10-20-2016, 12:23 PM
Burning, smoldering sensations ripped along the cords of vein in her body. Alex looked down and the rest of the world clouded around her and fell into a foggy, unfocused back round. A dry gulp chaffed her throat as she hastily slurped in a few breaths, eager to cool this sensation she had so long forgotten about.
Pain. That every day thing that humans have to deal with, whether it’s monthly, a surprise illness, chronic, or comes on swiftly with age. Of course, Alex’s body was human, but she had not felt this sensation since her experience with Hell itself. As a demon possessing a human’s body, she could easily segregate any inflicted portion of pain on the body to the human’s soul that is stuck inside. It was really quite simple, and pain was an annoyance at best to demons; torture on the other hand, that was a whole different story.
Today, Alex had been shot in the leg, and her black blood, shining almost with a hue of crimson, poured out of the hole unendingly. The pressure she had put on it hadn’t helped either, nor the stress of battle. Damn. Her dark eyes glittered down, while the demon tried to make sense of this new predicament. She’d been shot hundreds of times before in the past, now the only difference was this world. This world’s kingly god wanted her to know she was nothing but a parasite, well, Alex had a few words for him now too.
The many splashes of blood pooled through the cracks of the shifting raft the magician had materialized, no doubt, drawing any stray sharks or lurking monsters below the surface, to the bitter and iconic taste, reminding all those predators the triumphant and power-inducing flavors that would be delivered when dining on a demon. The bark from trees dug into her derriere uncomfortably, and had she not been bleeding the fuck out, forced to sit down on this swaying nightmare, the demon would’ve sat on one of the floating dead men’s corpses, corpses from the mismatched wreckage that occasionally grounded up against the sides of their square raft.
The mage was making small talk, meanwhile Alex tried to wrap her shiny black jacket around the injury, trying to remember basic first aid, then seeing if it was in her human’s memory files. Nope. S. O. L. Meanwhile, she might as well request an S. O. S. too.
The captain, sitting not-so-smugly in his corner of the raft, offered no favors as she looked at the jacket he was wearing. Back in the old days, she would’ve ripped off his arms and his jacket at the same time, but right now, that wasn’t the mask she was so proudly wearing today. Today, it was a weak, little woman, injured after blowing up a fucking battle ship, with not a single crease of pain on her perfectly stoic face, with mystery following her as a shadow that Magus now asked more about.
The woman eyed the shining glob of matter glowing over some ocean waves, hopefully there would be a fucking first aid kit on what she assumed would soon be a boat. Alex admitted to herself, that she was impressed. Primes had power, and she was sure he was immortal too. Following in Christa’s footsteps had better pay off, else she might just have to resort to rituals of her own, regarding immortality.
“How did you come here?” he repeated, not the kind of man who prized being patient, especially after the day he’s had so far. Captain over there might just dump him the second the day is made, since the layers behind his face told her Magus owed him a new ship. Alex would see how that played out later... It could be very opportunistic to have the Prime in her debt.
“Hmm?” her eyes lifted from her ‘mess’ to show him that she was preoccupied, but not enough that she couldn’t spare him some time, while he was making them a safer vessel, “To the Omniverse? Well... It’s a bit of a long story.”
Magus lifted his brows, and Alex noted the creases of a resting expression that never seemed to change from the man’s face. Hmph. She’d find out the source soon enough, until then, it was time to spin a web of well-thought-out lies, twist the truth into one that was believable, reasonable, and seasoned to this man’s tastes. And so she began, strategically choosing a relatable beginning, all good stories started on a basis that could be understood by the general public. Eh-hem, her voice became modulated with every slanting tune of each word.
“I was... Asleep when it happened. I woke up, and someone was on top of me, in the darkness I saw a flash of fangs coming down on me, I wasn’t sure what to do, but he was so close to chomping my neck, I grabbed the thing closest to me -a dead branch- and hit his head with such force, that it rolled right off. I was startled, and it splattered all over me, and most of all, thought I’d wake up after my fright was over. So I waited, and no crickets chirped, I wasn’t sure how much time had passed. I was in a dark forest that I later learned was known as the Pale Moors. Monsters chortled in the night while supernatural forces hurtled all around me, but I didn’t see of it. After wandering, I finally found some normal-looking people who were camping, but after approaching them, I found they were each monsters in their own way. It was a father and son, they seemed pleasant enough, and they welcomed me to their campsite, to warm by the fire, since it was still night time and very cold. They told me where I was, what I was, but they showed me what they were, when they killed each other without hesitation. But, I admit...” her eyes looked up, a small painful twinge in them, one that glittered with the well-lit sun lounging high above.
