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Pursuing Paradise
On any other day he would have loved the season. The leaves turning from their original green to a beautiful gold and an iridescent orange. Ah, the fall. But, on this particular day rain fell in thick, never ending sheets from a nearly black sky only lit up by thunder roaring and lightning forking the sky. His long black hair flew every which way while he pressed on, feet splattering in puddles, golden eyes blazing. Then finally his eyes fell upon a quite large house slightly obscured by a thicket of trees and decided to make his way there to find shelter. Now he had a goal his pace quickened and he traversed the three miles in mere minutes. It was clear that the house was vacant, it’s owner was clearly not home and so he decided to try he front door. Daemon had expected it to be locked however he still sighed. “Bloody hell.” He quickly looked around, his eyes scanning the darkness for possible snoopers. Seeing no one he quickly broke open the door and happily walked into the house. Since he broke the door he figured there was no point in trying to close it. Dripping everywhere he made his wet way around the house, the kitchen for a drink and the living room for a seat. He left a path of droplets everywhere he went, finally dropping down on the couch silently cursing the rain as he partook of the beverage he took from the kitchen. His eyes never left the rain and pulling his upper lip into a snarl he suspected it not to stop before the house its owner returned. As he partook of his drink he heard rustling in the bushes outside, these were clearly no animal its movements an so he rose and hid within the shadows as two whispering voices came closer and closer. The two men sneaked inside he opened door as Daemon watched them from his dark hiding spot, calmly wondering if and how he should confront them. While they were sneaking and laughing one of them looked right into Daemons amber ones and stopped in his tracks. It eas clear by his face and immediate trembling he could feel the darkness that seeped from the man his. A small smile tugged on Daemon his lips and the man turned around and threw a fist at his companion, hitting him in the back of the head. “Ah! Carl What the fuck?!” Enraged his eyes fell on Carl and he gazed into two empty eyes, as if Carl wasn’t inside off there. He tried to ward off Carl his blows but with not much success and within seconds he dropped to the floor where Carl followed and kept beating. “Enough.” Daemon his voice seemed disembodied, demonic even. He came from the shadows, pale skin seemingly glowing and his eyes cold. “Best flee, all of this blood has famished me.” Immediately Carl fled whimpering and crying, he knew his friend was dead but this golden eyed thing was surely too much to handle.. He propped up the man his body on the couch and sat next to it burying his fangs in his wrist slowly draining the warm liquid from his veins. He let out a satisfactory breathe and reveled in the high of human blood. A red haze floating through his brain.
Another busy day at the office. He often often dreams about the vast grassy plains where the wind touches his face and fills his nose with the fresh scent of nature, a calm overcomes him and he would drift of as he lies there in the grass, forgetting the world around him. The earth would caress his body and the cool breeze would lighten his worries, but as a coffee mug was put down on the table, reality had pulled him back.
Without remembering any of the words spoken in the meeting at all, he stood up, tighten his tie and spoke after remaining quiet.
“That concludes our 5 PM meeting” His tiresome yet stern voice commanded, and he left as his last word was uttered.
Any one in the room had close to no right to judge his character. He is the CEO after all, and despite his attitude, he delivers and fulfills this role truly. Though ever since his father had passed, there were words of his incompetence in the matter, but of course he proved to be as vicious as his father and thus not to be undermined with.
He walked into his office, pass his secretary, who was stationed right in front. “No more calls or meetings” He said and opened a window and lit up a cigarette. He stared outside, his office windows facing the park where women and children were playing, freely. As a child he felt chained down to his studies, yet he does not despise this decision that his father had forced down on him. He was well educated and lived a life some would wish for. He could go wherever he wanted, buy whatever he wanted, even whoever he wanted.. But he never felt relieved of his chains.
He grabbed a bottle from his desk, a fine vintage, and poured it for himself. He drank it down as the cold rocks touched his lips and the warmth filled his throat and chest. This is the price I pay , he thought to himself, ever still the alcoholic-virgin due to his fast recovering.
