unkind. She lunged forward, her taloned hand reaching out before the woman could even gasp, digging so deep into her neck that the gash left was about two inches away from completely decapitating her. She flopped down like a plank of wood, her spinal cord cut, blood gushing and squirting on the floor as her body's nerves tickled her muscles into their final fit of spasms as they died. She does not revel in this kill like she had the last. She was going back to the motionless little baby on the floor and was quickly picking it up, her unhinged jaws widening once more to shove this one down entirely without a single bite; because it wasn't moving, it wasn't fighting, and went down as easy as it had been to obtain it.

She supposed it was just food after all.


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He was patient, simply listening and feeling everything in the room until he heard Miss Cassy come closer. His eyes slipped open, watching the shadow of the serpent as she moved towards the coward who was handing the baby off like it was left over pizza. His eyes had adjusted to the shadows rather easily, and took in every aspect he could of the little roast dangling from her arms. He was a little shocked that the woman was not slaughtered instantly, but that was okay. It would not take long to make do with the sniveling little piggy. In a little bit. His attention was drawn away from the snotty thing, and he felt himself feel almost lighter as Cassy came into his sights.

She was dragging a ragdoll behind her, and quite excitedly informing him she had a baby. It was…endearing. He decided. Shocking that it was not screaming and crying like all the others, he decided it was his Number One baby, even if he would never touch the putrid thing. "I see that, Miss Cassy. He does seem like a nice quiet baby." The coward from before was shaking, barely moving in her spot as she seemed to believe if she stayed quiet enough. Still enough. They would forget about her. Obviously that was not the case, as she kept sniffling disgustingly and in the new quiet of the warehouse, it seemed much more annoying then it normally would.

Alehkar took note of her mention of a baby, but did not register much of the information. For all he knew, the baby did not make it long. But something about the way she sat on the ground, and attempted to play with the new baby, had him doubting that. And for a moment, it seemed like she had decided to keep the last one alive. He had no specific thoughts on that. Just watched her quietly as she reveled in the supposed cuteness of the little plump roast.

Well. That did not last long. Neither the loving touch to the baby, or the womans life. He was most pleased with how the cowards life ended, as ripping out the throat was his go-to normally. It was more bloody, but he did quite enjoy the feeling of it in the palm of his hands. Something about watching Miss Cassy punish the woman, well he liked it. What he did not like was that the baby was broken, but it really should have figured out how to hold itself up. What kind of thing couldn’t even do that? Even the young horses could. At least this time, this time she did not get sad. Instead she did the reasonable thing and ate it. And then the baby was gone, and he waited only a moment before moving.

The shadow demon pulled himself away from the door finally, and walked towards her in the dark. Smoothly avoiding the pile of blood the coward had left, and maneuvering closer to her. "I am sorry for the broken baby." His eyes glanced towards the woman on the floor, studying the lump before turning back to her. In what little light he could distinguish, he saw a smear along her cheek. Reaching up he brushed his thumb over it carefully, pushing away the dark liquid from her small cut. Amazingly enough, her face had little else on it. Most of the blood was dripping currently from her finger tips from the womans almmsot decapitation. The one thing Alehkar did not care about getting on him, a little ironically, was blood. "Miss Cassy...Are you hurt?" There was no concern in his voice, it was the same dead tone it always was, but his eyes did not move from the mark on her (he did not know of her arm), his thumb pausing in its movement and resting along the curvature of her cheek bone.


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