“I helped the son do it. And y’know, I thought it was strange that I had just been wondering in vampire-infested forests and I was lucky enough to find decent people. It all happened at once, I asked why they were out here, and had explained why I was a mess, covered in vampire blood, since they thought I was a monster myself. The father answered with a drunken smile, ‘I came out here to kill my son,’ and then, turned on the boy with the flames licking his chin and casting shadows in the hollows of his eyes. That’s when I grabbed a hunting rifle sitting near me, before the man could draw, but the kid grabbed it from me, and I let him. There were two gunshots, one fatal, one in the gut. I ran after that. I left the father to die,” she concluded, her story was not even a bit elusive, which was key to telling a true story. Of course, she ‘remembered’ it a little different than it had really happened, but that didn’t take away a single ounce of the guilty feeling she implied. Her eyes read: It was all my fault. Had I not stumbled into their campsite...
Magus could see the way she’d demolished that ship, that she was a warrior, and this altercation between family, father and son, was not the kind of blood she ever thirsted for. Or at least, that’s what Alex hoped she saw. Being cold, and pretending to be, only got people so far, mercy, guilt, burdens, and sympathy were the emotions humans thrived on, to feel alive. Honesty, such as admitting she was a demon who bought souls for the King of Hell, was not something she told to just anyone, especially not when she had something to lose. But, the blood was all there, thick and black, and oozing lifelessly over the newly painted bark.
Decisions, decisions.. The woman pondered, her thoughts were full of turmoil, from the screeches of pain that still throbbed from her leg, but it looked like the ship was almost made, which gave her a fresh sense of hope. “The world I came from before, is called Earth, and there, I was a part of an organization. I had power, wealth, esteem, merit, and ambition, but now here, everything was taken from me, stripped. So I plan to see the one called Omni, and see about fixing that. This place has made me much weaker,” she offered this information, since she had evidence, and it only reinforced the truths she had already told.
“I don’t usually bleed.”
Pain. That every day thing that humans have to deal with, whether it’s monthly, a surprise illness, chronic, or comes on swiftly with age. Of course, Alex’s body was human, but she had not felt this sensation since her experience with Hell itself. As a demon possessing a human’s body, she could easily segregate any inflicted portion of pain on the body to the human’s soul that is stuck inside. It was really quite simple, and pain was an annoyance at best to demons; torture on the other hand, that was a whole different story.
Today, Alex had been shot in the leg, and her black blood, shining almost with a hue of crimson, poured out of the hole unendingly. The pressure she had put on it hadn’t helped either, nor the stress of battle. Damn. Her dark eyes glittered down, while the demon tried to make sense of this new predicament. She’d been shot hundreds of times before in the past, now the only difference was this world. This world’s kingly god wanted her to know she was nothing but a parasite, well, Alex had a few words for him now too.
The many splashes of blood pooled through the cracks of the shifting raft the magician had materialized, no doubt, drawing any stray sharks or lurking monsters below the surface, to the bitter and iconic taste, reminding all those predators the triumphant and power-inducing flavors that would be delivered when dining on a demon. The bark from trees dug into her derriere uncomfortably, and had she not been bleeding the fuck out, forced to sit down on this swaying nightmare, the demon would’ve sat on one of the floating dead men’s corpses, corpses from the mismatched wreckage that occasionally grounded up against the sides of their square raft.
The mage was making small talk, meanwhile Alex tried to wrap her shiny black jacket around the injury, trying to remember basic first aid, then seeing if it was in her human’s memory files. Nope. S. O. L. Meanwhile, she might as well request an S. O. S. too.
The captain, sitting not-so-smugly in his corner of the raft, offered no favors as she looked at the jacket he was wearing. Back in the old days, she would’ve ripped off his arms and his jacket at the same time, but right now, that wasn’t the mask she was so proudly wearing today. Today, it was a weak, little woman, injured after blowing up a fucking battle ship, with not a single crease of pain on her perfectly stoic face, with mystery following her as a shadow that Magus now asked more about.
