i find a need to be the demon, a demon cannot be hurt [Locked]

[wraithwithwings]

There's an unsavory character hanging out in a back alley, somewhere close to the Conrad. Of course, this is not entirely out of place in Chicago, but when one is a Behemoth who killed someone in this area only a short time ago, it doesn't really bode well for anyone involved

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[terriblexangels]

Alma hasn't left the hotel since the massacre at the Kashtta. Mitsuki hired counselor after counselor to get her out of what was almost a catatonic funk to little avail, but eventually she eased out of it on her own and when she did, she had a horrible hunger to hunt.

She shouldn't be out here on her own. She should have begged Mitsuki or Martin to take her along when they hunted, but she's trying to pretend that she's okay and that she's not a terrible person because she lost herself back at the Kashtta and kiled some of her own kind.

Maybe if she kills a demon or two tonight, she'll feel better. That's why she's wandering around in the dark places- alleys and the more sinister areas of the park. Right now it's an alley and she can feel something's wrong already, but she's not going to bail out now.

[wraithwithwings]

Wraith stands up a little straighter, narrowing hir eyes at this newcomer. She looks as though she's... hunting something. And that's interesting. That's very, very interesting. This should be worthwhile.

Shi drops the cigarette along the wall and starts slowly moving towards her, eyes fixed on the sweet spot of her throat, where the jugular vein lies so tantalizingly close to the surface. It's hir favorite target on the humanoid body, and a little shiver of anticipation goes down hir spine. Shi can taste the fear already.

Shi tamps down the slightly creepy smile, just a tad. Wouldn't do to scare off the meat so quickly. "Didn't your mother ever tell you to stay out of dark alleys?" shi says with a smirk.

[terriblexangels]

Alma starts a little, but she quickly covers it up, standing a little straighter herself. She looks helpless, because that's the idea- look enough like a sweet, little girl and people won't think much of you. It works better if you're a little bit stronger than the average archangel and she was always below the line in that regard, but that didn't mean she was weak... Not really anyway.

Her wings itch, but she's not close enough to tell if she's staring at a demon or just some skeevy guy in the alley, but the way he's staring at her neck makes her think the former... That or a vampire, and God she hopes not, because she doesn't have the skillset to deal with a vampire.

"Didn't yours?" She shoots back. Her knives are strapped to her ankles hidden by her long skirt and there's a gun in a holster well concealed underneath her bulky sweater. If this guy tries anything, she's prepared.

[wraithwithwings]

Wraith grins, and there's nothing pleasant about it. "No, that she didn't." Shi still can't tell for sure if this is an angel or not, but at this point, shi doesn't even care. There's something about this one... it will be so sweet to rip out that pretty little throat, regardless of her species.

Shi's close enough now, so close, almost in pouncing distance. And shi'd really rather not ruin hir clothes, but this is the best-looking prey shi's had in months, so sacrifices can be made for the sake of the hunt. They're just clothes, smelling of human stink. Fur is much... much better.

And so without further ado, shi reaches inside hirself, and drags the demonic panther howling into hir consciousness, splitting hir clothes and replacing weak teeth with fangs, fingernails with claws, transforming into a hellish predator that shi enjoys being very, very much. Hir blood sings as shi growls triumphantly, finally getting the proper scent. Angel. Excellent. Shi pounces.