Painting with Luci

[Kuzuru]

Well now, this had turned from a pretty good dream to a damned excellent one. Kuzuru inhaled, sucking in as much blood-scent as his nostrils would hold. What was sour to most held a sweet intoxicating edge for the demon. He shuddered. His body was on fire, thousands of nerve endings bristling with sensation. Still as much blood as this was it all felt hollow underneath. To him it was whipped cream, sweet and light, but full of air. There was no purpose behind this storm of sanguine liquid. Bloodshed without purpose, without reason, was a hollow treat. Kuzuru glanced towards the other two and locked eyes with the psychedelic dreamer.

“Will you be joining us Mr. Bounty Hunter?” Luci asked.

Kuzuru smirked and answered, “I’d be delighted to, though, I’d appreciate it if you asked your boyfriend there to stop giving me the evil eye.”

The sage did not respond. Kuzuru waited for a moment and then addressed him, “you don’t care for me do you?”

“A surprisingly astute observation for one so crass,” the sage answered and turned his attention towards the helm.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, I’ve got interests other than your death atop my list” Kuzuru called after the sage and then turned his attention towards Luci, “so darling, and forgive me if I’m being forward, but it’s been bugging me for a while, are you even human?”