Time passed and it was late at night.
The park his office oversaw, was lit by streetlights and couples visiting having a romantic picnic. This city was still ever as bright, even brighter during the night. There were always office lights still on, illuminating the city, late-night shops, restaurants, choirs, adults, teenagers. Much brightened the city, but some places kept being in the dark.
His secretary had left, some still remained in the building burning through their late-night hours. But he left to go home, a place he often forgets about. His footsteps echoing through the empty lobby as his made his way towards the big glass doors.
“Good night, sir” the security guards said as they opened them up, while he lit up another cigarette.
He stepped into the car waiting for the chauffeur to drive him, he closed door, sat down and looked into the rear-view mirror to see the expressionless face of his chauffeur awaiting his command as to where his destination should be. He looked away, lowered the windshield and blew the smoke from his mouth.
“Home” he said, and the car drove.
Minutes had passed and eventually they arrived at his front door, which, abruptly enough, was left open.
The chauffeur did not utter a word, out of both respect and fear, as soon as his boss had left the car, he drove off peacefully.
He walked in, seeing a body right in front of him laying down on the floor which was reddened by presumably to be,blood. The lights were off, which he had turned on as soon as he noticed. Dirty footsteps were visible, it seemed like there was some sort of struggle here. There were hardened muddy marks on the floor clearly instigating that one person arrived here earlier than the other two, but then where is the other body?
He walked in further into his living room, only to see some creature still in clothes wet from the rain with a bloodied mouth. The other body was located on the couch, which was formerly beige of color. “ I see you’ve done some.. re-decorating” He said cautiously yet unwavering. “Can’t say I liked my sofa all that much, but at least it looked better before” The big question here was, how come he wasn’t notified there had been an intruder inside his home. Surely the security-system he had put up would’ve noticed all of this, the only logical thing would be to assume that this guy had disabled them from outside, or perhaps lightning had struck causing everything to shut down momentarily. With his inhuman hearing he heard the back-up generator running, so something did happen, he thought yet had no conclusion as to what exactly.
He sat down calmly on the other sofa, poured himself a drink and for the intruder. “If you’re here to kill me, you’ll find the result to be quite surprising”, his eyes locked on the creature emanating a demonic presence.
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His words seem distant and he had not really noticed that he was dragged upright and thrown on the table before the loud clang of bone on metal. "Fuck.." He was able to say softly but when Verchiel said it might hurt and his skin and spine got penetrated by this huge needle a scream of agony escaped his lips. This all left him to black out and Iliana’s voice shouting his name got drowned out by darkness. He dabbled in the darkness here distant noises reaching him vaguely but two big shiny green eyes glared at him, taking his breath. A loud bang crashed through his brain, this was when ‘The Sanction’ decided to drop in.
Iliana was covering James’ body her hair waving behind her and some sort of shield forged out of light protected them from the greater rubble. Dust flew all around her and she tried to see what had happened but as it was could only look up against a big pile of rubble. James groaned and opened his eyes looking at her with a smile. "What.. you’re dragging me off into dark corners already?" He chuckled, which hurt and he made a face. Distantly, blocked by most of the rubble he could hear indistinct voices. He tried to stand up but failed to do so and sagged through his still injured leg dropping back to the floor. Iliana put his arms around him and held him close saying softly into his ear. "You can not go now Verchiel will take care of it." These words only made him want to stand up more and this time he succeeded.
He had started to clear away the rubble leaving Iliana to scowl when suddenly it went dark. Utter darkness, nothing could be seen if it weren’t for some dots of light probably emanating from distant flashlights. Before he could register something else he could picked up like a doll and dropped off in an entirely different world. He landed on his fucked up leg and growled in pain. He looked up at his companion with a bit of an annoyed glance in his eyes and he rose of the floor, his left leg trembling hardly keeping him standing. “Don’t dump me in here, I want to fight.” This is what he thought what he said was. "Ugh," as he sagged through his leg and kneeled on the floor. When Verchiel left he laid down on the floor annoyance clear in his face and he remained quiet as Iliana went to sit on top of him being careful not to hurt him.
