01-15-2018, 01:48 AM
Fools, the lot of them. Nothing but a pack of gods-damned fools. A pack of mindless individulas who cared about nothing beyond the day to day meanial task of staying alive. No matter if it brought with them pain and ruin. No matter if it brought with them death and suffering. No matter if by their own inaction, they were the ones who perpetrated this, this mockery of a life. Scrounging for food, and finding solace at the bottom of a bottle or in a cloud of hazy smoke. Disgusting.
Pushing his way through the crowd, Koal entered the pizza joint once again, feeling a wave of smells, sounds, and emotions hit him like a tidal wave on the beach. He could feel their fears, their hopes, their very sin... Like a void, his essence wrapped around their, and drained it of the malevolence in their hearts. He fed on their ignorance, their hatred, their pain, their suffering. All of it, and more. Thus is how a demon survives.
'Doesn't mean I have to be happy with it.'
Koal heard the whisper in the back of his mind, and almost curled his lip at the weakness in that statement. He regretted opening up to Jacket. It made him feel weak and helpless. Even then, he could feel a sort of bind forming between them. Despite the facade of brovado he wore, Koa could see the pain. He missed his beloved. In that pain, the Demon found a kindred spirit. He could see the fury in Jackets eyes. The way he tensed whenever she crossed his mind, or the way he used the violence as a way of atoning for his inability to protect her.
"Its a damn waste of time. She will come back, in time. This cyclical hell will release no one from its clutches." He muttered stepping over the threshold, into the diner. He weaved through myriad of patrons, some human and many not. Aliens...beasts...robots...did that blob just eat that girl? No, just a trick of the light. He saw a couple cutely feeding each other pizza. In the corner, where the light barely shone, he saw two shadowy figures conversing, dressed in immaculate black suits, with a dark brown leather briefcase sat next to the man on the far side. An illegal business deal, no doubt. And Koal didn't recognize him from any of the gangs that Doom had told him about. A non-westsider. Shaking his head, he continued his way to the booth that he and Jacket were at earlier, only to find a young woman and a man seated there. The woman didn't seem to be much, with caramel colored hair held back by a unique hairband to reveal high cheekbones and chocolate-colored eyes. The man had silver hair, a myriad of scars on his olive skin and...Horns? Looking back at the girl, he saw her hairband was actually a set of black horns curling slightly around her temples. Interesting.
"Excuse me, sir? You've been staring at me for a minute now? Is there something I can help you with?" Her bright voice fit her stature and appearance, and the words sent a jolt of shock down his spine.
"Oh! Apologies miss. I didn't mean to offend. Ill just be on me way..." Koal turned to leave and rejoin Jacket, but as he turned, he felt something lock onto his forearm in a vice-grip.
"You. You're like us." The man's voice was deep and timbre, sending vibrations through Koals chest when he spoke. They held a raw power to them, and Koal felt all but compelled to listen. As his arm was released, Koal cautiously turned back around, rubbing his chaffed arm with the other.
"You say were alike... How?"
"You have a void in you, boy. One that hungers and cannot be sated. We have commonalities in our blood, child. The blood of demons."
"Sorry about him! He's always so serious and cryptic. Bleh! My name is Sarah, but everyone round' these parts calls me Cheshire!" She smiled wide, and Koal realized why she had been dubbed with that moniker. Her teeth were pearly white, and sharp. Sharper than his own, if he had to venture a guess. He shuddered internally and pondered what she was, and he turned to the man, gesturing to him.
"And you are...?"
"You may call me Tobias."
"Pleasure to meet you Sarah, Tobias. My name is Koal." He bowed his head slightly, making Tobias huff in something akin to appreciation.
"You see, Cheshire, this one has known me for all of two minutes and still affords me respect. You could learn from him."
"Nope!"
"Grrrr..."
"Ah don't mind him, he's a big softie. Here, you can sit next to me. Promise I dont bite..." Koal sat down next to her, and stiffened as she leaned on his arm, her body practically molding to the side of his body as she whispered in his ear.
"...Much."
Looking over at her with the driest expression he could muster, He looked at her mischevious eyes and smiling expression before he let a smirk crack across his lips.
