drabble . 016
drabble . 016 -- word of the day: family
fandom: coa
characters: as-of-yet unnamed demon poacher, fortuna
title: demon
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"So," she said, looking down into the polished steel of the knife she held, reflecting back a grin half as warped as the tempest in her head that caused it. "Have any family?"
"Y-yes," the man choked out--paralyzed by fear and it seemed a monumental task to run away when his legs were broken. "Wife--daughter--are you...?"
"Going to kill you?" She laughed, cackled even, something terrifying and dark that bubbled up from inside her, something that lay deeper than logic and rational thought, buried beneath animal instinct and primal urges, clawing its way to the surface--this man had hurt Mikhail, and watching him bleed out all over the forest floor seemed the only way the debt could be paid.
The man before her had seen demons and killed them for their body parts, cutting out eyes for use in powders and blood for use in potions, primitive loa magic embraced even still by the unwashed masses. Who was to say how many he had tortured in kind? They were inhuman, after all; they deserved their slow, painful deaths.
"Of course I'm going to kill you. I was just trying to figure out if I should leave any part of you recognizable for identification."
This man had never met a demon before--not truly. Not compared to this woman.
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Threw the idea of a demon poacher around with Rad and I totally had to write about it. SHE'S MIKHAIL'S NEW GIRLFRIEND, AND SHE'S OUT OF HER MIND.
fandom: coa
characters: as-of-yet unnamed demon poacher, fortuna
title: demon
---
"So," she said, looking down into the polished steel of the knife she held, reflecting back a grin half as warped as the tempest in her head that caused it. "Have any family?"
"Y-yes," the man choked out--paralyzed by fear and it seemed a monumental task to run away when his legs were broken. "Wife--daughter--are you...?"
"Going to kill you?" She laughed, cackled even, something terrifying and dark that bubbled up from inside her, something that lay deeper than logic and rational thought, buried beneath animal instinct and primal urges, clawing its way to the surface--this man had hurt Mikhail, and watching him bleed out all over the forest floor seemed the only way the debt could be paid.
The man before her had seen demons and killed them for their body parts, cutting out eyes for use in powders and blood for use in potions, primitive loa magic embraced even still by the unwashed masses. Who was to say how many he had tortured in kind? They were inhuman, after all; they deserved their slow, painful deaths.
"Of course I'm going to kill you. I was just trying to figure out if I should leave any part of you recognizable for identification."
This man had never met a demon before--not truly. Not compared to this woman.
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Threw the idea of a demon poacher around with Rad and I totally had to write about it. SHE'S MIKHAIL'S NEW GIRLFRIEND, AND SHE'S OUT OF HER MIND.