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Posted | 07-12-2017, 07:45 PM


Him or Me.


It was the most basic of survival thoughts, and Seth was well aware of it. If he wasn't so absolutely pin pointed into survival in that moment, he might have thought it amusing how the tides had turned. How many hours, days, weeks months had he spent zoned in on horror games? Looking on with a sick fascination and wishing he could actually feel the blood that squirted out of the zombie victims. How many times had he escaped his dull, and continuously mediocre life to instill a fantasy within those games? Whether it was watching others live their lives without their knowing, or embracing his reality into fantasy - He had always wished for more. And now, he was standing there with long shears in his hands, being told by a psychopathic human eating demon to cut the tendons of a mans legs while being watched. He supposed, in some sick and twisted way, he had finally got the excitement..the thrill..he had wished for. Too bad it was not at all what he had hoped. He had hoped, maybe, he would have a bit more control in his own game.

And since he had to go up against The Hulk, he had hoped perhaps instead of simple large scissors he had Thors hammer.

Taking a slow and steadying breath, his eyes narrowed at the stance of readiness of Damon. He could do this. He had a weapon. He had the demons approval. He would win. He would win and he would be free, or at the very least perhaps he could work here, anything was better than being eaten alive like Lily. So he did it, he fucking charged as fast as he could with the sheers pointed outwards to attempt to stab Damon into submission.

Of course, he got a fist right to the fact that sent him stumbling back onto his ass, and a sneer across Damon's face showed just how much the hulking figure had enjoyed it. The pain radiated through his jaw, and he instinctively ran a hand to rub it before noting that Damon was coming after him. Stomping forwards and picking up the bonesaw swiftly. His gait was stalking, his lip curled upwards and his eyes piercingly dark. He would kill Seth, the young recluse knew it. "I'm going to fucking enjoy this you fucking dumbass" was snarled out as Damon stalked forwards. The sound of the bone saw whirling to life as the hulk figured stepped closer and closer.

And then he abruptly stopped, panic contorting his face into a mess of emotions, one primarily being fear. His eyes widened, nothing but darkness where normally white would be.Hollow and unseeing as he swiped the bonesaw into the blank space of air in front of him, a good foot away from Seth.

The shadow demon had noted the reaction Kashiro had portrayed. He noted everything about her, after all. The way her hand had risen to the back of her scarred neck, and the words uttered from her mouth had Alehks jaw clenching. His muscles tensing at the quiet and small sound that had suddenly entered her voice. This reaction. This displeased him greatly. His serpent should not sound so withdrawn. So…Unhappy. The demon did not like when Kashiro was unhappy. Anger was different, and he was certain that would come in a moments time. But the hulking figure of a man who was swearing and just rather crude and unpleasant in all mannerisms, well he had reminded Kashiro of a pain she should not be reminded of. When she screamed the command, and everything began, he moved forwards from his constant position behind her, until his front was mere inches away from her back. Keeping his body just briefly brushing against hers, but making no movement to constrict her with an embrace. The motion simply putting into mind that he was there.

And then Seth failed miserably to grant the serpents request. Alehkar did not like this. He wished Kashiro to be pleased again, to get whatever it was she wished and right then she wished for Seth to tear out the tendons of the larger and much fiercer human. He watched as the bone saw sprung to life, and then watched as his shadows covered the gentlemans eyes until the blackest of blacks blocked all vision and sight. Blinding him to a world of nothingness. He cheated, of course, but he did not care. Kashiro deserved to get whatever it was she wanted. Anything to make her smile. His voice was quiet, smooth, with absolutely no inflection as his eyes moved down towards the recluse and spoke to the humans for the first time: "She is waiting. Do not displease her."

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Posted | 07-12-2017, 10:56 PM

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Perhaps she doesn't notice right away - perhaps she doesn't notice anything that was happening right away. Once her reactionary response was spent and the man was sent off to do her bidding, the serpent was retreating. Not physically - no, she did not move - but her mind was curling away from the world around her. She was offended, she was insulted, she was angry; she was vehemently and absolutely d i s g u s t e d. The divots and valleys of her scars seemed to burn deeper, make themselves suddenly incredibly existent like she'd just been cut, like it had just happened. She mindlessly protected it like she ha when her heads were first cut - as best she could.

...And then he was closer than he had been since the start of the game, she could feel him and even smell him above the scents around the room. He was wordlessly communicating with her with such a close presence and the slightest touch of his chest against her back. She could have whirled around and struck him, lashed out with nail and fang as a vulnerable creature might do, but she found herself far more feeling protected with him there than threatened. The moment she had showed any clear signs of distress her shadow was at her back and she liked this, and it was enough to make her slowly but surely lower her hand away from her neck. He could protect her back if needed, it was decided, and she ever so simply leaned her back against the straight posture of her shadow. She was comforted just enough to focus on the game that was afoot between contestants - one was done and scrambling back instinctively and the other, throwing away a perfect chance to finish his smaller, frailer competition, had thrown it away with some blocky, awkward tumble and miss with the bone saw. He was scratching at his eyes now, the bone saw reflexively dropped to the ground with a loud sound, and it looked like he was rubbing them or trying to pluck something out of them or... And then Kelly spoke, and she understood. With the back of her head still against him she looked up, tipping her chin back so she could see him, her clean hand coming up to trace his jawline from underneath with the lightest touch to get more of his attention.

Seth didn't know what was happening but he knew that the demons had something to do with it and that was incredibly validating. He was being welcomed by their kind, they had favored him and given him their blessing! Not demons, of course - psychopaths, he meant. Serial killers. Who could say that they were chosen by one, accepted, rooted for by them, allowed to please in a way that did not result in them being dead to do so?
Enough of that. He could live triumphantly soon enough. Damon was the only competition that could stop him and it didn't seem like that was happening. So with a reaffirmed hold on his large shears, Seth scrambled fowards onto his knees and lunged with shears forward with both hands, mercilessly chopping at the ankle first. These weren't ordinary shears - he knows that the moment they slunk through the man's meaty ankle and squished into delicate cartilage and nestled perfectly into that space between foot and shin. Damon was screaming - but he did that a lot, didn't he? Seth was immune to it by now. The blood was so real, so fluid that he couldn't believe it to be real at all. It looked just like his video games, just like the movies, just like all the media he poured his attention into and he thanks fate for the fact that he was prepared for this. Fate, he thought, because he was certain that all his crippling issues with society and human interaction had all been to ready him for this moment, this moment when it would come that he would have to slice into another human being and be ready to do so. He'd played enough games to know what the word "destiny" meant, and this was just that. So rather than be outwardly shocked and frozen he quickly opened the shears and cut again like he was trying to cut through some tough cardboard. He keep going and each cut sent Damon further and further crumpling down, falling onto the currently-uninjured side and trying desperately to crawl that way. Seth was merely moving whichever way that leg went, deciding that this was too awkward to do and instead pulled back his shears from the slippery mess. They were so deep into the gap of the man's split ankle that he had to jostle them a little to pull them free.

Once doing so, he sidestepped quickly - taking advantage of both the distraction in Damon's eyes and that of sheer ugly pain - and he was soon cutting into an easier target: the calve. It swiftly dug in like he was cutting a thin piece of steak before preparing it, the sound of the taut skin even similar to the pleasing little sound that cut paper made as the tear increased. He cut as deep as possible, seeking to remove the entire bulge at the back of the boxer's leg as close to the bone as possible. It was particularly effortless, the large piece of mutton coming away with blood and sinews popping out and slinging onto the floor like the drift of a dress. When the massive piece of meat fell it did so with a heart 'thud,' and Seth briefly wondered - as he moved to the next leg, of course - if his host would enjoy it. How would she eat it, the same as everything else? It was a very attractive piece of meat, maybe she would bake it, stuff it with greens and bread crumbs and dig in - or would she bite into it like a delicious hunk of ham? It was easily two or three pounds of pure meat and muscle - if he was into that sort of thing his mouth would have watered. Ultimately, though, he especially liked the look of the man's disheveled leg: it was so.. bare, thin, nothing, like a linear stick with a shredded coat of skin that was flapping around wildly as he thrashed in incredible pain. He liked how easy it was to bring the fucking hulk down to size, down below his level - make him weak, make him mortal, number his days. Well, minutes, because he was bleeding out incredibly quick. The second leg was done quicker now because he had the expertise of the first to hang onto. He started from the very bottom and cut upwards, the heavy flab of muscle and hard work moving like rubber the moment it came away from the bone. It was dancing with each convulsion of Damon's chest as he screamed, wiggling with each involuntary shake and shudder of his legs, slapping at the bloody pool on the floor with an audible sound that Seth likened to the sound of a fish flopping on the deck. With one hand he held the meat still so that he would not butcher it, and then with the other he cut into it further with very little effort, like he were cutting hair or the mats off of a dog's back. The skin held, and he pulled at the meat to tear it like a persistent piece of plastic.

When the shears fell with a resounding 'clang!' into the growing pool of blood, his hands instead took up the large hunks of flesh like they were books or some piece of luggage he was about to carry back to his room. Seth stood quickly, uncertainly, looking down at his feet to make sure he would not slip in the mess. Then he was moving forward, back towards his host, his expression dry but by the paling of his lips it was clear that he was feeling something on the inside. He managed not to break, though, he knew that cracking under pressure had done a lot of them in already - and it wasn't going to take him too. He had avoided being punished and that was an incredible high feeling. He did it. He survived the last remaining competitor that could have possibly given him trouble. In that moment he was glad they did not have their dominions to assist them. With his heart throbbing in his chest he approached the hollow-eyed serpent and held both appetizing chunks out for her in case she did not wish to get too close. He recalled the way she exploded earlier, but also the quiet in her voice when she had addressed him. He didn't want her to associate Damon's plot with him despite how the man had tried to get him involved. "Two calves for the lovely host" he was saying with as much enthusiasm as his adrenaline-pumped body could manage over the fear. He was the only one who had done exactly what he was told, and he was proud.

But the serpent wasn't interested in food. Not yet, anyway - she was soon moving away from where her shadow was but sure he would follow her closely, her hand reaching to take one of the calves into her hand and Seth looked on in confusion as she completely glazed over him. He was expecting praise, expecting to be rewarded with kind words, words that he'd never heard any one of his people speak to him. To them he was a disappointment but.. but here, he thought, he could be much more here.
The serpent was crouching down before the dying man, her head cocking curiously as he continued to try and drag himself away from some ghost that he was still convinced was back there cutting at his legs. He didn't know, it didn't register yet, that the deed had already been done and that his legs were nothing now. That's why she was there, that's why she was looming over him, her eyes hollow but still incredibly vicious. When his low gaze finally met her bare feet he looked up as best he could with fluttering vision that blacked at the corners, narrowing as he began to slip under, his attention just enough to see the demon raising his calve up to her lips and biting into the tender meat as though it were a handsome piece of roast. Her eyes never left him, her every movement he could tell was to send him a message, her eyes - those hollow, evil eyes - watching him blankly and yet tattooing such heavy suggestions into his head. She was EATING HIM in front of him and enjoying every second of it, taking chunks into her mouth and chewing slowly, so fucking slowly, each chew's cycle taking at least five seconds to complete before the next would commence. A couple of these and then she would swallow the meat, raising the calve slowly, fluidly, for another morsel. She did this only until he was too weak to hold his head up, too weak to keep his eyes open, and then too weak to breathe and then.. well.

Her jaw unhinged with a eerie 'crack!' so that she could widen it at an unsettling angle, shoving the calve into her mouth so that her bites were larger, much larger, and then eventually the calve was devoured by the hungry serpent. She rose up and turned back to face the man who was coming close again, his head with the remaining calve outreached to show he was not intending to get too close - he found that it was best to treat her like some arcane animal, unpredictable, respecting its space and showing through body language that he was no intended threat. Still, true to human nature, he was also using words to attempt to better his chances. "I.. I hope you like what I fed you, Miss." She wasn't particularly listening to the man because she had the food in her hand and was already wolfing it down to his amazement. He couldn't help feel.. infatuated by the image, so eerie and horrible and out of place that his heart was beating hard in instinctual fear and yet his mind was wrought with wonder and angst. It was like watching wolves eat, watching wild animals savagely take down a kill and eviscerate it. He had loved watching nature documentaries almost as much as he loved watching serial killer ones - he found that there was a similarity between the two, after all. Weren't they just doing what their base instinct was programmed to do? What everyone's base instinct was programmed to do? And she.. well, she was doing it most beautifully, her eyes just as well may have been empty sockets because he couldn't see a thing in that green stare, like looking at a rabid wolf straight in the eyes. The blood dripped from her face in a way that made him want to capture the moment with his phone - if he still had it. He knew he was a fool, knew he should want to be as obscure as possible, but he couldn't help but draw her attention to him as soon as possible to ensure that she could still see him - that he was still worth rooting for in this crazy but stimulating game. "I want to please you, Miss. Please tell me what more I can do to make you happy. I want you to see that I'm.. I'm not like the others." Anything to save his skin but more than that, anything to be favored. He felt like that man who had somehow befriended an alpha wolf and was welcomed into the pack, and she.. he decided that watching her eat was like watching Jeffrey Dahmer in his most intimate moments with his corpses. He was allowed to be in a killer's most personal confines, wasn't he? He was alive, he was unscathed, he was healthy - and their host had not done anything (as far as he knows) to indicate that she would have it any other way.

She was simply looking up from her meal at him, savoring the food this time. When she finally pulled away from the hunk of food for a second, she told him "But it is not your turn. You have to wait." and ah, how silly of him. He had to play by the rules! Her rules. "..oh. Is it Lily's turn?" and when she simply nodded absentmindedly he was looking back at the heavily-breathing girl as she had begun to hoarsely cough. She had come to during Damon's now-gone fit of pain and anger and wrath. She had been laying there, pretending to be asleep still, pretending to be out of the game - anything to keep her from reliving any of this reality. She'd blown her own cover, because the serpent turned her entire body to face the girl who was forced to look back at them. "Oh, you're awake. It's your turn. I will make it easy for you because you are small and weak. You can use the nail gun - but you can only use one nail. You have your pick between two targets." the serpent was very cunning, she knew how vague that was and it did not elude her the fact that this might give the girl ideas. For this reason, Gravity around both her and her shadow had tightened exponentially; not on them, but a field around them such that the nail would fall hard to the floor in mid-soar should she even think to make that shot. The serpent shooed Seth back to the center of the room where Rick was, and he backed away slowly and crouched down, reaching to pick up the shears just in case the foolish girl chose him. He would be ready to move out of the way, he thought, and quickly come to finish her. While he waits for her to slowly drag herself towards the toolbox nearby and open as many low drawers as she could to find the nail gun she'd been promised, Seth glanced over to the serpent and watched her eat for a few good seconds. How fascinating.

