Beside you[5/?]
Sorry,for whoever-none- who was reading my I don't know what to put it story.
Then,here is the next chapter ^^
Title:Beside you
Rating:Not sure maybe 15
Warning:Violence,blood,sexual references,angst,romance
Genre:Fantasy
Characters: Hiromi:an incubus who was a half-human,now a powerful demon with a ruthless attitude.
incubi can change between male and female form so don't be confused when he is referred to as a "she" at times in the story.
Shiki:a demon who was originally a singing-doll named Nightingale,for his story go to Rose Noir
Missing Pieces
"What to do now? Should I fulfill the request? I will get money enough to search for someone to attach the souls, yet…"
she stopped and moved her hand in a swift motion.
The dolls all came attacking at once, Hiromi had already taken a defensive stance,he took out his hair pin wielding it as a weapon.
"I want that living doll, Nightingale…it was last seen in that castle, but when you left it vanished "
the huntress and the demon exchanged looks."I don't know any living dolls!!"
He knew she won't believe it anyway, while porcelain dolls smashing around him as he keeps dodging them.
Nimble and graceful as if he was dancing.
She made her way to the swarm of dolls surrounding Hiromi, anything standing in her way turns into wreck,
even her own creation of human-like porcelain.
The black haired demon moved to meet her pace, little by little, the gap between them close by, their eyes locked,
crackling of broken porcelain is background noises, and to both doesn't exist anymore.
"You will find Nightingale for me, do that and I will leave you alone"
the huntress said, she gave up on her original mission long ago; she only does things for her own interest.
Of course he wouldn't have heeded her words, just out of spite, leave alone that it concerns his Shiki.
Ruthless Poison
She kept advancing, yet something about the demon felt strange, he held his position, not moving an inch.
His hair covering half of his face, she could make out a faint grin, what he is planning, she wondered.
Her wonderment came to an abrupt halt when he disappeared from her sight.
The Next thing she knew, a sharp object piercing her heart.
The floor beneath her feet was being covered with blood and a dark-almost black red thick liquid.
She looked at Hiromi and saw the hair pin stained with red and black falling with a loud clink on the marble floor
obscured by the interesting color both liquids formed.
The dark liquid's source was none other than the demon himself.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?" she screamed, after realizing what just took place.
To go to such extents, he has to be mad.
Hiromi however didn't even flinch; he only stood there watching her.
"You'll bleed to death!!" she said covering her wound with her hand, in a flimsy attempt to stop the bleeding,
she realized that being infected with a demon's blood meant doom for sure.
"Nightingale is no longer a doll, and he is not an object, he has his own existence…
and the owner of the name Nightingale doesn't exist, …good luck finding him in the afterlife…"
he said to her before pushing her to the floor then exiting the throne room leaving a trail of blood behind as he progressed .
Demise looms over the wretched castle, the incubus spares no one,
he starts with the one who started this mess, the count, who begged for his life, but in vain.
For the previous chapter 4
Then,here is the next chapter ^^
Title:Beside you
Rating:Not sure maybe 15
Warning:Violence,blood,sexual references,angst,romance
Genre:Fantasy
Characters: Hiromi:an incubus who was a half-human,now a powerful demon with a ruthless attitude.
incubi can change between male and female form so don't be confused when he is referred to as a "she" at times in the story.
Shiki:a demon who was originally a singing-doll named Nightingale,for his story go to Rose Noir
Missing Pieces
"What to do now? Should I fulfill the request? I will get money enough to search for someone to attach the souls, yet…"
she stopped and moved her hand in a swift motion.
The dolls all came attacking at once, Hiromi had already taken a defensive stance,he took out his hair pin wielding it as a weapon.
"I want that living doll, Nightingale…it was last seen in that castle, but when you left it vanished "
the huntress and the demon exchanged looks."I don't know any living dolls!!"
He knew she won't believe it anyway, while porcelain dolls smashing around him as he keeps dodging them.
Nimble and graceful as if he was dancing.
She made her way to the swarm of dolls surrounding Hiromi, anything standing in her way turns into wreck,
even her own creation of human-like porcelain.
The black haired demon moved to meet her pace, little by little, the gap between them close by, their eyes locked,
crackling of broken porcelain is background noises, and to both doesn't exist anymore.
"You will find Nightingale for me, do that and I will leave you alone"
the huntress said, she gave up on her original mission long ago; she only does things for her own interest.
Of course he wouldn't have heeded her words, just out of spite, leave alone that it concerns his Shiki.
Ruthless Poison
She kept advancing, yet something about the demon felt strange, he held his position, not moving an inch.
His hair covering half of his face, she could make out a faint grin, what he is planning, she wondered.
Her wonderment came to an abrupt halt when he disappeared from her sight.
The Next thing she knew, a sharp object piercing her heart.
The floor beneath her feet was being covered with blood and a dark-almost black red thick liquid.
She looked at Hiromi and saw the hair pin stained with red and black falling with a loud clink on the marble floor
obscured by the interesting color both liquids formed.
The dark liquid's source was none other than the demon himself.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?" she screamed, after realizing what just took place.
To go to such extents, he has to be mad.
Hiromi however didn't even flinch; he only stood there watching her.
"You'll bleed to death!!" she said covering her wound with her hand, in a flimsy attempt to stop the bleeding,
she realized that being infected with a demon's blood meant doom for sure.
"Nightingale is no longer a doll, and he is not an object, he has his own existence…
and the owner of the name Nightingale doesn't exist, …good luck finding him in the afterlife…"
he said to her before pushing her to the floor then exiting the throne room leaving a trail of blood behind as he progressed .
Demise looms over the wretched castle, the incubus spares no one,
he starts with the one who started this mess, the count, who begged for his life, but in vain.
For the previous chapter 4