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Who: Jenova and [ open to: Kadaj, Loz, Yazoo and anyone that wanted to get their shit messed up ]
When: Midnight.
Where: Undisclosed location in the woods.
Rating: TBA.
Warnings: Violence, murder, and bloodshed to be sure.
Summary: Jenova’s feeling reasonably rejuvenated and she’s got a serious bone to pick with a certain someone, but she’s ( Read more... )
Stepping around a patch of twiggy brush, he saw Makubex floored, long legs spread out before him. Just a boy ... slim, and perhaps even a bit smaller than he anticipated with a certain kind of fragile beauty to him. Were her heart made of something warmer, it might be safe to say that Jenova had taken a frail liking to him, something purely superficial, at best. His eyes wouldn't recognize her, but she was curious to know what he was feeling ... what his blood was doing as she closed the distance between them.
Gentle, soft-spoken, innocent. A lamb. A precious sacrificial lamb that had come wandering lost into their midst. “How unfortunate…” He really shouldn't have been out there. Either way, the pleasure was all hers. ‘Sephiroth’ moved toward him another step and paused, practically daring him to move with a look that told him he’d better not. With leisured grace, he pressed the cold steel of Masamune to the boy’s cheek, staring down at him with a blank fascination as Jenova stealthily plunged invisible fingers into his subconscious. She probed gently, just barely scraping the surface of the obvious, and shifted the blade from Makubex’s cheek to his defenseless neck.
“Do you want to die?” The threat of death spilled like so much velvet as he pressed the dangerous edge a bit more insistently into the tender flesh so that a thin red line went trickling down his neck. He alleviated the pressure just enough to drag the metal across the boy’s skin without bleeding him to death, but another line came... and another. Then he touched the tip of his blade to where the hollow of Makubex’s neck would be. Taunting…
“I can carve you slowly, if you’d like…” He could even make it so that it didn’t have to hurt, if he were so inclined. Looking at his face though, Jenova imagined only the beauty of the pain she could make there. The tip of the blade hovered away from his neck then, drifting carefully down the center of the boy’s chest, and trailing dangerously down the length of his abdomen where it stilled at his navel. There was just a taste of the sword’s sharpness when he did, barely tickling him with the point“-But I’m afraid I do have other matters to tend to.” With the suddenness of finality, Sephiroth drew his sword back and let it fall.
The blow wasn’t struck to kill, but perhaps it would teach him a little something about wandering the woods late at night.
Sleep, little Demon King…
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The boy's eyes squeezed shut at the mental invasion. Try as he might, he couldn't close off his mind, his fear overriding nearly everything else. When the blade made its first cut, Makubex let slip a tiny gasp, more from shock than pain. He bit his lip against the rest, refusing to give the man any further satisfaction.
He left the questions unanswered. Clearly, the attacker could find them himself, if he were so inclined.
He watched as the blade traveled downward, inhaling, trying to make himself as small as possible, looking for any possible escape. Any moment of distraction. ...anything.
When the blow finally came, the boy couldn't hold back a small, strangled cry before the world went completely black.
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