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This post was last modified: 07-12-2017, 11:43 PM by Alehkar Garieptol Posted | 07-12-2017, 11:42 PM

His silver pale eyes watched as her hand slowly lowered from it's protection of the back of her neck before he felt her lean very slightly back against him. And while he would not restrict her, as they were in the middle of a game and an embrace of such would be…unprofessional. He enjoyed the feel of her against him. Enjoyed the way she pressed into him in acknowledgement. When she tipped her chin back as the hulk scrambled for sight, he did not react until her hand trailed to his jawline. His eyes lowered from the scene, locking with her own. His chest felt tight at the sight of her with her head tilted back and her attention solely on him. With her soft touch against his skin, and he had the overwhelming urge to be closer to her. To go back to their own little world, and ignore everything else. But all he did was offer her his smile that was only for her, his thumb trailing in a slight caress over her hip before it dropped completely away.

The pain was so excrutiating, it was as if she could not even feel it. As if a large chunk of her body had not been eaten and then burned to a crisp. When she had woken from her daze, she smelled it. Her own burning flesh stinging against her nostrils, gagging down her throat, but she managed to refrain from making any physical reactions to the opposing stench. She had to be dead. She had to keep her breathing shallow and even. She could not flinch. She could almost pretend like she was just pretending to sleep in her own bed. Her bed filled with a million pillows of all shapes and sized. Her dog asleep on her arm until it had fallen asleep to the point she could not feel it anymore. Keeping her eyes shut, keeping them from fluttering, so that when her parents creaked open her bedroom door and peaked in to ensure she was indeed still in bed at the late hour, they would have no idea she was pretending. She had got really good at pretending. It was how she had been caught, after all. Sneaking out in the middle of the night to go meet her boyfriend down the street.

But the scream. The incredible scream that seemed to shake her very core broke away her fantasy. The sound locked her spine into place, and sent a tremor through her veins. It was Damon. She knew this, even without her sight. The tortured wailing continued, mingled in with the sound of a fish slapping around in a puddle. She was not an idiot. She knew what that sound indicated. It was sickening. Everything was sickening. And while, when this game first started she had hoped, just hoped that maybe she would make it out alive. Dread was starting to soak in her bones, cause a heaviness she was unfamiliar with to settle in her muscles. Her shallow breathing was causing her throat to dry out, but the movement of a swallow she was certain would have her caught. Maybe…Maybe if she just laid here, they would forget about her. But then the cough came, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Weakly her eyes opened, and what she saw…no sane person would be able to replicate it even in their darkest of imaginations. No writer, unless the most morbid of beings, would have thought to put into words. Agatha remained in pieces, not even a resemblance of a human but a simple slab of meat. That helped. She could imagine she was a simple raw pig roast. And then there was Rick, with eyes of nothing and the sharp rasping of his breaths indicating he was still unconscious. And then finally her eyes landed on the woman. When Lily had first seen her, she had thought she looked quite lovely. Beautiful. And had been rather jealous of the dress she wore. It was a fleeting thought, and now it haunted her as she saw the jaws of an inhuman creature gnawing - no - rippingflesh from a human as if it was a t-bone. Blood dripping down her chin, and hollow eyes staring back at her. It was surreal. That moment. That moment when the feeling washed over her.

Her eyes glanced towards Seth, seeing the hunger in them. She remembered how she had liked him. He had seemed quiet, yes. But friendly. With the soft small awkward smile that only one not used to being around others held. She had thought he looked…polite. Like they could be friends. But now his features, in such a short period of time, were warped into a demonic need that she had never seen before on a human face. As if he was just hoping he could offer her to the woman. Slowly. Painfully. She leaned up, dragging her body across the ground. Everything felt so heavy. So weak. So dead. When she finally did reach the toolbox, she began to shuffle through it. Her eyes flicking towards the possessed Seth as he watched the serpent with what she could only describe as lust. This was twisted. This was…This was.. She finally gripped the nail gun, her hand weakly holding it as she stared at the weapon in her hand.

She had a choice to make...

Her eyes moved to Rick. Weak. Lovely. Beautiful Rick.
Her eyes moved to Seth. Weak. Disgusting. Ugly Seth.
Her eyes moved to the woman, and then the silent man who seemed to always remain just behind her.
Would it reach? Would it fire that far? It felt heavy. It felt like it had true power.

Her breathing seemed to even out, her eyes watching as the serpent ate. Watching everything. And while it seemed to take forever for the decision to be made. It was only a few seconds before she raised the nailgun and, without any hesitation, aimed it. Shooting the nail directly into her temple.