"Kinky."
He heard a noise of disgust from across the table which was quickly drowned out by Sarah's laughter.
"Ah, I like you! This is gonna be fun!"
"It think you may be right, Sarah. Just maybe."
Pushing his way through the crowd, Koal entered the pizza joint once again, feeling a wave of smells, sounds, and emotions hit him like a tidal wave on the beach. He could feel their fears, their hopes, their very sin... Like a void, his essence wrapped around their, and drained it of the malevolence in their hearts. He fed on their ignorance, their hatred, their pain, their suffering. All of it, and more. Thus is how a demon survives.
'Doesn't mean I have to be happy with it.'
Koal heard the whisper in the back of his mind, and almost curled his lip at the weakness in that statement. He regretted opening up to Jacket. It made him feel weak and helpless. Even then, he could feel a sort of bind forming between them. Despite the facade of brovado he wore, Koa could see the pain. He missed his beloved. In that pain, the Demon found a kindred spirit. He could see the fury in Jackets eyes. The way he tensed whenever she crossed his mind, or the way he used the violence as a way of atoning for his inability to protect her.
"Its a damn waste of time. She will come back, in time. This cyclical hell will release no one from its clutches." He muttered stepping over the threshold, into the diner. He weaved through myriad of patrons, some human and many not. Aliens...beasts...robots...did that blob just eat that girl? No, just a trick of the light. He saw a couple cutely feeding each other pizza. In the corner, where the light barely shone, he saw two shadowy figures conversing, dressed in immaculate black suits, with a dark brown leather briefcase sat next to the man on the far side. An illegal business deal, no doubt. And Koal didn't recognize him from any of the gangs that Doom had told him about. A non-westsider. Shaking his head, he continued his way to the booth that he and Jacket were at earlier, only to find a young woman and a man seated there. The woman didn't seem to be much, with caramel colored hair held back by a unique hairband to reveal high cheekbones and chocolate-colored eyes. The man had silver hair, a myriad of scars on his olive skin and...Horns? Looking back at the girl, he saw her hairband was actually a set of black horns curling slightly around her temples. Interesting.
"Excuse me, sir? You've been staring at me for a minute now? Is there something I can help you with?" Her bright voice fit her stature and appearance, and the words sent a jolt of shock down his spine.
"Oh! Apologies miss. I didn't mean to offend. Ill just be on me way..." Koal turned to leave and rejoin Jacket, but as he turned, he felt something lock onto his forearm in a vice-grip.
"You. You're like us." The man's voice was deep and timbre, sending vibrations through Koals chest when he spoke. They held a raw power to them, and Koal felt all but compelled to listen. As his arm was released, Koal cautiously turned back around, rubbing his chaffed arm with the other.
"You say were alike... How?"
"You have a void in you, boy. One that hungers and cannot be sated. We have commonalities in our blood, child. The blood of demons."
"Sorry about him! He's always so serious and cryptic. Bleh! My name is Sarah, but everyone round' these parts calls me Cheshire!" She smiled wide, and Koal realized why she had been dubbed with that moniker. Her teeth were pearly white, and sharp. Sharper than his own, if he had to venture a guess. He shuddered internally and pondered what she was, and he turned to the man, gesturing to him.
"And you are...?"
"You may call me Tobias."
"Pleasure to meet you Sarah, Tobias. My name is Koal." He bowed his head slightly, making Tobias huff in something akin to appreciation.
"You see, Cheshire, this one has known me for all of two minutes and still affords me respect. You could learn from him."
"Nope!"
"Grrrr..."
"Ah don't mind him, he's a big softie. Here, you can sit next to me. Promise I dont bite..." Koal sat down next to her, and stiffened as she leaned on his arm, her body practically molding to the side of his body as she whispered in his ear.
"...Much."
Looking over at her with the driest expression he could muster, He looked at her mischevious eyes and smiling expression before he let a smirk crack across his lips.
"Kinky."
He heard a noise of disgust from across the table which was quickly drowned out by Sarah's laughter.
"Ah, I like you! This is gonna be fun!"
"It think you may be right, Sarah. Just maybe."
"...If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables