04-13-2017, 10:23 PM
As his blade sunk deep within Haunter’s semi-physical form Kuzuru felt a great series of emotions wash over him. For the briefest of moments a connection was made. Hundreds of thousands of souls turned their eyes upon the demon, and they were not pleased. Every last soul ever swallowed by his own cursed blade reached out to his psyche. They screamed, and raged, and thrashed against their eternal imprisonment. This backlash was shared with Haunter and the pokemon shuddered. Its bloodshot eyes narrowed upon the blade that brought about its end.
“They’re so loud,” it said, its voice quiet, “and so very angry.”
”Lovely isn't it?" The demon asked and added, "their anguish gets me out of bed in the morning."
A candle was snuffed and Haunter’s form flickered out of existence. Kuzuru sheathed his weapon and looked around. His red eyes peered out from beneath the remains of his jackal mask. The Sage’s body was still convulsing as whatever wicked ichor afflicted him worked its way through his body. Luci sat crouched over her fallen comrade, trying her best to steady him. Chicken mask man stood stoic, hovering near the edge of the group. For a moment the two locked eyes, and Kuzuru’s stomach growled. His unyielding hunger called out for Jacket’s blood, but his battered body made him think better of it.
“Well princess,” Kuzuru said, his gaze resting upon Luci, “what now?”
She pointed upwards. Tempestuous clouds broke and gave way to gentle light. Cold was replaced with a pillowy warmth and the world around them unfurled. Astral knots uncoiled themselves, revealing a city. It was imperfect, but it was not malicious. Graffiti scoured the walls and faceless busybodies wandered the streets. There was no more gore. There were no more masks. Kuzuru sniffed the air and found the scent of flowers. He crinkled his nose and spat against the concrete. The demon removed his mask, revealing a bloodied face.
“Well how about that,” Kuzuru said, sheathing his weapon, “how’s the old man?”
“He’ll be fine,” Luci said.
“Shame this is just a dream.”
Luci glanced at The Sage, “it’s more than just a dream.”
Kuzuru wiped blood from his eyes and yawned.
“Well whatever it is, I’m bored with it,” he said, “suppose it’s time for me to wake up, can’t be sleeping all day now can I?”
The demon turned his back on the trio and began to walk down the alleyway. He whistled an off-beat tune to himself and shove his hands in the tattered remains of his hoodie. He stopped. He glanced over his shoulder and caught Luci’s gaze.
“Don't forget about our date now darling, I’m looking forward to it,” he said, paused, and added, “oh, and when your boyfriend wakes up tell him that I’m looking forward to meeting him again, ciao.”
With that the devil stepped into the concrete jungle and vanished.
“They’re so loud,” it said, its voice quiet, “and so very angry.”
”Lovely isn't it?" The demon asked and added, "their anguish gets me out of bed in the morning."
A candle was snuffed and Haunter’s form flickered out of existence. Kuzuru sheathed his weapon and looked around. His red eyes peered out from beneath the remains of his jackal mask. The Sage’s body was still convulsing as whatever wicked ichor afflicted him worked its way through his body. Luci sat crouched over her fallen comrade, trying her best to steady him. Chicken mask man stood stoic, hovering near the edge of the group. For a moment the two locked eyes, and Kuzuru’s stomach growled. His unyielding hunger called out for Jacket’s blood, but his battered body made him think better of it.
“Well princess,” Kuzuru said, his gaze resting upon Luci, “what now?”
She pointed upwards. Tempestuous clouds broke and gave way to gentle light. Cold was replaced with a pillowy warmth and the world around them unfurled. Astral knots uncoiled themselves, revealing a city. It was imperfect, but it was not malicious. Graffiti scoured the walls and faceless busybodies wandered the streets. There was no more gore. There were no more masks. Kuzuru sniffed the air and found the scent of flowers. He crinkled his nose and spat against the concrete. The demon removed his mask, revealing a bloodied face.
“Well how about that,” Kuzuru said, sheathing his weapon, “how’s the old man?”
“He’ll be fine,” Luci said.
“Shame this is just a dream.”
Luci glanced at The Sage, “it’s more than just a dream.”
Kuzuru wiped blood from his eyes and yawned.
“Well whatever it is, I’m bored with it,” he said, “suppose it’s time for me to wake up, can’t be sleeping all day now can I?”
The demon turned his back on the trio and began to walk down the alleyway. He whistled an off-beat tune to himself and shove his hands in the tattered remains of his hoodie. He stopped. He glanced over his shoulder and caught Luci’s gaze.
“Don't forget about our date now darling, I’m looking forward to it,” he said, paused, and added, “oh, and when your boyfriend wakes up tell him that I’m looking forward to meeting him again, ciao.”
With that the devil stepped into the concrete jungle and vanished.
Quote: [spoiler] Had a great time writing this with you guys and hope to write again with you all in the future! Thanks for having me.[/spoiler]
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