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Posted | 07-13-2017, 01:02 AM

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She looked up at him and as he looked back down at her.. Well, quite frankly she wanted to be alone with him again, back on the second floor, back in bed with him. The only things stopping her was of course that she was hungry, of course that she had disgusting ingrates in her basement and.. of course, after this, Kelly would be leaving. There was a sinking feeling to the nice high she got from being surrounded by his scent, the warmth of his body, but she was still happy enough that seeing him smile was infectious enough to incite a grin from her. She savored the touched of his hand at her hip, welcoming the linger of it and regretting its fall.

It was... unexpected, that things end this way. The serpent was displeased, Seth was surprised - but certainly not nearly as much as he was absolutely excited. He was worried about that nail gun, of course - a long ranged weapon was the only thing she could have had to possibly best him. Now he was in the clear. All his training for this moment had paid off. He was alive - all that was left was Rick, and that was simple. Things were awfully easy around here, weren't they? He wondered... did he even want to leave? Maybe he could earn her favor if he turned it down, turned down the chance of escape, offered instead to be her personal servant, or butler or.. anything that might get him close to her. Yes, he did want her, but not in that typical way. Not like those typical men wanted some piece of meat, he was sure - he wanted to worship her like in some sort of cult, to feed her and write down every little thing she did because he was finding that every tiny movement she made was for some greater purpose. She was a psychopath, and everything those people did was never done without some great meaning. All the brightest and biggest and richest people were psychopaths - they had something about them that allowed them to succeed over normal people, weak people. That was what he'd noticed and to work so closely to that would grant him some sort of.. he didn't know - a secondhand blessing? He was already thinking about his freedom and was comparing it to this, to what all his extensive research and plugging into media had prepared him for. He could go back to that, go back to his dimly-lit basement and stalk cannibal forums and watch live decapitation videos or peep through people's cameras, or he could live the reality, stay with her, be with her, bring her people and be protected by whatever influence she had that allowed her to steal hundreds of people and keep them down here like this without the feds busting in once. She was smart, he could tell, and it was best to be on the right side of that. If a dog you let off the leash refused to leave your side you wound up loving it even more, didn't you? Right?

"There is only you and him." his thoughts were broken by the still, somber words of the she-demon as she gestured over to Rick. Seth didn't know why she sounded less... happy, but he was feeling in a good enough place to ask. After all he was winning, he fed her, he was the only one who fed her and didn't cheat. Yes, he was feeling quite brave. "Alright, but.. Miss, are you okay? I-I brought you what you asked. Are you happy with me?" She had taken the food eagerly from him and had since finished the final calve, but there was no notable indication of satisfaction in him, was there? Not that he'd noticed.. he supposed she wasn't angry and that was all he needed to win the game, but.. Well, he wanted her to be pleased, pleased enough to let him choose whether he wanted to go or stay.
He wanted her to smile fondly at him.
That was something women never did.

"Oh, yes! ...But do not waste time. You are eager to be free, I am sure, and we do not have all day." they didn't, did they? She did, but Kelly...
"W-Well... Actually," this was it, he thought; he'd tested the waters and she didn't seem like her aloofness was about him. This was good! "I was thinking.. I might like my prize to be that I can stay with you, Miss. I promise that I'm very useful! I can watch all your other servants.. I don't want to be down here, but.. I can be useful in the house." He was speaking to her but he was mindful of obeying her, picking up the shears and walking casually over to the prone Rick. The serpent cocked her head curiously. "Oh, I have Pauello for that." Pauello, who had literally not moved from his spot since the entire debacle. It seemed everything had missed him save a few blood splatters at his pant legs. Well, he had hundreds just like it - the serpent made sure that he did - so he did not even move his expression to show grief for this. "Well yes, but. I promise I am much more eager to please." Of course he was, he thought. After all, the butler was not doing any of the dirty work. He sat there in case he was needed but the serpent had given him the commands to take action, and he was doing it all perfectly. He was getting his hands dirty for her, mercilessly taking lives - even as he spoke to her with relative ease he was walking up to Rick, parting the shears just enough before slamming them edge-first into the man's barren eye sockets with a passionate grunt of air from his own chest. The man was dead instantly, the shears poking - no, ripping - through the soft, malleable eye meat and cutting through cartilage and reaching the brain itself on both sides, the air-locked cavity suddenly meeting air and therefore both matter and fluid came gushing out of the eye sockets around the sheers like spurting little geysers at a national park. It was bubbly and oozing down the side of Rick's face in a disturbed foam, and Seth couldn't help the impulse to close the sheers, hearing that lovely little 'snip!' sound once he cut through the bridge of the nose just to say he did it.
Those serial killers on the documentaries didn't lie after all - it was always easier after the first kill. He was a pro already at it, wasn't he? "I can do anything you need me to. No questions asked, right away - I've proven that I don't struggle with it" he was saying, a repressed gag as the scent of brain hit him - but the words were determined nonetheless. He'd get used to that after a while!
He was walking back to her triumphantly, his clothing red with splatter and globs of blood - none of which was his own and.. again, he wished he had a phone to remember this. He was so proud, the exact reason that he was shunned by other women was exactly what had gotten him close to this one - he understood her, he felt like, and wanted her to understand him. Wanted her to understand that he was eager to do anything. "..I promise you won't ever need to punish me. I can spend every waking moment making you happy. No more yelling." It was very fast, he knew that, he didn't expect her to reciprocate - he moved very fast and that was apparently why women didn't like him so much. So he understood, he would take what he could get; if she let him stay upstairs, free, that was all he needed to know in order to believe that he perhaps had a chance. Just think - a lovely place like this all to his own exploration, food provided, the violent entertainment being real this time, and.. her, of course. Deciding that he had already blown any type of cool he tried to retain, Seth threw caution to the wind and reached for her arm to touch her, and it seemed like the kind of touch a dear friend would give to console someone, or the little nudge one gave to gently urge someone to let them know they were closeby. His heart was bruised a little when she moved away ever so slightly, and his study of animal behavior made him quickly freeze his hand. He didn't want to push her, but he knew that it didn't mean she wouldn't come around someday. After all, again - she hadn't yelled at him once yet.

