Adam's first wife wanders back up from the depths in search of amusement

Aug 03, 2003 14:26

*Long fingers tipped with dark nails trail over a rocky outcropping ( Read more... )

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demon_james August 3 2003, 18:46:00 UTC
*I prance up and give a fangy grin.*

Allo, luv.

*No, I have this little problem where I really don't have enough fear for my own sodding good.*

There's still a few of us proper demons left, but not too many, leastwise not how I see it. The Angels are getting their poncy peace-loving hooks into too many of us. You know 'bout all the *gag* Risen, right? Bloody disgusting if you ask me . . .

The demoness' well, they're more interested in makeup and dying my sodding hair. As for plucking angels . . . well, all that's going to bloody change if the current 'adminstration' has a say, then Earth and Heaven'll be all safe for their poncy white winged arses.

Hell's just not what it's supposed t'be.

*I sigh deeply.*

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demon_lilith August 3 2003, 18:58:09 UTC
Well, it is very... interesting hair, I suppose.

*Lilith reaches up, catches a small handful, and yanks it out by the roots. The little bit of blood that clings to the end is tasted.*

Not very soft to the touch however.

*Fingers loosen, dropping the mess to the ground.*

Tell me, lovely boy. Is anyone left down here who might, perhaps, be a bit less wet behind the ears?

*Lilith bars her own sharp fangs in a smile.*

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demon_james August 3 2003, 19:07:42 UTC
*Ooo, finally a right proper demoness. I could get to like that.*

Uhm . . . I'm reckoning you'd be meaning Viggo then? Master's 'round somewhere, not certain where though. If he doesn't want to bloody well be found, he won't be.

*I shrug, and take a few steps back, not liking the hair yanking, even if it DOES prove the whole proper demoness thing. Bloody hell, Viggo is the only one I let manhandle me, after all.*

You always Demoness-handle his pets?

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demon_lilith August 3 2003, 19:23:30 UTC
Viggo?

*The name comes out a as whisper, something to be tasted rather than spoken. A deeply inhaled breath follows*

You're Viggo's? Mmm, I should have known. His scent is all over you... but I've been too long breathing brimstone and ash, I suppose.

Well, I suppose he'll turn up when he turns up... in the meantime. I think some exploration is in order. If everyone is going to abandon their positions and leave everything unguarded... a proper spanking of sorts is in order. Perhaps they'll pay better attention in the future.

Tell me, child. Would you care to join me while I fill a few private quarters full of mucus and tar... or do you know where the administrative offices have been housed as of late?

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So darling Viggo and the child are coming to play too... demon_lilith August 5 2003, 12:12:14 UTC
...how wonderful. The virus is great fun... but it's going to be long-term entertainment rather than immediately gratifiying.

*Lilith considers a moment*

Perhaps we can cause a plane crash too while where down there. Those few moments or terror between the point where the passengers realize they're going to die and the impact are delicious.

*Knowing better than to actually touch Viggo uninvited, Lilith offers her extended hand to Elisabeth.*

Elisabeth? *eyes sparkle darkly*

Come along Viggo, my clever darling... and do bring your pretty pet. Let's go have some fun.

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