"Oh Jam, you really shouldn’t push yourself like that.. What if something were to.." She then broke off turning her eyes away from his and said in a soft and insecure voice. "What if something were to happen to you.. Then what should I do.." He looked at her incredulously as if trying to see if she was joking around. When he concluded she wasn’t he lifted up his hand to her cheek and stroked it softly. “Don’t you worry about me, I’ll be just fine.” She smiled weakly in response but it turned mischievous as she lowering her face to his. “Maybe I should punish you when we get out of here.” She grinned widely and bit his cheek softly as she whispered. “You better hold on~” She said before starting to giggle and they soared through the world. They landed in a patch of light which apparently was made by some sort of demon monster fr they saw a tail disappear in the light.
James who sat up now Iliana still on his lap looked up at Verchiel and asked with a bit more strength in his voice. "So.. These fuckers have met their end I presume?" And he glanced over the corpses of several members and listened to the screams from above. A thin fiber of flesh had now grown over the wound making dirt unable to get inside. He stood up now and leaned on Iliana’s shoulder and said a bit tired. "We should go to ‘Lucifer’s Grills’ I’m fucking hungry." Iliana poked his cheek and said softly but amusedly. "You watch your words young man!" "Hey!" He said this so loud that she flinched a little and looked at him in surprise. “Fuck you.” He then said with a mischievous look upon his handsome face and she couldn’t help but flush and turn her eyes away. "Idiot." She whispered unconvincingly.
Walking toward the ropes the Sanction decided to leave behind and latching on to them he turned to Verchiel. "I expect you to be at Grills in an hour from now." He winked toward him and disappeared up the rope. Arriving upstairs he and Iliana made their way through the mayhem unseen. As they left for home and Iliana tried to pull him toward the streets he stopped her and pointed at his motorcycle. She ran toward it, started it, jumped on and rode toward him. "I’m driving~" She said silky smooth and winked. He got on the backside and clamped his arms around her as they drove off.
When they arrived home they went inside and toward the bathroom where he got undressed by her soft and silky hands. He groaned softly when her fingers trailed by his wounds but eventually when he was naked he just looked at her as she started to undress herself. Her smooth skin was rather pale but her white hair made her seem more peachy than she actually was and they stepped under the shower. She cleaned his wounds while he fondled her body which, obviously escalated to intercourse. After being done and being fully cleaned they got dressed and made their way toward the Grill. James was walking again and his wounds were just small cuts now but it was still red around it nonetheless it was hidden underneath his clothing.
Apparently the two of them had decided to leave Verchiel's darkened private space, just like he suggested. Verchiel was relieved to see that he was doing alright, even though his wounds were still fucked up, and he himself was pretty fucked up looking too. He nodded in response to James asking if the fuckers had met their end, obviously they will soon enough, running wasn't really an option now. Verchiel stood proudly knowing that he was victorious. The Sanction was eliminated, now only the ones running away will have to be slayed until there's nothing left of them. But, not all was done yet, he still had to capture James' mother. As of now, she was still within her rage, slaying everyone he ordered dead.
Verchiel turned back into his more human state, he walked towards the doors of his private quarters which then opened as he entered. After pushing a few button the ground rumbled and it parted, revealing a giant glass-like cage. Verchiel invented this so he could capture a rare species and experiment on it, he decided to capture the mother and put her in this isolated cage. Through the mental link he had set up between him and the mother, he ordered her to come back to his lab. The experiments he had done on her made him able to see through her eyes. Through her sight he was able to confirm no more living Sanction members within the area and thus her task had come to an end. She returned, covered and slithering in blood. She cried yet her face didn't show any emotion. Her true self had been caged within a monstrous body, and now the body would be caged within the ground. The machines reacted as soon as she entered, she was strapped down, injected and locked up. Her whole body was being covered with machinery besides her head. As the cage descended back into the ground Verchiel saw her looking up, knowing, that she would never see the surface again.
Soon after, Verchiel his employees came rushing in and he ordered them too clean everything up immediately so that the work could continue. He took a glance at the perfect body before he left the room, he smiled saying "Soon enough".
Him transforming into his fully powered Incubus form had left some after effects. He was now able to leap much higher than usual and his body seemed to be coated with an almost impenetrable texture of skin. He returned to the giant hole the mother had created in the ceilings. With a few leaps he reached the top, using the debris of every level to ascend higher. It was only when he reached the surface that he noticed he wasn't wearing anything and so he took kept on leaping until he reached the penthouse floor through the elevator shaft. He waved at the bartender and went into another room to one of the closets. After getting dressed, now more casual than formerly, he considered if he should join James and that girl at Lucifer's Grill. Before doing so he turned on the television which showed the news broadcast, the headline being "The Sanction Destroyed?". With a cocky grin he kept watching as they counted the casualties. But then something strange happened. The screen went black and soon afterwards a logo appeared on the screen. "Pendulum" Verchiel repeated inside of his head. But before he could give it a second thought the broadcast continued and the logo had disappeared. Perhaps it was just an error of some sort, it could have been the company on the human side which is broadcasting the news, perhaps they were called Pendulum. The interruption had broken Verchiel's distraction, he jumped through the window, which was previously replaced after Azazel had thrown James out of it. Before his feet touched the ground, his wings appeared, softening his landing. He took a look at himself in the windows of the building. Long black hair resting on a dark-brown leather jacket, A black shirt slighting hanging over the left side of his black leather spiked belt, Ripped black jeans with chains attached to them, topping it off with black shoes with 3 sides on their heels. Clearly, not looking like someone who owns a company or even a city.
He got inside his car, which to his luck, wasn't damaged at all. He started the engine and drove his way towards Lucifer's Grill to join James.
A few minutes later he arrived. He parked his car and entered the establishment.
Though, he didn't see either James or the girls sitting anywhere. Until he heard looked behind him and sees them enter just now. With a smile on his face he said
"Took you long enough, I did a lot of stuff y'know, but.. I assume you guys did as well, ha" He chuckled a bit afterwards.
He walked towards some tables and seats and sat down, after the both of them had followed Verchiel made his order, which was the usual as both James and Verchiel had come here earlier several times. Verchiel was served human flesh, and James was served whatever he ordered. Before digging in he felt like giving some details to James regarding his mother.
"I locked her up in my lab, if you ever wanna see her, all you have to do is just come by. Though .it isn't much of a pretty sight, her being attached to all kinds of machinery and all. She's been a great help, of course I'm referring to her feeding my body. Soon, I will transform into the ultimate being and then the both of us will be unstoppable".
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"Sorry, got a little carried away there"
He took a bite of his meat, he too was starving, it was only when the meat was in front of him that he noticed.
I need a FC for Verchiel..
Anti-Hero Appreciation, Part 2 (X)
"The world needs bad men. We keep the other bad men from the door."
Imagine
Have you ever felt this thrill just through imagination? Well, I have. Just imagine, tying someone up to a chair and rip of their fingernails one by one, imagine their screams, the smell of their fear. Or imagine how you went to catch all sorts of insects and parasites forcing it into their ears, mouth, nose and even other cavities. Imagine cutting off their eyelids forcing them to watch, forcing them to see you and your tools. Imagine how you scorch their skin with flames only to return the favor. Imagine giving them a beautiful smile, an everlasting one just to make sure they are always happy. Imagine hanging their siblings from the ceiling nailed to a cross, upside down in an anti-christ manner. Imagine how you carve your name in that person’s skin and how you draw a pentagram with the blood spilled right underneath them for some sort of sacrifice. Imagine that, while you are giving them what they deserved their screams will only get louder and more afraid.. Imagine that the next time you sleep you feel a hand crawl over your face and when you wake up.. You are in that chair.