The woman eyed the shining glob of matter glowing over some ocean waves, hopefully there would be a fucking first aid kit on what she assumed would soon be a boat. Alex admitted to herself, that she was impressed. Primes had power, and she was sure he was immortal too. Following in Christa’s footsteps had better pay off, else she might just have to resort to rituals of her own, regarding immortality.
“How did you come here?” he repeated, not the kind of man who prized being patient, especially after the day he’s had so far. Captain over there might just dump him the second the day is made, since the layers behind his face told her Magus owed him a new ship. Alex would see how that played out later... It could be very opportunistic to have the Prime in her debt.
“Hmm?” her eyes lifted from her ‘mess’ to show him that she was preoccupied, but not enough that she couldn’t spare him some time, while he was making them a safer vessel, “To the Omniverse? Well... It’s a bit of a long story.”
Magus lifted his brows, and Alex noted the creases of a resting expression that never seemed to change from the man’s face. Hmph. She’d find out the source soon enough, until then, it was time to spin a web of well-thought-out lies, twist the truth into one that was believable, reasonable, and seasoned to this man’s tastes. And so she began, strategically choosing a relatable beginning, all good stories started on a basis that could be understood by the general public. Eh-hem, her voice became modulated with every slanting tune of each word.
“I was... Asleep when it happened. I woke up, and someone was on top of me, in the darkness I saw a flash of fangs coming down on me, I wasn’t sure what to do, but he was so close to chomping my neck, I grabbed the thing closest to me -a dead branch- and hit his head with such force, that it rolled right off. I was startled, and it splattered all over me, and most of all, thought I’d wake up after my fright was over. So I waited, and no crickets chirped, I wasn’t sure how much time had passed. I was in a dark forest that I later learned was known as the Pale Moors. Monsters chortled in the night while supernatural forces hurtled all around me, but I didn’t see of it. After wandering, I finally found some normal-looking people who were camping, but after approaching them, I found they were each monsters in their own way. It was a father and son, they seemed pleasant enough, and they welcomed me to their campsite, to warm by the fire, since it was still night time and very cold. They told me where I was, what I was, but they showed me what they were, when they killed each other without hesitation. But, I admit...” her eyes looked up, a small painful twinge in them, one that glittered with the well-lit sun lounging high above.
“I helped the son do it. And y’know, I thought it was strange that I had just been wondering in vampire-infested forests and I was lucky enough to find decent people. It all happened at once, I asked why they were out here, and had explained why I was a mess, covered in vampire blood, since they thought I was a monster myself. The father answered with a drunken smile, ‘I came out here to kill my son,’ and then, turned on the boy with the flames licking his chin and casting shadows in the hollows of his eyes. That’s when I grabbed a hunting rifle sitting near me, before the man could draw, but the kid grabbed it from me, and I let him. There were two gunshots, one fatal, one in the gut. I ran after that. I left the father to die,” she concluded, her story was not even a bit elusive, which was key to telling a true story. Of course, she ‘remembered’ it a little different than it had really happened, but that didn’t take away a single ounce of the guilty feeling she implied. Her eyes read: It was all my fault. Had I not stumbled into their campsite...
Magus could see the way she’d demolished that ship, that she was a warrior, and this altercation between family, father and son, was not the kind of blood she ever thirsted for. Or at least, that’s what Alex hoped she saw. Being cold, and pretending to be, only got people so far, mercy, guilt, burdens, and sympathy were the emotions humans thrived on, to feel alive. Honesty, such as admitting she was a demon who bought souls for the King of Hell, was not something she told to just anyone, especially not when she had something to lose. But, the blood was all there, thick and black, and oozing lifelessly over the newly painted bark.
Decisions, decisions.. The woman pondered, her thoughts were full of turmoil, from the screeches of pain that still throbbed from her leg, but it looked like the ship was almost made, which gave her a fresh sense of hope. “The world I came from before, is called Earth, and there, I was a part of an organization. I had power, wealth, esteem, merit, and ambition, but now here, everything was taken from me, stripped. So I plan to see the one called Omni, and see about fixing that. This place has made me much weaker,” she offered this information, since she had evidence, and it only reinforced the truths she had already told.
“I don’t usually bleed.”
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