An unfamiliar scent. As a gust of wind picked up from the north, swiping across the forest, treetops bent to its capricious will, leaves rustled to a low, whispering hum, an unfamiliar scent enveloped the sharpened sensed of a feeding wild beast, nearly catching it off guard. Lifting its head from its pray, the creature perked its ears straight up, growing eerily still so as to catch any sound, however quiet or stealthy, and determine whether or not it should render it a threat. There was nothing for the longest moment, nothing but the sound of the leaves and an occasional, distressed chirp of birds flying over the carcass and the beast. A single crow had found its resting place on a fallen trunk of a red pine tree and, with its head turned to the side, it observed the beast curiously, blinking only after long, intense intervals, wondering if the prey was to be shared. The scent lingered in the air, brought closer and closer the stronger the wind became and as the beast worked its mind around it, attempting to identify the source of the peculiar aroma, the crow thought it had caught a crack in the beast’s shield, jumping up from the trunk to spread open its wind and dive towards the carcass. Its effort was futile. Glowing red eyes caught the bird mid-flight and a thunderous, menacing roar sounded from the beast’s lungs, scaring the crow in time for it to change its mind and flap away from the canine critter before its razor-sharp, blood-thirsty jaws closed around its frail, feathery body.
The sun was beginning to set, the beast noticed as it continued to nibble on the flesh around the femoral bone of its pray. Somewhere beyond the tree line, a palette of orange, pink and purple was beginning to cast across the woods and the sky, dimming with every passing quarter of an hour, leaving the world quieter. The creature thought that if it finished its meal before the sun completely disappeared behind the horizon, it would be able to make a timely trip back home, before its owner grew impatient, before it had to be summoned back by force. If only there had not been for the unfamiliar scent, growing stronger, unidentifiable as of yet, and still so very alluring. The creature’s mouth watered, not because of its meal, but because of what or who might have been behind the aroma the wind was carrying, the beast considering staying up a bit later just so that it could discover what was hiding somewhere out there.
As teeth dug into more flesh, the creature remained alert, ears kept up and its eyes scanning its surroundings, curiosity at its peak and a vague sense of HOPING that before it was done, the mystery would be unveiled. And it was. Someone’s foot stepped on a twig and cracked it in half, causing the beast’s head to rise straight up, its body to climb back on all fours, skeletal paws digging into the ground to keep the hellhound steady as whoever or whatever it was behind the bushes was about to make its first appearance. To say that Hoxmarch was disappointed was an exaggeration: not a few seconds more had passed when a confused, but distressed looking female appeared before him, eyes focused on his own as they started their stare-down. She was human. Nothing but a frail, biped mortal. Yet, why did she smell like that? Why did his senses grow sharper and his body more tense as he watched the female? As a warning, he growled at her, baring his teeth. What do you want? he spoke inside her head, his voice echoing as another gust of brisk, early spring wind blew, carrying both the stench of his prey and her unique aroma.
❝ ☠ His love is suffocating whenever he visits her; dark tendrils wrapping around her frame with a possessive nature, heavy mist filling her lungs with the weight of his affection, ears constantly subjected to the fallen angels’ melodies. Secretly she loves the attention he gives her even though her only request from him while she still belonged to the mortal world, that he save his physical affections for her soul when she was to pass. But that still doesn’t stop him from creeping through her window, whisking her away into the forest for romantic, moonlit adventures to which she silently loathes. Whenever he spends time with her is the only time she can sleep properly through the night (who need lucifer could be so needy). This night is like no other, only when pressing matters arise he leaves her at the forest edge, kissing her cheeks before bidding his soon to be bride farewell. However his love comes with stipulations, with a ferocious consequence that leaves Vanessa to be momentarily intoxicated by evil. She’s used to it by now and when her soul feels as if it’s shifting to accommodate another she reluctantly sighs, prepared to let whoever enjoy her body for an hour or two.
Vanessa can’t account for the hours but when she finally comes to, the scene before her is horrifying - chills her bone to the very marrow. Gasping, she falls on her rear, hands clutching at the dirt beneath her fingers to recoil her further away from the beast. Bottom lip trembling, Vanessa ignores the collecting tears blurring her vision as she thinks over the possibility of her losing her life so early (at least if she were to die early she wanted to take her life herself). When she hears the voice in her head, she lets out a high pitched shriek, and she shifts to being on her knees, soft mumbles of prayer leaving her lips. For the bride of Lucifer you would think she’d be used to being forsaken. But it’s a rejuvenating experience each and every time, when she’s introduced to a new creature she’s sure to have power over in the upcoming years. “What are you?” she questions aloud, her mouth agape in complete awe at being able to hear the creature in her mind. “Please tell me you’re not one of Lucy’s kids.” practically pleading she slowly, rises to her feet - ignoring the trembling of her knees as she stands, placing a hand on a tree for leverage, she beholds the raw power and beauty in front of her. There’s a part of her that can’t wait to transfer over to the next life to watch all of the beautiful creatures in their natural habitat - but right now, as a mortal she can find several things more amusing than her current situation.
“Don’t hurt me, please.” Really, one would think she’d have a conversation about these mishaps with the one she calls her beloved when no one else is around - however the infamous lady of salem continuously saw herself in situations that could make an angel faint. “I just got lost is all. I’m sorry for intruding.” Scrambling to her feet, Vanessa turns quickly only to make a wrong step sending shooting pain throughout her foot the moment it connects with a sharp rock. Audibly cursing, she’s knocked on her rear again as she cradles her foot and she quickly asses the situation she’s in, making it obvious that she’s not looking. Raising her hand she shields her eyes, pursed lips looking for the right words to say without getting herself in trouble. “Listen you can just walk away, or whatever you want and take your food with you and I’ll just get Lucifer to take me home and out of your hair eventually.” Reaffirming her words with her free hand she holds up her pinky, promising the creature that she’d stay true to her word.
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