#beastofbabylon

[beastofbabylon]

the Wonderful Wicked

A trail of blood followed him into the darkened forest. Wounded he escaped, struggling to keep his balance and composure while suffering certain broken bones. His body was covered in bruises, deep cuts and stingy scratches. He fell with his knees to the dirt ,his heart rate started accelerating,almost as if he was experiencing a heart-attack. It felt like his heart was about to burst through his chest, and for a second there he thought that it might just happen. But he knew what would come next. He refused to undergo the painful transformation into the blood-lusty beast. His skin started to roughen, it felt the light of the moon shining upon it, if he looked up to witness the full moon it was unquestionable that his body would reconstruct and mold into the beast.

With clenching teeth and immense focus he tried to revoke the transformation. His body was merely responding to his wounds, he knew that the only way for them to heal he must transform, but if he allowed that to happen, he wasn't sure if he was able to revert back. It happened many times before, he didn't know how many times he had lost himself in his change and he regrets the times where he was no choice but to transform. This curse of his, still remained unbroken.

He slammed his jaw against a tree in a frantic reaction to the still ongoing change. The dislocated jaw simply placed itself back properly, both were quite the painful experience. Some of his teeth had fallen out but were replaced by those of a wolf. Sharp Canines pierced through the gingiva in his mouth and his tongue began to increase in size. His skin itched irritatedly to the point that he started to scratch with the sharpened nails on his fingers. The itch only intensified causing him to rip the skin and some of his flesh, in fact, his whole body started to sizing up to the point his skin would simply shred.

His screams of pain he thought remained unheard, turned out to be audible despite the size of the forest. Rustles resounding behind him, clearly someone out there was perceiving his freak transformation. Quickly he responded glaring with unnatural green eyes at the black silhouette of a person.

[theeqlipse]

Demons, Demons and more Demons.

Loud music banged through the club its speakers almost exploded a rock-band their performance bursting through them and teenagers dancing wildly to it surrounded the stage even forming a moshpit. Pushing through the partying mob wearing a skull-mask over his mouth. His black leather jacket danced after him as he jumped atop the stage and pulled the mic from the vocalists hands causing a loud whining sound to echo through the room. He cleared his throat  and spoke into the microphone. "Uhm... Hello, people I have something extraordinary to tell you. There are demons amongst us. Amongst all of you!" He pointed over the crowd with one long pale finger and grinned behind his mask as he noticed how the bouncers already started to move toward him. "Even now here in this club they reside and are moving against us. This world belongs to the humans not to the devil's minions. This was James Night have a nice evening!" As the crowd started to laugh clearly thinking he was crazy and not believing a word of what he said he kicked off launching himself into the air pulling out his guns as he started to spin. His mint green eyes watched the demons and peeling away the magical camouflage they hid behind and he realized they were both Sloth-demons. He chuckled and landed atop one filling its head with several bullets and the club with the sound of gunshots making several people scream. He could not really blame them, they just saw him shooting up another human being. He pulled out his second gun and without looking he pointed it at the demon almost upon him shooting its brains out. He rose from the ground cheering cheerfully hearing people calling the authorities talking about a madman called James Night. Grinning and quite satisfied with the name he was making for himself he walked out laxily putting his guns away. Walking toward a big black Harley Davidson Sportster and sat upon it waiting for the cops. Normally these were demons as well and what better to do than exterminate them as well two birds with one stone as he like to think. He reached inside his jacket pocket reaching for a smoke looking at the girls giggling and secretly glancing at him and he smiled although this was hidden behind his mask which left him to beckon them. Without hesitation they approached him. Still frantically giggling they looked at eachother clearly trying to decide which one would get the prize when he winked and asked as gentle as he could. "Would one you girls have a light for me?" Immediately the smaller one of the two reached into her purse handing him a fire but not before writing her phone number on it with eyeliner. "Keep it." She said sugarly sweet pressing her hand against his chest hoping to feel his body beneath his jacket. As she walked off and he smoked he could already hear distant sirens approaching wondering which demons they would send now. Probably Ratgo demons disguised as K9nes and police officers which in truth were envy-demons. Making his engine start with a loud roar he drove toward the middle of the street only to get off and walk toward the fast approaching cop cars. He sighed a little disappointed noticing there were only two this meant only one bullet was necessary. He took aim, loosed the bullet and it entered a front wheel making the car loose control and spin which caused the second car to crash into it which made it flip over. Another well placed shot which started a fire and lead to a loud bang and destroyed cars. Satisfied with himself he got back onto his bike throwing the now stub of a cigarette away. The bike roared loudly but didn't get off his place as he scanned the mob for perhaps a drinking buddy or another sort of 'buddy'.