"You can do whatever you like. What you do outside of this basement is up to you," she was saying simply, and Seth could feel his heart pound in his ears. He'd gotten exactly what he wanted. Kashiro was suddenly moving away, now, back towards the basement door with a leisurely gait while she spoke: "Only one servant will be leaving this basement, Seth. That's you! You're free to stay with me, or..." Then. She stopped. Just stood there for a moment, and then she was laughing. It sounded apologetic. "...Oh. I.. This is embarrassing." her laughter was soft and sweet, a hand coming up to her mouth like the coquettish thing that she was. She turned on her heels to face them again, "I'm sorry! I am such a fool, really -" and then time seemed to slow as she was raising her arm out, pointing directly at Seth. "One..." and his heart immediately dropped into his feet as he saw her gaze turn away from him. "...Two." and then she was pointing at the butler.
Two. There were two servants.

"It looks like there's still two of you."


Then the sound of a gun clicking back.
Pauello always had a gun, and it was pointing directly at the taller man's skull, the short butler never moving his body an inch but for his arm and the cock of his head.

Did she plan this from the start?
Kashiro? Come up with some horrendous twist?
Of course.

She found her shadow no matter if he were close or far, and pressed her shorter body against him adoringly. She gazed up at him happily, excited, anxiously, hoping that he would like the finale. "This is the end, Kelly. But this time you get to choose who leaves the basement." of course he did, this was all for him! "Does my butler get to leave, or does Seth get to leave?" Pauello was.. concerned, the shadow demon would certainly be able to feel that, but his discipline was impeccable regardless. He'd been here long enough to know that the serpent did what the serpent wanted, but.. he had never known another demon to be so closely attached to her hip. She'd been alone the entire 15 years he'd known her - of course save for Billie, but Billie was not at all in the same position that this other demon was in with the Hydra. She was letting him make decisions, which he had nothing particularly bad to say about that, simply that.. he had no understanding of how to predict this unknown entity. Still, he knew that if he was chosen no amount of bullets would keep him from that fate - he'd seen the serpent at her worst and if this other demon had lasted her then he did not need to be convinced they had very similar.. tempers. So he kept the gun lined up at Seth's temple, waiting to take the shot only if he was chosen to leave.
As for Seth, well. His heart was broken. He wanted to sob, wanted to cry out, wanted to hold the woman and refuse to allow her to do this to him. He didn't want to be treated this way. He wanted to be special.
HE JUST WANTED TO BE SPECIAL.

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Posted | 07-13-2017, 01:48 AM

The human was rambling. Begging. Pleading. A fervor in him as he regarded Kashiro with an obsessive tilt to his gaze. Alehkar did not mind that. He was used to the break of a humans mind as much as he was used to the taste of their fear. The shadow demon remained unseen, inconsequential to the rat of a man. Alehkar did not mind that. He did not mind being nothing but watchful eyes when he was with her. The human had shoved the shears into the weak one with little but the desire to please the serpent, keeping his attention solely on her. He had broken the rules and did not wait for proper instruction. Alehkar did not mind that. He was indifferent at that point in time, more focused on Kashiro than anything else. Still, the ending of the game was coming, and he felt it important he try to remain focused even when he was so drawn to the hydra. He did not mind any of what Seth was doing, up until the moment the resounding clip of the sheers was heard and then suddenly the little human was walking towards them. No. Towards Her.

