[thread]

[brandedbroken]

Who: Belial, Fuyumine, and Casca
Where: Outside of Fuyumine's apartment complex in the Abyss
When: Evening
Summary: Casca's wandered back to the Old Guy who previously fed her, and Belial shows up. Chaos ensues, because Belial is Belial.
Rating: M.
Other: Belial.

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[stainedecstasy]

The demon knew there was something different in the air; it smelt of pomegranates and lemons, soaking in deep rich blood of naivety and brutality. It was intoxicating and felt like a syringe with an oversized needle that dug so deeply into the crease of hir arm that would have eventually reached the bone. Belial followed the scent with anticipation in hir top hat, decadent elegance, painted face and a cane with a skull on the hint. Sie fingered the skulls eye sockets with long blackened fingernails.

Recently the demon could have been found in the warehouse filled with child half-eaten corpses and bony thin carcass’ however, once a dark-skinned young woman was in sight, the demon slid up behind hir like a serpent with bared fangs and let hir thumb briefly massage under the skull, letting a small sound of metal emitting from it and said with venom laced whispers. "Ah, my. Such a pretty little thing, are you not?" Sie did not even notice that the apartment building which towered over them housed the scarred swordsman.

[milvinae]

It was coincidence, more than anything, as to why Casca wasn't simply murdered then at there -- coincidence that Fuyumine had decided to see off the girl today, instead of simply letting her wander off on her own -- coincidence that he stood at the entrance to the building, idly watching her amble off. What wasn't coincidence, was that he felt the malice before it was visible -- the Mad Hatter always did carry the scent of desecration with her. He only had to watch for a moment, to take in the play of slender fingers over dark skin, and the slightest movement of too-red lips before he knew that this wouldn't end very prettily

[brandedbroken]

One moment, she was aware of the apple resting prettily on her head; the next, it was rolling away from her on the sidewalk, and she had a hand to her chest where the brand eternally marked her skin above her right breast. Casca fisted the fabric of her shirt damp to her touch - damp with blood. It was bleeding. A terrible, terrible feeling made the hair at the back of her neck stand on end.

Ah, my. Such a pretty little thing, are you not?

Something about the lavish voice spoken oh-so-sickly-sweet behind her made her skin crawl. "Aaaau... uouuu..." She murmured quietly as if talking to herself--

Then another voice. A familiar one. The Man was between them in one swift motion, sword at ready. Her eyes followed the light glittering off the blade before resting at his back, then settling on hir. Something pressed at the base of her skull most uncomfortably.

[stainedecstasy]

Sie was quickly to remove that pretty little head from that pretty little neck and proceed to do what sie was to wish with it, and yet! - Hir sword was not even unsheathed from the cane! Ah - such an old-fashioned way of killing, yes, but always so effective and clean, and Belial would have liked the young woman’s corpse to be clean-cut in s many little pieces and placed on a platter. Oh surely, entrails exploding would have been much more entertaining, a bloodied mess, but where was the elegance in that