Night 59: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[Coming from here.]
Daemon glided out into the wider corridor and paused for a moment, letting Renji join him, taking a moment to probe the shadows with his senses, looking for anything out of the norm. There was a tingle down his spine, the sensation of being watched, though he couldn't find its exact location, just the knowledge that it was ( Read more... )
Daemon glided out into the wider corridor and paused for a moment, letting Renji join him, taking a moment to probe the shadows with his senses, looking for anything out of the norm. There was a tingle down his spine, the sensation of being watched, though he couldn't find its exact location, just the knowledge that it was ( Read more... )
Daemon reacted on instinct, stepping into the side, a Black shield snapping into place that had the cat bouncing off it, yowling in pain and surprise when it rammed into an invisible wall. A flick of Daemon's fingers had invisible claws raking across the feline's throat, sending a spray of blood and fur against the wall as he ripped out its throat and left it gurgling its last breath as he turned to face the second one.
This one he didn't bother giving the chance to attack. Lifting his hand, he curled his fingers into a fist, reaching out with Craft to mimic the action. Lips curled into a vicious smile as Daemon squeezed.
There was an explosion of blood, fur, bones and organs as the cat simply splattered, never having even a chance to leap. Something that Daemon was pretty sure had once been a bit of brains bounced off the shield near his shoulder but left not a mark on him, despite the fact that the walls, floor, and a good portion of the ceiling had just been stained red in a spray of blood that still hung heavy in the air, like a mist. All that remained of the cat was a lump of unrecognizable muscle and organs in a sopping pile on the floor.
Daemon eyed it with bored disinterest before adding another inch of air between his feet and the floor. There was no need for him to get messy with this.
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All that hit the ground were pieces of flesh.
Renji pulled Zabimaru back to his katana form and gave the blade a practiced flick to clear it of any blood before sheathing it again.
He sauntered to meet Daemon at the middle of the mess. A spray of blood decorated his right cheek. "Two," he said, then inspected the scattered remains Daemon had left in his wake. "Messy, but stylish."
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It was impossible to tell whether Daemon took a step closer or floated, but whichever it was, he was in front of Renji an instant later, personal space completely disregarded as he lifted a hand and brushed his thumb against Renji's cheek, wiping off the smear of blood. There was something darkly sensual in the move, and dangerous, golden eyes gleaming in the flickering glow of witchfire as the Sadist lingered there for a moment before stepping back once more.
Handkerchief called in from his belongings - and Mother Night was it nice to have that ability back - Daemon wiped off his hand and vanished the piece of material again before turning on his heel and tucking his hands back in his pockets once more and gliding back towards the stairs.
"Coming?" he called nonchalantly over his shoulder to the redhead.
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Renji held his ground as Daemon invaded his personal space, though it was a nearer thing than he liked. He stood stock still and stone faced until the man had moved away. Then he scrubbed at his now clean cheek with his hand, not really aware of the motion.
He'd been on the receiving end of a look like that before, and it hadn't gone well for him. It stirred up memories he didn't care to remember. Because this was Daemon and they were on the same side, and he liked the man.
Still, he stayed at Daemon's side down the hall.
"You know," he said, tone light and conversational, which was a warning all in itself, "you're kind of freaking me out. Next time give me the fucking hanky and I'll deal with it myself like a big boy."
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"I'll try to remember that next time," he commented, warm laughter in his voice as he headed to the stairwell that led upstairs.
[Going to here.]
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