Alehkar kept his gaze on him, unseen and unmoving as he witnessed the human touch Kashiro with his unclean hands. His gaze watched the hand move, studied the motion and although he did not physically react he decided he did mind that. He instinctively moved closer to his serpent in movement he had not consciously thought of. His eyes remained on where the hand would have touched her, as Seth continued on with his words. His poetic words. His pleading words. Rushing out before he had a moment to think them over, hoping that she would see him. He could feel it. The emotions boiling out of him. His eyes raised and stared as the human spoke, and what he said Alehkar did mind. He was unsure why, in that exact moment, what of his words had caused him to stiffen ever so slightly. It would not be able to be seen, but he could feel the smallest of tensions in his shoulders.

Still, he remained silent in his direction of following her. Even as she begun to speak of the finale, something was…off..in his thoughts. His eyes flickered to where the human had made to touch her. When she said he could choose who stayed, his eyes dragged up from their spot. Their tunnel vision. His hand raised, and he brushed his touch over her jaw, brief and soft before he turned and walked away from her for the first time. Yanking the shears from their dilapidated place in Rick's skull.

And with a serene approach, just as Seth began to beg and plead with her that he was the right choice. That she must understand, she needed him. He would do anything for her. Did she not understand? He had no remorse, as long as she would praise him. As long as she would smile at him. He would do absolutely anything to make her happy. Alehkar stood, motionless and listening to the words before he flawlessly, and seemingly without effort lifted the shears and cleanly cut Seths head off. Through flesh and muscle and spine, until all that was holding it in place was the metal blades between torso and head. It was not as if it just lopped off, it sort of stayed there a moment. His eyes studied as the blood spewed not only on the floor, but covered his white shirt and his wrists and his hands. Unceremoniously he removed the shears and tossed them onto the floor, not bothering to watch as the body fell to the floor. He was already moving on. The situation was inconsequential now as he walked directly up to his serpent and abruptly captured her lips to his own. It was not a flutter of a kiss, and it was not soft and hesitant. There was…something..commanding. Breaking it just as quickly, his eyes staring down at her as he forced inflection into his voice as best he could. "I make you happy." It was too bad really. If only Seth had paid attention to her shadow, he would have been more careful with his ramblings. Oh well. The game was over, and it was time to depart.



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Posted | 07-13-2017, 03:20 AM


Seth was the only one who wasn't paying attention.
He was locked onto her, pleading his case and then trying to play it down, trying to tell her that she didn't have to make a definite decision right away - just give him a trial period, give him a chance, no strings attached; that he could learn how to do anything he didn't already know how to do and that he could even do basic house work if she needed - anything she needed.
Kashiro wasn't listening.
She'd stopped listening the moment she looked up at Kelly and found that he was.. not the same. She could not know expressions the way any other could know them; there was no universal face for discomfort or anger or tension or thought - not for her, she had to register such things individual to each person as though she were seeing it all for the first time. Kelly she could see nothing particularly different, but.. it faded her smile, slowly but surely, and she blinked up at him as he gave her no verbal response. Perhaps that was what concerned her; he usually liked what she came up with; was this not satisfactory?
He was leaving her and Seth was still vying for her attention. He didn't notice that the shadow demon had moved away - he was inconsequential, of course, but then again everything seemed to be to the human who was pouring his heart out to a serpent whose eyes had utterly misplaced his existence. She was watching her shadow, and while her eyes were hollow as they always were, there was some change to her face that indicated the wild thing was staring with conviction, with great intent like she was watching some engaging thing with great interest. Pauello's gun lowered, tucking it back into his coat - not because he thought that those shears weren't for him but because he knew that things were happening and they were out of his hands. Perhaps he was at peace with the possibility; after all, he'd been playing this exact game for 15 years: either him or them. He'd always chosen himself - well, pleasing the serpent. All except once, of course, and that was a decision that stuck with him forever. Billie Sweeney was the only one who got away, and he played a massive part in that. How good he had gotten at wordless signs to her which dishes were poisoned, which dishes the serpent had demanded she be fed to keep her weak, keep her frail, keep her needing her. He made sure beneath the table that she was getting stronger, weaker no more, because he knew that she would need all her strength to survive the moment she told the serpent that she wanted to leave.

Ever since then he could feel the noose around his neck. She had wanted to kill him, would have killed him once she found out - as for why she didn't, he didn't know. He DID know that it was never the same after that, and that was indicated by the random bouts of incredibly cruel behavior from her that was warranted by nothing in particular. Whenever she missed Billie, he was better nowhere to be seen. How easily she could break the 5'9 thing, how easily she could devour him whole. So, that being said, he is rather sure that this was her way of finally putting an end to him.
Until it turned out to be quite the opposite. Or, well, more precisely, that it had nothing to do with him.
The one remaining servant was slowly putting away his gun into his suit pocket the moment the shears' blades met firm against one another.

The serpent watched him, mesmerized by the act and the colors that burst into view and the way the shadow demon was covered in it all. The way the head rolled away and the body crumpled like a heap of body parts was memorable enough that it seemed to happen so slowly.. and then she was looking back up at him, his eyes, as he was moving back to her. She wasn't certain what he wanted - not outright, anyway, but it seemed that the most primal, unthinking part of her either knew or it happened to want the exact same thing. She leaned forward when they were feet apart as though she was being pulled to him, and tilted her head up ever so slightly the moment he was incredibly close and there was barely a breath's length between them. She suddenly felt warm and wanted for nothing beyond this as he kissed her and she kissed him back. He commanded the interaction, however, a sensation that they had thus far shared equally.. but he was seizing the moment as his own and she doesn't find herself fighting it. The scent of him mixed with the savory taste of blood was intoxicating, arousing her in many ways. She liked the smell of it, loved the look of it, seeing him like that - she'd never seen him kill quite like that; it had always been her or always been unfortunate circumstance to their games. But this was directly him, only him, and while the perceived possessiveness of the shadow demon would turn anyone else away, quick to escape before he found it necessary to do the same to someone they did love, the serpent was only turned on by him even further. She decided she liked it when he was covered in blood, liked it when he was the sole reason of incapacitation.. and she decided that she wanted to see more of that. "Yes" the word was reflexively said in a breath, hurriedly not like she was afraid, not like she was trying to escape, but like she was thinking faster than she could speak, like she could not say enough of what she wanted or could not possibly find and understand all the words to what she felt. But she was looking up at him intently, expectantly, like she was wanting him to pick up on and understand whatever the mess of things she was feeling. He had seemed incredibly in-tune with what she had been feeling thus far, little things here and there that made her believe he had some sort of insight - though she of course is not familiar with the Empathy dominion. "I.. I am very happy, Kelly. Always. ...Thank you." then she was burying her face against his chest, breathing in his blood-touched scent as though it were a very fine aphrodisiac - though it had the same effect for the serpent, of course. So did the way he'd handled the human, and so did the way he corrected the dead man's statement with certainty. "You make me happy." She confirmed this in her own words, the inflection kept.

Pauello had since moved to the door, his littler form holding the exit open for both demons who had remained locked in their interaction. Of course it was none of his business but he'd made note of it just like he'd made note of everything - it was incredibly unusual to see the serpent like this. But, to be fair, after that display perhaps he was not surprised as to why the strange demon had such a profound effect. The serpent was lost for words because of something someone else did, and that was monumental. She wasn't acclimating - couldn't, or didn't want to. "..I am happy you came to play with me, Kelly." and, of course, she was not only referring to this. She knew it was over, and she had a very nice time with him. That's how it always was, wasn't it? The only thing she loved more than their games was the undertone of them, how they moved together, how they meant things without saying them, how they spoke with their bodies in the most coy of ways. And as much as she wanted to continue with him, as tempting as it was to insist that he at least shower before leaving - she resists, if only because she's aware that delaying the inevitable where he leaves is a useless endeavor. "Did you have fun? You will come play with me again soon, won't you?" she was smiling up at him, her voice chipper as it always was - happy, satisfied.

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This post was last modified: 07-13-2017, 07:38 PM by Alehkar Garieptol Posted | 07-13-2017, 07:38 PM

Much like everything with Kashiro, the twisting in his stomach and the tightening of his muscles as he listened to Seth speak, it was foreign to him. All he knew is he was displeased by the words. And while Kashiro's smile had faltered, he was too distracted to notice as he attempted to figure out where exactly the displeasure had started from. It did not take as long as one would think, and then from that point forwards it was a simple solution to the problem. Now the displeasure was gone, and he had his serpent speaking to him almost…reassuringly. It was also foreign. But, when she kept the inflection, and kept her eyes on him, he decided he was pleased again. He had a problem, and now it was fixed. And he quite enjoyed the way she had quickly responded with yes. The word a simple breath of her voice. And he quite enjoyed when she informed him how he made her happy, so he leaned and pressed another kiss to her lips although much more softer. Whatever he had briefly been overcome with had faded just as quickly as it had arrived, and he was back to the hesitancy and intimate affections he was most used too.

Her smile was the most infectious thing about her, and he couldn’t help to return it with his own miniscule representation. And while a part of him wished to stay, shower or not (ironically blood did not bother him), he also knew it best to leave. The demon was not used to the confines of being placed in a single area for too long. Always on the move, walking here or there. And being in a single individuals presence for an extended duration, well that was too new to them both. He did not wish for her to grow tired of him, although it was doubted she would. And he did not wish to feel confined to staying here. If his visits were shorter, with space to themselves in between, it would continue to be easier when he did depart. Still, her smile up at him, proved how much fun she had more than her words. His hand raised up, thumb brushing over the curve "Yes. I was quite entertained and I will see you most abruptly. I do not believe I can stay from you for long. He would leave her, and just as he did before, he would find her again. Whether here or elsewhere, it did not matter.


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